Disclaimer: I do not own Megaman Zero or anything related to it. I don't even own the game pack- my brother does. You could sue me, but I don't think 8 cents and a ball of pocket lint would be worth it.

Well, in case none of you noticed (and you probably will when you read), this is my first fanfic. No, really, I've done nothing before. If you want to know where the idea came from, well, that was a ireally/i long plane ride from DC to CA. Beat Zero 2 three times, got sick of playing, and suddenly, the mighty bolt of inspiration (or was it irrationality?) hit me. So please R, R, and please don't flame. Really, I don't even like fire.

By the way, this is set just before the first battle with Leviathon, assuming that Zero chose to fight her after fighting the green frog. Boss. Thing.

-Prologue: A Lone Figure-

A lone figure approached the large, mechanical doorway, eyes flashing from irritation. Gadgetry and metal littered the floor, unintentionally retelling the swiftness of the recent battle. Oils, fuels, and other liquids mixed with water seeping out from under the sealed passageway,

A red-gloved hand lifted itself from the side oof the figure, the only movement ot be seen in the dark and musty hallway. A solitary finger lifted from this hand, deactivating the seal on the door with one quick pass. Gears, servos, and hydraulics whirred and clicked almost soundlessly as the doorway crept open.

Beyond was a short air-loke, water still dripping and running down the sides fo the walls. Despite the liquid coating the passage, no rust could be seen, no noxious fumes to be inhaled. 'In all, a little *too* clean, a testament to the owner's personality,' the figrue thought to himself. Walking in, he checked the internal oxygen supply of his body, standard to most Reploids of his year. It would hold for a solid thirty-two minutes, as the gauge told.

The door behind him began to close as the red-armored figure positioned himself in the middle of the airlock. A bead of sweat dropped from the figures forehead. 'Anticipation of the battle ahead is all that is,' he said internally, 'for it ihas/u been a long time sine I, Zero, have fought Leviathon.'

The water filled the passageway as Zero took his battle stance.

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Yeah, typing over!

Please remember that I wrote this first on a plane on a piece of paper in pen. It is typed directly from the paper, no corrections. Yet. Oh, and to those who actually know how X and Zero's suits work, please, please, please don't stab me for next chapter. I took some... er... ignorant liberties when explaining how he soaks up so much damage and can regain energy for his life bar. Pretty good idea, if I may say so, but still, made up on the plane.