LoriMcClannahan

In the midst of chaos, there was only silence. Time slowed tremendously, and you couldn't help but wonder if it were God giving your eyes time to focus on the approaching figure. A haze of silver and onyx, the glow of irises that once resembled a summer's sun now crimson and narrowed in on it's target while a low, monotonous voice --much more robotic than it use to be, repeated the same mantra. It was cruel; you wanted to focus on who Genos was, not who the enemy had made him to be. "Target must be eliminated." You cringed, moving yourself up against a slab of rubble while the world burned around you. Everything hurt, there wasn't a bon

A/N: This is something I've been genuinely curious about ever since I saw Genos eating and bathing with Saitama. But also, Tumblr is partially to blame for this creation. Anyway, enjoy! Saitama Lemon not far off. And yes, you saw that correctly. Disclaimer: I, Nefertiti, do not own any of the characters, series, movies, or products. I do own this story whether or not this idea is original or not. Warning: Nothing all explicit, but there is some hinting toward a more adult theme. Humanly Functions Genos was something of an oddity to you. When you first met him, sure, he was very attractive with his choppy blonde locks, and pale face

 (Name) ran her fingers over the cool metal of the parts, carefully putting the finishing touches upon the arms. She wired the fingers, to make sure they were able to be controlled faster. She then stood, a sweet smile at her lips. "There you go!" She bubbled. "Thanks for coming on such short notice (Name), in the rain nonetheless." Genos said. "No problem, anything to help a friend." She twirled the wrench between her fingers. She looked at Genos, "Is your arm okay? Can you control the fingers?" Genos twitched his fingers in the slightest, not feeling them quite yet. "No, not yet." She scooted over to him, "Lemme help." H