Hurrah, welcome to my horribly lame story. Maybe I can finish for a change. Simply put, this is the story of Megaman ZX, but instead of just Vent or Aile, there's both. The story is in 3rd person, but Vent's perspective. This won't be exactly like the game-story because 1. having both of them sort of makes thing a little odd. 2. I like to make things exciting and detailed. 3. There needs to be mawr storie. Anyways, this first chapter is more to introduce Vent, Aile, and Giro(everyone luffs Giro) and for me to have some fun. I was kinda disappointed that in the game we didn't see what it was like before the Biometal delivery. Anyways, on with teh show.
(I don't own Megaman ZX, or any of the characters)
Thump, thump, thump…'Okay, refueled the bikes…
Grabbed the boxes…"
Shuffle shuffle…
"Hmm?" said the boy, reaching the bottom of the stairs. His head whipped around the small hangar-garage, looking for source of the sound. Unsuccessful, the brunette-haired boy sighed and continued carefully on. The pile of boxes he was carrying suddenly began to slip, and the boy began dancing about just to keep them from tumbling over. The boxes slipped back into a secure position, and he relaxed.
"Heeeeeeey Vent!" came a cheerful voice and a sudden smack in the back. The surprise sent Vent tumbling forward along with the boxes.
"Aww damn!" he cried, when the contents of the boxes –dozens of small machines and the foam protecting them-- had flown to the ground of collision. Vent felt his anger rising, and turned toward the sound of the voice.
Before him was a girl of nearly exact age as him and similar looks: short brown hair, striking green eyes, and the same blue delivery uniform (sometimes he thought he was looking in a mirror). She had a playful look on her face and her hands were behind her back. As innocent as she looked, Vent couldn't help but feel his temper rising. She opened her mouth to speak, but vent cut her off quickly.
"AILE! You know how long it took me to pack all this stuff up?" he snapped, glaring daggers. "Probably longer than you've actually worked today!" His fellow worker somehow always managed to snag the easiest and quickest tasks from their boss. Aile merely rolled her eyes. "I'm serious! The delivery is due soon! I don't have the time to pick this up! Ahhh… Boss is gonna be so mad…"
"Pfffft. Whatever, you worrywart! Here," Aile strolled past him nonchalantly, handing him a small bowl, and began to collect the fallen packaging and items in one of the boxes, "I'll clean it up. You're just a slow packer anyways." Though grateful for the help, he couldn't help but snort at the last insult.
"So... you want help?"
'No thanks. You'd probably trip and fall again and crush the boxes, you klutz"
"Hey, how am I a klutz?"
"You're the one who dropped the stuff in the first place."
"Such a nice person you are."
"Hey, I'm cleaning this up for you, aren't I?"
Vent snorted once more and decided to drop the subject. He simply leaned against the wall, watching Aile pack the items (he swore she looked smug doing it), though it didn't hold his mind for long, and soon drifted away. Why do I work here again? he thought, even though he knew the answer.
Ten years ago, there had been a Maverick attack on a local amusement park. His mother and him had gone that day. Vent had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, but it hadn't turned out like planned. His mother had been killed, along with hundreds of others, during the attack, all because the help they had all be waiting for decided not to show up until the last moments. Vent growled to himself and tightened his grip on the bowl. But of course, the next day in the papers, "Slither Inc. Saves Park from Attack." Cleaned up what Mavericks still remained and disposed of the bodies was all they had done. But who would want to tarnish the name of the greatest company in existence?
"...eat it?"
"Eh?" Vent flicked his eyes back up to Aile who was staring at him.
"I said, are you going to eat it?" she repeated, and then pointed at the bowl he was holding. Vent looked down into the bowl. It was filled with ice cream. He hadn't even noticed there had been something in it, let alone that the bowl had been numbing his fingers.
"Eh? Ice cream?"
Aile rolled her eyes again. "I brought you some ice cream. That's the whole reason I came down here. Besides scaring the crap outta you" Aile grinned and went back to packing.
"Ah... um, thanks" he stuttered and picked up the spoon to eat. He had met Aile the same day as the attack. Aile had been alone as far back as she could remember, and had snuck into the amusement park that day. When the attack happened, she was saved by a strange reploid in red armor (She obsessed over this 'knight in red armor' sometimes; Vent thought she was sort of scary when she did this).
"Oh, by the way, Vent-- " Aile began.
Vent practically choked on his ice cream. "You're DONE?" he said, seeing her pile the boxes up and no evidence of there ever being a mess.
"Jeeze, not ALL of us are slowpokes," she said, and giggled. "Anyways, I was planning on pulling a prank on Boss today! Wanna help?"
"But we have a delivery soon!" Vent said. They owed their boss so much, and he always felt bad about doing stuff like this. Their boss had taken them in when no one else would after the incident. He had raised them
"Aww, c'mon! You know it'll be fun!" Aile pushed on. "The delivery isn't for a while, and Boss is out doing errands! He won't even see us set up!"
"But—" He was skeptical.
"Pleeeeeease?" Aile did her you-cannot-resist cute look. Vent tried to sputter out a complaint but Aile came closer, "Preeeeeety pleaaaase?"
Vent flushed and stammered, "But... erm… FINE!" Vent turned around and planted his forehead in his hand. "We'll do your stupid prank. It better be good this time"
"YES! Vent, you so rock!" Aile squealed and grabbed his arm, and suddenly dragged him off towards the office.
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The prank wasn't at all complicated, but it didn't really have to be to be funny. They set it up in mere minutes (Aile apparently had everything she need already in her room). Their boss would come in from the hangar-garage and the door would let a string loose. The string would release the catapult, which sat on the desk parallel to the door, and launch a flurry of slime-filled balloons.
"Aile, you know your insane, right? Where'd you get a mini-catapult?" Vent asked, hidden behind the desk along with her.
"You've known me this long and haven't figured that out?" Aile smirked, "And the catapult I made myself! Nice, right?"
"Sure, whatever. You still sure this is good idea?"
"This is a great idea! He won't suspect a thing! Boss just has to open that—"
'What do I have to do?" A voice came from behind both Vent and Aile. Vent froze in surprise and fear, and Aile looked just as surprised. Working up the courage, they both slowly turned their heads. Looking down at them was a tall man. His long blonde hair was falling over his red shirt as his head was tipped forwards to stare down at them. His half-rim glasses sat at the end of his nose, dangerously close to falling off, and he carried a small clipboard and pen.
"B-b-boss!" they managed to squeak out.
"Might I ask why you're hiding behind my desk whispering to each other?" He answered calmly, and simultaneously writing in his notepad. "I'm rather busy and I have another client coming in shortly—"
"Boss!" Aile quickly stood up; Vent stood up slowly after her. "I thought you went to run some errands!"
"I was. I got a call from a very important client saying they needed a meeting at two o'clock. Came back around twenty minutes ago to prepare," Their boss said, "Now could you please—" There was a knock at the door. "—That's probably him. Come in!"
"NO!" Vent and Aile shouted and jumped for the catapult, but it was too late. The door swung open, releasing the string. It whizzed through the pulleys and launched the catapult. The balloons flew quickly through the air and landed with a splat upon the man in green who walked in.
"…"
"Giroutte?" The man said, eyes still closed to keep the slime out.
"That is me." Their boss said. He seemed calm, but it was obvious to Vent that he was suppressing his anger at them.
"You are very lucky the commander said you were the only person who could be trusted with this job."
"If you would excuse me for one moment." Girouette turned to Aile and Vent. He had a huge smile on his face, but when he opened his eyes, Vent saw the anger practically glowing from him. He could only see the eyes for a moment, for his glasses had acquired a glare, which only made him even more frightening. Aile and Vent glanced sheepishly at each other.
Aile began, "Boss, I'm—" WHAM. Girouette, still smiling, landed a painful kick in Vent's side, crashing him into Aile, sending them both crashing into the opposite wall. Pain and dizziness blackened his view.
"I apologize for my workers,' He heard his boss say, "They're a bit… overly spirited. Yes, I am Girouette, but feel free to call me Giro. Now I believe you have something that you wish to be transported?"
"Yes. It is a direct order from the commander. It has to do with the B.W.R. project your…" The man paused. "Your…"
"We will leave at once. I understand the importance of the cargo and will take the utmost precautions against any harm coming to it. The rendezvous point and time?"
Vent felt Aile try to move and remembered they were still in a tangled mess beside the wall. He muttered a quick sorry to her and moved out of the way. His vision slowly came back to him as he stood up.
"—at eight a.m. tomorrow morning. I trust this will be hush-hush," the man said.
Giro bowed slightly to him. "As long as we are paid, this job won't even be in the records." He smiled and turned towards them. "Vent, take these packages and put them in the motorcycles. Aile, make sure to put all the boxes for the Higher Flyer Company back into the storage room."
Vent stood up faster than he meant to and became dizzy. "But Boss! What about the delivery we were going—"
"That isn't important anymore. Complete your orders and be ready to leave in five minutes." Vent and Aile exchanged looks. "Do I make myself clear?"
Both of them jumped, gave a yessir, and scurried into hangar-glider, leaving Girouette and their client alone in his office
So that's it for now. I'll upload the second chapter(where our story begins) in a little bit. Hope you enjoy it, and please, go ahead a comment your heat out P