A/N: This is part two of Raising Cherubs, where you and Caliborn finally meet after being separated from you for most of his life. I hope you guys like it and I would love some feedback in the comments, even if you disliked it :b enjoy!
"Who the fuck are you?"
You eyed the male Cherub as he stared you down intensely. He was exactly your height. He had red eyes and one red rod on each of his cheeks, and was bleeding out of his leg, you noticed. No doubt from where he cut it. He was blushing slightly as he continued to look you over, which made you feel a little weird, considering the fact that you practically raised him. You both continued to stare at each other until your gazes met yet again. You decided that was your cue to introduce yourself.
"I don't care. What I want to know is how you know my name, you blank-eyed whore," Caliborn barked out, assuming an offensive pose as his black staff morphed into a Rifle. You swallowed and put your hands up in surrender.
"W-We're your guides. Part of the game, that's all," you responded, body trembling with anticipation. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you both had a state-off once again. He nodded his head in understanding and walked closer to you.
"Are you with the idiotic clown?", the red-blooded adolescent asked. You nodded your head and told him that you were, to which he told you that it was easy to figure that out, considering the fact that ever female must have a male in her life to ensure the unintelligent gender's survival. You feared that Gamzee had been hurt by Caliborn.
At his comment, you kicked his rifle out of his hands and caught it before it hit the ground. It morphed back into a staff as you gripped the middle. You then charged at Caliborn and tackled him, straddling his hips and pushing the length of the staff against his neck, effectively pinning him down. He look shocked and terribly flustered, no doubt with your current position. "Get off of me, you crazy bimbo," he shrieked, face going red with embarrassment and anger. At that, you smirked with pride.
"It serves you right, young one. I'm not a stupid woman, nor am I a useless person. I can hold my own against sexist pigs like yourself," you spat out at him, finishing your miniature speech before getting off of him and holding out your hand for him to help him get up. Caliborn sat up, stared at your hand reluctantly, before deciding that you had gotten on his good side. He took your outstretched hand you let you help him. When he was finally on his feet, he let go of you quickly, dusted himself off before yanking his staff out of your hands protectively and grinning wickedly at you.
"For a female, you seem to be a reliable helper. Were you once a man?"
At this, anger bubbled up inside you. It must have shown on your face because Caliborn put his hands up defensively as he stuttered out, "I-I mean that in the best way possible! I'm not good with compliments!"
You stared at him in shock. Caliborn wasn't known to stumble over his words, nor was he known for being unsure.
You would know. You and Gamzee have practically monitored the Cherubs' entire life up to recently. You made sure never to interact with them, so as not to interfere with their natural development.
You crack a slight smile at him as you relax a little. You had forgotten that normal Cherubs, unlike Calliope, have a hard time being nice, since they are only programmed with the Caliginous quadrant. In a way, mean comments and actions are how he expresses fondness and kindness. He looked at you, expressing his confusion through his eyes. Most girls he knew would have been too offended to hear him out, let along believe him, and he didn't even know a lot of girls. After a few more couple of starting at him fondly, you heard a wheezing sound come from the ground behind Caliborn. Turns out your previous fears had been warranted.
"Oh my goodness. Gamzee!"
The poor clown had been beaten to a pulp, and shot multiple times. You ran past the red-blooded Cherub to Gamzee's aid. He opened his eyes, and looked at you smiling. You snarled at him, not exactly being angry at him, but at his happy façade. You sat him up carefully, apologizing as you noticed him wincing from the movement. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry as you slung his arm around your shoulders to stand him up and help him walk to the large tower with numerous computer monitors. You say him on the keyboard, making Caliborn shout, but a stern look to him shut him right up, although he continued mumbling under his breath.
You took off Gamzee's hood and shirts to get to his torso. You gasped in horror at the amount of billets that had gone through his body, and the amount of bullets that were still lodged in his chest, stomach, and abdomen. He was also bleeding profusely. You laid him down against the monitor and carefully began to pull the bullets out after taking a first aid kit from your sylladex.
As your hands moved all over the Troll's torso, Caliborn protested. This kind of shit should be done behind closed doors, for fuck's sake! He expressed his distress to the female, which only earned him another stern look from the you. He didn't know why, but he felt completely submissive to you, but not in a sexual manner. More like in a way where he felt you had a certain authority over him. As a blush spread over his face, he turned away from the scene before stalking away after, but not going too far from you and Gamzee.
It took about two hours until Gamzee was all patched up, but he still wasn't able to move suddenly or erratically. This was the time you appreciated the first aid classes you had taken back on Earth. Said Highblood looked at you gratefully and lovingly as he reached over slowly to stroke your cheek. Then, he pulled you in for a swift kiss, which you returned after cupping his cheeks and moaning softly. You both pulled away from each other and grinned. You were about to go in for seconds, when you heard a loud shriek.
"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING EXHIBITIONISTS," Caliborn shouted from behind you as he carried a little bunny robot. You snorted in laughter as Gamzee chuckled before you both looked at Caliborn, whose face was beet red.
You stood at full height as you helped Gamzee to stand as well, before holding your hand out to Caliborn.
"Come on, Little Cal, we have quite a bit of work to do if you're ever going to finish this game," you said to him. He looked down at your outstretched arm and scoffed, trying to seem tough. His blush only became brighter.
"Please refrain from touching me in any way. It's completely inappropriate!," Caliborn growled out aggressively, to which you scowled. You demanded that he not call you that and that he treat you with he same respect he treated boys with. He visibly gulped at your intense gaze and nodded, muttering something about females becoming too powerful for his liking. He walked over to you and Gamzee after you pulled your arm back at his request to not be touched. As you and Gamzee stood over Caliborn, who was talking to some guy, you couldn't help but feel protective over the rude little shit. You took Gamzee's hand in yours as you began helped Caliborn through the first stages of his session.