The Waiter - a Nuzi Fanfic

Chapter Seven - Hospitable

N, still on top of Uzi, reverted back to his normal wholesome behavior. He rapidly apologized, unsure how Uzi will react to his vicious killing persona. He looked scared of himself, misunderstood. Uzi looked at him in fear, but her eyes provided N the information that she calmed down after he apologized. She sat up a bit, almost face to face with him. "N... I always- kinda knew. " Uzi tilted to her head, reassuring him. The rumors were validated, but if he needed oil to keep himself from overheating.. Wait. By calling him off of her, would N overheat right now?

Uzi slipped from underneath him, sitting on her knees. N looked at her, still wanting to apologize. He looked to the right at the ground a bit, when he got a warning on his screen. " l TEMP TOO HIGH l " N was on his knees as well, but he leaned forward on his arms. N began to breathe heavily, causing Uzi to worry for him. " wait! You need oil, right?! " she looked around not sure what to do.

N's vision was completely red, with warnings spread throughout his visor. Uzi didn't want her possible love interest deactivating so soon, so she found a piece of glass by the cars.

N, still on the ground, was on his last few moments before shutdown. Uzi slid in front of him. N could make out oil dripping from her forearm. Losing his strength, he fell forwards off of his arms. His mouth was placed on the gash Uzi made for him, consuming enough to get him back on his feet, but not too much to harm Uzi. Uzi, having an annoyed expression on her face, but the blush telling otherwise. She looked away, putting her left hand on his head.

After awhile, he sat up, with the 'X' appearing on his visor. This time, he was in control. N's normal eyes appeared once more, looking down on Uzi. He was much taller than she was, even when they where both on their knees. "Thanks." He said, awkwardly. "Shut up.. " Uzi crossed her arms and looked away, and N stood up to offer her a hand. She took it for the third time, appreciating the sense of being a gentleman. The two walked together closely, chattering about.

The topic came to the bunker, N was curious and asked if she ever dreaded it. " I dunno.. I
I just don't fit in properly. Bite me! " she crossed her arms, but N fully understood her. "I get it. J and V want the best girl me, but they're just sort of-.. Mean. " N placed one arm over the other.

Something landed behind them. spooking Uzi a bit, she accidentally brushed N's hand. " Is that so? N.. What are you doing?.. " J spoke sternly.