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Note to the Reader:

This fic is my interpretation of events after Mega Man Zero 3 and those of Mega Man X: Command Mission

Please don't be an ass and flame it because a lot of the ideas in here aren't what you would call the nicest.

Just please read the story and enjoy it for what it is.

Thanx

Mega Man series are a trademark of Capcom Int.

All other characters are property of Chris W. Keller and I will throw spam at you if you steal them! _ !

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-=HISTORY=-

Zero slowly walked towards his old friend; saber held at the ready and finger pressed against the ignition switch if need be. It had come out of no where and bee lined straight for him....

"X...? Are you OK?"

The leader of the 17th unit slowly relaxed his fingers from their tight gripe around his skull, falling limply to the sides of his body as if no life existed in them anymore. It was an eerie air that floated about the room, this was a tense time after what had just happened. Turning his head down to the ground, X raised his right hand and felt his fist slowly open and close, as if witnessing it for the first time.

"It's amazing isn't it Zero.... the things you and your kind take for granted...."

The crimson plated hunter instinctively wrapped his other hand around the sturdy hilt of his ion blade saber. This is wrong, he thought to himself; that trained sense of danger within him slowly rising within the back of his mind.

"The sensation of touch for example. Never before had I been able to feel the textures of these fingers... the roughness of his hand and the coarseness of the grain in the gloves he uses. So many things you all take for granted...."

Zero could hear the whine X's internal energy combine begin to build. A soft white glow began to radiate from around X's armor; but there was something odd about it.... something not right.

"X? What are you doing...? You don't have any reason to charge your buster. There aren't any enemies here to fight."

The azure fighter clenched both of his fists into tight balls of strength; the servos in his hands straining under this new pressure but adapting to it all the same. "So many things my dear crimson fighter... So many things you just never understood how precious they really were..." X reclined his head back and looked up to the shattered skylight of the laboratory; the night's rain dripping down onto his face through the breaks in the glass. "It always starts on a day like this does it not...."

With a sharp hum Zero's mk.II saber roared to life, drawn at the ready acting as a barrier between the red hunter and this blue uncertain adversary. "Don't make me do this X.... Don't make me fight you."

The hundred year old warrior closed his eyes; images of the numerous foes he'd fought flashing beneath those emerald orbs of his. "Can you hear it Zero... Can you hear that sound?"

His lips slowly curled back to a sinister childlike smile.

"Can you hear the wind chime of oblivion...."

With that X raised his arm cannon and took aim at his old friend.

"Farewell dear dear Zero.... You will only be a weed in the garden I intend to create...."