Author's Note: So here's the first chapter of Part II; if you don't like cussing, then don't read it, because I'm pretty sure I used a few bad words somewhere in here. I love the reviews, so say whatever you wish. Hopefully you won't think that Part II sucks. Have a great day.

Lots of Love,

Kumella


PART II

When he woke, he felt very different. It was as if he was no longer in his own body. He tried to move: he could. He was a little stiff, as if he had been out of use for quite some time. It was the same sensation he felt when he was first born, as well as when he was reborn under Dr. Wily's command. Now he laid there, on a table in a small and modest lab, without his suit. He was unclothed, besides a pair of shorts.

He sat up, trying to get his body to relax. He stepped onto the floor, and walked back and forth, stretching as he did so. When he felt comfortable, he went for the door to see what had happened.

He was unable to recognize his surroundings. While in the lab, he believed it to be Light's home, but this building looked different. It wasn't the old tenement; it was a house large enough to be comfortable but small enough to be unnoticeable.

It seemed to be empty; he couldn't see or hear anyone else. He searched the house, and found no one. He walked outside, almost crazy to understand where he was and what had happened to him. The sky was overcast, but the clouds weren't heavy enough to drop rain. From where he stood, he could see the mountains clearly. He looked to his left, and saw a small building adjacent to the house. He walked towards it, hoping to find someone.

Inside, it was freezing, but it didn't bother him. There was a small space between the entrance and another door. He closed the first before entering the next, which was made of a much more durable material. It seemed to be meant to keep the temperature inside from rising.

Once inside of the building, Blues was relieved to see familiar faces: Light and Rock stood over two tables, working on something. Light was heavily dressed to protect himself from the cold. When they saw him, they looked shocked, as if he had walking in on some private thing.

"What's going on?" Blues asked, confused. "I just woke up, and I was just wondering…" His voice trailed off.

"Blues, you should leave," Rock said, stepping between Blues and whatever was on the tables, which he had yet to recognize.

"Why? What's wrong?"

Light, too, stepped before the tables. "Listen to your brother, son. There are some things not even a stoic like you could handle."

"Let me see," Blues said. "It's probably nothing."

"Blues, please," Rock said.

Blues stood there for a moment, frustrated. Obviously it was something important if they didn't want him to see. He gently pushed them aside, to allow himself to view what lay on the two tables.

One of them appeared to be unfinished: it was a reploid. Still in its infant stages, Blues could see the wiring and the intricate systems required to make a human-like robot. It appeared to be female; the figure was more curvilinear and slight than that of Blues or Rock. The most striking feature, however, was its lovely eyes. Blues couldn't remember seeing another robot with eyes like hers.

Blues was so intrigued by the incomplete reploid that for some time, he didn't notice what lay beside it. Now, it caught his attention.

Most of the soft blonde hair remained intact, but there were many spots where it had been burned away. The skin was severely burned, mostly in the area around the chest where it was slightly concave. There was a wound on the hand, where she had been holding the glass. All of this was completely preserved in a layer of ice, as if it were some fairytale princess, kept in a deep sleep until some love of hers brought the life back into her.

"Is this Harmony," Blues asked.

Light nodded.

"Were you the one who encased her in ice?"

"No."

"Tell me what happened."

"After the, um, accident, Wily had Ice Man freeze her in a way that would preserve her body for quite some time, if not forever. After you were knocked unconscious, Rock took you, and ripped Harmony from where she was stuck. Now we have her here, or what remains of her. We keep this room cold as a precaution; I wasn't sure if the ice would last."

"What are you doing here," Blues gestured to the unfinished reploid.

"It seems that you and Rock alone can't defeat Wily. So, with Rock's help, I have been making this one to help you. She is modeled after this heroic girl you see here."

"Of all the people you could have chosen, why did it have to be her," Blues demanded as he rushed out. He wasn't sure where to go, so he returned to the lab inside the house, so that he could lie on the table. It was painful enough to see her die; now he would have to deal with something made to look exactly like her, but would never, ever be her.

Rock came into the room, and closed the door behind him.

"Blues, we thought that you would like it," Rock said awkwardly. "It was meant to be a sort of gift to you…The two of you seemed to have so many problems that were rooted in the fact that you're a reploid and she was a human. We thought about it for a couple months before we—''

"A couple months?" Blues asked, taken aback. "How long have I been out?"

"It's been a little over a year," Rock explained. "You took a pretty bad beating; we were lucky that your memory survived, or else we wouldn't have been able to rebuild you."

"So that's why I feel so strange. This isn't even my body."

"You were too damaged to just repair; we used some of your old parts, but you're mostly new now. Light made you a little taller and stronger, and he remade your blaster to have more power. Really, it was shocking that your memory survived. We implanted it into your new body, so you're still you."

"Was I really damaged that much?"

"Yeah, after Elec Man knocked you out, he and the others just kept beating you for what seemed to be forever."

Rock sat next to Blues on the table.

"When will she be finished?" Blues asked.

"Probably within the week. The hardest part was making her insides. We already have her skin and hair prepared, and I think Dad wanted to start putting those on tomorrow. You weren't supposed to see until she was finished."

"Does she have a name?"

"Melody."

Blues laughed. "How clever. Hopefully this one doesn't die so easily."

"How can you talk about it like that? I thought you loved Harmony."

"I didn't, I never did. I wasn't built to love things. Light made me as a weapon against his enemies. I wasn't built to be human, like you were. I wasn't made to be a son."

"Whatever you were made for, he considers you his son, and Harmony definitely loved you."

"What for? We never really talked, and I don't think we had anything in common."

"She probably loved you because you saved her on multiple occasions, and maybe she had a special place for you in her heart because she felt sorry for you. If you felt something for her, then you should stop denying it. She died for you."

"I've died more than once for people who didn't give a damn, and I never felt a thing for them."

The brothers sat in silence for some time. Blues stared at the clean floor, trying to clear his mind and avoid talking to his brother, or even looking at him. He wished that he could go back to the way things were, before he had met her…

"I think Dad had another reason for making Melody," Rock said.

"Oh really?"

"I think he was hoping that if he gave you someone, you wouldn't be such a cold-hearted ass."

"We'll see."