A/N: I'm back...? Haha it just occurred that I haven't updated in around a year. Anyway, the following will apply to all chapters:
This thread of short stories is basically me doing the 30-Day OTP Challenge with a few themes being skipped, probably because I don't know how to do them (Cosplaying, etc). The short stories after Ch 1-5 won't be in any chronological order, except for a few other connecter chapters. Also I may switch the order of themes around, because those are linked. And: some chapters may be nsfw, but I'll tell you beforehand.
I don't own the manga/anime.
The door to Thunderland Jr's laboratory burst open with a metallic 'clank'. The Doctor growled in irritation at the brazen interruption, looking away from his work to meet two small figures.
"Doctor! I-it's Zazie! He's badly hurt, a-and – " That was all the silver-haired boy, Lag, managed to splutter before his purple-amber eyes overflowed with tears. He nearly dropped the seemingly lifeless body he was holding, and his dingo, Niche, a blue-eyed child who used her blonde hair as twin swords, had to prop the body up. Steak, a white rodent-like creature perpetually perched on her head fell off as a result.
"He got into a fight with a gaichuu, a-and– "The boy managed to spit out in between bouts of sobs.
Dr Thunderland Jr growled once more in annoyance, and gruffly snatched the body from the boy's arms. "Now leave. You're disturbing me." He turned his back to the two, the ends of his lab coat billowing out like a curtain. That billowing of the coat was a skill many envied, and one the Doctor secretly took time out of his schedule to master.
The Doctor carried the unconscious boy to a surgical bed where he plugged him to a Heart Meter, a device which measured how much 'spirit' one had left. The reading was dangerously low. Thunderland stood over him, undressing him, and couldn't help but notice his tousled black hair, his dirt-stained cheeks, and how his body was riddled with scars, cuts and bruises from this encounter and the others that came before. You're a bloody reckless fool, you are, Thunderland mentally chided the boy as he 'appraised' his body.
The Doctor couldn't help but feel remotely uncomfortable as he tossed the boy's trousers on the floor, leaving him in only his undergarments. The boy shivered at the sterile cold, and groaned softly in subconscious discomfort, A stray thought passed in the Doctor's head, and he snapped at himself in disgust, shaking the dirty thought from his mind.
The Doctor moved to the boy's side, and silently reached out his hand – Just this once, he thought, and besides, he was alone – and took the hand of the boy. He briefly ran a rough, gloved thumb over the smooth palm, wondering how the boy's hand could stay so smooth throughout all these years of fighting and shooting, not to mention the climbing, trekking and everything in between. His hand felt pleasantly cool, and the Doctor smiled absent-mindedly, almost lovingly, if his limited range of facial expressions allowed him to do so.
However the boy flinched instinctively almost as soon as the Doctor's hand rubbed against his, and his eyebrows furrowed, as if the hand were just another metal insect trying to eat his soul, to take his life and to do to him what another had done to his parents. The Doctor let go, feeling a small pang of hurt cross his heart.
He strode over to a counter, his breathing, the clatter of his heels and the soft whirr of the Heart Meter the only sounds in the lab. The Doctor put on a pair of disposable gloves, and stubbed out the sharp pain in his chest. It was time to get to work.