Bob was at his Ops station in Castle Anthrax. He was supposed to be running a customary weapons check and computer scan. The system had to be kept in tip-top shape just in case. But Bob was having problems concentrating on his work. No one would dare attack Castle Anthrax anyway. Only someone completely suicidal would try that. Still, he was a tad worried about the breech in security that had occured with Hotohori no Otaku and her Guardian. How the hell did they manage to enter SERA, and why were they let out? Bob still couldn't figure it out. He himself had only been in SERA a handful of times, and every time he had been frightened out of his mind at what he had been subjected to in the VR. Basically, the only ones who accessed SERA on a regular basis were Mistress Celeste herself, and lately, Dionysus.

Dionysus... the name left a bad taste in his mouth. Bob wondered where the silver-haired man had gone. Bob still refused to acknowledge him as a Guardian. He doesn't deserve the title! He couldn't protect Celeste-sama. Celeste-sama... Bob's glance made its way from his computer screen to the center of the room where the fuku-clad girl sat. He had given her the file on Lambda Project. Now, she was currently engrossed in going of the files thoroughly, checking every last bit of information. A few papers slipped off of her lap and onto the floor. She had noticed, but was in the middle of typing something on her terminal, so left them there. After a few minutes and a muttered curse later, the ebony-haired girl had turned, and without getting out of her seat, bent down to pick the papers off the floor.

Bob had recieved quite a view down the top of her fuku before she sat up again and turned to her work. Bob quickly turned and stared at his terminal, not seeing the information scrolling across the screen. What am I doing?!? he questioned himself, a slight blush going across his cheeks. I shouldn't look at Celeste-sama that way! She'd kill me if she found out. But the inherently ecchi part of his mind had large hammers and quickly beat down the sensible part of his mind.

Bob risked a look at Mistress Celeste again, and he saw her sitting back in her chair with her eyes closed. Her brow was furrowed and she had the most kawaii look of concentration on her face. Bob knew what she was doing. She was searching Bishounen World. It took a great deal of concentration on her part, as her skill didn't naturally lean towards telepathy and empathy, but she was able to do it nonetheless. Bob admired her for her persistence. As he continued to watch her, he saw a familiar smile work its way across her features. She only smiled that way for one person.

Bob frowned and turned back to his work, angrily stabbing at the controls.

"Bob!"

His head snapped up and he headed straight to Mistress Celeste's side. "Hai, Mistress Celeste." He was smiling at her adoringly. Half of him hoped that she didn't notice the emotion in his eyes. The other half begged for her to see.

She smiled at him slightly as she placed the folder in his hands. "I'll deal with Lambda Project later. Right now I'm going to head over to the Mori and see Dion."

Bob frowned slightly as Mistress Celeste began to turn away, then covered it up quickly with a look of complacancy. The fuku-clad girl took one last look at Special Ops and walked out of the doors. Bob walked over to his station and set the folder carefully down. He calmly ordered all of the Unnamed Otaku out of Special Ops while he did some special work. Bob waited patiently until the last Otaku left and the doors were tightly shut.

He took a deep breath and screamed in frustration for a very long time.

TBC...