~~~~~~~~Chapter 2~~~~~~~~
~~~~Return X's Passion~~~
Return X stood with his arms folded, his mind was not on the homeless people below him. Nor was it on his ultimate victory against his arch nemesis. It was on the girl he had saw last night.
"Alia," Return X muttered. "Where are you?"
No matter how malicious and cruel he was, he had found a fault in himself. A weakness that could lead to his ultimate demise. His ultimate demise at the hands of a woman, the very thought sent a shiver down his back. But at the same time he felt a feeling he had never felt before when he thought of Alia.
"Alia," he muttered again."Alia, I...I..."
Return X stopped, he hadn't known what had came over him, he shook it off. He would deal with Alia later, right now he need to meditate.
"Alia," Return X found himself repeating the name over and over, and over.
No mater how much concentration he poured into his meditation, Return X couldn't seem to shake Alia's face from his mind. He opened his eyes, and stood up. He felt the wind move around, filling him with something. Normally when he felt this he would be filled with anger, or hate. Anger and hate towards X, but now it was something eles. He felt warm, and for once his outlook on life wasn't so negative. He smiled, not the evil smile that was resevered for a finishing blow to an enemy, it wasn't the smirk that he was going to use for when he delivered the killing blow to X. It was a smile full of happiness, and joy. He had never done this before, he smiled to himself, and for Alia.
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Alia walked down the halls of the Maverick Hunter HeadQuaters. She was embrassed that she had a soft spot for a twisted clone maverick clone of her recently deceased love. But yet, there she was in love with Return X. SHe couldn't talk to anyone for fear she would be labeled as a maverick, she couldn't go and track Return X and force him to talk, for fear that he would he would rip her limb from limb. She bumped into a fellow maverick hunter, she looked up, and jumped back in a bit of fright.
"Shhhh..." the hunter said. "I need to talk to you."
"But how..." Alia tried to ask, but the hand of the hunter covered her mouth.
"Don't worry." the hunter spoke again. "Let's go to a more private room."
~~~~Return X's Passion~~~
Return X stood with his arms folded, his mind was not on the homeless people below him. Nor was it on his ultimate victory against his arch nemesis. It was on the girl he had saw last night.
"Alia," Return X muttered. "Where are you?"
No matter how malicious and cruel he was, he had found a fault in himself. A weakness that could lead to his ultimate demise. His ultimate demise at the hands of a woman, the very thought sent a shiver down his back. But at the same time he felt a feeling he had never felt before when he thought of Alia.
"Alia," he muttered again."Alia, I...I..."
Return X stopped, he hadn't known what had came over him, he shook it off. He would deal with Alia later, right now he need to meditate.
"Alia," Return X found himself repeating the name over and over, and over.
No mater how much concentration he poured into his meditation, Return X couldn't seem to shake Alia's face from his mind. He opened his eyes, and stood up. He felt the wind move around, filling him with something. Normally when he felt this he would be filled with anger, or hate. Anger and hate towards X, but now it was something eles. He felt warm, and for once his outlook on life wasn't so negative. He smiled, not the evil smile that was resevered for a finishing blow to an enemy, it wasn't the smirk that he was going to use for when he delivered the killing blow to X. It was a smile full of happiness, and joy. He had never done this before, he smiled to himself, and for Alia.
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Alia walked down the halls of the Maverick Hunter HeadQuaters. She was embrassed that she had a soft spot for a twisted clone maverick clone of her recently deceased love. But yet, there she was in love with Return X. SHe couldn't talk to anyone for fear she would be labeled as a maverick, she couldn't go and track Return X and force him to talk, for fear that he would he would rip her limb from limb. She bumped into a fellow maverick hunter, she looked up, and jumped back in a bit of fright.
"Shhhh..." the hunter said. "I need to talk to you."
"But how..." Alia tried to ask, but the hand of the hunter covered her mouth.
"Don't worry." the hunter spoke again. "Let's go to a more private room."