DISCLAIMER: i dont own megaman or any of its characters. please dont sue!!
its pointless im poor!
it was raining..soft cool drops of moisture falling onto my upturned face..dotting my pale skin with tiny fake tears. my lips parted,slightly moving with the notes of my little tune..it always comes to me when im sad..or lonely..wich seems to be more often now then ever..though i will never show it..just not my way.the rains falling harder now..it mingles with the tears on my cheeks making it impossible to tell wich is real before theyre caught up in stray wisps of wild black hair the brush my cheeks in the strong wind. but i dont really mind..i love the rain..so did my kobura before..wily ended his exsistance for his refusal to end mine..now my kobura, my forte,exsists only in my memorys and whatever bits and pieces wily isnt using for his new reploid.. a sob catches painfully in my chest as i feel a soft nuzzle and low whine in my left palm from the big purple wolfbot at my side..besides the memorys gospel is the only piece of the proud kobura left..i think wily must have forgotten him in his gleefull distruction of my friend and soulmate.he's chosen me to be the master and companion in our shared loss.we are both in our human/wolf guises now, the expression on his face tells me more than if he had a human voice to talk to me with...he blames himself, for not being there to protect his master,to stop his destruction...but what could he do..locked in his former masters chambers? i reach down and scratch between his ears, my trademark yellow scarf brushing the top of his head as i try offer to him some of the same comfort he gives me now. i sighed glancing up at the old skull shaped fortress in the middle of the woods..just one of many that has been built..but this one..this ones special..its the gravesite of my soulmate..its been abandoned for years now..wilys dead, his reploid "zero" i hear he he's called is not evil at all..even joined my little brother rock, now known as megaman-x in hunting down rouge reploids and bots who've turned on their masters. its been along time since that fatefull day forte was taken from gospel and myself...since then gospel and i have been in hiding. seeing neither my father or brother. though we did attend fathers funeral albeit well hidden from view. we have come to this crumbling old relic of the past for one reason alone..to bring back a friend. as we walk down these now silent halls, the only noise on the cold rubble strewn floors is the gentle clicking of my boots and the whisper soft padding of gospels clawed feet. old memories work theyre way to the surface though i try to stay alert, just incase any of wilys old robot masters have survived this long. the memories come, giving me no peace as i remember the many times i have snuck into this old fortress in the past..the place hasnt changed much. although some of the rooms contain bits and pieces of a few old masters and their belongings. one room contains what im assuming used to be snake man..a rather large blackened hole in his chest and his helmet cracked but still in place revealing a shock of short dark brown hair and a lifeless obsidian colored eye. his tail lay in pieces across the floor in front of him like dull scratched and dusty emeralds. i shook my head and slowly backed from the room....TBC
it was raining..soft cool drops of moisture falling onto my upturned face..dotting my pale skin with tiny fake tears. my lips parted,slightly moving with the notes of my little tune..it always comes to me when im sad..or lonely..wich seems to be more often now then ever..though i will never show it..just not my way.the rains falling harder now..it mingles with the tears on my cheeks making it impossible to tell wich is real before theyre caught up in stray wisps of wild black hair the brush my cheeks in the strong wind. but i dont really mind..i love the rain..so did my kobura before..wily ended his exsistance for his refusal to end mine..now my kobura, my forte,exsists only in my memorys and whatever bits and pieces wily isnt using for his new reploid.. a sob catches painfully in my chest as i feel a soft nuzzle and low whine in my left palm from the big purple wolfbot at my side..besides the memorys gospel is the only piece of the proud kobura left..i think wily must have forgotten him in his gleefull distruction of my friend and soulmate.he's chosen me to be the master and companion in our shared loss.we are both in our human/wolf guises now, the expression on his face tells me more than if he had a human voice to talk to me with...he blames himself, for not being there to protect his master,to stop his destruction...but what could he do..locked in his former masters chambers? i reach down and scratch between his ears, my trademark yellow scarf brushing the top of his head as i try offer to him some of the same comfort he gives me now. i sighed glancing up at the old skull shaped fortress in the middle of the woods..just one of many that has been built..but this one..this ones special..its the gravesite of my soulmate..its been abandoned for years now..wilys dead, his reploid "zero" i hear he he's called is not evil at all..even joined my little brother rock, now known as megaman-x in hunting down rouge reploids and bots who've turned on their masters. its been along time since that fatefull day forte was taken from gospel and myself...since then gospel and i have been in hiding. seeing neither my father or brother. though we did attend fathers funeral albeit well hidden from view. we have come to this crumbling old relic of the past for one reason alone..to bring back a friend. as we walk down these now silent halls, the only noise on the cold rubble strewn floors is the gentle clicking of my boots and the whisper soft padding of gospels clawed feet. old memories work theyre way to the surface though i try to stay alert, just incase any of wilys old robot masters have survived this long. the memories come, giving me no peace as i remember the many times i have snuck into this old fortress in the past..the place hasnt changed much. although some of the rooms contain bits and pieces of a few old masters and their belongings. one room contains what im assuming used to be snake man..a rather large blackened hole in his chest and his helmet cracked but still in place revealing a shock of short dark brown hair and a lifeless obsidian colored eye. his tail lay in pieces across the floor in front of him like dull scratched and dusty emeralds. i shook my head and slowly backed from the room....TBC