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Natural Enemies - Antoine & Bunnie

Prison cells aren't made for comfort, but even Antoine had to admit this was slightly better than he expected. He'd only woken up minutes ago, and instead of rusty chains and a dirty room, it was simple steel all around. It practically glimmered, it was so clean. After a moment of thought, Antoine decided it made sense. Doctor Robotnik - Eggman, as most of the world sneered - was so prideful and narcissistic that even his cells had to be perfect. A quick look around told the coyote that his sword had been taken, as well as his hoverboard and communication device - he only had the clothes on his back. Oh, and the nice little bruises forming all over. Which still stung.

His wrists were bound together by metal, maybe they were magnets, since he couldn't pull his wrists apart no matter how hard he tried. They were keeping him alive, but for what reason? Nothing good, he imagined. But if he was indeed there for torture in order to spill secrets, they'd be frustrated many times over. He'd rather die than rat out his allies. Soon he heard footsteps, and his heart skipped a beat. Despite not being able to see who was coming, he had a good guess. It was the same woman who knocked him out cold - which was perhaps was his own fault. It seemed that whenever he fought her - and, somehow, when these battles took place, it was always him versus her - he took it slightly easier on her. Shameful, yes, but thankfully his allies had never known. Maybe she did.

In fact - was it because of her that he was alive, instead of dead, his corpse being made an example of the futility of opposition? He couldn't be sure, and held his breath.

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There was a distinctive clicking sound as her heels met the immaculate white floor, and somehow the sound itself seemed to eminate with her frustration.

She proceeded down the hall with a tray of food in her fists and a scowl on her face. Why did she have to play servant to their prisoner? 'Ah ain't no waitress.' Having to stoop to such a level seemed insulting. She didn't want to look at that horrible ....handsome face again.

Once Bunnie made it to the door to the prison cel, she stooped down and shoved the tray under the small gap between the clear barrier and the floor. "Here's your food." She said harshly. "Feel free to choke on it." She neglected to add 'with that beautiful mouth'.

Antoine made sure to sit on his tail so it couldn't give him away. Last thing she needed to know was how the sight of her set his body aflame. It was unfair that someone on the wrong side of everything was so devastatingly gorgeous. She probably had a string of boyfriends...

"How do I know it's not poisoned?" He knew it was a dumb question even as he said it - why bother keeping someone alive if you were just going to kill them later? But he wanted to annoy her as much she annoyed him. "You can't make me eat."

"If you don't wanna eat, then go ahead an' starve. At least Ah won't have to play babysitter after that."

She folded her arms and turned her back to the cel as if intending to ignore him, though what she intended had nothing to do that. In fact, she'd worn her tightest pair of black pants simply aiming to drive him up the wall, and she was giving him a wonderful view of them at that particular angle. She raised her hands above her head and yawned, tousling her hair just so.

Subtlety could be just as cruel as bruises.

"No, I imagine not." He scoffed, ready to play the game, thinking he knew the rules. "When you're responsible for a prisoner dying, and such an important one, you'll probably be delegated to something as low as a jan-"

He meant to say the word "janitor", but he had wanted to make the word sting with a hard glare of his eyes. But when he turned his head to do so HOLY MOTHER OF EVERYTHING. Maybe he was supposed to choke on the food, but instead he was choking on that view, and made a strangled yelping noise in his throat. NOT FAIR, THIS WAS NOT FAIR. His jaw hung open, unable to find or make words. He'd been hungry before, but now he was starving.

"Augh.... Euuugh... I... ah... um..."

Her hands fell back into their disingenuous fold as she glanced over her shoulder. For a split second she thought that he might've literally choked on his food, but found only the ever satisfying befuddled stare.

Bunnie couldn't help but smirk as she turned around. "You might wanna pick your mouth up off the floor first because Janitor or not, Ah ain't gonna do it."

No matter how much she wanted to, she knew Eggman had cameras monitoring the cels.

Somehow, hearing her talk managed to get his brain working again. He shook his head, hard, trying to ignore the effect she had on him. "Does ze doctor let all of you dress like zat? No wonder none of you get anything done!" Yeah! That'll... show her.

He cleared his throat. "I was merely surprised zat a woman like you had so little self-respect."

"When you're as good as ah am, the Doctor don't rightly care how you dress." Bunnie's voice had an audible edge to it as she proceeded to dial on a glowing keypad to the right of the cel. "Once he perfects roboticization, then the way ah dress won't matter anyway. He's plannin' on turning his own allies to bots. That way we ain't got any weaknesses."

Not that she wanted to be one of those robots.

She hit the enter button and the barrier to the cel impossible vanished. The cuffs were still there, but now there was no wall between them. "Now get eatin' or you're gettin' cleaned up on an empty stomach."

She would willingly submit herself to that? How damaged did you have to be, mentally and emotionally, to allow it? Antoine almost felt sorry for her - and then she came inside. Why was she coming inside?!

"Cleaned up?" He dared to ask, keeping his bound wrists close to his chest. He was so nervous that his wrists rubbed up against his uniform, popping open a button or two. "What are you talking about?"

Bunnie paused briefly, craning her neck just so as his unkempt clothes became a little more ...unkempt. After she collected herself she rounded behind him and gave him a gentle push. ' Ah can't believe he didn't get the hint when I mentioned the cameras!' She thought with a huff.

"The Doctor runs a tight ship." She motioned around to the pristine prison. "Might as well make sure you look as presentable as the Doctor comes to expect. Now get movin'."

How could he possibly understand any hints when all he could think of SHE FITS THOSE PANTS WAY TOO WELL, among other things that a gentleman shouldn't think of his captor. He grunted, having no choice but to walk ahead as she pushed. "And where am I supposed to be going? Some place where you zap me and poke me with needles and make me wear a collar?"

... Okay that last one was mostly more 'bad thoughts'.

"But I'll be telling you nothing, nothing! You'll never hear a word! My lips are sealed!"

"Who said anythin' about torturin' you? Or givin' you some kinda collar." Though the smile was evident enough in her voice as she asked. "But by all means," Bunnie reached out and skittered her fingers up his back all the way to the collar of his shirt. "Keep givin' me ideas if you want." She steered him out of the prison block and down a particularly dark hallway.

Don't wag your tail don't wag your tail don't wag your tail don't wag your tail - He had to repeat that mantra over and over until it was all he could think about, or else he would think about those soft fingers on his skin and Oooh they were soft, they were so soft.

So in order to keep his body obedient, he had to walk slowly and rigidly, looking as if he was freezing cold and shivering. Not it was time to actually try some of that "not talking" he was yammering on about. Antoine shut his jaw hard, grinding his teeth, refusing to say anything else as he walked.

Oh? "Is that all it takes to get you to pipe down?" Truthfully, she was disappointed that he had all but cut their conversation off outright. Bunnie gave his hair a light tussle before letting it fall back to her side.

She glanced quickly over her shoulder and then up at the roofline. Should be far enough down the hall for the cameras to be less of a threat. "Turn around." She ordered with a low hiss.

Another hard grumble, don't touch the hair! He doesn't even have access to a hairbrush or a comb anymore, how is he supposed to set it right? So when he turned around, he glared, hard. What did she want now? Hadn't she already torn his dignity to shreds?

"Hmph."

She gave a heavy sigh at the reaction. Why in the world did she find him so darn attractive? It was like pulling teeth to get him alone and even more so to make sure that they weren't being watched, and then he had to go and act huffy.

Bunnie didn't waste much more time in leaning in, putting her hands on both sides of his face, and giving him a kiss right on the lips. One that - she hoped - would make up for having to abduct him like she had.

Antoine had been raised as a proud soldier, and he had been taught how to defend himself against any kind of attack... except this one.

Within seconds, his mind and body turned into blissful mush. It was like he completely forgot where he was, and as a result his tail was allowed to wag rapidly. He melted in her hands, leaning in and kissing her back nearly desperately.

He turned into such mush that it became almost necessary to press him up against the wall behind them just for leverage. Once she pulled back she cleared her throat casually. "At least that's a good reason for you to be quiet."

"Uh?" It was all he was capable of saying at the moment, his mind swimming in hormones. But the cold steel wall helped remind him of where he was, and he blinked rapidly, trying to put his thoughts in order. "Quiet... quiet... Y-yes, I will try to be very quiet..."

"Good." She gave a curt nod back down the hall where they had come from. Not that she minded it when he talked, but.. "With all those cameras on the jail cel, we'll have to be quiet to avoid bein' overheard. Or watched."

Though she took the moment to explain before leaning back in, she half wondered if he had heard a word of it. "It'll give me some time to figure out how to get your cuffs off."

Oh, right, he was wearing cuffs. Because he'd been captured. By her.

"B-Be waiting a minute!" He struggled to keep his voice down. "Ze cameras will have seen me leaving ze cell with you... If I am to be escaping, what will you tell zem? Zat I overpowered you and knew exactly where to do without being caught? You are risking much here! Ze doctor does not take kindly to failure, I am imagining..." If she was hurt on his account - he wasn't supposed to care, but he did, and it was all her fault.

Bunnie bristled. "That is why you're gonna punch me square in the face, silly." She said nonchalantly. "And as for how you got away, these hallways are dark and winding. Ah can't keep track of prisoners in the dark like robots can." She'd think of the consequences later on.

"Just try and make the punishment worth my while, hm."

The idea left a bitter taste in his mouth. Sure, they fought all the time on the battlefield, but striking someone who wouldn't fight back... that just wasn't noble. He swallowed hard, but he knew he couldn't argue it. "Very well... but I won't be liking it."

He held up his cuffed wrists. "But how will you be getting these things of me? I cannot even move my hands!"

"T-They're magnetized so we just gotta get 'em magnetized to something else. Maybe." She wasn't a hundred percent sure on how to accomplish that. At worse he could just escape with them on. His friends were smart enough to figure it out. Bunnie reached into the inside jacket pocket and pulled out a small magnet. "Ah brought this to see if that idea would work."

Could it really be so simple? Then again, Robotnik's plans had failed before. Antoine would just have to put his faith in Bunnie. He held out his wrists, hoping to be released. But he couldn't help himself. "You are ze single most confusing woman I have ever been meeting. I cannot be telling eef you wish to kill me or kiss me. Or both."

"Just assume both and Ah'm sure you'll get it right one way or another." She said with a wink as she began to work on the cuffs. "Ain't it more excitin' to keep you guessin' anyway?" The little magnet didn't do much to the cuffs, but it managed to budge them a little bit. Bunnie frowned. "Maybe we need a bigger magnet." Or maybe the key that turned the cuffs off to begin with.

Antoine's eyes kept flicking back and forth between his wrists and Bunnie's eyes. How long could they stay in this place before arousing suspicion? He could move his wrists - but only a smidgen. "What about ze key? Someone put zis on me, so zey must have a way to be taken off."

"Bein' truthful, Ah don't know if there is a key." She gulped, "The Doctor don't make it a habit of keepin' live critters runnin' around. Ain't no need for things like that if you never have to take 'em off." But surely, something could be done.

If she knew more about machines then maybe she could do something, but.. "Ah could try cuttin' them off with something sharp, but that could end up makin' things worse."

A sharp object? Antoine's ears went up, as an idea came to mind - mostly to avoid thinking of there being no key at all. "You could try to find my sword! You've seen me fight, eet can cut through metal like butter!"

Not margarine.

"Do you know what happened to it? I was... hoping to get eet back anyway."

"Hmmm.." She looked up, trying to think. "The Doctor mighta melted it down. He doesn't keep scrap metal like that just lyin' around for long." He needed a lot of metal to create an army of robots lying around. "We'll need to head over to the forge to check an' see if it's still there."

Melted it down?! "Eet ees not scrap metal! Eet ees a sacred family heirloom, given to me by his father, from his father, from generations of D'Coolettes!" Antoine snapped, almost spitting in his horrified rage.

... Although he was quick to remember this wasn't her fault. Sort of. He swallowed down his anger, struggling to regain control. "... Perhaps... we can see for ourselves, as I pretend to be your prisoner."

"That's all well an' good, but try convincin' the Doctor that sentimental value is more important than his robots." She muttered.

"Come to think of it...." Bunnie then had to pause and give him a sidelong look. "A forge like that might be a good way to get those cuffs off."They could go down there but... they'd need a good reason. A reason he likely wasn't going to like. "Ah'll have to say I'm givin' you another set of cuffs if you wanna get inside. That'll be a good chance for you to get the better of me, take your sword, get the cuffs off, and scram."

A stroke of brilliance all around! Antoine's chest felt some relief - though he was still inwardly panicking about the fate of his beloved family heirloom. If it was destroyed, generations of D'Coolettes would haunt him for all eternity!

"W-whatever it takes." Antoine replied, trying to hide how nervous he was about the plan. There were a million ways this plan could go wrong, or right, but what choice did they have? "I'll do whatever you tell me, een order to see my sword and my freedom!"

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