(My readers Long Time No See. Huh! You didn't missed me. Well that hurt a little but oh well whatever. Attendance please.)
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Fifty hours, fifty minutes, and twenty seconds later. Gojo was in a plain, boring room somewhere in the GDA facility.
He was slumped over a simple metal chair, sitting on it backwards, his arms resting on the backrest.
He kept glancing at the watch on his wrist, then at the massive, furry form of Battle Beast, who was still slumped on the floor in a heap.
It had been more than two full days, over forty-eight hours, since Gojo had hit him with Unlimited Void, and the big cat-man still hadn't moved a muscle from the damage.
Gojo took a long, loud slurp from the milkshake he was holding in his other hand. The only other sound in the room was the quiet tick-tock of his watch.
Twenty-one… twenty-two… twenty-three… twenty-four… twenty-five…
He was counting the seconds in his head, just for something to do. He was kind of hoping for a silly little miracle, like maybe Battle Beast would wake up at the exact moment the timer hit 50 hours, 50 minutes, and 50 seconds.
It would have been a cool, pointless coincidence. But the second hand hadn't even reached the '40' mark when a low, rumbling growl came from Battle Beast's direction. His huge body, which had been completely still, started to twitch and move.
Gojo couldn't even begin to imagine how much lecturing he'd had to endure from Cecil for this whole thing. Cecil had been furious, going on and on about how it was a "massive, unacceptable risk" to try and "communicate" with someone who had single-handedly (and without even trying very hard) taken down Invincible and all the other Guardians except for Gojo himself.
Honestly, Gojo hadn't really wanted to argue back with Cecil or show off his usual arrogance. He kind of understood where Cecil was coming from, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.
Just thinking about all the stress and crazy stuff Cecil had to deal with every single day... Gojo figured he probably wouldn't be able to handle that kind of job, no matter how powerful he was.
He definitely wasn't the leader type, and he sure wasn't the government worker type. Although, he wouldn't mind having access to government money like Cecil did, spending it without a second thought, and teleporting everywhere just because he didn't feel like walking or taking a car. That part sounded pretty good.
Gojo took another slurp of his milkshake and watched as Battle Beast slowly started to wake up. "Man, you really should have waited just ten more seconds," Gojo said, his voice still lazy and slouched in his chair.
"Then it would have been a super lucky encounter, like 50:50:50, you know? All my twenty seconds of intense concentration, totally wasted now."
Battle Beast looked hazy, his eyes still unfocused. His mind clearly wasn't working right yet.
He let out another low growl and asked, his voice rough and confused, "Where... where is this? What happened to our fight? We were... at a place... we were fighting... I... I don't remember... anything."
Gojo slurped the last of his milkshake with a loud gurgle. "Aww, so you mean you don't remember how I totally beat the living daylights out of you, and then knocked you out cold with a single, super-awesome punch, and then you just, like, slumped onto the ground, completely unconscious? Man, I really should have recorded that. It would have been great to show you the replay."
Battle Beast listened, his head throbbing a little as he tried to make sense of it. "I... I don't feel any pain in my body from the battle you're talking about," he said slowly, "other than that one hit... the one that felt like a tiny needle." He looked at Gojo, his eyes still a bit clouded. "What did you do? Did I... lose?"
Gojo put down his empty milkshake cup. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his clasped hands, a bright, cheerful smile on his face.
"Yep! You lost, big guy! Though, probably not in the way you were hoping for, but a loss is a loss. You've been completely out of it for fifty hours, fifty minutes, and about forty seconds. Seriously, you should have just slept for ten more seconds. Then it would have been a perfect 50:50:50. Missed opportunity, man."
Battle Beast let out a low, confused growl. "What are you saying?" he rumbled, his voice still thick with sleep and the lingering effects of Gojo's Domain.
Gojo just waved a dismissive hand, a breezy smile on his face. "Oh, nothing, nothing important," he said. "Just me, you know, yapping away about my terrible luck when it comes to talking with... well, with a cat."
Battle Beast's eyes narrowed a little. "I am not what you humans call a 'cat'," he retorted, his voice gaining a bit more strength. "I am Battle Beast. My race is not important here. What do you want now?"
Gojo sighed, a dramatic, put-upon sound. "Nothing too complicated, Battle Beast," he said. "Look, simple facts: I won, you lost. You do remember we made a little bet, right? The one where if you lost, you'd listen to me?"
Battle Beast growled again, a deep sound in his chest. "I lost," he admitted, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. "That is the truth. So, what is it you want? It seems you needed me alive for some reason, since I am still breathing and here."
Gojo clapped his hands together, his eyes sparkling. "Yes! Exactly! I want you to work with me! And if you do, I promise, you'll get that fight-to-the-death wish of yours fulfilled, eventually." He leaned in a little, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I mean, sure, I could kill you too. But it would be, like, super quick, an instant thing. And I get the feeling you wouldn't really enjoy that, would you? So, what I'm offering you here, my furry friend, is a chance to fight a... VILTRUMITE."
The moment Gojo said the word "Viltrumite," Battle Beast's entire demeanor changed. His eyes, which had been hazy, suddenly snapped into sharp focus.
A wide, almost joyful grin spread across his face, like a starving man who'd just been shown a giant, juicy steak.
He pushed himself up from the floor, his massive body unfolding.
He stuck out a huge, clawed hand towards Gojo and said, his voice a low, eager growl, "A Viltrumite, you say...? Is that a promise?"
Gojo, still smiling, got up from his chair and reached out to shake Battle Beast's offered hand. "Man, I think you might have gotten something stuck in your ears during that little nap," Gojo said, his tone light and teasing.
"I'm pretty sure I clearly said it was a promise, but I guess you didn't quite hear it. So, yes, it's a promise."
Their hands met in a surprisingly firm shake. "Alright then," Gojo continued, pulling his hand back. "Let's get out of this boring room. Time to get you settled in at my team's base... well, our team's base now. I'm sure you'll love meeting them. And hey, maybe they'll even like you too, once they get past the whole 'giant scary axe-wielding cat-guy' thing. And just so you know, you're one of the Guardians of the Globe from now on." He paused, then added with a wink, "Though, just between us, you and I are probably gonna have to go on every mission together. A certain someone," he said, clearly meaning Cecil, "can't really let a big, dangerous cat who nearly turned this planet's 'best' superheroes into minced meat wander around without a babysitter. Especially one who did it without even breaking a sweat, by their standards."
Battle Beast let out a disdainful snort. "Did you just say 'best'?" he growled. "Those weaklings... they were the best this planet could offer?"
Gojo rolled his eyes. "Didn't I just say 'by their standards'?" he replied, shaking his head. "Man, you are really making me repeat myself today. I think the first thing we need to do is find a good cat doctor to check your ears. Seriously." He then paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And speaking of ears, that reminds me of something!" Gojo reached into his pocket and pulled out a colorful, fluffy object.
Battle Beast looked at it, his head tilted. "What is that... colorful thing?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. "Are those supposed to be... ears?"
What Gojo held up was a pair of oversized, fluffy bunny ears, the kind you might see on an anime girl cosplayer, only these were much bigger, like they belonged to a giant rabbit. "Yep!" Gojo said cheerfully.
"Bunny girl ears! From anime! I'll let you watch some later, it's great stuff. I was originally going for cat ears, you know, for the theme. But then I realized you already have a perfectly good set of those on your head, so I went with bunny ears instead. Much more unique!" He then held them out towards Battle Beast, his grin wider than ever.
"And why am I showing these to you, you ask? Well, because you, my friend, will be wearing these when you make your grand entrance at the Guardians' base. Remember our little bet?"
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A/N: So, How was it? I intended to time skip to the season finale and i posted a poll on on my discord and well no one voted for time skip. But for you guys i'm posting it here too so that you can vote too.
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