Author's note: I don't own any of the megaman/Rockman characters; I just stuff them in my closet with all my other bishos! The Fic contains YAOI (maleXmale). Just a fair warning. This fic is divided between Rockman and Rockman X, each with it's own twisted plots and couplings. It also gets a bit bloody, but that's how I like my fics, Angsty! Flames are laughed at by me and 3 friends. ^. ^This is my first Rockman fic, so if it sucks…which it probably does…now ya know why! Ja ne!
~*~Quatre Bunny~*~
{{Rockman/Rock: Megaman}}
{{Blues/Breakman: Protoman}}
{{Forte: Bass}}
{{Gospel: Treble}}
"Blood Stained Happiness"
Chap. One "Satin death"
He twirled a broken champagne glass between his fingertips, uncaring that there was still blood staining it. The ebony colored reploid just came out of a fresh kill at a young couples' wedding. Forte wasn't sure why he did it, maybe seeing those people so happy…in love, perhaps he himself was jealous? Forte crushed the base of the glass in anger. That was not true, he needed no one but his faithful companion Gospel…and his rival...Rockman.
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Forte blinked for a second. 'What was I jus' thinkin'?' he thought. 'I suppose what keeps me goin' is a rival…yes…that's right…' He looked down at Gospel who had successfully gotten a hold of someone's arm. The robotic canine looked up at him and shot up, running off with the limb.
"Hey! Where the hell are ya goin' ya dumb mutt! Get back here!" He commanded but Gospel was too infatuated with his new 'toy' to care what his master wanted. Forte sighed and slowly began to pursue the animal, stepping amongst the dead bodies along the way. So much blood stained the satin floor of the cathedral…he himself killed innocent lives in the eyes of God himself and didn't care. Along his 'stroll' Forte came across the bride holding her now deceased husband in her arms.
"Oh God! Oh Derek! What did he-that demon do you? Why did he have to kill you?!" The woman sobbed hysterically as Forte stood over her curious of this human emotion. She was dressed in a long white dress that had been burned, along with her legs and part of her arms. The blood from her injuries and her husband showed quite vibrantly on her white attire. Her body racked violently from her sobs.
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"Why are you crying? Shouldn't ya be grateful yer alive?" Asked the robot with a bit of amusement. "I mean you sure don't look to good yerself, but at least yer still kickin'. But instead yer cryin' over some dead guy? I don't understand yer pitiful human emotions at all." Forte just shrugged and turned around.
"What's a life worth living if you don't have feelings to love someone?" the bride choked out. Forte turned around just enough to see her from the corner of his eye. "Most people spend most of their lives trying to find their true love, and when I find mine you have to take him away from me? Have you no heart???"
Forte walked over to the woman and knelt down to her level. He grabbed her hand and she reluctantly allowed him to put it over his metal plated chest. She looked up at him, her eyes shining in fear and hatred at the same time. Forte leaned over so his mouth was towards her ear. "Do you feel a heart beat?"
The woman sniffled and she shook her head. "N-no…I don't feel anything…"
"That's because…I have no heart…" A second later, the woman way face down on the satin carpet, her blood spilling out from the blasted wound to her chest. "And now you have no heart as well…" Forte let go of his grasp of the limp hand and whistled for Gospel who had by now gotten sick of the bloody appendage.
"C'mon Gospel, were headin' back home." What Forte considered home was anywhere he could sleep for a night and not wind up dead or reprogrammed the next morning. A few months back he had disobeyed Wily a final time and ran off on his own despite having no where to go. Of course Gospel loyally stayed by his side. Every now and then he'd see Rock walk by with Dr. Light and Roll and yet for some reason didn't come out right there and shoot him in the back, ending the rivalry once and for all.
He shook his head. "No, Rock must have a fine death…by my own hands." He clenched his fist as the robotic dog continued to start at him. "A simple blow to his back wont be enough to end my hate for him. I must make him suffer! Yes Gospel…yes…let's head home now…" he laughed ominously to himself as they ran out of the still blood stained chapel.
~*~
Roll sipped from her juice box as Rock sat on the couch lounging with the sleeping Rush. Dr. Light had to leave on a call that a few service drones had bugs. Rock was pretty quiet that night and Roll was wondering what the little guy was thinking. She put down her juice and walked over behind the couch and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ah!" Rock exclaimed nearly jumping out of his seat. "Oh…it's just you Roll, I'm sorry."
"Rock? Are you okay? You've been a bit edgy lately."
"I dunno Roll-Chan…don't you think it's been a bit too quiet lately?"
"Yeah! Isn't it great, Rock?" she pulled back a strand of her blonde hair and stuck it behind her ear. Roll looked outside at a fading sunset. "You've kept the earth so peaceful. It's about time you got a chance to rest!"
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"Roll-Chan…I have a bad feeling…"
"Wha-?" Her gaze shifted from the window to her distraught sibling. "But…you got rid of Wily and Forte sudden has disappeared, so what's the problem then?"
"I'm going to talk to Blues about it later, okay? Where's he hanging out anyway? Haven't seen him all day."
Roll shrugged. "You know our brother, he never tells us what he's up too…come to think of it he's been running off a lot. *sigh* You boys have all the fun, running around like you own the streets. Well, I'm going to call the professor and see if he's coming home soon. Then I'm making dinner, any requests?"
Rock shook his head and Roll just pranced off just as happy as before. Rock on the other hand was still a bit distressed. He walked slowly to his room and pulled a note out from under his helmet…reading it over again, the same chilling words:
'I am your destiny, and you cannot hide from me any longer…
Everything you love will soon be gone and you shall be forever alone.
I'm coming to get you."
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Rock folded the small paper up and sat on his bed collecting his thoughts. He tossed the paper between each hand noting the creases and stains found on it. One red mark seemed to be made from someone's blood, but Rock shook his head.
"I'm over reacting, I'm sure it's just a lame threat. I'll talk to big brother about it later." He put the folded note back under his helmet and went back to the living room to watch TV.
TBT(?)
~*~End note~*~ Okay, it sucked royally and I HIGHLY doubt that I will even finish it, or even try to do the next chapter ^_^;;; PS. I will include pictures later if anyone likes it at all.
~*~Quatre Bunny~*~
{{Rockman/Rock: Megaman}}
{{Blues/Breakman: Protoman}}
{{Forte: Bass}}
{{Gospel: Treble}}
"Blood Stained Happiness"
Chap. One "Satin death"
He twirled a broken champagne glass between his fingertips, uncaring that there was still blood staining it. The ebony colored reploid just came out of a fresh kill at a young couples' wedding. Forte wasn't sure why he did it, maybe seeing those people so happy…in love, perhaps he himself was jealous? Forte crushed the base of the glass in anger. That was not true, he needed no one but his faithful companion Gospel…and his rival...Rockman.
{{{http://www.geocities.com/nekoworks/fic/1BSHpic1.JPG}}}
Forte blinked for a second. 'What was I jus' thinkin'?' he thought. 'I suppose what keeps me goin' is a rival…yes…that's right…' He looked down at Gospel who had successfully gotten a hold of someone's arm. The robotic canine looked up at him and shot up, running off with the limb.
"Hey! Where the hell are ya goin' ya dumb mutt! Get back here!" He commanded but Gospel was too infatuated with his new 'toy' to care what his master wanted. Forte sighed and slowly began to pursue the animal, stepping amongst the dead bodies along the way. So much blood stained the satin floor of the cathedral…he himself killed innocent lives in the eyes of God himself and didn't care. Along his 'stroll' Forte came across the bride holding her now deceased husband in her arms.
"Oh God! Oh Derek! What did he-that demon do you? Why did he have to kill you?!" The woman sobbed hysterically as Forte stood over her curious of this human emotion. She was dressed in a long white dress that had been burned, along with her legs and part of her arms. The blood from her injuries and her husband showed quite vibrantly on her white attire. Her body racked violently from her sobs.
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"Why are you crying? Shouldn't ya be grateful yer alive?" Asked the robot with a bit of amusement. "I mean you sure don't look to good yerself, but at least yer still kickin'. But instead yer cryin' over some dead guy? I don't understand yer pitiful human emotions at all." Forte just shrugged and turned around.
"What's a life worth living if you don't have feelings to love someone?" the bride choked out. Forte turned around just enough to see her from the corner of his eye. "Most people spend most of their lives trying to find their true love, and when I find mine you have to take him away from me? Have you no heart???"
Forte walked over to the woman and knelt down to her level. He grabbed her hand and she reluctantly allowed him to put it over his metal plated chest. She looked up at him, her eyes shining in fear and hatred at the same time. Forte leaned over so his mouth was towards her ear. "Do you feel a heart beat?"
The woman sniffled and she shook her head. "N-no…I don't feel anything…"
"That's because…I have no heart…" A second later, the woman way face down on the satin carpet, her blood spilling out from the blasted wound to her chest. "And now you have no heart as well…" Forte let go of his grasp of the limp hand and whistled for Gospel who had by now gotten sick of the bloody appendage.
"C'mon Gospel, were headin' back home." What Forte considered home was anywhere he could sleep for a night and not wind up dead or reprogrammed the next morning. A few months back he had disobeyed Wily a final time and ran off on his own despite having no where to go. Of course Gospel loyally stayed by his side. Every now and then he'd see Rock walk by with Dr. Light and Roll and yet for some reason didn't come out right there and shoot him in the back, ending the rivalry once and for all.
He shook his head. "No, Rock must have a fine death…by my own hands." He clenched his fist as the robotic dog continued to start at him. "A simple blow to his back wont be enough to end my hate for him. I must make him suffer! Yes Gospel…yes…let's head home now…" he laughed ominously to himself as they ran out of the still blood stained chapel.
~*~
Roll sipped from her juice box as Rock sat on the couch lounging with the sleeping Rush. Dr. Light had to leave on a call that a few service drones had bugs. Rock was pretty quiet that night and Roll was wondering what the little guy was thinking. She put down her juice and walked over behind the couch and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ah!" Rock exclaimed nearly jumping out of his seat. "Oh…it's just you Roll, I'm sorry."
"Rock? Are you okay? You've been a bit edgy lately."
"I dunno Roll-Chan…don't you think it's been a bit too quiet lately?"
"Yeah! Isn't it great, Rock?" she pulled back a strand of her blonde hair and stuck it behind her ear. Roll looked outside at a fading sunset. "You've kept the earth so peaceful. It's about time you got a chance to rest!"
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"Roll-Chan…I have a bad feeling…"
"Wha-?" Her gaze shifted from the window to her distraught sibling. "But…you got rid of Wily and Forte sudden has disappeared, so what's the problem then?"
"I'm going to talk to Blues about it later, okay? Where's he hanging out anyway? Haven't seen him all day."
Roll shrugged. "You know our brother, he never tells us what he's up too…come to think of it he's been running off a lot. *sigh* You boys have all the fun, running around like you own the streets. Well, I'm going to call the professor and see if he's coming home soon. Then I'm making dinner, any requests?"
Rock shook his head and Roll just pranced off just as happy as before. Rock on the other hand was still a bit distressed. He walked slowly to his room and pulled a note out from under his helmet…reading it over again, the same chilling words:
'I am your destiny, and you cannot hide from me any longer…
Everything you love will soon be gone and you shall be forever alone.
I'm coming to get you."
{{{http://www.geocities.com/nekoworks/fic/1BSHpic4.JPG}}}
Rock folded the small paper up and sat on his bed collecting his thoughts. He tossed the paper between each hand noting the creases and stains found on it. One red mark seemed to be made from someone's blood, but Rock shook his head.
"I'm over reacting, I'm sure it's just a lame threat. I'll talk to big brother about it later." He put the folded note back under his helmet and went back to the living room to watch TV.
TBT(?)
~*~End note~*~ Okay, it sucked royally and I HIGHLY doubt that I will even finish it, or even try to do the next chapter ^_^;;; PS. I will include pictures later if anyone likes it at all.