Disclaimer: ::gasp:: Guess what! I don't own these guys! Take a while guess at who does?

Random Rant: My oh my, sorry this took so long! X_x Apparently, I have lost the disk on which I saved all of this, and I had two chapters done that I was going to upload but…I kinda CAN'T. So I have to re-write them. ::sighs::

From what I've been told by the numerous people that have IMed me as of late, people really seem to like this series. o_o Not to sound like a moron, but…seriously? You guys like it? ::is really happy if people do::

Anyway, enjoy, guys. And watch out for my stupidity. @_@ And, just like the pervious chapter, sorry this is so short, but where I cut everything off was so perfect… .;;;

Velvet Rain
Chapter Seven: Forgotten Memories From Times of Love
By: Bibly

Rock stared at where Bass stood just moments before, his mind racing. What had just happened? Bass had lost control, part of the wall was now missing because of Tenguman, Blues was attempting to get up off the floor… He seemed to know of what had just taken place, so why wouldn't it all just connect together and form a picture? Bass… "Bass…come back…," he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. He ran two fingers along the two bleeding holes that were now near his upper lip, wincing when he felt a soft stinging sensation warning him of just how hard Bass had actually bitten down. He sat down and brought his knees up to his chest. Nothing made sense any more. Earlier today, they had been so happy, chasing after each other, playing, having fun, and now…now everything was lost. Bass was gone; Rock didn't have a clue as to if he returned to Wily's or if he had simply just run off, and he didn't know if they'd ever see each other again.

No.

They WOULD see each other again. Rock wouldn't have it any other way.

Blues grunted as he got to his feet, dusting himself off and adjusting his scarf and sunglasses. "That was NOT cool," he stated with a huff. He glanced around. Holy hell, had the place taken a beating. And the fight had lasted, what, no more than a good five minutes or so?

He looked around, trying to find his younger brother, but found no one. He turned to his 'father.' "Dad? Dad, where's Rock?"

Dr. Light was looking about as well, but most likely surveying the damage than looking for his youngest 'son.' "I'm not sure, Blues. I can't see with all the rubble in the way."

"Rock! Hey, Rock! Where are you?" Blues skipped between the fallen rubble along the perimeter of the room. "Where are – Rock!" He stopped and bolted towards his younger brother. "My God, Rock, what's wrong?" he whispered as he knelt by his side.

Rock had fallen from his armor and was now adorned in his street clothes. He gripped at his sleeves tightly, pressing himself up against his legs as he buried his face in his knees, sobbing loudly and rocking back and forth. Blues' expression softened as he, too, fell from his armor. He knew what had happened. It was obvious now. "Rock… It's okay… Big bro's here for you…" Taking a seat next to him, Blues wrapped a protective arm around his shoulders. Rock immediately covered his face with Blues' chest, now gripping onto his shirt with one hand as he continued to cry. Despite the situation, the elder Light brother smiled softly. He grabbed Rock's hand with his free hand and started to rock back and forth himself, hushing his younger brother until he slipped into a deep sleep.

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Bass struggled to head back into the fortress, carrying Tenguman's limp form across his shoulder as he went. His fangs bared, he growled and snapped at whoever looked at him. I don't want to be here! he screamed, attempting to break his program's hold on him.

There's nothing you can do about it, Bass. It's over; I won, you lost.

Not yet, you haven't!

Oh, I think otherwise.

Looking up, all of Bass' hope for getting free from his 'capture' and returning to Rock hit Rock bottom. Before him stood a large door, plain and simple, with a large 'W' written before it. He knew all too well what his programming intended to do there and then, and couldn't find a way to go around it.

"No, no, NO!" Bass shouted before bursting through the door.

"What – Bass?!" Wily's bewildered expression greeted him. "What the hell are YOU doing here?!"

Bass glared at him, not being able to respond. He dropped Tenguman, then walked over to the lab table. No, please, no…! Having finally lost complete control of his body, Bass laid across the table. His last memory was the look of complete content on Wily's face upon having realized what was going on.

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Blues took one last glance at Rock before shutting the door quietly behind him. Poor kid; what had happened that night took a major toll on his body, causing him to pass out completely. Blues sighed as he walked down the hallway towards the wrecked lab. He opened the door and spotted the good doctor attempting to clean whatever he could. He smirked. "I don't think you'll be getting too far."

Dr. Light forced a smile. "I wasn't planning on it." A deafening silence bore between them before he spoke up once again. "Thank you for coming, Blues. I wasn't sure if you had received the transmission or not."

"Thank you for what? All I did was get smacked down by Tenguman and laid there trying to regain consciousness. Or the bioroid equivalent of it, for that matter," he stated dryly.

"Nonetheless, it's still good you're here," Dr. Light continued. He looked at him. "Rock's going to need some support through all of this, and you're the closest one to him. He'll be needing your help wither he later admits it or not."

Blues nodded. "Yeah, yeah…" Despite the careless nature he seemed to be showing during their conversation, he really was beginning to worry for his brother's well being. Who knew how he would take to this sudden turn of events. Blues could only hope that somehow, everything would work out.

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Wily smirked to himself as he finished his adjustments, tightening the last bolt before closing the latch. He stared down at the bioroid who slept so peacefully, oblivious to what he was about to experience. Opening a small latch on his chest, Wily pressed a few wires together and then slammed it shut. He watched as Bass wiggled about, sneering and growling as he awoke. Slowly, his eyes opened. Neither of them moved for quite some time. Before long, however, Bass sat up and stared at the wall before him. His gaze slowly fell upon Wily. The mad doctor grinned at the look he had received: cold, emotionless. Nothing of actual life or intelligence actually shown in those eyes that now bore into him.

"Well then, are you ready? Tomorrow morning, you will begin your final attack on Mega Man," Wily commanded with a laugh.

Bass hopped down from the table and nodded. "Yes, master," he replied, his voice monotone and his empty memory banks holding not a single fond memory of the boy Wily spoke of.