MegaMan X: Title Pending

(No, the title is not really pending. That's the actual title.)

Chapter 1: You're so going to Hell.

Disclaimer - Capcom is mine. Hah, I said it. What're you gonna do about it? Huh?! Seriously, Capcom doesn't belong to me, simply on the virture that I'd be too busy rolling in money to write a story. Hah.

This opening prelude is an interest guage; I have a lot of things to do, like classes, work, and all that lovely stuff, and as such, if a few people review positively and would like to see more, then I'd continue. Why bother writing a story no one would read?

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Axl crouched completely motionless, save for the raising of his dual blades; like twin vipers, poised to strike.

Target sighted.

His red prey was motionless, yet not for the same reason. Asleep and slouched lazily in a chair, Zero wasn't using it like one would normally use one; he was draped over both of the plush arms, his head almost completely perpendicular to the floor; his legs much the same. Most of his ankle-length blonde hair spilled from the base of his head, making a golden puddle on the floor, while some of it was trapped between the chair and his sleeping body. His right arm was across his chest and curled slightly inward, the hand resting on his left shoulder, while the other arm was strewn haphazardly off the edge of the chair's seat and downward, the wrist bent where it met with the floor.

Axl darted swiftly forward, abandoning the cover of the grey, much-abused couch of the Hunter's Lounge. The twin blades in his hand gleamed dully in the overhead light that gave the room a slightly gloomy atmosphere, as they searched for their victim. The young Hunter quickly approached Zero's resting place, but slowed to a crawl as he approached the mass of blonde that served as Zero's hair.

The double bladed weapon flashed out, seeming to have a mind of its own, seeking a place where the blades could bite into and rest. Axl's eyes scanned the mass of hair, locating a stray golden strand that seemed seperated from the others. Gingerly, he curled the lock of hair around his index finger, and his weapon found the bit of it that connected Axl's finger to the rest of the strand. Snip.

Zero's eyes flew wide open.

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X, in casual clothing, yawned as he made his not-very-hurried way down one of the halls of the Hunter base. He was headed toward the lounge, the place Zero was most likely to be this time of night.

"I'm gonna kill you, Axl!" came the irritated, far-off shout, startling X and making him blink. Not 5 seconds later, a black and red blur flashed down the corridor, but not before X was able to catch it; mostly by putting his body directly in the way. He braced for impact, and both X and his assailant/catchee were thrown back almost an entire meter, and knocked over onto the floor. X raised an eyebrow as he looked at his catch.

"Axl? What're..." X didn't have the time to finish his sentence before he was interrupted.

"He's crazy!" Axl exclaimed in hushed tones. "Just crazy!" He repeated, clutching to the collar of X's t-shirt. "Quick! Hide me..."

"Axl, what the hell did you do? And..." he held up Axl's hand, and looked at the weapon. "Didn't your mom ever tell you not to run with scissors?" A sudden realization dawned on him. "You didn't..." he said, wide-eyed. Axl sheepishly raised his other hand, still clutching the golden lock of hair curled around his index finger.

"Yeah, I did," he looked around, mostly fearfully in the direction he came from. "Please, hide me! Anywhere!" X sighed.

"Fine. Get up there," he said, pointing at the grate of the ceiling vent. Axl was only too happy to agree as he jumped off X, allowing him to stand, and quickly removed the grate. To X's utter amazement, he was able to fit himself into the vent before closing it behind him with the grate. I guess desperation and fear of death makes one do amazing things, he mused. He turned, just in time to see a flash of red and white as Zero sped down the corridor, only to come to a screeching halt.

"X, where the hell did that kid go?" Zero interrogated X.

"Uh, who?" X lied.

"Don't give me 'uh, who'! Axl! Where is he?!" Zero almost yelled. X stole a glance at Zero's hair. It didn't look any different...

"Ah - sorry, Zero. I haven't seen him. Why?"

"No reason..." Zero growled as he stalked off, in search of his elusive prey. X leaned against the wall, with the vent overhead.

"So, why did you cut his hair?" He asked of the sky. To his dissapointment, it was only Axl who replied.

"The guys dared me to do it..." he whispered, as if fearing that the Red Demon might be listening in on them. X shook his head.

"Axl, you are so going to Hell," said X.

"I know," Axl said back. "Uhm... mind helping me down?" The vent made several noised as Axl struggled to get out. X chuckled, the started in the direction Zero went in.

"I'm sure you're fully capable of getting out yourself. I'd recommend staying there until Zero cools down. I'd give it about 5 years." X laughed as he walked down the corridor. Axl sighed.

"X, you are so going to Hell," he said, mostly to himself.