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AREY AREY ITS HERE FINALLYYYY MAHI MY QUEEN!!!

𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 | ʙʜᴀɪʀᴀᴠᴀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Bhairava x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Kalki 2898ad

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 3.5k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Being heavily based on b&b series, bhairava is CHAOTIC, he is also adorable but still a dumbass, violence, theft, futuristic world, angst, betrayal.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 this is about a emotions that went extinct a long long back.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

A/n : I have no idea why I am doing this but this is a prelude to the inevitable kalki 2898ad fic I will end up writing.

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Bhairava was many things, he was a certified opportunist, a smart-ass and a very bubbly guy. This was the level of his self awareness as he says, he also was a lazy man when it was not about him or the units.

But honestly speaking, wasn't everyone around him the same?

In the year 2898 the concept of helping others or comrades or friendships was dead. Personally speaking he thought humanity itself was dead but people around him usually refrained from saying that so he didn't bother either.

Not like him saying that out loud would change anything for anyone, why even care?

He had enough business of his own to keep himself busy that he had neither the need nor the time to poke his nose in other's business.

Being a bounty hunter however always had him stepping in someone else's business, that was not his client.

Right now was a good example, he was chasing a man across the roofs of houses, if you would call them that anymore. The man did something to get a 1000u bounty on his head. Bhairava didn't remember what it was, he was only interested in the units.

Anyways, coming to his point of landing in someone else's business came from the gun that the man was fleeing, it was antique. 800+ years old. Very probably the reason he was asked to hunt him

He really did not like the professional thieves, yes being a thief was a profession, he heard it was a crime once upon a time. Way to evolve.

Whatever, he didn't like the stealers, it has made his jobs messier than they already were and it straight out irritated him to no end.

His point is proven right again when someone slams him from his right side, just when he has managed to grab the robs of the man he was pursuing. It surprised him while the person who caused all this used his shoulders as leverage to perform a flip over his head and grab the antique gun as they landed on the other side.

Taking the weight of a grown human wasn't easy, which explained him losing his balance and the grip he had on his prey leading the man to flee easily. He cured in all the languages he knew before turning his head and pinpointing the thief that ruined his hunt.

The person was running from two more people, great this was a bloody competition now, but he was Bhairava and what was he if not pretty enough for revenge.

Knowing the place since his birth was his strong suit which gives him the advantage to catch up to the person within ten minutes. He waited for a second, letting the second runner catch up with them as they approached a long leap between the two roofs.

It was a tough jump, enough that even after crossing it several times a simple underpowered start had him coming down before he properly had the roof surface under his feet.

But he was as stubborn as they got, managing to grab the leg of the person he was tailing, making them fall too. He climbs up the surface easily, smirking as he notices the other thieves in the race grabbing the antique parcel and rushing away.

Looking down at this hunted prey however made him suck in a deep breath, his lazy posture to a straight one. The hunted prey was a female.

The hood of her jacket had fallen off revealing a wild mop of jet black hair flying in the dry wind, the woman turned her face to him with an aggressive jerk, a pair of brown eyes glaring at him as she stood up.

If looks could kill he wouldn't be breathing right now.

She was dressed rather simply so to speak, a grey shirt knotted in the front, a pair of combat pants and a jacket with the hood. The choker pooling around her neck was probably the mask she used. Her arm band was one of the most advanced one he has seen but the jets attached to her boots were pretty below average.

“You absolute asshole!!!”

The yell brings his eyes back to meet her gaze, a brow raised in question.

“Excuse me? Who are you calling an asshole?”

“Oh so you're missing hearing aids? I'm sorry but I was calling YOU an ASSHOLE because that's WHAT YOU ARE!! You ruined my job!!”

Bhairava grits his teeth as the woman pushes him just a little with every word.

“You're the one who ruined MY JOB!! The man you let slip from my hands had a 10,000u bounty!!”

“That gun would have gotten me at least 15000u you jerk, I'm the one with more loss here!”

She goes to push him again but this time he steps to the side, making her lose balance and fall forward from the edge but he manages to grab her hand last min.

“Say a simple sorry I might pull you up.”

The fall won't kill her but looking at the condition of her jets, if they don't pick up on time she will break a few bones.

“In your dreams…asshole.”

She spat out, kicking his knee making him let go of her as a sharp pain went through his body. He doesn't make an effort to grab the slipping hand from his, choosing to throw a glare towards her instead.

What? She chose these consequences.

He gives his knee a good shake before peering down, his tongue clicking in annoyance to find her hanging mid air from where she has managed to grab a iron bar, what an annoying woman.

“Have a nice time hanging around.”

He gets a middle finger in response which passes him off more and he taps the thrusters with his toes making them buzz to life before kicking one of them, letting the dust fall down purposely.

A satisfied snort leaves his lips when he hears a little coughing and curses before leaving the ground to go over the side alley in time to witness her hand finally slipping from the rod and her crashing through the wooden roof of a shop and landing on small piles of cloth and broken wood.

He shakes his head as she groans from the impact from the fall. That's what she gets from being a jerk, he thinks before leaving the place.

They both do run into each other on another job but he was in no mood to tangle with her again so he chooses to jump over the table in their path while she goes to slide from under it.

Now that was a really weak table because it broke the moment he shifted his weight on his hand, making him lose balance and fall directly on top of her.

“Fucking hell.”

She groaned pushing him off her, he groaned as he stood up to come face to face with a familiar glare.

“You again-”

“You ruined another one of my job-”

“Why are you on the streets to begin with huh!? Aren't you thieves supposed to be stealthy and smooth?”

“Well Mr. know it all sometimes we have moving targets like the one I had but you ruined it all.”

Both glare at each other, even if he towered a good five-six inches above her, either of them refusing to back down at any cost.

“I really hate you too, asshole.”

“The feeling is pretty mutual, wretched jerk.”

The exchange ends with them gritting their teeth and then walking away in different directions.

By his luck, or God's grace if he exists anymore, he doesn't run into her for weeks on end and between that failed bounty, going to junkyard and picking up Buiji, he almost forgets about her.

Almost being the keyword because when he returns from his first round search for the parts of his vehicles and has Rajan tell him a girl was in his room he physically felt his blood pressure rise at least five points.

“How did you find this place- nevermind why the fuck are you here?”

He hisses, entering the room, the female bent over his desk turns around with a bored look.

“You're not that tough to find and I'm here for a job.”

“Oh so now you're gonna steal from me?”

“How can dumb can you be-”

“WHAT!?”

“I was here to steal something I would've not entered through the door. I'm here to pick up a job.” She says rolling her eyes before tapping her arm band and a holographic screen pops up.

His eyes scan the content as fast as he can, it was a 50,000u job, pretty sweet if you ask him. He freezes when he sees his own name in the client column. What the-

“I didn't hire you.”

“Yes you did.”

“No I didn't.”

“Yes you-”

“I did.”

Both of them turn sideways at the third voice, Buiji speaks in a flat voice, her blue reflectors staring back at the bickering duo.

“You hired me?” “You hired her?”

The in sync speech makes both of them throw an equally hot glare at each other.

“She will make the job easier Bhairava for both of us.”

He mumbles something along the lines of only knowing how to ruin things but she makes it a point to ignore it.

“At least one of you has brains, Bhairava.”

The way she spits out his name it was clearly a taunt and it irked him but there was no denying that she would make the job easier by giving him and Buiji more time to focus on technicalities while she gets the part they need.

“Fine do whatever the fuck you want.”

He says with a mocking smile to the A.I. and a middle finger to the professional thief's smug smile before turning and going to tinker with a few things he found.

For a while the other two talk before the female up stairs and jumps out of the giant ass hole in his window, coming from the main door his ass. He walks back to his desk the minutes the female disappears.

“Why did you get her? and don't give me the making job easier bullshit with your perfectionist tantrums there is no way that was the reason.”

“You will see, focus on the vehicle structure for now.”

He huffs at the excuse of a response but chooses to distract himself with the structure of the car. Over the course of the next ten days slowly but surely the required parts come in, everything except for one thing.

A damn controller and the stubborn a.i. was hell bent on finding the perfect one. So it takes them a whole two days to find the perfect match and what the match was.

A robot which was being guarded by at least ten, heavily armed, men clearly appointed by the complex. Way to get things messy.

“I'll get it.”

His head turns to the woman who was laying on his bed, her head hanging off the side and legs kicked up, when did his room become her hangout place?

“But I want 20,000u more.”

She says getting up from the bed, he just turns to her and gives her are you out of your fucking mind look to which she shrugs her shoulders.

“I'll manage without it, I don't have units coming in from somewhere at all times."

“You have 20,000u and we need the controller. It won't work without it.”

He groans, letting his head fall on the desk, if Buiji had more body than that damn annoying head he would have gone for the neck already.

“Just give me the units, I'll get you what you want and then we will never see each other. Ever again.”

Yeah he doesn't believe his luck is as good as that but he gives in after repeated taunts from Buiji. Raising only his hand, he clicks their armbands together with her, making a sobbing sound in counter to her delighted one.

There goes his 10000u.

He glares as she climbs on his bed, with her shoes on and then jumps out of the window, why can't this woman come and leave through the damn door.

Bhairava maintains his nonchalant facade for exactly five minutes before getting up.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“To see what she is doing Buiji, that woman owns every last one of my units. If she fails I want everyone of my units back.”

With that he leaves, taking the artificial intelligence with him. Reaching the statue takes them half an hour and the first sight he witnesses gives him a mini heart attack.

Feet above the ground, she was dangling upside down, the controller in her hand as the guards tried to snatch her. Way to get the job done.

“What an idiot.”

He growls before climbing up, thanks to his usual practice he reaches the height fast, grabbing the collar of one of the guards and pulling him off her. Sending him flying.

Above him, the appointed thief pulls herself upright, kicking one of the men and having him fall down.

“So much for being a professional thief.” Bhairava says, twisting the arm of another man. To which he gets a glare.

“I never asked for your help, asshole.”

She replied, stopping a punch and elbowing the man.

“Stop calling me that like it's my actual name.”

“Then stop being one.”

They bicker until more men arrive.

“Let's get out of here first.”

Buiji speaks smartly, Bhairava taps the jets in his boots, letting go of the bamboo poles. She was supposed to climb down but when the men start shooting, one of the laser shots his boots, rendering them useless for the moment and the gravity pulls him down immediately.

She chooses to jump recklessly, grabbing his hand with one and a bamboo pole with another, keeping them afloat. Now while Bhairava would've snorted the yelp of pain made it die down in his throat.

Looking up he realises the position made her vulnerable to the shots and one of them even hit her shoulder, even if it was partial.

“You dumbass.”

She curses but for the first time he doesn't mind it all and instead he notices how she refused to let her grip loosen on him or the bamboo that held them but not for long.

He looks down, calculating the distance before his eyes set on the men shooting at them and his jaw tightens, eyes narrowing in a glare.

“Let go.”

“What? Have you finally lost whatever little brains you had?”

“Just let go.”

“Fuck it.”

With the curse she loosens her grip, he uses the jet in one of his boots to lightly manipulate the place of his fall and ends up falling on top of one of them.

As the dust around him flies, the men all back stay high on alert before coming out of the brown cloud and grabs his gun, pulling him in. The others suffered the same thing and in ten minutes there was only Bhairava standing as the dust settled.

“Incoming.”

He looks up when Buiji speaks in time to notice her grip slipping. Without a second thought, he uses on of the men fallen on his knees and the one working jet to reach minimum height to catch her and landing back on ground.

“You okay?”

He surprises himself when he asks the question to the female cradled in his arms ever so gently, who looks up into his eyes and he suddenly realises how pretty her eyes were and how long her lashes were and what the fuck Bhairava.

He lets her stand on his own feet once he catches where his train of thoughts was headed. For a moment the two of them stay awkwardly silent before she seems to realise something and raises her arm.

“What? You think I saved because of some good feelings? no I have a payment left.”

Right. How can he forget how people were? He clicked his wrist against her and she grinned, a small smile settling on his lips unknowingly.

“Thanks, I hope you enjoyed my services and see you again.”

She says, taking a small bow before handing him the controller and then walking off. Something in him twists uncomfortably as he sees her walk off, trying to get a look on her wound but he decides to walk back to his home too.

For the rest of the day he busies himself with work but something seems to be eating at him and it was so so so annoying. Damn it why Buiji had to pick her.

It was around 2 am in the night when everything started coming to a full circle.

“Yes. Bhairava 5 stat bounty!!”

Buiji speaks and he slides out from under the car that was slowly coming together, as the a.i. shows him the bounty.

“Mahavidya, professional thief. Wanted by : the complex? Damn. Wanted for : various valuable thefts and a special program.”

The request didn't make sense as to why Buiji sounded like a plan as been successful until well the pick showed up.

The woman was familiar, the same hood, the same mask, the same jacket but most of all he recognized those eyes. Just a few hours ago he realised how beautiful these same eyes were.

“What the hell?” He grumbles, this was the a.i.’s big plan for hiring her? So she has to steal something from the complex and come in their radar and they but a bounty on her head.

“But why help me build his vehicle if it was this easy!?”

He asked, he felt used and he didn't like the feeling one bit.

“Because working in a complex gives you a much better life than simply getting in there. We have everything set up don't tell me you love that woman suddenly?”

He snorts out loud.

“Don't be ridiculous, there is no such thing as love. That is all nothing but talk in legends."

“Then let's go on hunting."

There is a long pause as he looks at the controller lying on the desk.

“Let's go hunting.”

It takes him a day to pinpoint where she was but he finds her, running across the roofs once again, her mask and hood pulled up as she raises against some of her competitors.

Something pains in his chest as he climbs up the building beside him and her way, hiding from her vision.

He decided to not think much and just grabs her as she runs past him, pulling her back. The sudden killing of the moment makes her fall back and he catches her on instinct.

Their gazes come to match again, as they stare at each other before she pushes him to stand up.

“You- Which one of your jobs did I ruin this time for you to drag me away from another one of mine.”

She huffed, turning off the mask, her lower half visible and voice more clear and why does his chest hurt? The words die on his tongue as she taps his feet waiting for them.

“None. You're the job this time.”

Wow Buiji really is cold.

Bhairava doesn't have time to curse at the a.i. on his shoulder before it flashes the same bounty screen for her look at.

“You really are an asshole.”

He thinks he hears betrayal in her voice but the air gets knocked out of him when she kicks him right in the gut. For the first few blows he only defends himself before a punch to his face has him retaliating back and punching her in the gut.

The woman doubles over as he wipes the corner of his mouth free from the blood. He misses a weak hit towards his face but it does send the a.i. flying off his shoulder, he counters it with a kick, pushing her away.

Feelings are bullshit he doesn't have time for, no one in this world had, he will just hand her over and get those one million units.

The woman growls getting back at him by kicking his legs from under him and straddling his waist to bring punch after punch down on him, a few he managed to block but at least three she managed to land on his cheek bone.

Gritting his teeth he grabs her by the neck and slams her down to the floor, hard. He got up, glaring at her as he pants while she groans on the floor.

Standing up he goes to bind her hands with cuffs but she kicks him unexpectedly with quite some force, sending him stumbling back and hitting his head hard on one of the rods kept in the drums.

His vision blurs a little, she makes out her heading for him, pulling out a rod and swinging it hard enough to knock him down.

But before the next hit, he hears her yelp and a number of black figures flying in. He weakly tries to get up but his body gives out and everything goes black.

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