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Bang.

Fireworks lit up the sky with shades of red, yellow, green, blue. With each detonation it seemed akin to the sun coming back into the sky. The festival's zenith had approached its inevitable end. 

The couple, sitting together ground up a small hill above for a better view of the colors in the sky, were far too occupied looking at each other, the shine of the fireworks illuminating their left and right side of their faces, respectively. Denji was nervous, a drop of sweat fell from the side of his temple while this girl he had met but a couple days ago, Reze, played with the longest strand of her purple hair, the words didn't seem to escape her mouth as much as she tried.

She finally looked away, but her body pressed against him, holding his hands up to their chest.

“Run away with me” She said, but Denji's face betrayed his feelings. He simply didn't want to, he was too compliant, too comfortable “...Denji, you have another person you like besides me, right?” She ominously said. For a second, it really seemed like her words cut through the detonations besides them

He stared dumbfounded, a single instinctual sound escaped his lips “Huh?”

A string of smoke rose from the ground below them, from the festival, and exploded near them. The blast deafened him, made him recoil, and close his eyes in response… In that second he felt a sweet, honey-like taste touch his lips. The crackling of the firework's branches coincided with the feel of Reze's touch behind his neck with both hands.

His body moved by instinct, like the hungry animal he always felt like. His hands moved down to her behind, her tilted figure making it easy for him to feel it. And feel that he did, the entire experience was bliss… An all encompassing bliss that almost made him forget– that… red hair, those spiral eyes he had fallen into time before.

“I'm sorry Pochita– I really don't know what I want!!!” He spoke inside his own mind, pressing his eyes shut but not letting out on that kiss…

His mouth was suddenly and quickly filled with liquid, metallic and hot. On came the pain, his eyes opened wide and Reze broke the kiss… Before him she stood, smiling devilishly to him as he stumbled upon himself. She didn't think, he simply walked backwards to back away from her. He tried to talk, but as he opened his mouth he noticed… he didn't have a tongue.

She laughed, and took out her tongue mockingly… the cut and bloodied end of his own tongue rolling down and falling onto the floor. He stumbled, falling onto his back and crawling back in fear. The façade had fallen, all the affection and love he had felt for her had dissipated into a lie fabricated to build up his trust for this exact moment. He wasted no time, holding onto the chain in his chest and going to pull it– before his own hand fell before him.

He was losing too much blood, he could feel his body weight him down further onto the floor. She kneeled before him, kissing him with that same honey-like sweetness from before.

“Does it hurt? I know, I'm sorry…” She pressed her cold bloodied hand on his chest, unable to stop her, Denji simply looked back at her half awake 

“I'm going to take your heart now.” She said with a smile, a drop of Denji's blood dropping from the side of her lip onto her chin.

As her hand tries to dig into his chest, Denji's body is suddenly grabbed by a whirlwind coming from the earth, Beam, the Shark Fiend and loyal subject of the Chainsaw Devil, rescues his master taking him away from the clutches of Reze.

“LORD CHAINSAAAAAWWW I SHOULD'VE KNOWN FROM THE BEGINNING! THIS SMELLS BAAAD!!!” he whimpered like a dog, holding onto him while Denji was unable to respond.

Reze stared vacantly at her prey escaping her clutches. Her hand goes up to the choker and places her index and thumb on the pin protruding from it

“Thief.” she scoffed, pulling it as her entire head was engulfed in flames, exploding in all directions, in tune with the fireworks around her. Her skin blows out all around, a part of it falling next to Denji and Beam… 

Denji's tired eyes look onto the fallen chunk of skin next to him and realizes… there's something entirely off about it… seems plastic, rubbery… fake. His eyes weakly looked up, and before him she stood, a dress made out of black dynamite and sulk. Her head was replaced with an oval, threatening form of an atomic bomb.

His equal, The Bomb hybrid

-

Snow shot down from the east as the icy fog overtook the entirety of the area. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but blueish grey nothingness, as well as white snow over grass, frozen above soil. A military car's headlights lit the road, barely making it out as they drove towards a facility made out of concrete, guarded by a tower and a series of posts which had more than one soldier freezing. 

As it stopped, a man in uniform stepped out, his capped hat with red highlights depicting the hammer and sickle allowing everyone around him to know he was in charge. He was quickly escorted outside, the sound of wind lightly tapping against the wall as he was led deeper and further inside… into a sort of dungeon.

Chains, cells and whines from inmates. The smell of meat perfumed the entire place. Pieces of computers and running cables all over the place, forcing the man, the general, to watch his step so as to not trip. Under other circumstances a military official like him would've made a scandal out of this clear disregard for hygiene, but the entire operation was a mess. The Kremlin would spit atop Lenin's tomb before admitting any of what was happening here, as such, complaining about formalities but all and all a waste of everyone's time.

He passed through further cells, pained screams coming from inside some of them were but an annoyance to the army man, turning his attention to them he saw what he could only describe as red men, missing skin and covering their own lost pieces. As he continued to move and turned on the corridor, on the wall before him a big number 3 with letters below it reading “Экспериментальная установка”  made his pace hastened, until he made it to the end. The cables connected to thousands of robust computers and screens while eggheads were hard at work. Wisps of smoke rose from ashtrays as the stress of the scientists could be smelled from a mile away. The general stood in the middle of the room, looking onto the window in front of them. Everyone fell quiet, leading their attention onto him.

“Is the prototype done.” He spoke in Russian. His voice stoic and annoyed, this wasn't the first time he had asked this.

One of the eggheads stood up, his chair rolling behind him and messily colliding with the table behind him “I-I… I have no idea if this thing even works, sir… We've uhm… agreed with different devils, combining different deals, all concentrated onto this machine– Where we found the bomb devil hiding and…”

The General groaned “You're not making any sense. Answer the fucking question or i'll have you removed for treason.”

The man swallowed, holding his tongue while he thought his next words carefully “...This is the most complex machine our nation has ever developed, perhaps the most complex one in the world. Combining machinery, devil deals and adaptive learning programs… it has never been done before– We cannot even tell if she–”

“It.” He interrupted, correcting him. “it is an affront to God. I am perplexed that a man of religion such as the president of the party would allow such a thing to exist. Yet such as you, my hand is forced to see this tool to come to terms”

The general walked close to the glass, his eyes darted low to the ashtray and grabbed a still lit cigar, inhaling it slowly with his eyes closed.

“...We cannot even tell if it is able to function.” the scientist finished his sentence.

Blowing the smoke off his lips the general responded “The chainsaw devil is in Japan. Public Safety has it under their clutches… God knows what Makima is planning.” 

He placed his hand on the glass, the reflection of what exactly he was looking at became clear. An amalgam of strings of skin, metal and cables connected to thousands upon thousands of ports all over what could barely be considered a body… It had no legs, whatever insides it had spilled onto the cold and humid ceramic like the tail or a snake. Its arms stretched up and hung from chains making its figure look down tiredly, being weighted down by its own head.

The pieces of “flesh” that it had on its body morphed and grew slowly by itself wherever they found themselves at, yet concentrated themselves at its most around the figure of its head… below a long body of purple hair… and right on its neck, the pin of a grenade.

“Our rise to the fight. Our Tsarina.” The general chuckled at himself, smirking at the sight before him “Get our Reze ready.”

-

A battle between the two hybrids ensued, the destruction of Public Safety personnel and infrastructure at the hands of Reze's monstrous form, city wide destruction from the mutual alliance between the typhoon devil and the shark fiend respectively… until Chainsaw Man was able to definitely defeat her by throwing himself onto the water of the ocean along with her.

Their forms came back to normal. After some time of both of them being submerged underwater, they rose ashore. Side by side, staring up at nothing, catching their breath once more.

Reze's wet hair plopped against the sand, she didn't care, in fact, she didn't seem to react to anything at all in the state she was in. Denji sat up on the sand and let his feet stretch, the waves hitting the bottom of his feet as he turned to her.

“...If I were to arrest you right now and give you up to public safety, it'd feel like I had a fishbone in my throat” he sighed, shaking his head “...so, how about we run away together? Like we said we would before?”

Reze remained face up, her hands clutched on her chest holding one another… the words didn't seem to have meant much to her, at least in Denji's eyes. He defeatedly rested his head in between his legs and sighed… until he heard her cough.

She was coughing face up, water overflowing from the side of her mouth as she suddenly stood up. Denji tried to follow her, help her in any way, but she seemed to be acting… off.

Her movements were erratic, off balance and akin to a ragdoll. She wobbled drunkly along the shore away from him while coughing, her arms dangling at her sides without a sign of movement… He worryingly stood up from the sand.

“R-Reze…? What's up with you?”

She stopped, her head looked down… and a stream of water propelled from her  mouth onto a pile of sand right below her… He could hear weird sounds coming from her, buzzing, rumbling. She turned to him, her face plastered with that same smile that he had fallen to, those eyes staring back directly at his… only this time he could make out a glint of red behind them. She stumbled towards him, almost falling as she did, throwing herself at him as he caught her.

She was laughing, gleefully. All the alarms in his head were blaring off, a part of him was afraid of even looking at her face at that time. 

“Denji… you're so silly…! Hahahaaaaaa!!” She had to cover her mouth as she looked back up at him “...Why would I want anything to do with you…? You're my mission… you ought to be killed and–”

Then her eyes widened, and turned upwards at nothing, her head shaking in place before her entire weight fell on Denji. He struggled for a second to carry her, shook her, she seemingly had… fallen asleep? He couldn't tell anymore. Something was off about her. He lowered his head and placed it against her chest, he quickly realized that she wasn't breathing.

He panicked, his breathing speeding up. He held her from her armpits, shaking her in a dumb yet desperate attempt to wake her up

“A-Ah!? Reze! Damn it! Wake up! I don't know how to do CPR okay??” He considered bringing her to Topknot, quickly coming to the conclusion that that would just speed up her dying… but she was a hybrid, she ought to be inmortal– none of it made sense. He was wasting time, and instead of looking side to side like an idiot, he decided to simply go ahead with his plan and flee right that instant.

He pulled on the ignition chain on his chain, he was low in blood already, but it was enough to get him and Reze far away enough to avoid Public Safety for the time being. His chainsaws grew out of his head and his arms, he made sure not to accidentally cut Reze in the process, and stabbed the ground with his right arm while holding her on the other to build up speed from the motion of his chainsaws

“LOOOOOORD CHAINSAW *HUFF* *PUFF*” A familiar voice came from behind him, it was Beam… again “ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR *Huff…* YOUR… AAAHH- YOUR LOYAL STEED AGAIN *HUFF*”

“Beam! Just get me to the train station and then fuck off! Do not follow me from then on out! I died! I'm goneeee!! You got that?!?” Denji spoke through the metallic daggers in the shape of teeth from the construct around his head.

Beam did a military salute as he ran, and then transformed into the monstrous gigantic sharp form he took during their previous fight with Reze, taking his Lord on his back and gliding him above the city towards the train station. The commotion caused by their battle earlier had already made the population attempt to flee by any means available, among them the metro stations around Tokyo. Denji stood on Beam, holding Reze’s body with both hands and used Beam’s fat shark head to shoot himself towards one of the wagons, taking most of the blow as he threw himself against the surface. Reze remained asleep, or so he thought. He slowly returned to his human form as he guarded her body, hiding against the cargo so as to not be seen… Not particularly knowing where this train was leading them either.

Beam landed atop a nearby building, and saw as his master went away towards the morning sun, inching himself to follow him yet knowing he ought to cover for him. Saluting him, and going back to Public Safety HQ…

-

“Get up.” 

A strange, soft voice bounced within her head as all she saw was darkness. It’s origin lacked logic, and logic was all she was able to base anything she saw. She attempted to track it’s origin, just to be welcomed by a barrage of errors and faults, her vision was quickly beginning to blur. She could once again feel her fingers, her eyelets shut before her eyes and… a soft surface on the back of her head. Once again, its origin is unknown… a possible threat.

She woke up suddenly, sitting up on the metallic bed she was laying on and that she had been curled under blankets for… she processed- a day or so. She was by herself, in a barely decorated room. Birds could be heard chirping outside alongside the pastoring of cows, sounds of chickens… she turned her head towards the window, vast rice fields and barns… it was the country. 

She had no expression on her face, and to that point she was yet to make a single sound out of her mouth. She looked down at her hands… clean, dry. She had been taken care of while she was out. She stood from bed, barefoot walking to explore where she was… getting out of the room she was welcomed with the sound of sizzling coming from the floor below, the floor she was on being a simple hall with two rooms and a bathroom… a flight of stairs presented before her. She followed it quietly, following the sound of sizzling food that indicated the presence of someone else.

It led her to the kitchen, a small corner room where she found Denji. Hard at work with a baggy white shirt seemingly making a wreck out of whatever he was cooking. She stood by the doorframe, expectantly. He was due to throw himself at her the second he saw her moving again, or so she thought. Instead, he turned over his shoulder with a half asleep look in his eyes and gave her a soft smile.

“Ah. Knew you’d wake up sooner or later… I’m cooking eggs, want some?” He said confidently, taking the pan he was cooking on and showing it off at Reze, being almost a soup of yellow yolks as he poured way too many eggs into the pan, frying it all together.

At his request, disregarding the sheer amount of food he poured, she shook her head “I don’t eat.” she said stoically. 

He looked disappointed, but not completely devastated. He had seemed to ignore the fact that she said she didn't need to eat, but nevertheless, he raised his shoulders and curled his lip “Hm, right. More for me then”

He served himself, and took a bowl full of the egg yolk soup he made for himself and sat in the small stable near the kitchen. His eyes locked on her, smiling warmly, dumbly at the girl that mere hours before was locked in on killing him. His eyes darted to the empty chair before him and then back at her, signaling her to sit with him. She accepted without thinking, she sat down with her back firmly against the back of the chair, a perfect posture, unnaturally so.

“So… I uh… I should’ve asked if you wanted to come before I took ya but… you fainted and I got worried  so…” he munched on the food, eating with his hands, slurping it and sucking his fingers in complete disregard for etiquette. Reze just stared aimlessly at him “I… understand if you want to go, Reze”

“I do not know what I want.” she replied instantly “I am awaiting commands from my master.”

He squinted, whatever speech he had been reciting to himself about letting her go poofed out of his head. In confusion, he tilted his head “Whaa– what do you mean you don’t know what you want? Who's your master?”

She seemed to be focused on answering that question, although her expression didn’t change nor did her body move at all, she gave out the feeling that she was thinking about it. Something within her had snapped, and in that she had forgotten her original orders and who had given them to her. The aftermath of the fight along with the dumping on the ocean had scrambled her systems.

“You.” she finally answered, leaning in closer in her seat “The majority of my memory is spent with you. You’re the best candidate to be my master.”

That sentence left Denji’s mouth loose, a tired, confused look on his face accentuated by a tilt in his head. He dropped his eating utensils, clanking on the table as she sat back on the chair.

“...What are you?” 

He finally asked upfront, ever since she collapsed into his arms he knew something was off about her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, inspecting each and every detail of her smooth skin and expressionless face, those green pristine gems staring back at him with equal curiosity and attention as he gave to her… but for different reasons. It didn’t feel like he was talking to the girl that he had trouble deciding between Makima, it didn’t feel like the girl who had taught him how to swim, or laughed at his shenanigans or felt pity for him as she realized he hadn’t done a day in school… instead there was this thing, awaiting to be spoken to to speak back.

“I am a construct made by the USSR’s Devil Research Division. I was given the name Reze and that is the name I answer to” she blinked slowly, a quiet sigh exiting her nostrils “A synthetic being formed by the combination of multiple deals with the bomb devil, among others. My mission is to–”  Her mouth remained open, as if she was to say something… but her voice cut, she closed her eyes and shook her head. 

His hands slammed on the table as he leaned his body closer to hers, worryingly “R-Reze? Please don’t just faint again like that…!” Denji plead

She opened her eyes back softly, first looking down at her legs pressed together under the table and then back up at him “It appears my memory is corrupted. The reason for this fault is unknown.” 

Denji sat back, a frown forming on his face. She went right back to that idle, null look… he was becoming impatient, mumbling whatever she said back into his head and scratching it. He understood she was asking him for orders, a blank check for anything and everything he could’ve possibly wanted. This was more than he could’ve ever wished for, he thought to himself, isn’t this just cheating his way into his dreams? He was already doubting if whatever girl he had been talking to before was an actual person, if it was truly, deep down, Reze or just an act to keep him close for her to strike. He raised his head up, confirming that she continued staring back at him.

He sighed, his voice falling to the quieter tones “...Was any of it real, Reze?”

The girl just tilted her head, her expression unchained and unbothered. “What constitutes “it” in this sentence?”

“Const–constitu… what does that mean?” he failed to get such a difficult word

“Constitutes. To form. To be made out of something. In this instance, meaning.” 

“I get it…” He adjusts his throat “You said you wanted to run away with me… before– At the festival… Did you actually mean it?”

The machine’s eyes lowered, initially it seemed to him that she was about to regrettably admit that it was all a lie, a ruse to gain his thrust and steal his heart. Who would see anything of value on an aimless dog like him? unable to spell? do simple math? not a day in school? She began researching within her memories, all the instances that she crossed paths with him, crossed eyesights. When he gave her a flower under the rain, when they studied together at the cafe, barely understanding anything that she was writing, if at all. The reasoning as to why she sought him so much remained a mystery for her, but to say she didn’t enjoy the whole time she spent with him, would be a lie. It was then that her eyes shot back up at him.

“I did.” She held on to that, a smile forming on her face “I do like you, Denji. But I needed to obey my orders… I cannot seem to remember them, though”

He stood up, going around the table to meet her, holding her hand as he gave her a light smile “Th- that’s totally fine! I want you to do whatever Reze wanted to do right now”

That was a big ask, she didn’t comprehend the concept nor the difference between herself and Reze, whatever that meant. Her system took that want of his as a request, utilizing her independent personality as a starting point to decide what “she wants”. Things became clearer, her face softened. She looked at him and getting up from her chair, she held his torso and kissed him quietly and softly.

“Let me teach you everything.”

Time later, exiting out into the field of the farm, Reze raised her arm to cover the incoming sun, once accustomed, she realized the vast blue sky barely held any clouds. Before her, a vast field of rice, the same one she saw from the window in the room she was in.

“How did you find this place?” she asked, there was no way she owned such a place by himself.

Denji kept walking, raising his shoulders “Eh… I was looking for somewhere to rest and the place was abandoned… maybe the owners got eaten by some big bad demon or just died of old age, hell if I know…” 

Reze laughed “And you just took it?? Bahahaha! Denji! You can’t just do that! Do you even know how to take care of a farm??”

“Huhh?? OF COURSE I do?! You feed the animals and kill them when they get fat and have babies…” he said, assuming more than answering. “Not like you need to eat or anything!”

She scoffed “Meanie…” she brought a finger to her lower chin “Well, you aren’t totally wrong. But a cow is more valuable alive than dead… at least according to price markets”

Denji looked at her angrily “Market price?? You know how much a fat cow costs now??” 

“Yeah! Because I'm soooo much smarter than you!” she laughed at him, shaking his arm “...Also it’s in my database sooo!”

Denji had absolutely no idea what a database was, nor what a market prize was… beyond the obvious compound word. He sighed, looking on to the massive field of rice… realizing something.

“I guess we’re going to eat rice for a while huh…” He lamented, he had grown accustomed to the variety Top Knot had in his house, as well as it being kept clean by him “...we can’t really go back to the city again–”

Reze came close, hugging his side and brushing her face on his chest “I told you I’d keep you happy… and that I would protect you”

He scoffed once again “I can protect myself too!”

“I kicked your ass back there!!!”

“Did not!”

They went on and on about this, like children thinking that the last word was somehow going to make them be right. They both walk to the field of rice, the water in between the stems glistening with the light of the sun. Denji’s sneakers stepped onto the wet dirt and lowered the ground before him, almost losing balance as he stretched his arms to regain it, Reze, seeing this, smiled devilishly at Denji. He panicked and looked down below him, water and ground. Before he could react, Reze threw herself at him, making him fall back into the floor and splattering mud all over his white uniform’s back. Reze laughed as she laid atop her, her legs covered now in the same dirt as him, trying to keep him down.

Denji caught up to her game, and pushed her to the side making her also covered in the same dirty water, she looked at herself wide eyed, now laughing while pointing at her. This continued for some time, exchanging balls of mud thrown at one another until they were both a dirty mess of grey and brown on their clothes and skin. They had to take off their clothes and leave them outside as they ran semi naked upstairs towards the bathroom. Wearing nothing but a bra, Reze led Denji by the hand, regardless of how much he struggled to keep up, having to hold onto the rails of the stairs and the small corridor’s wooden handrail, as they both locked themselves in the bathroom.

The bathroom was miniscule, decorated by ceramic colored squares in the walls, featuring a simple sink, toilet and a tub with a shower head above it as well as a sink pointing below. Reze spun the faucet open, testing if water would come out. As water began slowly flooding the tub, she tested the temperature, warm but not boiling.

“It works! We’re lucky… we get to wash ourselves properly together!”

Denji looked stunned at her body, mouth agape and holding himself covering his chest. A nervous drop of sweat fell from the side of his temple, struggling to speak. Reze turned to look at him with a smile, dropping as he saw him being nervous. She approached him carefully, stretching her arms to hold the sides of his.

“Come on… is not the first time you’ve seen me like this, is it?” She attempted to ease him into it, their feet scraping together their wet mud footprints on the floor. His body was tense, but her words did seem to ease him into it, he let out a shaky laugh.

“Heh- last time I bathed with a girl she bit my arm and made a mess…” He admitted, referencing Power’s resistance to cleanliness.

An intense laughter took over her, taking Denji by surprise. He joined her, a bit forcing himself to laugh with her, that was until she snatched his underwear in one swoop, forcing him to yelp and cover his lower zones while she ran to take hold of the handheld showerhead, pressing down on the faucet’s level and shooting a rain of water directly at Denji’s face to make matters worse. He covered, closing his eyes as the dirt fell onto the floor and to the water drain.

“What’s your problem??” He yelled, annoyed.

“Shush! Now help me shower, alright? If you’re a good boy I’ll dip in the water naked with you!” She offered, winking at him.

Without a second to think about it, he closed his eyes and lowered his hands, allowing her to get him nice and wet quickly, stoically taking it to do whatever she told him to gain the chance to bathe along with a cute girl. Then she took the showerhead and did the same to her. She followed through with her promise, filling the bath and dipping in together opposite to each other, her purple hair nice and damp as she smiled at him… Denji seemed more relaxed than her, sighing and placing his hands behind his head. Although both completely naked, Reze made a conscious decision to keep her bust below water level, both for decency sake as well as to further tease him.
The moment of quiet allowed him his head to gather his thoughts for a second, even with Reze before him, he quickly became aware that he hadn’t thought about Makima for even a second. Nor Aki, nor Power… and perhaps the thought of not seeing them again hadn’t truly settled in until that point. 

Seeing the change in his demeanor, Reze leaned closer to him, the water overflowing a bit out of  the tub “Are you okay? What 's wrong?”

Denji snapped back to reality “Huh? oh, I was just thinking about the people that I used to live with back int Tokyo… They’re probably looking for me right now, aren’t they?”

Worry filled her face, at this point they were both most likely being hunted down. If they were to be found, if they were to be taken… “Denji, you can’t go back. You understand that, right?” she laid on him, her eyes looking up at him “If they get close, we’ll run– you can’t go back to living like a dog for Public Safety… they were using you”

“They kept me fed and… I had a comfortable bed, it’s more than I had ever wanted before” He tried to excuse them, catering to logic.

She shook her head “They told you where to go, they told you who to kill and if you dared to defy them they would’ve killed you.” Her voice seemed to shake then, something was once again off with how she was talking… like it was something deeply familiar to her. “...And not being useful enough, if you lose your power… “ Her fingers played with the ignition chain on his chest “I don’t know what they would’ve done…”

Even a doofus like him could tell something deeper had gone down with her back from wherever she came from, but he opted not to push it, instead, wrapping his arms around her and enjoying having her close to his chest as she hugged him back, remaining there until the water temperature dropped. Once satisfied with their bath, they stepped out, dried each other and… remained naked. They went to the bigger room with the bigger bed, and laid naked together in silence, staring at one another as one face turned redder than the other. 

“Have you… ever done this with a girl before” She asked, caressing his fingers outstretched close to him

Denji shook his head, smirking “I don’t know if… you count as a girl either.”

She chuckled, “Of course I’m a girl… I was made to look like one. And my body is as accurate to a human girl as it can be…” she rubbed her legs together and pushed her body forward, closer to him, enough for their noses to rub together “Me being partly a machine makes me less of a woman in your eyes…?”

Denji’s face was at this point so red it was almost a different color altogether. He shook his head repeatedly and quickly. This seemed to please Reze, as she held his hand and got on top of him, spreading her legs on his waist and making her naked sex’s lips grind along his more than erect shaft. She looked down on herself, seeing his dick squirm at the feel of her warm pussy made him look adorable in her eyes.

With her right hand, she used his chest as support for her to raise up, and with her left firmly took his cock and pointed it to her folds. She intentionally took her time with this, her eyes locked in on his as he now and then pressed his eyes shut and let out quiet moans, to which she smirked at.

“I told you I'd make you happy, didn’t I?” She remarked, before engulfing his entire cock within her pussy, she let out a gasp as his girth entered her, moaning a relieved “Oh yeah…” as she moved her hips back and forth to get used to his form. 

She could tell it was his first time, by the way he reacted and by the fact his hands didn’t imagine the possibility of holding onto her sides nor her now bouncy, just wet tits staring at him… It was her first time as well, but she was designed with this sort of activity in mind to better infiltrate, so data regarding such activity was well stored within her database. She leaned onto him, her hands grabbing his as she bounced on him to the best of her abilities, denji groaned in pleasure and gritted his teeth to keep himself from cumming right away, from what he understood doing so was a bad thing… It had all escalated so quickly he didn’t even realize what he was in the mists of, something he had dreamed to do days ago now felt like something natural, an exchange of emotions and affection that made him feel welcomed and loved… Not like anything he would’ve ever imagined, yet something he now felt wanted more than anything.

“Ah… I uh… I love you, Reze” He said, his voice shaky and droopy. The words exited his mouth without a single thought, straight from his heart.

Reze smiled, her face reddened and let out a giggle “I… I love you too, Denji. Ahh- I want to make you happy, okay? Ahh… fuck- I want us to live a good simple life”

Those words bounced in his head, that was exactly the deal he made with Pochita right before he passed. He felt a weight fall from his shoulders as he gleefully laughed, holding on to his partner’s hands as he moved alongside her, both of their speed increasing as Reze had to close her eyes due to the intensity. He kept up well, to the best of his abilities, and with reason, he wanted to pleasure her as much as he wanted pleasure himself, an exchange that came naturally for him.

Reze moaned louder, his dick reaching deeper lengths while he went out of his way to move his hips at the same pace as she bounced, despite being a tiresome movement he simply felt like it was the right move. In a flush of excitement, his hand reached up to her bust, encompassing its round shape almost completely as he could physically feel her nipple harden, exciting her more.

“Y-you tease… ghhmm!” She said with some effort, and then leaned her body at him.

Both of them knew they were close, the way they were struggling to even make noise at all was a big tell from both of them. She laid on him, allowing him to give the finishing blow as his pace slowed down… pouncing on her more firmly yet in decreasing speed. She went to kiss his lips, quivering and warm, as he released his load inside her along with a grunt from his throat, cumming at the same time as her.

She was still trying to figure out if she came at the same time due to some deep unmarked program meant to make her partner feel realized, but it didn't matter, it felt as real to her as humanly possible within her capabilities. They both panted, tired, Denji sweat, she wished she was able to do so with him but not a drop of water came out of her… After some heavy breather they came back to kiss, again and again, then break the kiss to breathe out hot air… and then again.

Time passed, and eventually Denji fell asleep in his own tiredness. The sun had fallen, night had consumed the night sky in its entirety. Reze on the other hand, laid naked wrapped in the thin blanket she shared with Denji staring at the ceiling. She wasn't physically able to sleep, not like she needed it anyway. Her power core was powerful and experimental enough to sustain herself without needing to cool down or rest… but in her synthetic nature, another issue perplexed her.

The corruption in her system caused by her sudden shutdown felt like something she needed to fix, it was logical after all, something broken ought to be repaired right away to operate and resume operations correctly… while keeping any overwritten commands.

She didn't blink for a while. She simply laid there, head close to Denji who snored softly with his lips parted… if she were to turn and see him sleep, she would've noticed a string of drool permeating his pillow… but even then she would've simply appreciated how cute he looked while asleep.

She searched among her memory files, her backups, most of them corrupted. She watched a speedup version of every single moment she had been active… with blanks here and there. Something in her had erased those memories, each time it appeared her previous orders were to be given, like her standing in front of the USSR commander, her memory would be blipped. Her system had quickly assessed that her crash wasn't caused by being submerged in water for a prolonged time, it was a logical processor and personality simulation disagreement on how to proceed that forced something within her to crash.

“Reze” didn't want to obey her orders, her system was forced to. And as such, Reze went on to erase her memory out of anything that could put Denji in danger… something that her system had accidentally just stumbled upon for its concrete reason. 

Her memory was restored, her previous objectives recouperated… her eyes widened and she let out a gasp she quickly covered with her hands. She closed her eyes, forcefully, hiding her actions away from her system by some quirky personality program… but she did it because she knew the moment she laid eyes on Denji she'd kill him right then and there.

She got out of bed, took whatever clothes she took from the closet at the door's wall and exited the room, all while keeping her back at Denji. It was a hurried decision, a logical one, but not thought through completely. She got her clothes up, but she could feel how parts of her were realizing the ruse- and how her arm moved by itself towards the pin at her neck. She saw it close, if she pulled the pin she'd transform and blow the entire house along with Denji, going in to kill him all over again…

In a quick movement she caught her own hand and pulled it down, regaining control over her own body before feeling like she was losing it again. She couldn't stay there for long… and at the same time she didn't want to just leave without letting Denji know what happened. 

She rushed to the kitchen, crashing into the sink and looking around to find in the fridge a piece of paper stuck by a magnet with some drawing made by the previous owner's child. She took it, and with a pen she found at the table, she wrote a quick note with the poor light coming from the windows… 

She left it there, and ran for the door, fleeting into the field.

Then I took the note. It was, of course, a pathetic excuse her scared personality system had come up with to explain her absence. Something about being a danger to him… as if an unthinking thing like her could feel. 

I could see her running in the distance, in the blink of an eye I stood before her. She stumbled, she did a pretty convincing horrified expression as her green eyes met mine. 

“It 's you…!” She said under her breath. She moved her hand up to the pin in her neck.

Bang.

I blew her whole arm out, pieces of metal and torn skin blew in all directions as she fell onto her back. She looked horrified at her lost arm, her real self shown underneath as expected. She looked so pathetic… as if she didn't know she was a simple fetch doll taking mine.

She slowly turned to me, shaking in place, but unable to move “You're Makima…” 

She said my name as if it was an insult. I stood before her, my own shadow cast before her.

“You know if I let you do your little transformation trick you'd go straight to kill Denji… Fortunately for you, same as you, I need my dog alive.” I attempted to show the machine the flawed logic of her attempt to fight me, which would've been useless anyways. “I was seeing you, the entire time. How you charmed him, how you bathed him.”

She didn't respond. She just looked at me with that defiant look she must've believed was so intimidating. Yet only made her look more pathetic… a broken toy, with a missing arm.

I kneeled before her, my hand reaching into my pocket and taking out the note she wrote to Denji minutes ago, and throwing it before her with a smirk. 

“Did you really think he would've believed this?” I mocked, my finger tapping on the paper “You get a cut-nail worth of interest by a confused boy and you suddenly think you're a human…”

Her pretending breathing sped up, she was trying to look… angry, I believe.

I tried to calm her down, shushing her lips… then making a gun with my fingers to her forehead

“Don't worry… I'll take good care of him, okay?”

Crocodile tears flooded from her eyes, she opened her mouth, she most likely was preparing herself to say something grandiose, something to shake me to my core. But it was pointless, she knew it was pointless. She had already run her usefulness.

Bang.