RaDiEr R
By: Alicestar
-(Megaman & all the other characters belong to Capcom!)
-And thankies for all the lovely reviews! 8D
Raider R
Just as Roll entered the local convenience store, she was shocked to see such a flurry of chaos. The merchandise stands were overturned and destroyed, food was littered everywhere on the floor, and the people were screaming, scampering everywhere.
A couple of times she had been almost knocked over by the flood of terrified strangers. Frowning slightly, Roll inched her way through the opposing crowd. With all the people pouring past her, Roll felt as if she was trying walk against a strong jet of hose-water.
Finally she managed to crawl out of the tight bottleneck and instantly fell to the floor, gasping. Her synthetic lungs cherished the air as she drank it in greedily. With a great huff, she blew offending, yellow ribbons of hair out of her vision.
Roll slowly rose from her hands and knees to survey the damage around her. She carefully strolled through the deserted aisles, scanning for any signs of life. As the young girl began to reach one of the ends of an aisle, the flickering lights shorted, and fizzed out.
The store suddenly darkened significantly and Roll was forced to use her flashlight. The girl gazed at her right hand, giving it a mental command to transform. Her small hand was replaced by a bright, shinning light. Roll smiled softly, then continued her scouting. With each step she took, the more silent the place seemed to grow.
"…I can't seem to find anyone," Roll spoke to herself, "Well, better switch my vision sequence."
She closed her eyes and reopened them, now having her once sky-blue eyes the shade of fire. She entered a new aisle, scanning profusely, and almost immediately, she spotted one small figure among the rubble.
"Oh my goodness! Stay where you are! I'll be there in a sec!" Roll rushed over toward the hunks of rubble the small person was hidden within.
She effortlessly lifted the thick stacks of wood and boxes to find herself staring into the eyes of a brunet little boy. He gave little fuss as Roll picked him up and carried him out of the store. Just as Roll exited the store with her victim in her arms, a figure loomed behind her.
Taking slow, deliberate steps, he watched as she darted out of the store.
"…"
Huffing, Roll ran toward the police-controlled crowd. Already Police tape and barricades had been rigged for public safety. As the young flaxen-haired girl approached, she saw the blue-uniformed police officers turn to face her.
Beside them was a nervous looking woman who wore the same dark eyes as the boy in her arms. Just from scanning her, Roll already knew that they had a DNA match.
"Mikey!" The woman tore passed the police and took the young child in her arms. Roll smiled, and took a couple of steps back, relishing the lovely scene before her.
"Thank you so much little girl," the woman said, locking eyes with Roll, failing to notice her son's sudden disappearance, "I owe you so much. I must know the name of my son's rescuer."
Roll smiled, "I'm Roll…but I have a question…just what caused this--?"
The Light-bot paused, seeing the horrified gaze upon the woman's face. The crowd behind her as well shared the same terrified expression, "My son!"
Whipping arounf, Roll turned just in time to see an emerald bolt of light crash into a billboard above the small market's entrance. With little resistance, the sign was jarred from its original post and collapsed, heading for the unsuspecting boy beneath.
His mother left out another earth-shattering scream, "No! Michael!"
The crowd turned their heads from the horrific sight, as the boy's mother screamed shrilly. The police held her back with an iron grip as she struggled within their grasps.
Circling, dark smoke began clearing. As the scene became clear, the crowd fell completely silent, even the little boy's mother choked on her words. Before the crowd, the little boy sat unscathed.
Above him was a girl with her long, golden curls spilled upon her shoulders. However, what amazed the crowd was that the small girl was holding the billboard within the upturned palms of her small, pale hands.
The azure-eyed girl gazed up at the crowd, first nonchalantly, then when realization set in, fearfully. She was afraid that the people had figured out that she wasn't one of them.
"Mommie!" Little Michael ran over towards his mother who, although she held him tightly, never removed her eyes from Roll.
"…You're…" She began, "…a hero…"
Roll's apprehension instantly changed as a crowd of smiles and happy faces appeared before her. She received multiple handshakes, cheers and congratulations as she was swamped in the crowd of happy newcomers.
"So you're Roll Light, huh?"
"Megaman's sister?"
" And Protoman's sister?"
"You're really strong!"
"That was really heroic of you!"
"Can you beat up Megaman in a fight?"
"…Is Protoman single?"
Roll smiled, gazing at the faces in the crowd. The spotlight was on her! Everyone was smiling and thanking her for a deed she had done all by herself. The non-combat household robot had really just played the role of hero!
Roll's smile grew, 'So this is what being a hero feels like….It's wonderful…'
"You're so cool, Roll!"
'It's exhilarating…'
"You're a hero!"
'…It's the best feeling I've…ever had!'
Just as Roll graced the photographers with another one of her dazzling smiles, a neon-green bolt of plasma crashed into one of the nearby buildings. Roll's admiring fans began fleeing as she looked toward an anomalous figure upon the rooftop of a nearby building. Roll's eyes widened slightly once she recognized the creature, "…Bass?"
"…He is so late."
Miles away from the explosions was the city's international airport. On a daily basis hundreds of airplanes and visitors passed through the terminals. A young girl with wavy, neck-length honey-blonde hair sat outside of the airport terminal waiting despondently.
The last time she was in this current country, she had been a gleeful, small child. But as time had done its trick, she had blossomed into a strong, curvy young woman, with full, female attributes. The little rosebud had bloomed into a rose.
She watched apathetically as what seemed like hundreds of yellow, noisy little cabs zipped through the streets and towering buses came and went, picking up or dropping off different kinds of people.
The young girls' dark chocolate eyes narrowed as she grew more impatient by the second. She wore a snug, maroon fur coat that collected at her knees, dark leggings and furry black boots that matched the hat upon her head, "…He could have at least told me it wasn't winter here…."
Kalinka finally rose to her full height and began pacing back and forth angrily, "…He has screwed up royally, why when I see him, I'll--"
The Russian girl about-faced to find herself nearly charging straight into the red torso of the boy standing before her.
"…You'll what?" he asked softly.
"Blues?" Kalinka asked sweetly.
Blues nodded his head smiling. It seemed like a romantic scene was beginning to blossom; they stared at each other deeply until Kalinka raised her left fist and slammed it into his jaw with all the strength she could muster, " Ow! Wha--?"
"That," Kalinka hissed, "was for taking so long."
"What?" Blues exclaimed, "I can't even get a 'Hi Blues!' anymore? Remember, the way you used to do it when you were a big-eyed kid?"
Kalinka smirked, "I don't need to be formal with you, ya big lug! I'm only here to take my father's place at the science convention. Now then, carry my bags and don't drop a thing!"
Blues turned his back to her and sighed. Kalinka frowned, peering over Blues' broad shoulders, "What?"
"Is this how you treat me after all these years?" Blues whispered, sounding deeply hurt.
Kalinka's face softened, "Blues…It has--"
Blues spun to face her with a roguish smile, "Psych! Did your really just fall for that, Kinky?"
The blonde's cheeks puffed, blushing slightly, "It's Kalinka you jerk! And I saw straight through that! Now are you gonna get my stuff or what?"
Blues smiled sincerely, "Of course, I'm always the perfect gentleman."
He picked up three of her four suitcases and began walking off. Kalinka frowned at the tall teenager who turned to face her, "…Yes?"
"You forgot this one!"
"…This, you're seeing right here is chivalry, not charity. You can get the last one yourself, can't 'cha?"
Kalinka picked up her last suitcase and ground her teeth, "…You know, my father insisted that I stay with your family this weekend. You be sure to stay outta my way."
Blues smirked, but before he could respond to the brown-eyed girl before him, an image of Megaman appeared on the lenses of his shades. As always, when he wore the azure armor, his face was as cool as stone and his childish personality was altered into that of a crime-fighting hero, "Blues? Are you there?"
"Lookin' right at you kiddo," Blues replied, causing Kalinka to search for who he was responding to.
"Blues, there's a situation at a local grocery store. Sources confirmed that it's Bass there," Megaman's face changed significantly, "…I just hope everyone's okay there…"
"Just give me the coordinates, and I'll be there momentarily," Blues replied.
Megaman nodded, "Okey-dokey, Blues. Here they are. I hope to see you in a sec!"
The visual of the famous hero disappeared being replaced with a bright map. Blues had all he needed in order to track down that troublesome Wily-bot. Blues turned to face Kalinka who had her arms akimbo and was staring straight at him, "…Well?"
"We'll be going into battle, Kinky," Blues said, "Let's take lightspeed travel, shall we?"
Before Kalinka could reply to both the insulting nickname, and the question, Blues wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. Kalinka gasped as she felt herself resting against Blues.
In a bar of deep red light, they were gone.
Roll took a backward step as she recognized the looming figure, who's name she was barely around to squeak, "…Bass?"
The dark façade that was washed upon his face blanked momentarily. He swore up and down that Megaman had been present; didn't he hear that crowd of idiots babbling his name? He even caught a glimpse of a receding figure in the cutesy pop-up book grocery store.
Although he wasn't able to get a clean view of the imposter, he detected three things in his book that led to Megaman: (1) The extra squeaky-almost girlie voice (2) The shrimpy stature (3) The crowd of admirers praising him.
Bass looked stunned momentarily before he said a name he didn't even know existed in his memory log, "…Roll?"
The Wily-bot saw the girl visibly jump, as he hopped off the roof and landed gracefully. His cat-like reflexes and liquid movements had awed her. Bass approached her more curious more than suspicious; his buster wasn't armed, but he was more than alert.
…If Bass was a stoplight, he'd be projecting yellow. Depending upon Roll's reaction, his mood would change accordingly. Roll gasped as she saw the monster slowly striding toward her. Although she did notice that his buster wasn't out in the open, he certainly didn't look too friendly.
Mentally Roll sighed, noticing that he too had gotten upgrades. He towered over Protoman by a couple of inches, and probably had a few more pounds over the red soldier, seeing how Bass was more muscular. As he enclosed her postion, it was only then that Roll realized he seriously dwarfed her.
He had always been much taller than her or her brothers, but now he was huge! As if he could crush her single-handedly. Roll continued backing away from the advancing warrior until she found herself against a wall. Once he saw she stopped moving, Bass followed suit and halted as well.
Roll ignored his gaze momentarily and looked to his feet. Beside him was a cautious Treble, pacing slow circles around his master's legs. The violet wolf kept its eyes trained upon her, awaiting her move. Bass stared at her hard; now where had he seen her before?
Why did she look so familiar? The blond creature huddled before him was vaguely familiar…and yet he knew her name!
…Was she a friend of Wily's?
No, the crazy old coot didn't have any friends.
…Was she a hot babe he had verbally harassed?
Bass gave her the once over then smirked; eh, she was so-so, not exactly his 'type': mind-numbingly smokin' hot. This frightened girl before him needed to be a little taller and older…and she needed bigger--
Then it suddenly came flooding back to the ebony warrior. Like a rushing, tidal wave of memory. She was that twit's sister; Megaman's sister. She wasn't too bad looking, considering who's sister she was. Before he could think any longer about her, the girl before him stirred, "Bass! Leave me alone!"
The ebon warrior recoiled slightly, "What?"
An odd spark arose inside of the house robot; whatever it was, it made her feel stronger, braver. She clenched her fists and took a step toward him, "I said leave me alone! You're such a jerk, always bothering my brothers!"
Bass snidely put a hand on his hip as he smirked at her; he saw no potential harm, "Oh really? And just who asked for your opinion?"
Roll frowned and thought about all her admiring fans, the way they smiled at her…because she was a hero. It didn't matter that she was a robot; they had accepted her because of her heroic act.
The housemaid bit her lip as internal struggle raged within hr circuits. Should she try to fight him and protect all these civilians? She knew she was outmatched, but a real hero would fight, no matter how bad the odds were! So what would a hero do now?
Cobal eyes burned, heated with a new white-hot passion, "I wish you'd just go away!"
A rush of adrenaline filled Roll as she suddenly charged at the ebony robot. She threw a well-aimed punch at Bass, screaming furiously. Bass had been startled that Roll even had the fortitude to charge at him, but since she knew nothing about fighting…and it showed, Bass dodged the blow effortlessly.
Roll furiously continued throwing jab after jab, ignoring the fact that her hair fell loose from its ponytail and threatened to blind her vision. She had to fight for all thosed people who couldn't defend themselves, she had to protect humanity, she had to fight no matter what happened to her!
Each punch she sent his direction progressively got slower and more inaccurate; it didn't matter if she couldn't fight, she had to try! Real heroes never gave up! In the beginning Bass had been surprised that the cute, innocent housemaid had tried to attack him, but slowly he began to enjoy avoiding her blows.
And when her hair fell loose, their little fighting game even turned fun! Not to mention that every time she tried decking him with a right hook, her red and black dress pillowed around her like a parachute, revealing a lacy petticoat and her upper leg.
Bass smirked allowing the girl to deplete her energy with her wild swings. When Roll's punches were becoming painstakingly weak, Bass grabbed both of her wrists and put her against a nearby brick wall. He held her hands above her head as she struggled within his grasp.
Finally the girl stopped struggling and stared at him hard. Bass's roguish smile widened as she glared at him. He did a double-take, rethinking how he perceived her earlier…
The girl glared back at him with fierce electric cerulean blue eyes, which were slightly obscured by the loose bangs that swooped and fell into her eyes. The rest of her hair cascaded into golden circlets of ribbons below her shoulders. And he was also close enough to smell her sweet, flagrant strawberry shampoo.
He had been wrong, she was terribly gorgeous; and fiery too; that just added more to her charm. Bass roared with laughter, as he felt her struggle within his clutches, "Give up pipsqueak, you're far too outmatched."
Roll did the only thing in her power; she turned her face from him, only to have it snapped back toward the dark robot. Momentarily they glanced into each other's eyes; the brilliant, fiery crimson orbs locked with the liquid, icy blue.
The red-eyed robot suddenly snapped to attention when he heard the warnings yips Treble released. But all too late, before Bass could even turn around, a bright blue screaming arch of energy slammed into his torso, sending him crash-landing a couple of feet away.
Bass shook his head, clearing the swirling spots within in vision. Standing in front of him was Protoman with an outstretched Protobuster locked directly upon him, "Keep your hands off of my sister."
Roll blinked before she even noticed a tall figure beside her, it was her brother Protoman, in full silver and scarlet armor. Roll was vaguely aware that he had shoved his Protoshield into her arms.
The large shield practically covered her from the neck down; it was made to protect someone of Blues' hulking stature so she could barely see over the tops of the Protoshield. By shoving the shield into Roll'a hands, it seemed as if Protoman hoped to cover her up, protect her from Bass' eyes.
Megaman appeared beside Roll asking her all the vital questions, " Are you okay? How do you feel? Any juries? Did he touch you?"
As Megman interrogated his sister, Protoman made a careful beeline for Bass. Bass rose off of his back, grimacing lightly. He slowly cracked an eye open to see an approaching Protoman. And although he couldn't see his eyes, his demeanor just spoke that he was furious.
He watched Protoman advance upon him, with his scarf, which now nearly touched the ground, danced wildly in the wind. Bass also noticed his tightly clenched fists; oh yeah, if the ebony robot stayed any longer, Protoman would finish him for sure.
Bass grimaced slightly as he held his left shoulder, which Protoman pretty much disabled. With the new red gauntlets attached to his hands and ankles, like Megaman's, Protoman's power had a great upsurge.
The Wily-bot rose to his feet, keeping his eyes fastened upon the approaching warrior. He bared his teeth at the thought of retreating. Retreating is a form of loosing, a form of defeat, "Come on Treble, let's go boy…it's three on two…"
The purple wolf ran beside his Master, snarling at Protoman. In a flash of amber and violet light, they were both gone. Protoman stopped walking and stared into the direction they had just vanished from.
"You're sure you're okay?" Megaman asked Roll for the third consecutive time.
"Yes Rock, I'm fine," Roll replied.
"Well, we can always go get dad his tea at one of the teashops," Rock replied, shrugging his shoulders.
Rush appeared next to his master and Megaman ran a lazy hand upon the dog's back.
"I suppose," Roll said, "But we better get home soon, before dad gets worried."
Both Rock and Roll turned to face Blues. Th mysterious android approached them, now in a much lighter mood. His sister was safe, Bass was gone, so for the moment he could afford to be a bit amiable.
He turned his gaze upon Roll, were she was able to see her own reflection within his glasses, "You okay there, Rollie-pollie-ollie?"
Roll smiled, blowing bangs out of her eyes,"Yes Blues, I'm fine."
Rock smiled, "Say Roll, guess who's in town for three weeks!"
"Who?"
Protoman spoke into his helmet, tapping the speaker on the side, "Coast's clear. Come on out, Kinks."
"What did you call me, you mysterious jerk!?"
As Protoman massaged his temples, being bothered by the shrill pitch of Kalinka's voice, the Russian girl herself peeked out of an alley way and was greeted by a delighted Roll, "Kalinka!"
"Hey Egg-roll!" Kalinka smiled, hugging the small girl, " How have you been?"
"Good Kalinka," Roll smiled, "How have you been?"
"Not too bad, considering I've been stuck with jerko the entire day," she hiked thumb at Blues who sighed exasperatedly.
" Kalinka! Hey!" Rock piqued happily, then he paused slightly, looking thoughtful, "You've changed since the last time I saw you...but how?"
Kalinka turned to look at him, smiling, "Well, for one thing, I'm not a kid anymore. That's a pretty good start."
Cossack turned away from Rock, who still looked to be analyzing her further, and faced Roll, "So, it's somebody's birthday tomorrow, huh?"
Roll gasped, starting to become excited,"…Did you bring me a gift!? What is it!? What did you get me?"
Kalinka waved a friendly admonishing finger, "Nuh-uh, you'll hafta wait until tomorrow, Egg-roll!"
Rock turned from Kalinka to gaze at the crime scene, watching the swarms of police cover the city's streets. Rock blinked and turned his gaze skyward when he felt Blues' hand on his shoulders, "They have everything covered from here, let's go home."
"Okay," Rock agreed happily.
Both Rock and Blues called off their armor and their stood in their street clothes. The boys followed the two, shorter girls before them, enjoying the fading afternoon. Blues smirked contently, wallowing in the peaceful air of the day. He looked down at his brother beside him, who looked relatively unhappy, "…What's wrong?"
Rock looked up at Blues, "Haven't you noticed that Kalinka's changed?"
Blues looked away thoughtfully, then he smiled lightly, " Yeah…"
"Was she upgraded like us?"
Blues laughed, "Kind of…"
'The un-artificial way...' he thought to himself.
Rock whispered to Blues, failing to realize that he was within earshot of Kalinka, "But do you know what I think? I think the biggest change has to do with her chest…It just wasn't like that when she was little!"
Blues burst out laughing as Kalinka, who was red as a beet, smacked Rock on the back of the head, "…Forget about em'!"
"I think you're absolutely correct Rock!"
"Blues!"
Raider R
To be continued!
-Yah! another chapter's done! Poor Kalinka XD! Review and Alice shall renew!
- LuV, Allygurl 8D