I don't own Rockman. There will be M/M in later fics. Yes, Yaoi. Here's your warning. Have fun otherwise.
"Thomas's favorite. His masterpiece." The words rang throughout Rock's head as he watched Dr. Light work furiously at a desk. The scientist seemed not to be distracted by anything, not even a small fire which Roll and Auto had put out recently.
"I know you're upset, Rock," Light had told him, "But you'll soon have a brother. I'm just an obsessive worker." You have no idea, Rock thought, slipping past him and leaving out the back door. He started strolling into the woods in the back of the Lab. He waved to Roll who was watering her plants. They seemed to be the only thing to brighten up the place. Well, aside from the new paint Auto was placing on the lab itself.
"I'm going out for a walk. I don't know when I'll be back." Rock stood, waiting for Roll to call back a reply.
"As long as you aren't picking up on Blues's habits," Roll called back cheerfully. She waved and turned back. Auto yelled a goodbye, knocking Eddie into a bucket of white paint.
Rock grinned, then walked down the enormously long driveway into the town road. No one ever came down there anyway, so he was safe walking in his uniform. Lost in thought, he didn't pick up at the stalker behind him. He didn't hear anything as the stalker readied his Forte Buster, and fired into his back.
He wasn't knocked out, but his shield was spent. Rock fell to the ground, transforming a megabuster as he did so. His eyes were blue and very depressed at the moment. Not like anyone cared.
Forte stood behind him. "Geez. You are so stupid, Rockman."
"Well, you haven't introduced yourself," Rock responded, getting up. Forte seemed to be charging. He looked around sneakily for a place to hide.
A huge grin spread over Forte's face. "Well, aren't we so cocky? You seem upset. This is the first time you haven't asked me why we're fighting. Are you sick? Or in a hurry to die?" He leveled the buster.
Forte was toying with him, but the reality of the words sunk in. "You seem upset." Rock's vision went blurry for a second, then he regained himself. "I…"
Forte was waiting. "You certainly are an emotional piece of junk," he hissed. Rock remembered Light's plans, wondering if "Junk" was all he was to Light now. Probably, a voice said. The megabuster returned into an arm, and Forte took another shot.
Rock didn't try to get up. It's not like Light would notice anyway, he told himself. He didn't really care about anything at this point. No one cares about me…
Forte rolled his eyes. "Every time I mention something," he muttered, firing a blast at Rock's shoulder. Rock didn't budge, tears spilling from his eyes.
"You drank water to do that?" Forte asked, surprised. Since the whole crying thing was new, it was simply a transfer of water through the eyes if a robot would ever need a good cry. However, not many people were trilled with the idea and it went down the toilet. His thoughts transferred back into reality. Of course Rockman would buy it. "Geez. You are a really stupid hunk of metal."
Rock's tears grew. Forte fired and the other shoulder. "Oh, come on. You're not even fighting now. If you don't fight back, I'll just have to capture you and wait until you're ready to fight."
"Kill me," Rock begged. "I want to die."
"Lack of attention? Get used to it, buddy boy. It happens." Forte fired a weaker blast at Rock's head. Rock was out cold now, but it wouldn't do anything serious. Forte's eyes grew with interest. "Yay. I get a trophy. Why can't you ever do anything normally?"