The Spiral
Authors Note: This is my first ever Medabots fic. And please note I haven't seen any Medabots eps past the one where Ikki and Space Medafighter X robattle...so this probably diverges from the normal timeline.
Copyright Notice: I don't own Medabots. I am only a poor student, so please don't sue.
Ikki Tenrio couldn't stop smiling.
In fact, he had been annoyingly chirpy for the past two weeks as the Medabot Championships drew ever closer. And now it was finally here. Tomorrow he and Metabee would be heading off to America to face the best Medafighters in the world. Metabee watched impassively as Ikki raced around the house checking that he had packed everything.
"Jeez, Ikki, I think the only thing you didn't pack was the kitchen sink!" Metabee said, with a meaningful look at Ikki's already overstuffed suitcase. Ikki glared half-heartedly at his medabot as he padded back into his room and collapsed on the bed. He really couldn't find it in him to get mad at Metabee just now. Ikki raised his head to glance over at the outfit carefully laid across the back of his desk chair. Fitted black jeans, a white t-shirt with the Japanese flag on it and, most special of all, his new jacket. The jacket was black, with Metabee's catchphrase 'Lets get meta-busy!' scrawled in yellow embroidery on the back and his name on the front. It had been a present from his parents. Ikki lay back on his bead, a dreamy smile crossing his face as he thought of winning the championships...he thought of holding the trophy up high while the crowd cheered him, a ticker-tape parade through Tokyo with Karin and Erika at his side...
"Yo, earth to Ikki!" Metabee yelled, waving his hands in front of Ikki's face.
"Huh? What?" Ikki said, coming out of his trance.
"I said, we better get some sleep if we want to win this championship!"
Ikki glanced at his bedside clock and realised the display read '23:12'.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Ikki murmured and began to get ready for bed, though he knew that the excitement would probably keep him from his sleep. Then one thing that Metabee had said suddenly jumped out at him...
"He said 'if 'we' want to win the championships'...is he finally developing some respect for me?" Ikki thought to himself as he climbed into bed.
"Good night Metabee."
"G'night bro." Metabee replied with a smile no-one could see as he off-lined for the night.
Metabee awoke to a considerable shock. As his optics came online, he noticed that the bed next to his was empty, and there was a light coming from the bathroom. This was very unusual behaviour from someone who didn't usually rise until noon. Metabee just smiled his hidden smile as he too, rose from his bed and took out of tin of polish and a cloth. He did want to look his best, Erika had told him that there would be reporters at the airport, and Metabee didn't want to appear in the papers looking like he'd just been hauled off the trash-heap.
Metabee almost fell over when Ikki finally emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing his brand-new outfit, complete with the black jacket. His hair had been neatly combed back into a ponytail far neater than his usual haphazard style. He looked about five years older than he actually was.
"So, Metabee, what do you think?" Ikki asked, posing in the doorway.
"Man...I gotta say, Ikki, I'm kinda impressed." Metabee admitted.
Ikki grinned and held out a hand. Metabee grasped the offered hand.
"Ready to do some serious ro-battling Metabee?"
"You bet! Lets show those guys we mean business!"
Ikki and Metabee descended the stairs, surprised at the crowd waiting for them. Ikki's parents were there, as well as several other relatives, Dr Aki and Karin, (Erika was going with them, to report on the championships). Ikki smiled into his Dad's camera as we walked out the door towards the waiting taxi. He waved to all his friends and relatives.
"Wish us luck!" Ikki cried.
"Don't worry, we'll be back with a trophy!" Metabee added.
Ikki's Mom dabbed a tear from her eye as the taxi moved away from the house.
"Good luck, Ikki." She whispered.
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: This is my first ever Medabots fic. And please note I haven't seen any Medabots eps past the one where Ikki and Space Medafighter X robattle...so this probably diverges from the normal timeline.
Copyright Notice: I don't own Medabots. I am only a poor student, so please don't sue.
Ikki Tenrio couldn't stop smiling.
In fact, he had been annoyingly chirpy for the past two weeks as the Medabot Championships drew ever closer. And now it was finally here. Tomorrow he and Metabee would be heading off to America to face the best Medafighters in the world. Metabee watched impassively as Ikki raced around the house checking that he had packed everything.
"Jeez, Ikki, I think the only thing you didn't pack was the kitchen sink!" Metabee said, with a meaningful look at Ikki's already overstuffed suitcase. Ikki glared half-heartedly at his medabot as he padded back into his room and collapsed on the bed. He really couldn't find it in him to get mad at Metabee just now. Ikki raised his head to glance over at the outfit carefully laid across the back of his desk chair. Fitted black jeans, a white t-shirt with the Japanese flag on it and, most special of all, his new jacket. The jacket was black, with Metabee's catchphrase 'Lets get meta-busy!' scrawled in yellow embroidery on the back and his name on the front. It had been a present from his parents. Ikki lay back on his bead, a dreamy smile crossing his face as he thought of winning the championships...he thought of holding the trophy up high while the crowd cheered him, a ticker-tape parade through Tokyo with Karin and Erika at his side...
"Yo, earth to Ikki!" Metabee yelled, waving his hands in front of Ikki's face.
"Huh? What?" Ikki said, coming out of his trance.
"I said, we better get some sleep if we want to win this championship!"
Ikki glanced at his bedside clock and realised the display read '23:12'.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Ikki murmured and began to get ready for bed, though he knew that the excitement would probably keep him from his sleep. Then one thing that Metabee had said suddenly jumped out at him...
"He said 'if 'we' want to win the championships'...is he finally developing some respect for me?" Ikki thought to himself as he climbed into bed.
"Good night Metabee."
"G'night bro." Metabee replied with a smile no-one could see as he off-lined for the night.
Metabee awoke to a considerable shock. As his optics came online, he noticed that the bed next to his was empty, and there was a light coming from the bathroom. This was very unusual behaviour from someone who didn't usually rise until noon. Metabee just smiled his hidden smile as he too, rose from his bed and took out of tin of polish and a cloth. He did want to look his best, Erika had told him that there would be reporters at the airport, and Metabee didn't want to appear in the papers looking like he'd just been hauled off the trash-heap.
Metabee almost fell over when Ikki finally emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing his brand-new outfit, complete with the black jacket. His hair had been neatly combed back into a ponytail far neater than his usual haphazard style. He looked about five years older than he actually was.
"So, Metabee, what do you think?" Ikki asked, posing in the doorway.
"Man...I gotta say, Ikki, I'm kinda impressed." Metabee admitted.
Ikki grinned and held out a hand. Metabee grasped the offered hand.
"Ready to do some serious ro-battling Metabee?"
"You bet! Lets show those guys we mean business!"
Ikki and Metabee descended the stairs, surprised at the crowd waiting for them. Ikki's parents were there, as well as several other relatives, Dr Aki and Karin, (Erika was going with them, to report on the championships). Ikki smiled into his Dad's camera as we walked out the door towards the waiting taxi. He waved to all his friends and relatives.
"Wish us luck!" Ikki cried.
"Don't worry, we'll be back with a trophy!" Metabee added.
Ikki's Mom dabbed a tear from her eye as the taxi moved away from the house.
"Good luck, Ikki." She whispered.
To Be Continued...