Yato grunted and pushed himself up a couple more feet. What was he thinking? Hauling himself up the dark, dingy trash shoot. He should've just wrestled Take and Kiun into letting him use the elevator. Well, at least the exit was in sight, a half circle light reflected against the wall. He hoped his kid was okay, Daikoku and Kofuku seem like the type to like kids. Yato got closer, sweat starting to make his hands slip. Voices echoed from the captain's chamber, too quiet to make out. He did hear a higher pitch, so at least Hiyori wasn't being whisked away again.

The voices got louder as he trucked along, he could make out Hiyori's and the grating sound of that heaven-awful Auto. There were two others, the captain maybe? They sounded much more urgent. Yato's head whipped up when he heard Hiyori cry out and the sound of a blaster being fired.

"Hiyori!" Yato forced himself to move faster, urgency beating his heart. Just as his head was starting to catch the cracks of light, the shoot opened and he froze. Something shiny was tossed down and cracked him on the head. The door slammed shut as the object tumbled off his head and landed neatly between his shoulder and the compator handle. It was the plant, the bottom part of the bottle now a bit cracked. Yato quickly tucked it into the front pocket of his uniform, his label stitched over top, then stuck his fingers through the trash door.

With an echoed grunt his hand shoved up the flap and he heaved himself though he opening, waist crunching like getting out of a pool. He tumbled out onto the floor. Yato's groan was the only noise in the captain's chamber, voices silent. He rubbed his head then looked up to see everyone staring at him. Hiyori was the first to move.

"Yato! The plant!" Hyori called. Yato watched her struggle against the arms of that bug-eyed cyborg.

"Hiyori! Hands off her you-" Yato made a move to get up, only to be knocked fiercely to the side. He recovered on his hands and knees, looking to see Kouto standing next to where he tumbled in. The Auto's arms folded neatly behind his back, eyes flashing murderously down at Yato.

"Well, would you look at that. Here I am ordering my best hunt you down, yet you landed right at my feet," Kouto walked towards him as Yato got to his feet, "Now, give me the plant."

"Don't do it, Yato!" Hiyori shouted. She slammed her boot into the Go-4's legs, knocking him off balance. Her elbow came around and cracked him in the nose as he grappled her wrist to point the gun anywhere but him.

The Auto took advantage of the distraction, and lunged at the Wall-E, who sidestepped and took a swing at Kouto. His punch was met with a block and the two separated in the opposite direction. Hiyori quickly pointed her gun at the co-pilot, only to have her feet taken out from under her. Kugaha took the opportunity to pin her while she struggled, flipping her over and grabbing her wrists again. Captain Tenjin struggled from the floor, crawling towards his downed chair and trying desperately to get it righted.

Yato took a slow breath, his mind reverting back to old habits and experience. He quickly scooped up the plant and locked it in the compactor. Both cyborgs settled into a fighting stance, eyeing each other with equal distain. Hiyori struggled on her stomach, both her hands- and her gun- held captive in the Go-4's red light orb. But neither Yato or Kuoto paid any mind anyone else in the room. 

Yato ran forward and threw another punch. Kouto ducked and kicked at the Wall-E's feet. Yato jumped back, and quickly threw up a guard against the Auto's flying fist. A brown boot shot out and hit Kouto squarely in the torso, sending him backwards into the motherboard. The Co-pilot's head lulled back into the rubble as Yato rushed forward again. He aimed a punch right between the eyes, only to have it be embedded into the control panel. Kouto grabbed Yato's arm with one hand, and swung with the other, cracking Yato's jaw. His elbow followed, drawing blood as Yato ripped himself away. Kouto tried to follow, only to have Yato kick him back a step. 

The two met again, striking and blocking, attacking and parring. When Kouto threw a roundhouse kick, Yato spun his body so Kuoto's ankle met the iron of his compactor, knocking the plant around inside. Yato managed to get a couple hits in, before he was head butted and flipped onto another part of the motherboard. His heavy boots shattering the glass pane of the captain's chamber, falling to the deck below.  

The Wall-E was unfazed, he spun himself around, heels hitting Kuoto's jaw straight on. The Auto staggered back, holding his face, glaring as the Wall-E righted himself. Both were panting, blood splattered across them here and there. The captain continued to shout profanities as Hiyori struggled against her captor, begging Yato to stop. Kugaha, too, was starting to look a bit out of this league. 

"That crash probably alerted the Secur-T," Kouto said, wiping blood from his nose, "They'll be here any minute to arrest you." 

"Like I'm afraid of some sheltered mall cops." Yato huffed back. His eyes flickered to Hiyori on the ground, her pleading expression squeezing his heart. She too, had blood trickling from her nose. Suddenly, Kouto was nose-to-nose with Yato. 

"Where are you looking?" The Auto provoked, fist coming around to slam into Yato's cheek. He lunged again and a deeply buried instinct rushed forward and took hold of the Wall-E's limbs. His hooks unclasped instantly and he gripped his compactor, swinging it around at a blinding speed. The swift motion was build for centers of experience. The angle was perfect, the roll of his wrist was mechanic, the steel corner perfectly sliced across Kouto's neck. 

For the breifest of seconds, there was nothing, then the telltale squirt of blood being pumped out of a wound make itself known. Red painted the floor, and stained the white of the co-pilot's uniform like a bib. The Auto staggard backwards, clutching his neck, blood seeping through his fingers. Despite this, Kouto managed a smirk. Yato narrowed his eyes, refastening his compactor onto his back, and standing upright. 

A happy 'ding' made itself known. Hiyori gasped from under Kugaha's foot. The elevator doors slid open, the light blinding the dark room. A body came through, short and blonde. 

"Yato! Hiyori! Are you-" Yukine stopped short. His wide eyes went from Hiyori on the floor, to Yato, to the blood coloring the co-pilot's clothes. 

"Yukine!" Hiyori cried, squirmed against Kugaha. 

"Go-4, grab him!" Kouto pointed at the Mo. 

"Kid, look out!" Yato reached for his kid, only to have his wrist grabbed. Kouto used his other hand to grab the back of Yato's head. Yanking his wrist, the Auto swung Yato's head around and slammed him face-first into the control panel. The Wall-E let out a strangled grunt, blinking away stars. Behind them, Yukine cried out, the sound of a thud following. 

Hiyori shouted out as Yukine hit the ground hard, the Go-4 standing over him. Kugaha's light still held Hiyori's hand captive, while his other hand curled into a fist. Yato struggled to see Yukine, getting his teeth against the frustration.

"You can't save him." Kouto hissed in his ear. Yato fought against the Auto's body weight, the handle of his own compactor pinning him down. From the floor, Yukine was clutching his cheek with wide eyes, crawling away from the Go-4. 

"Yukine!" Hiyori rose to a sitting position, "Use your roller! Like Yato does!" she shouted. Kugaha looked back at her with a glare. 

"Hey! Shut it-" Kugaha's head was suddenly flung forward. Yukine's staff made a sickening crack as it whacked the Go-4's head a second time. He took a step back when Kugaha whipped his head around at the kid, blood no dyeing his long grey hair. Yukine brased the roller in front of him, forcing his shaking knees apart. 

Kugaha stepped forward with a smile. He threw a kick out that Yukine blocked with the poll, stumbling to the side with a noise of shock. Kugaha went at Yukine again, grunting when he had to dodge another swing of the Mo's roller. Yukine took another hit to the face and shoulder, fear beginning to set in. Both of his friends struggled, the captain crying out in alarm and fury. 

Yukine coughed and tried to catch his breath, moving to his feet to prepare for the next strike. But Kugaha didn't move. Yukine's eyes were drawn to the Go-4's fingers, the ones that remained pointed at Hiyori. The light holding her was stretched thin. Yukine rose to his feet once more, gripping the handle of his roller tightly. He turned it on, cranking it up to it's highest speed and glared at the grey-haired man before him. 

"Why are you doing this?" Yato growled, his own eyes staring back at him within the glass's reflection. The stars gleamed from the outside. Kouto could see the uniformed Secur-Ts make their way down the hall in two perfect lines. Lead by Bishamon in a rush. The Auto clicked his tongue and hit a couple buttons to shut down the elevator without alerting the Typ-Es. Hopefully it would buy time to clean up this mess before they think to fly up here. Honestly, this disorder was unprecedented. 

"I'm obeying orders. Human beings are a scourge. The Earth was never meant to be 'cleaned up'," Kouto snarled, "The Wall-Es were just a political act and needed to be removed from the picture." 

This time Yukine dashed forward, keeping his tool low. Kuguha flinched into position, throwing out his leg. Yukine threw his body weight down, Kuguha's foot whizzing by his hair. The Mo slid along the polished floor, his roller hooking Kuguha's pivot foot. Yukine yanked and sent the Go-4 crashing to the ground, his chin cracking the ground. 

Quickly, Yukine got to his feet, he swung the roller in a wide arc. The end of his roller whacked the back of Kuguha's hand, it's high speed spiral burning through the first couple layers of skin. Kuguha cried out in pain as smoke began hissing from his hand, electric sparks dancing from his finger tips. Hiyori fought to pull her hands apart, the red light flickering. Yato cheered them on, causing Kouto to boil over in rage. 

"I've had enough of this!" The Auto roared. A short taser shot out from under the Auto's sleeve. Electricity sparked between two metal conductors, glowing a menacing pale blue. It buzzed with a high voltage. From across the room, Hiyori yanked her arms apart, breaking her restraints, the light evaporated. Yukine jumped to her side, roller raised in front of him. Hiyori pointed her gun at the man on the ground. 

Yato's smile vanished when he felt the hum of Kouto's weapon near his cheek. Kouto's left hand still gripped the compactor's handle, his other raising to the nape of Yato's neck. The Wall-E knew what was about to happen, his reflection looking back at him with the same expression of pure terror. Even with this realization, Yato still had to ask. 

"Wha-what are you doing?" Above his head Kouto's mouth twisted in a funny smile. The top half of his face was shadowed in the cracked window, save for his glowing red pupils. While Hiyori kept her gun trained on Kugaha, Yukine went to help the captain back in his seat. 

"You want to know the best part about having the same creator?" Kouto purred. Yato felt the Auto's corpse-cold hand move up his neck, his first two fingers curling along the base of his skull. He moved aside whips of black hair to reveal an in-human strip of material that stretched along the cervical curve. Yato struggled as his friends called his name. Kouto only grinned when he clicked open the skin-colored strip, revealing the Wall-E's circuit board. 

"I know all of your weak points," Kouto stabbed the taser into the bottom of Yato's skull, into his hard drive. Yato let out a harsh scream in pain, text and lights flickering across his vision as his spine and brain surged with electricity. Warning signs glitching in and out, overlapping with frantic numbers and symbols. Colors whirled across his vision so fast that it blurred his surroundings and made him nauseas. After what felt like an entirety, his muscles and body quivered then went slack, nerves boiling. Yato heard Hiyori and Yukine cry out, their voices sounding so far away. His vision went black, the mangled text 'Warning: Force Shut Down' the last thing he saw. Yato felt his hearing start to leave him as well. The last words were happily spoken above him. 

"Goodnight, Yaboku."