Aya: Okay, I'm just going to admit there is no naughty business between X and anyone
in this chapter.
X, Vile, Zero: Awww...
Aya: However! There will still be snuggling, and tons of angst! And don't well all
LUVRE angst?
Mob Members: *Polite Applause*
Aya: It might also be awhile before I update with the next chapter, since I have a
very important exam coming up in two weeks. Gotta study! (Wish me luck!)
-----------------
The Power Within
Chapter 5: The Chill
X ran clumsily down the hallway, causing more than several hunters to look twice
at the sight. His hair was an awful mess, and blood was running down the side of his
head. Finally X found refuge in an empty training room. He leaned against the door and
tried to catch his breath.
//What's going on?!// X asked himself. //One minute I was full of love, and comfort...
and the next... I _hated_ him. I needed to crush him. And then...// X gingerly felt
his bloody lower lip with his index finger. X winced. //He hates me now...// The
reflection of himself in the wall-length mirror to his left caught his eye. Even from
across the room, he saw how pathetic he looked. He walked towards the mirror, while
contemplating how he was ever going to fix the mess he started. With Zero... with himself.
As he got to the mirror, he started to tilt forwards. Nausea overtook him.
X blindly threw a hand forwards to break the fall. Fortunately, his hand found the mirror,
and he pushed himself as upright as he could manage. His head wound was starting to
bother him again. //Shoot, it's bleeding hard again...//
Vile stealthily dropped into the room from an air duct, and quickly hid behind some of the
equipment. He thought proudly of how he succeeded in getting X away from Zero. Now it
was time for Vile to enter the picture again. He punched in something on the command
pad.
X's chest suddenly tightened as dread rushed through his body. //Everything's gone wrong.//
X slowly sat down, his hand leaving a trail of blood along the mirror. //I've lost
everything.// X thought of Zero's charming smile, and his clear, blue eyes. He tucked in
his knees towards himself like a child. //Gone.// He cradled his head into his arms.
//Everything's gone awry...//
He felt the mat beside him shift from the weight of movement. He hadn't heard the door
slide open or close, so whoever it was saw him from the moment he entered the room. He
whirled around in time to see Vile place a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, X?" Vile said gently.
//On no, what does he want?!//
"Nothing to say to me?" Vile tilted his head inquisitively. "I came to see you."
"See... me?" X hesitated.
"I wanted to see how you were doing, that's all. Just wanted to make sure you made it
home safely." Vile patted X's shoulder. Suddenly all of X's fears were replaced by
another urgent need..
He wanted... someone to care...
X got a hold of Vile's hand before he could take it away, and leaned his head against
it. //Maybe I should let someone take care of me.// X thought. //Being alone...
was cold...// When Vile knelt down, X wrapped his arms around Vile, savoring the
newfound warmth. He was so tired of fear... so tired of uncertainty..
"I'm so tired." X confessed.
"I can help you." Vile wrapped his own arms around the hunter, who seemed very small
and vulnerable at this moment. "If you want me to help you."
X nodded slowly, sighed, and drifted off to sleep in Vile's arms.
Just then, Zero bursts through the door of the room, looked quickly around, and locked
angry eyes at Vile.
"You! Put X down!" Zero demanded as he took several steps towards the maverick.
"He said he wants to come with me." Vile calmly replied. "Please don't wake him
up. He's tired." While Vile's voice was very contained, it was clear by the fire
in his violet eyes shining though his helmet that he and Zero felt the same way
about each other.
"What did you do to him?!" Zero pointed accusingly at Vile. "I'll kill you if you-"
X's eyes suddenly opened, stopping Zero from finishing. X unwrapped his arms from Vile.
A weighed smile appeared on X's face as he headed towards Zero.
"Ugh." X managed to utter before grasping his head with his hand and falling to the
ground. Zero rushed in and helped X get back up to his feet.
"X!" Zero's voice shook with concern. "Are you alright?" Silently, Zero, regretted
hitting his friend in the head just moments before. X did not answer, and instead,
shoved Zero fiercely away. Zero's body hit the equipment with a loud crash, and batons,
weights, and other equipment buried Zero. X's arms remained outstretched as he watched
the dust settle from the crash. Zero could not be seen from under the debris. No sounds
could be heard from underneath, either.
"Don't. Touch. Him." X warned, his voice cryptically calm. X's narrow eyes glared at
the pile of equipment before him, glowing a vibrant green. After a moment of intense glow,
the light in his eyes flickered. Finally spent, X took in a breath, lurched forwards and
collapsed onto the ground. Vile walked up to X, stood for a moment to admire X's unconscious
form, and carefully pulled the hunter up over his shoulders.
//Wonderful, perfect.. X.// Vile thought darkly. //I finally have your trust.//
--------------------
X opened his eyes to a beautiful sunset. The sun was half concealed by the horizon,
an intense red highlighted the faraway clouds, and Vile stood not far away, also
looking towards the setting sun. They were inside a living room. X was sitting
in a leather armchair facing the large windows. The hunter surveyed the room and found a
dummy with armor that resembled his own. Except the tones on this set was
darker. It was black and decorated with silver. The lines and decorations were sharper,
more dangerous.
Vile heard X rustling and turned to address him. He glanced over at the armor,
and then turned his attention back to X.
"You did not have your armor on you." Vile explained. "I had this one made. If you
don't like it, then please feel free to talk to the engineer for a new design."
"No... I like it. Thanks." X looked back towards the armor. He couldn't go back
to the hunters now, not after he attacked a fellow commander. The cold dread was
returning in force. X shook slightly.
"Can we... take care of each other? From now on?" Vile asked, almost timidly.
X wished so much that Zero was the one saying those words to him. He hated to be
alone and scared. Vile didn't seem to demand anything from him. Maybe he was mistaken
about Vile.
-------------
X hadn't answered Vile's question that evening, which was fine with Vile, since he didn't
look like he was going to run away either. Vile told X where his new quarters were, and left
the hunter alone in the living room.
//Assigning X his own quarters was a brilliant idea.// Vile thought to himself that
night in bed. //It would take time to gain X's trust completely... but as long as I play
my hand correctly...// Vile glanced over at the command pad for SP-2.
Vile's door slid open. X stood there wearing a pair of black shorts and T-shirt. Vile
was pleasantly surprised by the choice of colors. He liked this new color scheme.
"I'm cold... I finished recharging and my head has been fixed. Can I..."
Vile understood immediately and scooted over to indicate his answer. X moved to the
empty side of the bed and pulled back the sheets. Vile's unblinking eyes tracks X's
movements as he slid into the large bed. X hesitates for a moment, then moved his body
up to Vile's. X curled his body and placed his head against Vile's bare chest. Vile
savored the feeling of X's soft hair brushing against his skin, and lifted his chin
to rub it against the top of X's head. Vile felt X's breathing was rapid, as if he was
in a panic. Clearly SP-2 was still affecting the reploid.
"Is that better?" Vile asked.
"It's still a bit chilly."
In response, Vile wrapped his arms around X and drew him closer.
"Better?"
"Yes." Almost immediately, X fell asleep. Vile could feel X's breathing become easier,
more relaxed as he drifted further into his dreams. Vile combed his fingers through X's hair
and thought blissfully:
//Finally, you are mine.//
-------------
Mob Member 1: That's it! Let me at her! Finally we almost have the clothes off
and NOTHING happens?!
Mob Member 2: How disappointing.
Aya: Well... for those of you who'd like to think that way, you may replace this
last scene with some hot hot loving between X and Vile. (Mob members stare off
into space, with a dreamily expression on their faces.) I don't know, I like this.
Let's just say I'm still not advanced enough to write any more.. adult scenes. Plus
I don't want this fic deleted off FF.net, so I'm keeping it R... Most of the
story is devoted to X's psyche, his mental health. I actually tried to write a more...
ur.. "action packed" scene here at the end, but problems I ran into were 1) I still stink
at writing love scenes. My mind just goes blank. I'm working on it! :) 2) It doesn't quite
fit, since Vile is acting out this renewed "I really love you, not just want to have you" thing,
X would have to be the dominant one again if anything happened... and it's just not
terribly realistic at this point, since he's supposed to be possessed by fears (caused by SP-2)
X: Will I ever be not duped up on something in this fic?
Aya: Soon. Anyway, I hope you liked how I handed the previous chapter, with X sort of leading,
but not being totally violent with Zero, since it's just not in his undeniably sensitive
nature. I wanted to do something like that again in the last scene originally, but X just
seems to be more the snuggling type instead of the "let's get it on" type... is it just me?
X, Zero and Vile: (frustrated) YES!
in this chapter.
X, Vile, Zero: Awww...
Aya: However! There will still be snuggling, and tons of angst! And don't well all
LUVRE angst?
Mob Members: *Polite Applause*
Aya: It might also be awhile before I update with the next chapter, since I have a
very important exam coming up in two weeks. Gotta study! (Wish me luck!)
-----------------
The Power Within
Chapter 5: The Chill
X ran clumsily down the hallway, causing more than several hunters to look twice
at the sight. His hair was an awful mess, and blood was running down the side of his
head. Finally X found refuge in an empty training room. He leaned against the door and
tried to catch his breath.
//What's going on?!// X asked himself. //One minute I was full of love, and comfort...
and the next... I _hated_ him. I needed to crush him. And then...// X gingerly felt
his bloody lower lip with his index finger. X winced. //He hates me now...// The
reflection of himself in the wall-length mirror to his left caught his eye. Even from
across the room, he saw how pathetic he looked. He walked towards the mirror, while
contemplating how he was ever going to fix the mess he started. With Zero... with himself.
As he got to the mirror, he started to tilt forwards. Nausea overtook him.
X blindly threw a hand forwards to break the fall. Fortunately, his hand found the mirror,
and he pushed himself as upright as he could manage. His head wound was starting to
bother him again. //Shoot, it's bleeding hard again...//
Vile stealthily dropped into the room from an air duct, and quickly hid behind some of the
equipment. He thought proudly of how he succeeded in getting X away from Zero. Now it
was time for Vile to enter the picture again. He punched in something on the command
pad.
X's chest suddenly tightened as dread rushed through his body. //Everything's gone wrong.//
X slowly sat down, his hand leaving a trail of blood along the mirror. //I've lost
everything.// X thought of Zero's charming smile, and his clear, blue eyes. He tucked in
his knees towards himself like a child. //Gone.// He cradled his head into his arms.
//Everything's gone awry...//
He felt the mat beside him shift from the weight of movement. He hadn't heard the door
slide open or close, so whoever it was saw him from the moment he entered the room. He
whirled around in time to see Vile place a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, X?" Vile said gently.
//On no, what does he want?!//
"Nothing to say to me?" Vile tilted his head inquisitively. "I came to see you."
"See... me?" X hesitated.
"I wanted to see how you were doing, that's all. Just wanted to make sure you made it
home safely." Vile patted X's shoulder. Suddenly all of X's fears were replaced by
another urgent need..
He wanted... someone to care...
X got a hold of Vile's hand before he could take it away, and leaned his head against
it. //Maybe I should let someone take care of me.// X thought. //Being alone...
was cold...// When Vile knelt down, X wrapped his arms around Vile, savoring the
newfound warmth. He was so tired of fear... so tired of uncertainty..
"I'm so tired." X confessed.
"I can help you." Vile wrapped his own arms around the hunter, who seemed very small
and vulnerable at this moment. "If you want me to help you."
X nodded slowly, sighed, and drifted off to sleep in Vile's arms.
Just then, Zero bursts through the door of the room, looked quickly around, and locked
angry eyes at Vile.
"You! Put X down!" Zero demanded as he took several steps towards the maverick.
"He said he wants to come with me." Vile calmly replied. "Please don't wake him
up. He's tired." While Vile's voice was very contained, it was clear by the fire
in his violet eyes shining though his helmet that he and Zero felt the same way
about each other.
"What did you do to him?!" Zero pointed accusingly at Vile. "I'll kill you if you-"
X's eyes suddenly opened, stopping Zero from finishing. X unwrapped his arms from Vile.
A weighed smile appeared on X's face as he headed towards Zero.
"Ugh." X managed to utter before grasping his head with his hand and falling to the
ground. Zero rushed in and helped X get back up to his feet.
"X!" Zero's voice shook with concern. "Are you alright?" Silently, Zero, regretted
hitting his friend in the head just moments before. X did not answer, and instead,
shoved Zero fiercely away. Zero's body hit the equipment with a loud crash, and batons,
weights, and other equipment buried Zero. X's arms remained outstretched as he watched
the dust settle from the crash. Zero could not be seen from under the debris. No sounds
could be heard from underneath, either.
"Don't. Touch. Him." X warned, his voice cryptically calm. X's narrow eyes glared at
the pile of equipment before him, glowing a vibrant green. After a moment of intense glow,
the light in his eyes flickered. Finally spent, X took in a breath, lurched forwards and
collapsed onto the ground. Vile walked up to X, stood for a moment to admire X's unconscious
form, and carefully pulled the hunter up over his shoulders.
//Wonderful, perfect.. X.// Vile thought darkly. //I finally have your trust.//
--------------------
X opened his eyes to a beautiful sunset. The sun was half concealed by the horizon,
an intense red highlighted the faraway clouds, and Vile stood not far away, also
looking towards the setting sun. They were inside a living room. X was sitting
in a leather armchair facing the large windows. The hunter surveyed the room and found a
dummy with armor that resembled his own. Except the tones on this set was
darker. It was black and decorated with silver. The lines and decorations were sharper,
more dangerous.
Vile heard X rustling and turned to address him. He glanced over at the armor,
and then turned his attention back to X.
"You did not have your armor on you." Vile explained. "I had this one made. If you
don't like it, then please feel free to talk to the engineer for a new design."
"No... I like it. Thanks." X looked back towards the armor. He couldn't go back
to the hunters now, not after he attacked a fellow commander. The cold dread was
returning in force. X shook slightly.
"Can we... take care of each other? From now on?" Vile asked, almost timidly.
X wished so much that Zero was the one saying those words to him. He hated to be
alone and scared. Vile didn't seem to demand anything from him. Maybe he was mistaken
about Vile.
-------------
X hadn't answered Vile's question that evening, which was fine with Vile, since he didn't
look like he was going to run away either. Vile told X where his new quarters were, and left
the hunter alone in the living room.
//Assigning X his own quarters was a brilliant idea.// Vile thought to himself that
night in bed. //It would take time to gain X's trust completely... but as long as I play
my hand correctly...// Vile glanced over at the command pad for SP-2.
Vile's door slid open. X stood there wearing a pair of black shorts and T-shirt. Vile
was pleasantly surprised by the choice of colors. He liked this new color scheme.
"I'm cold... I finished recharging and my head has been fixed. Can I..."
Vile understood immediately and scooted over to indicate his answer. X moved to the
empty side of the bed and pulled back the sheets. Vile's unblinking eyes tracks X's
movements as he slid into the large bed. X hesitates for a moment, then moved his body
up to Vile's. X curled his body and placed his head against Vile's bare chest. Vile
savored the feeling of X's soft hair brushing against his skin, and lifted his chin
to rub it against the top of X's head. Vile felt X's breathing was rapid, as if he was
in a panic. Clearly SP-2 was still affecting the reploid.
"Is that better?" Vile asked.
"It's still a bit chilly."
In response, Vile wrapped his arms around X and drew him closer.
"Better?"
"Yes." Almost immediately, X fell asleep. Vile could feel X's breathing become easier,
more relaxed as he drifted further into his dreams. Vile combed his fingers through X's hair
and thought blissfully:
//Finally, you are mine.//
-------------
Mob Member 1: That's it! Let me at her! Finally we almost have the clothes off
and NOTHING happens?!
Mob Member 2: How disappointing.
Aya: Well... for those of you who'd like to think that way, you may replace this
last scene with some hot hot loving between X and Vile. (Mob members stare off
into space, with a dreamily expression on their faces.) I don't know, I like this.
Let's just say I'm still not advanced enough to write any more.. adult scenes. Plus
I don't want this fic deleted off FF.net, so I'm keeping it R... Most of the
story is devoted to X's psyche, his mental health. I actually tried to write a more...
ur.. "action packed" scene here at the end, but problems I ran into were 1) I still stink
at writing love scenes. My mind just goes blank. I'm working on it! :) 2) It doesn't quite
fit, since Vile is acting out this renewed "I really love you, not just want to have you" thing,
X would have to be the dominant one again if anything happened... and it's just not
terribly realistic at this point, since he's supposed to be possessed by fears (caused by SP-2)
X: Will I ever be not duped up on something in this fic?
Aya: Soon. Anyway, I hope you liked how I handed the previous chapter, with X sort of leading,
but not being totally violent with Zero, since it's just not in his undeniably sensitive
nature. I wanted to do something like that again in the last scene originally, but X just
seems to be more the snuggling type instead of the "let's get it on" type... is it just me?
X, Zero and Vile: (frustrated) YES!