Yuueiloid-- BakuKiriKami

[LovelyBones]

"Are you really serious about this, shitty hair? I highly doubt we'll get anything outta this storage shed." Katsuki grimaced as he looked at the shady, rusted garage door before himself, as well as a few othwr potential buyers. "Hell yeah!! I've heard this one has some decent tech inside-- enough to refurbish or to sell for prime scrap!!" Eijiro excitedly replied in a hushed whisper to his blonde, barely containing his excitement. "Fine, fine, but we are NOT spending over 1200 credits, got it?" "Yessir!! You wont regret this, promise!!" The red head grinned, before the small crowd looked to the auctioneer as he began to explain what was about to go down.

Fifteen minutes and 1000 credits later, Eijiro excitedly cheered as he was given the key card to the storage shed as the remaining crowd moved into the next she'd, while Katsuki looked at it skeptically. "Alright, alright, open the damn door already. The sooner we scavenge this, the better. I want to finish the gauntlets that have been on my work table for WEEKS." Groaned the blonde, tired, and on edge, cautiously looking around fir any suspicious persons. "Hold your horses, Katsuki! Savor the moment, will ya? It's nit every day that we get to potentially open a goldmine!!" Eijiro softly chastised, and soon opened the door, though with a bit of trouble, and quite a bit of painful screeching from the mechanism operating the storage door.

After flicking the light, the pair were greeted with a variety of crates, boxes and totes, in a menagerie of sizes. Eijiro eagerly began to work on opening the crates while Katsuki stood watch, not wanting potential spoils to be stolen off them, or worse, the pair locked in for some other nepharious plot. Carefree, the redhead eagerly began to sort through the junk and began to pile salvage and treasure together, and gradually shifting what they'd keep into freshly emptied crates and totes, while junk would be loaded into the boxes to be pitched later. However, after an old, decayed box fell in on itself before taking a dive into the cement floor, a shinier, more exciting thing was revealed.

"KATSUKI!! KATSUKI COME SEE THIS!!" Eijiro excitedly cried, looking rapidly between his partner and his amazing find. Rolling his eyes, Katsuki reluctantly came over, only for his eyes to widen at the sight before him. It was a Yuueiloid-- a Kaminari model, possibly 3rd Gen? It was hard to tell with all that dust, as well as the small bit of moth damage to the droid's clothing. "You've gotta be shitting me-- Is he real? Like, not some bootlegged garbage? Or worse, some pervert's duplicate?" "He HAS to be real, man!! C'mon-- help me find his charge cable and an outlet so we can boot him up!!"

Katsuki soon began to look for the right cables after finding out where the Yuueiloid's port was, and soon plugged the poor droid in, before working on dusting him off, careful not to damage him in any way. Though, he did sneeze a good few times from all the dust kicked up, earning a few snickers, followed by some sneezes from the redhead in turn. With a look between them, they nodded in unison in wordless agreement, before anxiously pressing the power button at the droid's lower back, and waiting with anticipation for the old droid to wake up, if he even would.

[Sorry_guys]

Kaminari Denki used to be talked about constantly, used to be loved and cherished, used to sing in front of hundreds of thousands of people. He used to be so happy, used to love talking to fans while doing as he was told by his manager-or rather, his creator. His creator... Wasn't a good man. He used Kaminari's fame and popularity to do as he pleased during the after parties while keeping the android on a tight leash, to keep him from getting too carried away, too invested in his fans or other people.

He would get pawned off for drugs, told to go with men or women to do as they pleased until their time was up. Sometimes that meant going on little dates, but most of the time.. it meant being brought into a hotel room and pinned against the nearest surface, the person taking full advantage of the sensors the android was full of. Of all the attachments he could switch out. One night he could be his usual self, and the next he would be wearing his feline-like attachments and calling the person his 'master'. He hated it. He hated being forced to do what he didn't want. He hated how his programming wouldn't allow him to do otherwise. So.. he dealt with it. And he didn't tell a soul about what was going on. Because he couldn't. There had been a block put in his programming, forbidding him from mentioning it at all.

It didn't take long for the scandal of what his manager did to come into light after a reporter had managed to get into one of the after parties, and from then on, he was hounded about questions of his manager whenever possible, only to be shut off and moved by his body guards. It was a year later that he dropped heavily in the charts, that people stopped listening to him because of how they thought he wasn't his own self. That he didn't have thoughts or feelings, that he didn't have his own ideals.

His manager stored him into a storage unit somewhere, and he was forgotten.

Denki didn't understand the time that passed, unaware as it looked like he was asleep. Hell, he hadn't even been aware that his manager failed to keep up on paying for the space, and that it was bought by someone else soon after. Dust settled in his joints and on his hardware from lack of cleanings, the boxes containing most of his things all just as dusty and sealed up, hastily put in different places. It was no wonder he was found so quickly by his new owners, not realizing that the ownership had changed.

When the charging port is plugged in, a small battery-shaped light lit up on his left wrist, hidden by the way he sat with his hands placed on his lap. Luckily, his manager had figured out how to get him to charge quickly, and within the time between plugging in the charger and turning him on, he was about a quarter of the way charged up.

Once the button is pressed, a pair of streaming lights flowed from the button, up along his sides, over his neck and up to his eyes as they opened slowly, blinking a couple times. He 'inhaled', though the act of breathing was mostly a cooling system, and he lifted his head. It takes a couple times to blink, the optic cameral lenses in his eyes shifting, getting used to being active after so long. A water-based lubricant fixes his dry mouth.

Finally, he seems to notice the two, though he's quickly filled with dread. No... was his manager back to his old ways?

"... Did my manager send you?"

[LovelyBones]

Katsuki and Eijiro watched the android boot up with anticipation and anxiety, hoping it would be a clean start, and wouldn't crash or lock up due to the poor care the poor thing was subjected to. However, they smiled as the Yuueiloid started up, yet when the other posed his question, both young men were confused-- Katsuki having a curious scowl, while the redhead tilted his head, "Manager? Nah-- we bought the storage shed after whoever owned it lost it to debt with the landlord." the blonde replied, noticing the dread hidden in the poor droid's features. What had he suffered before he was locked away for god knows how long? "But hey!! You're Kaminari Denki, right? I was a big fan when I was little!! Though, I wasn't able to go to any of your shows cuz I wasn't well off at the time.... But!! We'll get you cleaned up, maybe upgraded so you can function bettwr than ever, and then we can figure out what you wanna do from there!!" beamed the redhead, while Katsuki hesitantly nodded.

The more serious of the two looked towards a box he had passed on the way over, before looking back to the android, unsure how to properly ask what was itching at him. "Was your manager.... Unpleasant?" Vague as fuck, but hopefully, will allow him to at least get an equally vague but still telling reply, should there be data locks in thw other's system. "If you want, we can undo any added bullshit he put in your system, hey? Do you mind if we load you into our van, get you buckled in and safe? We dont have some fancy condo or anything, but we got a home, and a decent mechanic basement and garage combo we can clean you up in, make you better than new. And whatever parts you don't want we can salvage or sell off so you won't have to ever see it again." Eijiro looked to his partner with a concerned expression, before piecing together what he meant, recalling some of the parts he had found amongst the junk. He was wondering why there were.... Interesting sexual attachments mixed in with everything he had found. "Yeah!! And uh.... We know a girl too that can take you in if you don't wanna stick with us. Music nut, she'd adore having you around! She even has her own band with a few of our friends!! What do you say?" Eijiro proposed, though he was probably making the poor bot nervous, unknowingly. At least his heart was in the right place, wanting the other to be more comfortable with them both.

[Sorry_guys]

Denki relaxed a small bit when he heard that the two weren't sent by his manager, but to hear he had essentially been bought along with the storage unit.. at least he was out of his manager's care, then. He can't help the smile as the red-head said he was a fan, finding it nice that there were still fans around, though how long had it been since he was shut down?

He opened his mouth to speak, but the blond caught his attention and his smile fell. He hesitated before nodding a small bit. "My... manager made it so I can't speak ill of him or tell anyone what he did backstage, so it would be nice to have that undone." He stood, finally stretching. It felt nice to move around again. "I can get in myself, but I'll need to charge back up once we get to our destination." He unplugs the port and turns over his left hand, showing off the small battery LED light.

"I charge up faster than the other models, but it still takes about an hour and a half to be completely charged. I can last a week on a full charge, though, so there's no immediate rush." He grins a small bit as he glanced to the two of them. "Oh, what are your guys' names? I might as well get to know you if I'm gonna live with you two." He wrapped up the charging cord and fixed it around his wrist as a bracelet, a habit he had of whenever he was left to charge himself when he needed it. He was eager to get out of the place, it was dusty, and he really wanted to get into his inner workings to clean that up. "If you want I can help move all my crap into the van, too. I can lift a lot more than you might realize."

[LovelyBones]

Katsuki had a feeling the poor android had something shady in his code to keep him quiet, helpless about his situation, but he was glad the other was open to having the blocks removed. "Then we'll do that as soon as we get back, no matter how long it takes. And.... If you want to press charges, or at least out the bastard for what he did if he hasn't been discovered already, we can take any memory storage you may have and compile it as evidence for you?" He offered, mkre than happy to dish out justice, even if it was for a dusty bit he'd only just met. Honestly, he'd rather ring the managers neck, or light him on fire in a pit to die a slow death, but he didn't have the time nor energy to pull it off withiut being caught. Plus, he didn't want to risk being separated from Eijiro, or worse, drag him into the messy situation as well.

"Would you like a hand, at least? I don't know when you were put away, but.... It had to have been like.... Twenty years since I first saw you perform on TV when I was five? And from all the dust, and the decay and rot on the boxes and crates, you may have been here for at least five to ten ears, maybe longer. I'm worried abiut any build-up in your joints, possible corrosion from the lack of climate control, let alone moisture." Eijiro grimaced, the mustiness and the vague hint if mold in the air having gotten worse sincw he had began the sorting not too long ago. "Besides!! You're our guest of honor, we can't make you work!! At least, not until we're sure in top form first!! I'll die if I let you get busted because I didn't clean you up!!" An exaggeration, of course, but he would be eaten alive by guilt nonetheless.

When asked about their names, Katsuki blinked, before chuckling a bit. Normally he's better about introducing himself, as well as his partner. "I'm Katsuki Bakugo, and this is my partner, Eijiro Kirishima. I'm the voice of reason, as well as his impulse control, meanwhile hes the chaotic good code and junk monkey that is no better than a puppy when it comes to making fast friends." He grinned, meanwhile the redhead beamed brightly. "We'll handle the heavy lifting, alright?" he asked, hoping the android will allow them to spoil him a little farther, show him what he was supposed to have as far as treatment went.