Song For the Lovers
Note: Another Gate x Dynamo fluff. This time, I'll promise some yaoi action. *crosses fingers* You all know the drill. All characters in this fic are owe by CAPCOM.
Plus, I need to write something or else I'll probably go raving mad seeing Chibi Usa fanwhores filling up Project CURE. Stupid little...
Yay! I played and finished X6 on both easy mode and normal mode. I find the best weapon in that game is Yammer Option. I kinda beat up everyone with, except High Max with it. I was suprised I could beat Gate with it on Normal. Whee!
But I really can't beat extreme mode. I tried. Puu...
I also noticed a review, but since to some stupidity, I can't see it. So, if it's someone that likes it, I apperciate your reviews and I hope to get more like it. And if it's a stupid flamer saying yaoi is evil or I should have done an X/Zero pairing instead...seriously, just f*** off, will ya?
Back to the fic, shall we?
****
Another day went by. Another day without any Marverick attacks. Perhaps, after the Nightmare Crisis, marvericks were petrified of such a herendious virus that they may have lost their edge.
Or lost their touch, some may say.
He looked down, looking at a hooded clock he was carrying in his hands. Maybe Cain was right, maybe the reploids have forgetten, maybe they can forgive him...
He quickly placed the cloak on him as he head towards the security. He was going to wander out of the headquarters and see the improvements of reconstructing the earth after his horrible mistakes...
He operned the enterance door and stepped out of the headquarters.
****
Taverns, is what the humans called it. To reploids, it was just a place for them to forget all their troubles with a mere simple drink. Hunters and Marvericks were almost in peace with each other, yet still remained enemies on the battlefield.
It was a place to get drunk. It had no rules, no obligations, no orders to be followed.
The planet was going into slow reconstruction, but it was getting there...
The strange cloaked figure entered the tavern, violet eyes peering out from the darkness of the hood.
He looked around, gazing around the place, seeing some rookies, and hopefully noticing that no else from the headquarters wasn't...
Someone bumped in him before he could adjust himself to this strange setting. The hooded figure turned around, facing himself in front of a marverick. The marverick was a tall lean green figure, whom carried a sort of whip around his leg. The hooded cloaked figure was startled by this comfrontation.
"Hey!" the marverick began, "Ya shouldn't stand in front of the entrance like that!"
"I'm s...sorry," the hooded figure stuttered as he look at, "it's my first time being in a place like this."
"I'll take your word for it, I never seen violet eyes like yours in my entire life."
A faint blush was across the hooded figure's face. An arm was placed on his shoulders.
"Say," the marverick began, "I'm waiting for someone, perhaps you can accompagin me while waiting for him."
"I guess so."
"But what's with the hooded get up?"
"I d...don't want anyone to know who I am."
"With eyes like that, I don't think you're such a bad person." The marverick nuzzled himself next to the hooded cloaked figure, causing those violet eyes to tremble slightly. Maybe going out of the headquarters wasn't such a good idea after all....
"Axle," a familiar voice called, "are you tormenting the newcomers again? That's my job."
****
Oh Dear God.
That voice...
The marverick turned around and comfirmed the fears the cloacked figure had.
"Dynamo," Axle replied, "bout time you came, I was about to get bored around here till I meet him."
The black suited reploid arrived. He and Axle were close allies during the Eurshia Colony Crisis, yet ever since the Nightmare phenomia took place (and perhaps finally placed Sigma out of his misery), the two returned back to their daily routines. One as a common rogue marveick who preyed on the delightful rich reploids with grand fortunes to spare while the other was a jack of all trades and a seducer to all reploids who fell for his cocky charm...
Save for that violet eyed reploid scientist...
Gate.
Hazel eyes were staring into the mysterious violet eyes hidden underneath the hood.
"Those eyes," Dynamo said, "I've seen them before...have we meet earlier?"
Yes.
"NO!!!" the hooded figure squeaked, "I mean...no, we never met. You may have mistaken me for someone else."
"And besides," Axle replied with a smirk as he wrapped an arm around the cloaked figure's waist, "I've found this treasure first, so I should be the one to have fun with him first."
WHAT?!!!
The face underneath the hood flustered red after hearing that comment. This was definately wasn't a good idea after all.
****
Aila was finally finishing up her shift when she stumbled upon one of those tabloids. It was full of utter trash and nonsense which caused younger reploids and the rookies to be highly suspsious about one another about some vicious rumours.
Before she was about to place the magazine in the trash, a picture managed to catch her eye.
That "picture". You know, her ex-boyfriend having his own lips pressed upon by her new boyfriend. Well, at least Gate finally managed to get out of his isolation state.
A smile was across her face. Even though it was perhaps a lie and a way to break up her relationship with Dynamo...
Those two reploids did look kinda cute in that picture.
****
So this is what Dynamo does with his paycheck. Perhaps he should tell Signas about this double sided marverick hunter.
The hooded cloacked figure was watching the black suited reploid drinking along with few other marvericks he used to world with who managed to survive both the Colony Inccident and the Nightmares.
He also took a few drinks as well, but not as much as the others were. He was too interested hearing the conversation of what the marvericks thought the "Nightmare" virus was.
Aliens? Oh please.
The cloaked figure gave a slight chuckle. The bat marverick looked towards him.
"What so funny?" the bat marverick asked him.
"I just find your theories of the Nightmares quite amusing," the hooded figure replied.
"Oh yeah, so where you think the Nightmares came from?"
"Where do I think? Why, I'm the one who created them in the first place!"
They all looked at him, staring at those violet eyes seriously. The hooded figure backed away, fearing that they may want to attack him for unleashing such a virus.
Instead, he got the exact opposite.
The mavericks along with Dynamo were laughing at him. The hooded figure looked in confusion, gazing at the marvericks. Obviously, the marvericks were too bloody drunk to realize it was the truth.
An arm was rested on his shoulders again and the owner of that arm leaned closer to the cloacked figure.
"Sure," Dynamo replied, "we believe you, violet eyes. Say, you smell nice for a stranger."
Dynamo leaned closer towards him and was about to place his lips onto the stranger. The hooded cloaked figure jerked away before Dynamo could do so.
"What are you doing?!!!" he cried.
"Pretty violet eyes..." Dynamo muttered.
With a quick move, the silver blue hair drunken reploid managed to steal a kiss on the hooded cloak figure's lips. Stunned by the actions, all he could do was sit there while the bounty hunter claimed his
The hood fell down during that kiss, revealing who was underneath that disguise. The only reploid who never fell for his charm was now being kissed by him while he was drunk.
The marvericks rooted with delight while watching Dynamo.
*****
I'll stop for now over here, the "Harry" hype is really pissing me off. I'm sorry, but I'm not going waste 30$ on some book because one of the main characters dies a pitiful death.
-The Clow Hatter
Note: Another Gate x Dynamo fluff. This time, I'll promise some yaoi action. *crosses fingers* You all know the drill. All characters in this fic are owe by CAPCOM.
Plus, I need to write something or else I'll probably go raving mad seeing Chibi Usa fanwhores filling up Project CURE. Stupid little...
Yay! I played and finished X6 on both easy mode and normal mode. I find the best weapon in that game is Yammer Option. I kinda beat up everyone with, except High Max with it. I was suprised I could beat Gate with it on Normal. Whee!
But I really can't beat extreme mode. I tried. Puu...
I also noticed a review, but since to some stupidity, I can't see it. So, if it's someone that likes it, I apperciate your reviews and I hope to get more like it. And if it's a stupid flamer saying yaoi is evil or I should have done an X/Zero pairing instead...seriously, just f*** off, will ya?
Back to the fic, shall we?
****
Another day went by. Another day without any Marverick attacks. Perhaps, after the Nightmare Crisis, marvericks were petrified of such a herendious virus that they may have lost their edge.
Or lost their touch, some may say.
He looked down, looking at a hooded clock he was carrying in his hands. Maybe Cain was right, maybe the reploids have forgetten, maybe they can forgive him...
He quickly placed the cloak on him as he head towards the security. He was going to wander out of the headquarters and see the improvements of reconstructing the earth after his horrible mistakes...
He operned the enterance door and stepped out of the headquarters.
****
Taverns, is what the humans called it. To reploids, it was just a place for them to forget all their troubles with a mere simple drink. Hunters and Marvericks were almost in peace with each other, yet still remained enemies on the battlefield.
It was a place to get drunk. It had no rules, no obligations, no orders to be followed.
The planet was going into slow reconstruction, but it was getting there...
The strange cloaked figure entered the tavern, violet eyes peering out from the darkness of the hood.
He looked around, gazing around the place, seeing some rookies, and hopefully noticing that no else from the headquarters wasn't...
Someone bumped in him before he could adjust himself to this strange setting. The hooded figure turned around, facing himself in front of a marverick. The marverick was a tall lean green figure, whom carried a sort of whip around his leg. The hooded cloaked figure was startled by this comfrontation.
"Hey!" the marverick began, "Ya shouldn't stand in front of the entrance like that!"
"I'm s...sorry," the hooded figure stuttered as he look at, "it's my first time being in a place like this."
"I'll take your word for it, I never seen violet eyes like yours in my entire life."
A faint blush was across the hooded figure's face. An arm was placed on his shoulders.
"Say," the marverick began, "I'm waiting for someone, perhaps you can accompagin me while waiting for him."
"I guess so."
"But what's with the hooded get up?"
"I d...don't want anyone to know who I am."
"With eyes like that, I don't think you're such a bad person." The marverick nuzzled himself next to the hooded cloaked figure, causing those violet eyes to tremble slightly. Maybe going out of the headquarters wasn't such a good idea after all....
"Axle," a familiar voice called, "are you tormenting the newcomers again? That's my job."
****
Oh Dear God.
That voice...
The marverick turned around and comfirmed the fears the cloacked figure had.
"Dynamo," Axle replied, "bout time you came, I was about to get bored around here till I meet him."
The black suited reploid arrived. He and Axle were close allies during the Eurshia Colony Crisis, yet ever since the Nightmare phenomia took place (and perhaps finally placed Sigma out of his misery), the two returned back to their daily routines. One as a common rogue marveick who preyed on the delightful rich reploids with grand fortunes to spare while the other was a jack of all trades and a seducer to all reploids who fell for his cocky charm...
Save for that violet eyed reploid scientist...
Gate.
Hazel eyes were staring into the mysterious violet eyes hidden underneath the hood.
"Those eyes," Dynamo said, "I've seen them before...have we meet earlier?"
Yes.
"NO!!!" the hooded figure squeaked, "I mean...no, we never met. You may have mistaken me for someone else."
"And besides," Axle replied with a smirk as he wrapped an arm around the cloaked figure's waist, "I've found this treasure first, so I should be the one to have fun with him first."
WHAT?!!!
The face underneath the hood flustered red after hearing that comment. This was definately wasn't a good idea after all.
****
Aila was finally finishing up her shift when she stumbled upon one of those tabloids. It was full of utter trash and nonsense which caused younger reploids and the rookies to be highly suspsious about one another about some vicious rumours.
Before she was about to place the magazine in the trash, a picture managed to catch her eye.
That "picture". You know, her ex-boyfriend having his own lips pressed upon by her new boyfriend. Well, at least Gate finally managed to get out of his isolation state.
A smile was across her face. Even though it was perhaps a lie and a way to break up her relationship with Dynamo...
Those two reploids did look kinda cute in that picture.
****
So this is what Dynamo does with his paycheck. Perhaps he should tell Signas about this double sided marverick hunter.
The hooded cloacked figure was watching the black suited reploid drinking along with few other marvericks he used to world with who managed to survive both the Colony Inccident and the Nightmares.
He also took a few drinks as well, but not as much as the others were. He was too interested hearing the conversation of what the marvericks thought the "Nightmare" virus was.
Aliens? Oh please.
The cloaked figure gave a slight chuckle. The bat marverick looked towards him.
"What so funny?" the bat marverick asked him.
"I just find your theories of the Nightmares quite amusing," the hooded figure replied.
"Oh yeah, so where you think the Nightmares came from?"
"Where do I think? Why, I'm the one who created them in the first place!"
They all looked at him, staring at those violet eyes seriously. The hooded figure backed away, fearing that they may want to attack him for unleashing such a virus.
Instead, he got the exact opposite.
The mavericks along with Dynamo were laughing at him. The hooded figure looked in confusion, gazing at the marvericks. Obviously, the marvericks were too bloody drunk to realize it was the truth.
An arm was rested on his shoulders again and the owner of that arm leaned closer to the cloacked figure.
"Sure," Dynamo replied, "we believe you, violet eyes. Say, you smell nice for a stranger."
Dynamo leaned closer towards him and was about to place his lips onto the stranger. The hooded cloaked figure jerked away before Dynamo could do so.
"What are you doing?!!!" he cried.
"Pretty violet eyes..." Dynamo muttered.
With a quick move, the silver blue hair drunken reploid managed to steal a kiss on the hooded cloak figure's lips. Stunned by the actions, all he could do was sit there while the bounty hunter claimed his
The hood fell down during that kiss, revealing who was underneath that disguise. The only reploid who never fell for his charm was now being kissed by him while he was drunk.
The marvericks rooted with delight while watching Dynamo.
*****
I'll stop for now over here, the "Harry" hype is really pissing me off. I'm sorry, but I'm not going waste 30$ on some book because one of the main characters dies a pitiful death.
-The Clow Hatter