Nuts and Bolts Chapter 7

Author's Notes: If you don't get the joke, we're not telling you. _;;; Go ask someone else. XD;

In other news, whee! Angst REALLY starts next chapter. Next chapter will be posted sooner than this one was. It just slipped our minds.

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Meanwhile, on the screens of all the computers in Wily's lab, a single sentence was displayed and the doctor himself was utterly furious.

Wily's sextoy is a natural blonde. 3

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Forte was laughing so hard his body shook, every sound magnified and echoed by the large cavern they were now lining with metal and wiring. "Stop fucking around, Blues!! You didn't put that!!" He wiped a stray tear from his eye, no doubt in his mind that Blues had indeed put that ridiculously funny message on every monitor in the fortress. He set a large metal beam into place carefully as Blues gave a Cheshire grin.

"You know damned well I did!" He began to weld the beam into place, bursting into a random fit of laughter. "And you know even better that it's true! Eh, you pervert!" Forte shook the ladder he stood on slightly, grin equally as wide, and Blues clung to it, kicking at him randomly.

"I guess you gave him a thorough examination, didn't you?"

"What do you mean he's a natural blonde?" Rock piped up suddenly, looking up from the floor as he lay sheeting down. All he got was in response was laughter and a chorus of 'You'll figure it out.' He sighed and went back to work, staring around him. This was taking forever. "I'm so tired.. and we've hardly made any progress!" He whined, looking around. This was so disheartening. "We're never gonna get this done in time, and then... and then......" He broke off, sniffling and wiping at his eyes.

Blues gave a soft sigh, kicking his legs out from the ladder, and slid down it like a pole. He walked with Forte over to where Rock sat, crying quietly and squat down next to him. "Rock... Put yourself together. Crying isn't going to help anything! It's just going to slow us down even more." All he received was another sob. He understood how Rock felt. He was frustrated, they all were. Rock was tired, pressed for time, and under a lot of strain. Damnit, why had Light built him so emotionally delicate? "Look, Rock... Why don't you go sleep for awhile? Forte and I can take care of things."

"Yeah, get a few hours of rest. You'll feel a lot better after that, and I bet you'll work twice as fast." He nodded to Blues, and they lifted Rock to his feet. Instantly he had attached himself to the closest thing- Forte, and his body racked harder with sobs. Forte managed to pry him loose eventually, and he gave him a small nudge toward the passage up. "Go on."

He ignored Rock's small cries of "Buh-but I w-wanna h-h-heeeelp!" and kept pushing on him to rest until he finally agreed, stumbling off toward the entrance. Rubbing the back of his head, he made his way back over to the beam they had been setting in.

"Fuck.. There goes a third of our work force." He yawned loudly and set to work welding the bottom half of the heavy beam. So much for sleeping that night.

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Sleep was a precious, commodity for the next few months, and the tension and nervousness was growing. There was a general feeling of unease that even Roll couldn't miss. Gospel and Rush were growling at nothing and Dr. Light looked older than he ever had before.

"Crap, this thing was a bitch to move." Forte grumbled, staring up at the capsule. "I never want to have to do anything like that ever again." Blues nodded from behind him. Rock was sitting next to the capsule, leaning against it and asleep with Gospel and Rush curled up next to him. "Christ, this had better be worth all the work. It would suck if X here didn't live longer than us."

Blues patted Forte on the shoulder. "We've done pretty much everything we can for him. Now...to worry about ourselves." He sighed. "We have to at least pretend we're going to live. I can't believe how bad we've been acting lately. Isn't there anything we can really do?" Blues looked at his companion. Silence. "Fine. If you really think so...but at the very least let's not get Rock too depressed. He's most likely to survive of all of us." He didn't mention why. It wasn't needed. Both he and Forte planned to go down fighting when they had to, and if worst came to worst he could actually defend himself, unlike Roll or Dr. Light.

"...Say, Blues...." Forte smiled slightly, "If we're going to die..."

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Blues hissed sharply as his back slammed against the doorknob to Rock's door, as they struggled to shut it. Forte's mouth wrestled with his to silence him, and they shifted from the door to the wall. He knocked something off Rock's dresser as he clawed for something to give himself leverage as Forte tore his pants down off his body, quickly followed by his boxers. Forte growled something along the lines of "I get you first!" and began tugging at Blues' shirt.

With a small moan, Blues managed to tug Forte's shirt off as Forte worked on his own pants, kicking them off his legs as he struggled to keep Blues pinned to the wall. Blues grabbed up a handful of Forte's hair and moaned into his ear thickly. "Oh fuck...!" He cursed as Forte slammed him against the wall and lifted the bottom half of his body up quickly. He wrapped his legs around Forte's waist tightly, to keep from falling, then Forte pressed him into the wall heavily and he was held in position.

By this time, Forte had more than lost his patience with Blues' shirt, and gave it a good jerk, tearing it down the front. It hung open oddly, and he pulled the material open more, kissing down his chest, pausing to suck and lick in spots. Blues tasted good. Finally he settled on the nape of Blues' surprisingly tender neck, and he bit and sucked at it, breathing on his temporary lover hotly. He heard Blues whimper lightly as Forte shoved two well-slicked fingers into him, but he wouldn't-couldn't- go slow. He gripped Blues' hips tightly, giving them a heavy squeeze, and then he was inside.

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Wily mumbled to himself furiously as his fingers typed over various command lines. This was it, time to get the little blonde bastard who'd robbed years of rest from his old weary body online. He typed in a few more codes, then stood up, walking over to his creation, hearing his systems starting up. It would be a few moments before he warmed up enough to activate fully. Finally. With a deep sigh, he dropped back into his chair, rolling back slightly.

It had taken him ages to undo the damage that little shit had done. The message alone had been enough to put him in a rage, let alone the virus that came with it. He'd finally taken care of it, however, and now he was moments away from completing his legacy. He was old- He would die soon, but this robot could make sure he died a very powerful man. Hearing a small shuffle, he stood up again. This was it.

Zero opened his eyes. What was this sensation? He was no longer in standby, and a strange world had unfolded before his eyes. Who was he? He knew he was Zero, but who was Zero? Where was he? What was he? Turning, he looked over at Wily and stared at him blankly. Finally, he opened his mouth and spoke. "I'm Zero." Taking in his surroundings, he thought of something else to say, something deeper, more meaningful. "Who the hell are you?" He asked finally.

Wily grinned. His new toy already had an extensive vocabulary that included slang, and an attitude to back it up apparently. "I'm your master."

Zero continued to stare at Wily. That old human was his master? Something clicked inside him, and he held his tongue. This creature was weak, and frail, like a little doll. Zero knew what dolls were, and their function. Could he use this puny human like a doll? Would he break if shaken too hard, or squeezed too much?

He decided he'd find those things out later, when he'd worked out....stuff. He wasn't sure yet what stuff he needed to find out before he played around with the frailty of his master, but figured he'd know it when he saw it. Or something. He grunted, confused about, well, everything, and slowly took a couple steps forward from the tilted capsule he'd been in. Something swished behind him as he moved.... Zero blinked and turned around, seeing his hair fly around behind himself. Wow. That was a lot of hair. He didn't know what to compare it to, he just knew it was a lot. At least it looked good.

And his armor...Zero looked down at himself, slightly disconcerted. His body's appearance was both extremely familiar and horribly new. The armor wasn't too great...but he still liked his hair. He grabbed at the ends of it idly....

Rolling his eyes, Wily watched Zero chase his hair happily around in a little circle. It happened with all newly activated robots; they were a bit...confused for a while before they accepted their place in life. Hopefully it wouldn't last long with Zero; he'd programmed his toy to be fairly grounded and not to mess so much with all those damned abstract philosophical points that Light's bot was going to be struggling with. "Zero. Come."

Frowning unhappily, Zero raised an eyebrow at the old man's near-hobbling walk, and stopped fooling around, glancing instead around the place as he exited the room. Huh. So that had been his place of birth. If you could call it a birth. Was he even alive? Zero frowned again, at himself this time, and decided it was best not to think about it. Facts first, worry about the other shit later. Like the fact that Wily moved really, really slowly. What kind of creature was a human, that they got so weak and frail when they got older? It was pretty...stupid.

Much, much later, Zero blinked a lot as he suddenly walked out into a bright, open area. It was pretty bleak, he noted, glancing around and seeing a motley assortment of robots around the area. They seemed...he cocked his head, trying to place the emotion - nervous. He looked at his 'master', seeing the old man looking at him with anticipation. "Grenade Man." Wily said. "Here. Now." A rather ugly robot came forward, and Wily grinned. "Kill him, Zero."

Kill? Zero was momentarily confused before the word really registered. He found he had at some point gotten out a weapon - his saber - and for a single moment he hesitated. Killing....he nearly grimaced. Was supposedly bad. So why was he supposed to...? His eyes widened as Grenade Man charged him suddenly-And he thrust forward with his saber in one quick motion, fascinated by how easily the weapon pierced the armor, and pulled up, enjoying the feel of slight resistance as the saber tore a huge rent from Grenade Man's chest through his head. Another slash, and the corpse of the robot master lay in three pieces at his feet.

Zero smiled happily. This wasn't hard. It was....actually really fun. He rather wanted to do it again.

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Rock opened his eyes slowly, hearing white noise, like that of a t.v monitor. Slowly, he lifted his head off of Gospel's ribs, and stared up at the monitor they had placed in the underground lab. Wily was on screen, screaming something. Looking around apprehensively, he slowly got to his feet and made his way over to the box, reaching up, and turned the volume up. The white noise, he realized was actually the sound of things breaking and exploding.

Wily continued to yell, in fear and outrage. His head turned to the left, and his eyes bulged. He opened his mouth to scream loudly one last time, then a hand reached into the view of the camera and..... and..... Rock stumbled back, eyes wide.

Then he began to shriek.

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With a small groan, Forte opened his eyes. "mm.... warm.." he murmured softly, then nuzzled the form next to him. The naked form. His eyes shot open and Forte sat up quickly. He winced in pain at doing so, then settled back down. Oh yeah... Last night. With a small satisfied sigh, he wrapped an arm around Blues' waist. Fuck, at least they weren't going to die with blue balls. Looking around the room, slowly, he felt his cheeks redden.

Rock was going to go into hysterics when he saw the condition his room was in. Things were smashed and ripped- Hell, entire pieces of furniture had been knocked over. He couldn't help a small grin. They'd fucked each other silly, and in every spot of the room they could fit in. Somehow, he wasn't sure, they'd ended up in the bed. With a small yawn, he closed his eyes again.

They were open and alert within seconds, however, as he heard Rock enter the house, screaming hysterically.

Oh shit, this couldn't be good. Rock dashed into his room, completely uncaring of Blues' and Forte's nakedness or the room's damaged state or anything. He shuddered and sobbed, babbling incoherently, and clung to Forte as Blues stirred, face red. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god..." Rock babbled, words finally fading away as he sobbed uncontrollably. "Forte, Wily's dead." He sniffed, pulling away and face stricken.

Blues shot out of bed, finding his clothes. "Crap, he's awake? But I..." He frowned. "Never mind. We have to get moving." He glanced at Forte. The boy seemed to be in shock, staring at Rock with a blank expression. "Forte! Damnit, man, I thought you wanted to live!" That got his attention. "Hurry up already, we don't have much time before that damn 'bot figures out where to go and how to get there."

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Ending Author's Notes: Important!......we took a LOT of uh, 'artistic license' with this fic. So...it's not really matching with canon. Not that there is much canon...but....Okay, it doesn't match at all, almost. *cough* Forgive that, please, and try to enjoy what's there. _;;; Gimp's opinion on that fact is probably 'who cares', but Muselet is mildly upset. e.e;

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