Well, welcome to my first ever fan fiction. As a novice writer, any reviews, suggestions, and constructive criticism is craved. Flames are welcome, but you will be ignored. Hope you enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: If I owned Megaman, the anime would be dubbed up till the last episode of Beast Plus, alas I do not own Megaman.
To Have No Weakness
Chapter 1
"Hmph, typical"
A slight grin spread hit his face as he effortlessly dodged a series of energy blasts spreading out from a single source, his mission, his target. A sudden smoke screen walled his vision. The navi vertically sliced at his back, it was a good combo; one that would slice an ordinary navi in two. But Protoman was no ordinary navi. He dodged and parried at an unbelievable speed. His target was wearing, he could see it in his movements, chip usage, and most of all, tactics; he was getting desperate.
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" The navi let out a scream as he made a diagonal slash downward which Protoman blocked and pushed back.
The navi fell back and then let out a surge of blows in attempt to knock him back.
"That's enough Protoman", Chaud's voice came in clear over a bit of static as Protoman was busy blocking, "finish him"
Protoman slowly retreated, blocking blows as he inched back. He waited for a vertical slash which he sidestepped, the Navi lost his balance, Protoman swung behind him, and it was over.
Chaud sat, with his elbows resting on his knees and his face resting in his hands. His eyes glazed up at the computer screen in front of him, where Protoman's healing program was in progress. Protoman hadn't suffered any injury other than minor fatigue, repairs weren't really needed, but as an official, Chaud never knew when he would need Protoman at full operating efficiency.
"58%" read the program update window. He could be using this time to be doing more useful things, like doing some paperwork, or researching. But he had other things on his mind. He mentally replayed the battle that had taken place just hours ago. Protoman's form had been perfect, flawless. There was no one who could beat him anymore, no one even had a chance, that wasn't his opinion; it was fact.
"Process completed," said the empty, gray text, "starting program "
Chaud ran his calloused hands through thick, white hair. He needed I get away from it all, paperwork, crime-fighting, IPC.
"No!" thought the teen harshly, mentally scolding himself.
He was tired, no doubt. He was fatigued, stressed, and both physically and mentally strained. But if he needed to take a break… he was weak.
Chaud got up out of his chair just to flop down onto his bed. His eyes closed
"Maybe he's right," Chaud thought, thinking of his father, "maybe I am weak."
He was worn and tired; every fiber of his mental and physical being yearned for sleep. He crossed his arms over his chest as he searched for rest, and sleep found him…
He was chasing a man through the streets. Chaud was running at full speed, keeping the hooded man in his sights. The figure ducked around a corner, Chaud followed only to find himself in a crowd of people. He ran, pushed, and shoved people out of the way. He was dizzy, confused, something snagged his leg and he hit the floor. Everything was now a blur. He rolled on the ground, trying to get up, he was helpless.
"Weak" Chaud frantically searched the area for the source of the only clear sound.
"Weak," The voice said again, Chaud looked up, and towering over him was the man he loved, the man whom he wanted nothing more than to please, his father, "weak."
"Get up," his father commanded firmly, "get up, weakling!" Chaud struggled to his feet, but fell. Tears threatened the corners of his eyes. "Get up!"
Chaud woke with a start, his eyes flew open. He was breathing hard, and found that he was sweating.
"…time to get up Chaud," Protoman's soothing, calm voice told him, "Sir, are you awake? You need to get up now"
Chaud sat up quickly, too quick; he got dizzy and slowly lay down again. He took deep gulps of air, trying to bring his breath back.
"Are you all right, Sir?" Protoman inquired, "You seem to have been having a nightmare"
"No," Chaud said quickly, "I don't have bad dreams." Chaud squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed down a lump in his throat. "They make you weak."
Protoman let out a small, concerned sigh, "Sir, maybe you should take some time off, I'll cancel your meeting today, and you can-"
"No" Chaud cut off his Navi, eliciting another worried sigh, "I don't need a break"
Chaud got up and headed towards the bathroom, "Don't need it"
He looked himself in the mirror, and adjusted the blood red tie choking his neck. He ran a comb through his hair once more. His features immaculate, he grabbed his PET and headed for the door. As the representative for IPC, he was headed for another business meeting, to make a partnership with another company.
"Time to be the man that I was made to be" Chaud thought, he must show no outward emotion, he must be strong, show no flaw, and most of all, he must have no weakness.
Chapter one completed. Hopefully it didn't suck too badly. Any constructive criticism you may have to is welcome. Now see that little button below that says "Review"? Click it.
