RaDiEr R

By: Alicestar

-(Megaman & all the other characters belong to Capcom!)


Raider R



The weather had been splendid all month long, blessed with tepid forecasts and climates. Today was no different as the soft breaths of April wind barely nudged even the lightest of shrubbery.

This day was the epitome of a fine spring midmorning; the sky was sapphire and without a trace of feathery white clouds, and the gentle breeze only brought the scents of the multicolored daises into the senses of its passerbyers. Finding the day all but mundane was one teenage boy. He was strolling through his hometown's plaza whistling a merry little tune.

He lightly swung the cream-colored handbag that his sister had put together herself. He had been sent on an errand by his father to retrieve a couple of ingredients for their supper. Occasionally along the way, he had stopped in a couple of mom-and-pop stores to grab himself a bite to eat. He ate just enough to hold himself until his supper.

The teenage boy came to a halt in front of a large diner. The sign read, 'Lou's Italian Restaurant' and the boy peered through the diner's front glass window. Everyone in the place was eating something that looked absolutely delicious.

He groaned, feelinghis unsatisfied stomach gurgle, "…Easy there…we'll be home in a couple of minutes…Although I really wish I could just warp home."

Without his cool blue armor, the famous Megaman was able to pass off as just an average, scrawny teenage boy. It had been quite a few years after the eighth Wily war, and to make his children feel more human-like, the doctor had 'upgraded' Rock's almost cherub-chubby frame into that of a slim, active fourteen-year-old boy.

Rock also noticed the fact that he was more so on the short-side, standing at a height around five feet and six inches. But in no way did that stop the new attention that he had been receiving from the opposite sex.

But just like his 'old self', Rock found himself still enchanted with the deep royal blue, and showed this through wearing a thigh-length royal blue tee-shirt and slightly loose worn blue jeans.

Turning around slowly, he gazed to his left and then to his right to see if anyone was watching him, 'Nope, not a single soul.'

In a flash of blue light, the boy was gone.


The Light household was just starting another day as its occupants followed their normal agendas. The man of the house himself, Dr.Light, was sitting at his wooden table with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other.

He didn't have much elbow room on either side due to the thick stacks of books that were piled nearby. His only daughter, Roll, had finished the first 'shift' of breakfast and was cleaning her favorite iron skillet for the next.

She was in a relatively fair mood due to the fact that her chatty brother had volunteered to get the ingredients for tonight's dinner. Rush as always was curled onto the worn blue rug beside the coffee-drinking doctor. His eyelids were drooping in preparation for his midmorning nap.

The last occupant of the house was more of a visitor than a permanent member. Protoman, known to Blues around the family, (Mainly the people he likes.) slowly entered the kitchen as silently as ever. Just as his younger brother, he too had upgrades.

Protoman now had the appearance of a strapping, seventeen-year old boy. He towered over all of the members of his family at a height nearing six feet; the doctor thought it suited his personality better.

And although his frame wasn't quite as twiggy as Rock's, Blues was still lean, but muscular too boot. He had the build of a swift, strong athlete. He entered the room with his normal swagger and his normal attire as well. Deep blue jeans, a red muscle shirt and of course, the snug yellow scarf.

Currently he was void of his helmet, but the opaque blue glasses remained. With a smile, Blues placed a heavy hand upon his father's shoulders, scaring the daylights out of the aging doctor, " Jeez! Blues! How many times have I told you not to do that!"

Blues smiled as Roll laughed; he slipped into a chair, "Aw come on now doc, where is your sense of humor."

Doctor Light held his coffee cup threateningly, "In this coffee cup!"

Roll and Blues laughed, "Whoa, take it easy there, doc." Just as Roll finished pouring Blues his mug of coffee, Rock stormed into the house, practically tearing the door from hinge (As he's done before.) " I'm hooooooome!"

"Rock, every time you enter or exit this place, half of China knows," Blue said from over his steaming mug.

"…They do not!" Rock cried, missing the joke.

He took a seat beside his brother who he saw smirking at him. Rock patted Rush's head as he smiled at his trusty companion, "Why hello there Rush! Didya miss me? Huh? Didya, boy?"

Blues raised both eyebrows, " If anything he should be talking to you like that."

Rock frowned looking at Blues, " Hey!"

Roll placed the last of the breakfast dishes upon the table in front of her two brothers watching them happily devour their meals. For once she didn't mind Rock's slurps or Blues egging him on for a belching contest. Roll had her mind fixated on other issues.

She always knew that if she wanted to ask for something, she'd have to feed her family first, then ask for it later. They were much more generous after full bellies. Roll began to wreath her hands nervously, 'Well, its now or never, do or die. And besides, how can they say no? Your birthday's tomorrow!'

"Father?" Roll began sweetly, over the loud clattering of dishes.

Doctor Light gazed up momentarily to set his gaze upon his daughter, "…What is it dear?"

"So..ha—have you been looking at those magazines I've shown you?" Roll asked, looking at her father carefully.

Doctor Light took a sip of his coffee, then, bending to swipe at something upon the floor, pulled a magazine into Roll's view, "This, Roll? Yes I have."

Just as soon as Doctor Light picked up the magazine, Blues plucked it from his fingers. Rock stopped trying to steal the last bacon strip from his brotherand turned his focus upon the item wedged in Blues' fingers, " Hey! Isn't that a girl's magazine?"

Blues glanced at it momentarily then turned to look at the doctor, "…Why yes, it is Rock."

A teasingly smirk played on his lips, as he waved the magazine at his creator, "Why would you be looking at this? …It's obvious that someone has some explaining to do."

Rock giggled, " Dad, why are you reading a girl's magazine?"

Then a sly expression crossed his face, " Do you…wanna look pretty for the prom?"

Doctor Light rolled his eyes as he made an attempt to relieve Blues of the magazine, " For Pete's sake Blues! …Sometimes I wonder about you. And you too Rock!"

"You still didn't answer me, doc. You're obviously dodging the bullet."

"…What bullet?" That was Rock for you.

Blues turned to look at him, "…You just lost your right to talk."

"…Roll has been asking me to read these magazines for her birthday," he answered.

"Really?" Rock chirped curiously, " If I had asked you to make me a spaceship for my birthday, would'ya?"

The boy's father sighed, "…No Rock, I wouldn't…"

"Aww!"

"…So then why are you looking at this magazine?" Blues asked, finishing his mug of coffee.

" Because," Light smiled, "She wants an upgrade like yours for her birthday."

The smile suddenly disappeared from Blues' face and Doctor Light took the magazine with no effort. Although Roll couldn't see Blues' face, she knew he wasn't too happy.

For some reason he had always be averse to her getting a similar upgrade like his, or Rock's. Even Rock was able to see that Blues hated the idea of Roll upgrading. Although Roll always noticed that he never told her his reasons.

"No."

" Why not Blues? You got an upgrade and so did Rock! I want to look older too!" Roll cried.

"No," Blues replied in the same stone manner.

"But I--"

"…Call me when dinner's done," Blues stood up and exited the room.

"…So that means," Rock begin solemnly, "… That he forfeited his rights to his bacon strip!"

Rock discarded his plate and went after Blues'. Roll turned to his her father with an obvious façade of unhappiness, "Dad, why does he not want me to grow up? Like him and Rock?"

Light sighed, smiling slightly, "…At times I wish I had a mother for you…to answer all these type of questions. I honestly do not know what Blues is thinking…but be most assured it's for your welfare."

Roll frowned, and her father laughed lightly, "…But do you know what I really think it is? He's afraid."

The blonde looked shocked and turned to face him, "…Of what?"

"That his little sister is growing up."

"But--"

"Roll, do you mind running to the market for me? I'd really like some Chamomile tea with honey after dinner," he smiled, " Then we could talk about this later…by ourselves in the laboratory."

The only female Light-bot smiled, and nodded eagerly, "Of course!"

Roll watched happily as her father placed a couple of dollars in her palms. She scampered out the door, waving at him, "Don't worry! I'll be back before long!"

She flashed her father another one of her sparkling smiles and closed the door gently. The doctor took another sip of coffee and picked up the magazine that read, 'Teen Dream.'

He couldn't help but smile lightly,"…I never thought I'd be looking at one of these things…but either way…here we go…"


Rock sighed happily as he exited the kitchen with a much fuller stomach. In other words, the meal would only hold him until diner where he'd eat like a famished maniac again.

Lazily, he glanced out of the front room's window and found Blues standing on their porch. Whenever Blues was standing outside on the porch, it meant that he was thinking.

Rock exited the house to find himself staring at his brother's back. He approached Blues until he was a couple of steps away from him, "…So why do you hate Roll's birthday?"

Although Rock was only able to see the back of his brother's head, he still knew that Blues was smiling, " Rock, I don't hate Roll's birthday."

"Okay then," Rock replied, rocking back on his heels, " So why do you hate the idea of Roll upgrading?"

Blues sighed softly, "…Because…"

Rock raised both eyebrows, " Because--?"

"Because she's a girl."

" So?" Rock huffed, " Of course she is! Even I knew that! But what does that have to do with anything?"

"That means that if she gets those upgrades…there'll be a lot more little boys around here...And I'll have to start polishing my buster more."

Rock cocked his head to the side curiously, " Why's that?"

Blues finally craned his neck to turn and pointedly look at Rock. And although the azure hero was able to find the humor in Blues' words, beyond the surface, he was able to sense a serious undertone, "Because Rock, I'd have to use my buster a whole lot more often."


Just as Roll was humming and skipping merrily towards a local thrifty store, elsewhere a tall boy was trudging through town. His mood was fairly foul, like the scowl that adorned his face.

He snorted lightly as he sidestepped the sidewalk and took to crushing the fuchsia and lavender flowers beneath his feet; the only reason he was out on such a beautiful day was to find a decent anger outlet.

He was strolling aimlessly through town, with his head down, hands jammed in his pockets and eyes narrowed. Anyone who wasn't watching where they were headed bumped into him, and ended up on the floor.

His last victim was a young man who had been carrying a tremendous stack of parcels. The multi-colored boxes towered almost comically a couple of feet above his mangy head.

As he concentrated upon the jiggling stack of boxes, he missed one tall boy pacing directly towards him at twelve o'clock. He smacked right into the mysterious wanderer and went down hard. The boxes flew everywhere and he face-planted into the cement.

The wanderer scoffed, smirking slightly at the sight. Although his smile would better be interpreted as a snarl more than anything, "…Stupid…"

He skillfully darted through all of the fallen merchandize and continued on his path, earning a few stares from nearby pedestrians. Some of the people glared pointedly at him while others flocked around the fallen boy, helping him.

The wanderer finally moved his eyes upward to gaze at the city before him. He gazed around tepidly until his slit-shaped red eyes stopped upon a small, way too cutesy overdone store. It looked like a place that belonged in a child's pop-up book.

"…This place will do nicely," His black armor materialized in a golden flash, causing some nearby people to veer away from him in fear.

He looked to his left and right recognizing the looks upon the people's faces; it was fear. They recognized him as…

…Bass…

Bass couldn't help but widen his fang-laced smile. He turned his attention back towards the ubber-cute store before him. His left hand materialized into his notorious buster and he boosted through the air.

…And just as he propelled himself towards the back door, small porcelain hands found the handle to the front door, as Roll twisted the doorknob and gave herself access to enter.


Raider R



-To be continued!

-Yah! The first chapter's done! Review and Alice shall renew! Imput shall be luved!

- LuV, Allygurl