#ler!kiibo

     "...Ouma," Began the robot, obviously irritated by the robophobic comments the self-proclaimed liar had presumably told. With a cheeky grin, Kokichi responded, "Yeeees?" his tone clearly playful and mocking like a mischievous child.

     Kiibo sighed, "Would you please just leave me alone?" he asked, tired by the shorter boy's company. "Hmm... Nah! You're fun to tease!" He reasoned, putting his arms behind his head, cheerfully. "What do you want, then?" Huffed Kiibo, displeased by Kokichi's motive, he crossed his arms as he waited for Kokichi's response.

     "Hm... Let's see here..." Kokichi started, tapping his chin with his pointer finger, confirming he was, indeed, thinking. "How about the answer to if robots have-" "Absolutely not!" Kiibo interjected before Kokichi could finish his sentence, the human boy started giggling like a child, holding his stomach as he did.       "Please refrain from asking such vulgar questions such as that!" Kiibo requested once again, rolling his eyes as he clearly showed he was unamused. Kokichi stopped laughing for make a cheeky response, "Make me." 

     Suddenly deciding he had enough with the supreme leader, Kiibo made his equivalent of taking a deep breath, considering what to do about this situation; he only wanted peace after all.

     Then, an idea, which if Kiibo recalled, Kaede had mentioned to him before, clicked in his mind. It seemed to work perfectly to persuade the boy to have mercy on him. He opened his eyes, and looked back at the nuisance in front of him.

"I will."

     One moment, they were idling around each other. The next moment Kiibo had Kokichi in his grasp. "H-hey!" Kokichi instinctively cried, "What are you doing?! Buy me dinner before touching me like this!" he hissed, trying to wiggle his way out of the robot's grasp (Which proved to be futile because it was clear Kiibo had a strong grip despite having the strength of the elder.)

     "I'm doing what you asked me to do," Was the only answer Kokichi was supplied with. "I didn't ask you to do th-IHIHIS!!" he suddenly squealed, instantly trying to move away from the mechanical hands digging into his ribs.      "—K-kiiboy! Stohohop!!" The shorter boy sputtered out, struggling to stand up from the tickling performed on him. He started to rely all his weight onto the robot when Kiibo spidered all over his lower ribs. "I hope this teaches you a lesson from ceasing to bothering me!" The robot told, sternly, crouching down a bit as he didn't uphold the strength to carry Kokichi.      That being said, the aforementioned human boy was incredibly nervous by this turn of events. He supposed he didn't have a choice but to say it; Kokichi Oma was ticklish, and he was deathly about it. To fate, it seemed wonderful someone should find out about it, and Kiibo, out of all people, had to be the second person to find out. (Although, to be fair, he was grateful that Maki or Kaito hadn't found out yet.)      "Wahahait! Kihihiboho!!" The raven-haired teenager called, "Stohohohop!!" he said again, unable to stop the giggles interfere with his request. "I'll stop when I believe you've learned your lesson" Kiibo replied, his tone symbolizing he meant it, which, although he would never admit it, heightened Kokichi's nervousness

     Kokichi let out a shrill, childish cry when Kiibo scribbled under his arms, followed with loud, music-like laughter. He suddenly threw all his weight onto the robot as he focused on getting out of Kiibo's grasp. Not preparing for this, Kiibo let out a grunt as he sunk to the ground. Then the robot positioned himself, he huffed as he kneeled on the ground with Kokichi laying in front of his torso, who was still in Kiibo's clutch. 

     "STAHAHAP!! YOHOHOU'VE PROHOHOVED YOUR POHOHINT!!" Kokichi shrieked, kicking his legs in the air as his hands tugged at Kiibo's arms. "PLEHEHEHEASE!!" He squealed, red dusting his cheeks as tears threatened to spill. The scene was both endearing and satisfactory-giving to the robot.

     "Let's see. Will you stop pestering me?" Kiibo questioned, his tone lacking its usual seriousness and replaced with playfulness. If Kokichi attempted to look behind him, he could likely see the small smile forming on Kiibo's face.

     "YEHEHEHES!!! JUHUHUST ST—" Once the robot loosened Kokichi's checked scarf, he scraped and danced around his neck with his right arm, and the supreme leader suddenly sucked in a deep breath. Then he cried out "K1-B0!!!"

     Mildly surprised that the prankster had called Kiibo by his actual name, he observed the boy for any reactions of discomfort or pain. But when it was clear that Kokichi was just extremely sensitive in the area, he continued his onslaught.

     "You seem very vulnerable to tickling in this area. Are all humans this ticklish or is it just you?" The robot teased, finally letting his playful side take over him. "SHUHUT UHUP!!" Kokichi retorted, screeching when Kiibo suddenly dug softly on the side of his neck.

     Kokichi scrunched up his neck, but it proved to useless as it only trapped Kiibo's fingers in that area. "PLEHEHEEASE!!!" Kokichi plead once again, struggling and squirming like a bug. At points, he would jolt violently whenever Kiibo felt a bit mischievous and let his free hand across Kokichi's torso dig into the pranksters' lower ribs again.

     It was when Kokichi's movement weakened, and all he could let out were wheezes, did Kiibo decide to give the poor boy mercy. He let Kokichi pant on the ground, and stood up. Hands on his waist, the robot smiled proudly, "I hope this convinces you to cease bothering me! Mess with me again, and I'll have to get my buzzing function involved!" he threatened, his tone awfully full of pride.

The supreme leader jumped at the unexpected greeting, rolling his eyes when he saw Kiibo hovering over him with a concerned look on his face. He sighed in annoyance and rolled onto one side, turning his back to the sullen android.

“Go away, Kiiboy! I’m taking a break right now and I don’t feel like smelling your battery acid breath.”

That earned a frown from the less-than-pleased robot.

“First of all, it’s impossible to smell my breath because I don’t breathe. But... never mind that. I’m curious about something.”

“Hmm?”

Kiibo leaned in closer, reaching out both hands that went unnoticed by an blissfully ignorant Ouma. He mimicked the way he saw Amami move his fingers earlier, wiggling them in a random up and down motion as he cautiously made contact with the smaller man’s stomach. The reaction was instantaneous; Ouma let out a surprised little squeak and curled into him even more.

“-Aaah! ...Hey!!”

“Why did you make that noise when I touched you? Does it hurt?”

“Ahaha... don’t tell me... you don’t know...?”

Kiibo moved to the other side of the couch and sat down at Ouma’s feet, keeping a focused gaze on him in case he decided to run again. He tried another experimental touch and leaned over to grab both of his sides, doing the same wiggling motion as before. This time, the supreme leader scrunched up like an accordion and let loose a flurry of light giggles.

“Ahahahaha! Stahahahap!”

“Now you’re laughing. What’s so funny?”

“Nghh, mmmphh! Not... telling...!!”

Kiibo scooched in closer, his curiosity piqued more than ever. Even with Ouma kicking in every direction, it did little good with his metallic plates protecting him. Taking care to be as gentle as possible in fear of harming his friend, he continued touching Ouma with a feathery lightness. After a few minutes of experimenting, he discovered that poking his sides and stomach caused him to laugh even more.

“This is so intriguing... so if you’re touched like this, you laugh?”

“GAHAHAHA! Kiibohohoho! Cut it out!!”

“Is there a word for this?”

“It... it...”

Ouma was reaching his limit. Forming words was hard enough, but now Kiibo was demanding him to say it out loud... he couldn’t do it, there was no way!

Until the feeling of ten cold, metallic fingers digging into his ribs convinced him otherwise.

“AHAHAHA ALRIGHTALRIGHT! It tickles!!”

“Ah... tickles... what an interesting concept...”

The robot pulled away, sensing that the plum-haired man had had enough. He watched him closely, taking note of the flush in his cheeks and the twisted smile still on his face. He was still giggling a bit, and the sound was both childlike and musical. A warm, fluttery feeling grew within him, but he couldn’t put a name to the surprising new emotion.

“Listen,” Kiibo stated with a stern voice, eyes determined and focused on the shorter boy. “I don’t like this anymore than you do, but it’s only for the night. Can you please just... deal with it, at least until morning?”

“If you promise to brush your teeth next time you lay next to me.”

Kiibo made a sound akin to an exhale and turned his back to Ouma. Some people just couldn’t be reasoned with. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to him that the supreme leader was being his usual difficult self, but he was hoping he’d at least lay off the robophobic jokes. Apparently that was too much to ask.

He didn’t normally sleep like humans did, but he hadn’t had many opportunities to recharge on the road and most of the outlets weren’t compatible with his accessories anyway. Tired and cross, he closed his eyes and waited until he drifted into sleep mode...

... While Ouma planned something sinister.

Stupid robot... he thought to himself. Who goes to bed at 9 PM, anyway? Unlike Kiibo, he couldn’t fall asleep at will. In fact, he often had trouble steadying his mind in unfamiliar places, especially when they were shrouded in darkness. Feeling a bit restless, he decided to mess with the android a little more.

“Hey. Kiibo. Kiiiiiiiibo.”

No answer. He couldn’t tell if he was ignoring him or actually asleep. Ouma jabbed him in the side, trying to rile him up with pain, but it seemed to have a different effect.

“--AAHA!”

Kiibo jerked his body upwards, now facing the ceiling. He snapped his neck towards Ouma and gave him a scowl.

“What are you doing?! Let me sleep!”

An ominous grin stretched across Ouma’s face.

“You’re not actually sleeping yet, are you? It’s only 9.”

“Come on, I’m tired, just let me-EEHEHE! STOOOOOP!”

Ouma jabbed him again in the same spot; a soft, squishy area between one of his chest plates. He experimented more by digging his wormy hands in the cracks on his sides, getting a similar reaction. It was quite amusing; he’d heard Kiibo laugh before, but he had never heard him squeal. That, on top of his feral struggling, made him seem more human than ever.

“AAAH! Eeheeheehee! NO! DON’T-AHAHAHA!”

The bed squeaked loudly, to the point where Kiibo was worried it would break. His violent struggling caused him to get tangled in the bed sheets, which made it harder to avoid Ouma’s pokes and prods. He tried to cover himself, but somehow Ouma kept finding ways to snake his fingers through. The sensations were absolutely maddening.

“Neeheehee... why so jumpy, Kiiboy? I- oh!”

Suddenly, Ouma fell silent. Kiibo, through the chaos, had somehow managed to seize both of his wrists and pin them above his head. He held down his spindly hand with one arm, glaring into Ouma’s lavender-hazel eyes.

“You never listen, do you?”

This wasn’t the first time a prank of his had backfired. But it was the first time he felt this nervous after getting caught.

“Heheh, alright! You win, Kiiboy. Let’s just close our eyes and go to slee-EEEEEK! NOOO! DAHAHAHA-don’t!!”

Now, Ouma was the one squirming. Kiibo crept his free hand up and down his exposed side, spidering across pale skin that peeked out from under the covers. No matter where he touched, Ouma seemed to have an over the top reaction. For someone who dished out so much shit, he certainly couldn’t take it.

“Why so jumpy, Ouma? Huh? Huh?” Kiibo threw his words back in his face, which didn’t help the purple haired boy’s situation at all. He giggled and screamed and made as much of a racket at possible as a last ditch effort to call for help, but none came. He tried pulling his arms down with all his strength, but Kiibo had a vice grip. He wasn’t getting away anytime soon.

A few minutes passed, and the robot figured he’d had enough. He let Ouma’s hands go free, but only when he was red in the face and completely out of breath. He smirked, proud that he had finally given Ouma a taste of his own medicine...

... until he realized what position they were in.

“... Um...”

Kiibo looked down at his legs. His thighs were on either side of Ouma’s hips, and he was sitting on... well, you know. The supreme leader didn’t notice at first, until he saw Kiibo’s expression. Both of them turned a deep shade of crimson.

“Kiiboy... you’re such a pervert...”

“What-WHAT?? No, I didn’t...! I mean, agh!!”

He flung himself off the bed, landing on the floor with a heavy CLUNK. Ouma, putting on a poker face so as not to show too much concern, crawled to the edge and peered down.

“Heeeey... Astro Boy... what gives?”

Kiibo was curled into a fetal position, burying his face in his legs in shame.

“Ouma, I think it’s best if we... I... I’ll just sleep on the floor tonight, ok?”

Expecting to hear an enthusiastic “Yay! More room for meeee!”, Kiibo was taken aback when he heard a tiny voice whisper-

“... you don’t have to...”

Kiibo raised his eyes.

“What?”

Now it was Ouma’s turn to hide his expression. He collapsed face down in the pillow and repeated himself.

“Oooo dnnn hfffta.”

The curious robot climbed back on the bed, gingerly sitting next to the smaller boy.

“Ouma. Are you saying you want to sleep next to me tonight?”

Grumble, grumble. Kiibo was ecstatic, but he wanted to see Ouma say it. He pinched his sides again, delighting when he heard the supreme leader squeal once more.

“AAAH! Yes, now stop!!”

Kiibo smiled warmly, butterflies fluttering around his insides. He crawled back into his spot with a smug look in his eyes, silently teasing the still flustered Ouma. The two made themselves comfortable again, their eyes feeling heavier and heavier as time drifted onward into the night. Their last words danced over pillowcases before they finally went to dreamland.

“We can cuddle too, if you want. I promise not to tickle you again.”