ZERO

Fan Fiction by Senya

twilight_rhapsody@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Dynamo, Reploids, Mavericks, Maverick Hunters, etc, etc, belong to CAPCOM, I belong to me, and May is an original chara of mine.

A/N: Ooookay. So, here's what's going on with this chapter: this is my recently removed 'My Maverick Lover' Fanfic because I've decided I want the two fics to go together into one really long fic, okay? For those who didn't read my 'Maverick Lover' fic, it's mostly a piece of romantic fluff for now. So this is kind of "taking a break" from the events revolving around X, Zero, and the Maverick Hunters. Don't worry it's only for one little chapter!! In Chapter 10 we will be back to X and the gang, but for now.........

Chapter 9

Senya sighed and slid into the small apartment, dropping her bag of papers and student work to the floor with a thud. "Oh what a day, Neko-chan . . ." She sighed to the orange cat that greeted her, "My Grade 11s "couldn't find" thier essays, not one of the twenty five of them! Sometimes I wonder why I came here anyway, I mean I loved teaching English in Japan last year, and I did just go home and visit everyone in Canada, but really, here I am stuck smack dab between the Maverick Hunters' HQ and the human city Cameo, and Reploids and humans never--NEVER--get along! I'll admit that usually it is us humans that are the jerks but honest to--" She blinked when she noticed the cat had abandoned thier conversation and she was quite literally talking to a wall.

"Great," She muttered, "Just great, I just began my teaching career two years ago and I'm already talking to myself. Hell, I need some friends here. . . 'course it's not like I ever had a whole lot up North, either. Well, one." She paused and found the cat, putting it on her lap as she plopped down on to the couch and flicked on the television, "I'd give her a call if she weren't busy blowing up buildings for Hollywood." Senya smiled at the thought of her best friend with a pack of explosives. /That/ would be dangerous!

She shut her placid green eyes and ran her hands through her thick wavy brown hair irritadledly, "I am talking to myself."

The cat meowed as though in protest but she knew it really wanted food, and so did it's brother. "Fine," She grumbled, pushed it off of her lap and grabbed a can of cat food from the kitchen cabinet, scooping the foul-smelling contents into two bowls, the orange and the brown cats each pouned on it immediatly.

Senya shook her head and headed towards the bedroom, "To the untrained observer it would seem as though you two had missed me. But I know a few more mice in this place would make you care a lot less. I guess I'll just change and then I'll join you, it's already six anyways . . ." She said to the cats, opening her bedroom door while begining to unbutton her blouse.

The second the door slid open she gasped and actually jumped backwards. It took a /lot/ to get that sort of reaction out of Senya Starseeker, but her entire bed was covered from top to bottom in roses. Roses, all fresh and fully in bloom, and they covered the bed so completely that the top of the sheets and the pillows were invisible. She shut the door.

She blinked, rubbed her eyes and looked again.

Still there.

"Man . . ." Senya ran a hand through the thick waves of hair above her shoulder and tugged at it, like always when she was nervous. She only knew *one* person nuts enough to do something like /that/ and if he had than he was probably still /there/. Slowly she entered the room and moved towards the bed, "They're /real/ . . ." She murmured, lifiting one up, in fact they still had beads of water on the pettles.

"IKNEW you would like it. . ." A low voice murmured, as a hand slid around her waist.

"Dynamo." She said, "I must figure out what you've done with the apartments security system." She said, but she never would bother and they *both* knew it.

"What you don't enjoy my company?" Dynamo chuckled, playfully biting her ear.

"Hrm. . ." Senya pushed away from him and turned around to get a good look at the mercenary.

"Besides," He laughed, "I didn't know you talked to yourself, Sen."

Senya bit her lip and felt her cheeks flush red. Wait a minute she told herself, this is just Dynamo, I need to lighten up. She laughed.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, my grandmother always said, talking to yourself is okay as long as you don't hear a reply!"

He smiled, "Some of us /like/ the voices." He said and started laughing.

"You sound like a friend of mine." Senya said, laughing as well.

Dynamo flung his arms around her and pressed her down on to the bed with him. The smell of crushed rose petals immediatly filled the air, and she noted that the had all been de-stemmed. "You cut all the stems off." She noted aloud.

"Mm, I didn't think you would want a barrage of thorns digging into your back." He smiled, kssing her neck. She couldn't actually *see* his face by this point but she just *knew* he was smiling. And not because Dynamo was *always* smiling, either.

"Didn't that take you a long time?" She asked.

"So?" He chuckled, "It's not like I had anything better to do. Some of us prefer not to waste our time doing work." He said the last word as though it were some horrible torture worse than death.

Senya started laughing.

"Geez is it ever easy to get you laughing."

"Look whose talking, king of grins!" Senya laughed, throwing a handfull of red petals into his face, Dynamo rolled off of her, laughing and sat up.

"Maybe." He said. "Maybe." There were already a ton of petals stuck in his hair. She leaned forwards to pick on out but decided to kiss his cheek quickly instead. One of his hands went up behind her hand and pulled her close to him, kissing her mouth hungrily.

Suddenly Senya began giggling nervously, Dynamo released her and shook his head, "Honestly I never thought that *I* would be the one to say this but, Senya, do you /have/ to laugh like a maniac /every/ time we kiss?"

"I can't help it!" She protested, "It feels funny, kissing a Reploid!"

"Well maybe *I* think it feels funny kissing a human!" Dynamo said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Besides, I'm a Maverick, not a Reploid."

"I know, that's why we can't go public. Imagine that! A high school teacher dating a Maverick! And just down the street from Maverick Hunter HQ, too!" She laughed.

"Ah, and that is what makes it so purrrrfectly delicious!" Dynamo purred,pulling her close again. "Plus my other fifty or so girlfriends don't need to find out about you!"

Senya just laughed.

"I was serious." He grinned.

"I don't doubt that!" She cried, laughing so hysterically he let go of her and she fell back against the petal-covered bed in a fit.

"God, you are the strangest woman--human or otherwise--hell, you are the strangest *anything* I have /ever/ met!" Dynamo grinned, "And that must be why I find you so damn irresistable!" He moved on top of her but she rolled away and sat up, brushing some of the petals from her hair--a hard job giving how much and how thick her hair was.

"Okay I have a question." She said, sturggling to keep a straight face.

"Shoot." He sighed, tossing a few petals at her.

"Why is it some Reploids are built to look like they're, like, seventy, when you know they were /just/ made two weeks ago, and other Reploids are, like, forty, and are built like a ten year old?"

Dynamo through his hands up in the air and fell backwards off of the bed. "I don't know!!" He started laughing from the ground. "And here I thought you were going to be serious!"

"Okay, okay, seriously. . . .um . . . ."

"You're a teacher for cripes sake, can't you think of *one* good question for me?" Dynamo teased.

"Oooookaaay. . . . how's this: how many roses did you go through here, D?"

"Mmmm . . . ." He shrugged, "Twelve dozen."

"Twelve . . . you don't mean . . . twelve sets of a dozen?" Senya blinked.

"Yep I sure do."

"Twelve sets of twelve?"

"That is what a dozen is, O beneveolent school teacher." Dynamo laughed.

"But that's--that's--"

"A lot of roses to cut the stem off of, I know, I was here all day, you should get cable."

"I mean that's a LOT OF MONEY!" Senya gasped.

Dynamo started laughing.

"W--What?"

He was laughing harder, she peeked over the edge of the bed, he was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes and he was struggling to sit up. "M--m--money?!?!" He sputtered, holding his ribs, "Money?!"

Senya blinked, and realized her mistake. "Oh . . . . ." She dug a pillow out of the mess of petals and tossed it at him. "Stealing is WRONG!" She laughed.

"So is sleeping with a Maverick instead of grading your Grade 12 Art Classes' major projects." Dynamo teased.

"Oh? Never thought I'd hear that coming from /you./ All work and no play spoils the broth, y'know. And as for that 'sleeping with. . .' part I never said you were scoring." Senya said.

"I'll pout."

"Go for it."

Dynamo shot her a look that said plain as day 'you asked for it' and sat on the edge of her bed with his arms crossed over his chest and his lower lip stuck out giving her the largest puppy dog eyes known to history. Of course since she burst out laughing and hit him in the face with a pillow it didn't last all that long.

He tossed the pillow back at her and she flew off the bed landing with a thud on the floor.

"Shoot. Sorry, Seni." Dynamo called softly, leaning over the edge of the bed.

"Ouch . . . weak . . .human . . . flesh . . ." Senya groaned from the floor. "Not equipped . . . to take force . . . of Reploid-thrown projectile . . ."

". . . the pillow?"

". . . I think I need a trauma team . . . call an emergency ambulance . . . ." She started laughing again, from the floor.

"Damn you are one crazy lady." Dynamo shook his head, grinning, he scooped her up in his arms and back on to the bed.

"Mmmmm . . . I like your hair, Dynamo." She said, giving the long whiteish-greyish hair a good hard tug.

"Man, did someone spike your drink at work or what?" Dynamo laughed, kissing her nose. "And you can forget about getting me back, that doesn't hurt."

". . . . dang." She kissed him. "Well, I'll find your weak spot sooner or later, D."

He just chuckled.

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Author's Note: Well I guess this was boring to anyone who's already read this when it was a separate fic, but that's why I'm posting Chapter 10 at the same time, in the next chapter we return to a very distressed X, May, and Dr. Cain......

Oh yea, for the record, I'm not *really* a teacher, in six or seven years maybe, but no, not now. And I'm not *really* Dynamo's girlfriend....but that's kind obvious....*sniff*. Was he in character? I had a hard time trying to make it seem like Dynamo, only in a romantic situation, so if you can give me any pointers for future chappies, go right ahead!!

Dynamo's Note: . . . . . . 'future chapters . . .?' Uh oh. Haven't you done enough damage to my sensitive character?

Senya: Not by a long shot my friend . . . . ho ho ho ho ho . . .

Dynamo: I don't like that laugh . . .

X: Why weren't the main characters here!! Come on Zero's insane and all you're doing is inserting yourself into Zero's fic and---

Senya: **hits X in the back of the head** X, shut up, it's my fic, after all :P besides, you get the entire next chapter all to yourself.

May: And me.

Senya: And her. And insane Zero.

Dr. Cain: You guys do know this Author's note is really long and annoying, so maybe you should just get on to the next chapter now so people can actually find out what's happening with the main plot......

Senya:....oh yeah.... here we go, next chapter!!!!