Touch My Soul: MegaMan
They say I've changed. I don't understand what they mean. But they say that my mood has gotten a lot darker ever since that final attack by Wily. The attack that killed off most of my family. I managed to stop Wily again, but the cost of living was too great.
More than usual, I find myself wandering the city in street clothes seeing how my actions had an effect on others. I would see these giant billboards proclaiming "MegaMan is a Hero!" or "Blue Bomber does it Again!" They make it seem like I did a great thing. Can't they see that this killing me inside? Those news-people and the others still don't understand that I'm not just another machine... I'm pretty sure they think that my programming feels lost without Dr. Light to order me around. No one knew that Dr. Light never ordered me around, I did whatever I wanted, whether he wanted me to or not.
So screw what the public says. I'll live the way I want, in secret now. Moving constantly... now I see why ProtoMan was afraid to get too close to us... I want them back... I hate this life... if I could change it, I'd do it in a heartbeat... or as close to a heartbeat I'll ever get with my mechanical heart.
I never go out in uniform anywhere. If I have to wear the uniform, I wear it at home. Nowhere else. I don't want people mobbing me, asking for my autograph. I've seen the reporters on TV questioning my whereabouts, and also "famous" people asking me to go out in public. Publicity is something I despise.
As for Wily? He knows he wounded me emotionally, and I know he'll be looking for the day where I'll drop my guard and he'll take me out. That's why I see his Robot Masters frequently in the streets now, searching for me. They never recognize me in street clothes, and ProtoMan knows how to deal with them. He never let them find out where I am either. Thanks, big brother. Only three people know where I am: Dr. Sergei Cossack, Kalinka Cossack, and of course, ProtoMan Light.
Sergei Cossack is worried about me, for one thing. He mentioned to me once that keeping feelings bottled inside is not a good thing, as the surplus of emotions might cause a mental breakdown. I appreciate his parental concern, but I'll do what I want. Kalinka pretty much thinks the same thing, but her concern is more friend-like. Much as I love having her as a good friend that'll be there for me, I need a lot of private time.
The one person I can confide to, however, is my brother, ProtoMan. He understands what I'm going through, as his family was my family. He's pretty much all I have left in my life; I'll die if I lose him. The reason no one asks ProtoMan where I am is because everyone is too scared to approach him. I'm glad no one does, but it still hurts that everyone adores you and then despises the one person who made a difference in your life.
My brother... how can I describe him? Smart, quiet, mysterious... definitely. Evil? Heck no! Had he been evil, he would have left me in the wreckage of the lab. He wouldn't have bothered to search for me, to take care of my injuries, help me control my emotions. He wouldn't have bothered to assist me in getting my revenge against Wily for the deaths of Dr. Light, Roll, and the others. And he most definitely would not have done everything in his power to do just to see a smile on my face. Yes, I rarely smile anymore, much less laugh out loud. Simply put, I would've died without him.
No one in the public knows what my soul feels. Wily has an idea of how I might be feeling, but he doesn't know my true soul. Dr. Cossack and Kalinka have seen small glimpses. ProtoMan is the only one I give permission to truly touch my soul...
Author's Notes: Whew! Had to get that out of my head. Now, I'll finish that other fic I'm planning.