This story is basically a sort of equal to my now rather popular... to me, at least, fanfiction Identity quest. but instead of following Nanashi, Krishna-Kripa, It follows the path of Zero and Omega.

Expect Angst and humour, philosophy and sentiment, and the madness that is trying to Love The supreme personality of Godhead engenders.

If Identity Quest starts to deviate from this story, then it will be a stand-alone fic with characters who resemble the old version...

Blah. I just feel the burning need to post it.

Speaking of Burning-

He was falling down to his death...Weil was dead…Ragnarock destroyed…what little population left was now safe…But zero knew it would not last…it was all but a game. A game that would restart once what was left of his body begins burning upon re-entry.

He would sleep and forget everything that had happened, all of his system reset to factory setting, and his memory wiped… Ciel would awake him with a plea for help…He would face untold horror, kill copy-X, fight in the desert for two years…, watch his best friend die once, Kill Copy X-again… kill Omega...lose X for good, again… and finally meet with destiny in the stratosphere, killing the mad doctor and falling to his death.

And it would start again...

No matter how many times the Red 'hero' saw it, it would still send shivers down his spinal cord. The image of the burning doctor would always be the last image that would be etched in his memory bank and the last one to be deleted when the cycle started anew.

It never ended…even when Zero thought death would finally come, That X could finally rest in peace, that Ciel could finally live…that peace was achieved, everything started over again.

And again

And again

And again

Sometime, when he could remember, he would try to break free, to save X from his ignoble fate, to teach Copy-X like he had mentored his dear friend, to mend the relationship between humans and reploids. To break the cycle once and for all.

He had once followed the path Omega Zero treaded and burned everything to the ground, killing whatever was in front of him, hoping it would free them from the groundhog-loop for good.

And one time….he had come back to Ciel instead of sacrificing himself.

Neige had been amongst the few survivors and the one who had rightfully killed Zero with his very own blade. He had himself given the well-used weapon to the human girl…

Never again…Ciel may have some affection for him, But Zero knew it would not last. And the result of choosing the girl over the rest of the world…no, never again…it was just not worth it, even with all the repetitions.

He had already given whatever could be considered a heart to someone else, and even if he was dead...he could not let himself move on…

it just felt wrong to embrace someone else than him...

There was a time where he would be facing Sigma…with X at his side. he had Killed Iris more time than he cared to remember…being betrayed by almost everyone he knew…a time when he had tried to kill himself to save the earth…

Again

And again

And again

It had all been for nothing, for peace had never been an option. But for some reason, he never went back that far anymore…not that it mattered anyway. He was just happy he didn't have to kill his sweet iris anymore…the innocent girl could now rest in peace.

As he plummeted, he grimly wondered where he would land this time. Maybe in area Zero…He just hopes nobody would find his remains this time; there was nothing worst than to be turned into a cyber-metal…and the pain of losing Gyrouette…and witnessing Ciel's gruesome death.

'all my friends…are no more…I…It's all useless.'

Once, he had reached the peak of desperation, and as he once again fell down, Zero had begun praying to God…what else could he do? Humans would do it in time of distress; at the time of death…He was desperate enough to give in to this concept, to concede that he could not do it anymore…like now.

He could not remember if God had responded, only that he was falling again…X would die again. Omega would kill again…Ciel would cry for him again…Elpizo…Neige…Craft…Gyrouette.

The Mother-elf would be kidnapped, and Weil would use her again and again to power Omega…his old body, his worst nightmare…

No…Omega was not Zero's worst nightmare…it was living.it was what had been happening to him for as long as he could remember.

'It's all useless.' Zero closed his glitching eyes…his vision failing.

As he fell to yet another death and another start of a cycle…something different happens. Not that Zero would know, with both optic now but decorative features. A purple gap opened right under him, a gap filled with red, unblinking eyes. He slid right into it and into the waiting arms of one Yakumo Yukari.

"It's Yakumo Yamuna devi dasi dear."

Right…she got her initiation.

'The hell happened? Why am I not cold?' Omega wondered. 'Is it time to respawn yet?'

No…something felt off. He could not feel the slight pressure of the bulky armor he usually wore, nor could he feel his system de-freezing, the super-coolant draining from his lines. Instead, he was laying on something…soft.

It was…nice; his whole body had sunk into the comfy surface, lulling the walking Armageddon to recharge for five more minutes, turning over to fully imbibe the novel experience, hugging a musk smelling soft thing. He was so absorbed in the moment; it was a miracle he managed to register the four powerful presences smothering their giggles. Needless to say, his recharge would wait until those who dared laugh at him had their collective heads rolling on the floor.

He rolled to his side and, in a swift movement, drew out the 0-saber and froze…

At the other side of where omega laid were four being of human appearance, three of them were blonds, and one was a brunet with two tails and a pair of extra ears.

The brunet wore a Chinese dress over a pair of black leggings…a pair of tails protruded from her lower back, and a pair of cat ears crowned her head, a golden U shaped mark rested upon her forehead and nose. Of the four, she was the weakest, and yet Omega had the distinct feeling killing her would not only very satisfactory but also relatively hard.

The second weakest was a blond woman with nine fox tails and, once again, a pair of ears and the same mark as the weakest. she leered at Omega with…pity. This had almost been enough to trigger his combat routine at full capacity were it not for her monstrous power. Omega may be many things, but a fool he was not.

In front of the fox was yet another blond, this time a young girl no older than five in a pretty red dress and the same mark. Her eyes were a piercing red, like his own, and a pair of wrought iron bars protruded from her back like a pair of very inefficient wings; crystals of seven colors line them like Christmas lights. She smiled at him; no aggression could be recorded, only a pair of very sharp fangs. Omega's sensor blared, warning the destructive reploid that this child would be his end.

The last of these powerful ladies sat in a fancy purple settee; she wore a purple dress that draped elegantly over her left shoulder, long gloves covered her hands, and a cream-coloured veil sat of her head. Her hair was braided, and a power beyond anything conceivable flowed from her.

All four women had wooden neck beads, a U shaped mark on their forehead, and a certain glow not found in this world surrounded them.

After some time staring at them, waiting for the strangers to make a move, Omega decided to take the initiative. "Who are you…where am I?" He asked his 0-saber still out, the blade stilled by the awesome presence of the being in front of him.

The leader of the group gave a gentle, compassionate, yet mischievous smile. "Oh? Not a hello? Not even a simple greeting like 'hi' or 'Hello'? Such a rude creature." The powerful blond commented as she began petting something…Omega didn't dare to move his sight from her face, afraid she would kill him.

Yes, he was scared. No, he didn't like it. Yes, it was the first time he felt an emotion other than greed for battle and bloodlust.

The blond gave a slight shrug. "Oh well, I'm sure you will learn manners eventually. Let me show you how it is done then." She cleared her throat. " Hello there, my name is Yakumo Yamuna devi dasi, mistress of border and maidservant of the maidservant of God." Yamuna introduced herself. "The kitsune is my Shikigami, Yakumo Ramba devi dasi, my wonderful maidservant. The Bakeneko is Citra devi dasi, the most fortunate being in the entire existence." As she gave names to the other two, both females gave a humble blush at their praise.

"And this is Gargi Devi dasi, my adopted daughter and very dear to the Vaishnavas," Yamuna spoke affectionately as she patted the young blond on the head. "And you are in my living room, on my favorite couch." She mildly accused with narrowed eyes. "And you are?"

"I am Omega, the walking apocalypse." The crimson reploid gave his full designation, causing the little girl in red to raise a brow as she stifles a laugh.

"Me too!" Gargi gave this cute little giggle that petrified the crimson death. "Don't worry, mister; we don't want to kill you or hurt you." She assured. But Omega loathed falling prey to this oblivious trap.

Omega got off from the couch and onto the floor. He needed to feel the solid ground, to move… those women were more powerful than him...they were an actual threat. He scanned the room, trying to find something he could use in case his fighting prowess was not as good as he would like.

The room he was in was vast and bright, a huge window opening to a lush garden, a few potted plants stood in front of the glass, sitting on stands and wearing skirts for some reasons. The floor was made of shiny green marble, and the walls were painted a soothing cream color. Some pictured of cows, a blue boy playing the flute and monochrome statues with opulent dresses and turbans decorated the room.

There were a few doors, but Omega could not ascertain the one that would lead to freedom. On the opposite side of the glass wall was what he could only describe as an opulent altar decorated with numerous flower garlands, mirrors and other such dust collectors. Presiding there were three…forms. One was white, the smaller one yellow and the last one was black. They had no legs and only some stumps for arms…except the yellow one, who had absolutely none. At the left side of the trifecta, a duo of dancing…man? Woman?

...whatever they were, they stood with arms upraised, a blissful, compassionate smile light their plump red lips. The garlands on their necks were fresh, and their pose invoked dancing.

The trio kept looking at Omega, anticipating what he would do, judging his actions…Omega could feel that those idols were hiding their true power from him…and yet he didn't dare taunt them. Same with the twins…

Once again, he may be the destructive messiah, the horseman war, and He who ushered Forth the Apocalypse…but he was not dumb enough to face those he knew were definitely leagues above him…Like those in the room right now.

He'd never tough he'd met some who his system recognized a critical threat...and yet, here they were, breathing menacingly...that's was what his system told him anyway.

"So…What do you want of me?" The red Armageddon demanded. "The Messiah can and will destroy that stand in your path…but cross hi-"the quarter began to laugh, and Omega grit his teeth. 'Forget about self-preservation; those bitches are dead."

"Oh, do not mind us, oh Messiah. You are simply not the only one we know who bears this sacred title." Yamuna spoke with mirth in her voice. "But I do know one thing though, dear Omega. Those whom I know do not rampage across the land, sowing death and destruction wherever they go. but when they do, it's on God's order, and all who they slay attains salvation." She leaned forward. "So tell me, who is God? How does he look like, and what were his instructions to you?"

Omega opened his mouth…and closed it.

To be honest, Omega had no idea what this whole concept was. He just knew how to destroy, kill, and control reploid to kill and destroy more. To clean the slate for Weil so that He could make the world to his image.

"But, Weil is not God." Yamuna interrupted his musing. "And neither are you."

Omega snapped to attention. "How did you-"

"Simple border manipulation between what is thought and what is spoken. "Yamuna casually explained as she kept petting…something that smelled suspiciously like a burnt Reploid.

'This is a warning…This woman is dangerous.' This observation made the being smile from under her veil.

"But to come back to you. I am afraid your title is as official as a certificate found in a cereal box. In other words, a make-believe title."

"Make-believe or not, I am still the scourge of the land." Omega bristle." By myself, I have decimated more then-"

"You have decimated nothing." Snapped the nine-tailed woman. "One's score in a video game means nothing in real life. And before you tell us your score, know that there is nothing great or special about killing innocent's and those who are clearly weaker than you..."

"But." Yamuna Interrupted. "You are not without strength. We just find your achievements…underwhelming is all." The woman in purple gave an apologetic smile as she kept petting the dead reploid.

Omega remained silent and fuming…he had killed many whom the good doctor saw as useless or obstacles. Most of them too weak to even struggle back, and those who did gave the crimson death no satisfaction to kill. The few reploids were fun, though…but also went down without much of a fight. As for zero and X…

They were just, so fun to face…even his weak copy gave him a good fight that left Omega wanting for more. Too bad Zero's inferior frame couldn't handle a light beating…and he would be backed up by another elf and the three Copy's of X.

"When you reach them, it's a hopeless fight, isn't it?" Yamuna once again read his CPU.

"Ha!" Omega scoffed. "Even if I lose, neither of them have the power to kill me. The best they can do is send me to sleep in orbit." He gave a chilling grin as he clenched a fist in front of him. "But I always return…"

"Only to be destroyed by dear Zero and the four guardians again." The powerful being gave a wry smile as she patted the corpse resting in her lap. "Your life, if I can even call it that, is but a collection of pain, destruction, misery and death…repeating over and over again without any rhyme or reasons. In other words, you 'lived' uselessly."

"MY LIFE IS NOT-"the words died in his mouth…

She…She…

She was right…Omega loathed himself for admitting it but…'No! My life has a meaning, Destruction! Death! Chaos!'

'And then what?' a small voice spoke to him from…his heart? 'Can't you be more than a violent machine?'

Omega paused...

Sometimes, just sometime…he did wonder how his life would be like without violence. And sometimes…sometime he just wanted to stop those repetitions, do something else…face other worthy opponents and not only leaking flesh bags and poor excuses for reploids.

And rarely…Omega wondered why he was fighting for, what was the point in all this violence. It may be fun, but…the crimson death was something getting tired of it. Not that he could escape his destiny.

Oh well, he could still forget everything as he drank the nanite filled fluid of his slain opponents and forget about everything in his glorious blood lust…while it lasted.

"My dearest Omega." Yamuna began. "My only desire is to see you both happy."

"Both? Me and who? And who said I was unhappy?" Omega grumbles as he crossed his arms over his chest.

And knowing smile painted Yamuna's lips. "God did…and I was referring to Zero-chan." she patted the corps, and Omega finally got a good look at the sung and half destroyed reploid.

It was none other than Zero, or what remained of him. His lesser copy looked to have been caught in a pretty big explosion. His helmet was broken beyond recognition, and his once golden hair were but a mess of half-melted nanite, his face had practically burnet off and torned apart, revealing the torn synth-muscle and wires used to give it life. His optics where hopelessly cracked and the blue data-crystal was completely broken. His arms had been blown off, the red jacket but a shredded piece of Kevlar, exposing his Cracked and dully glowing core, a shard of…something black ans shiny could still be seen stuck in it… His lower body seemed to have fared a bit better, but at this point, Omega doubted anything could be done for Zero.

He averted his eyes from the scorched remained of the so called original. He felt…regrets? Sad? A general sense of lost? Pity?Disgust?

'No…I don't have those useless feelings…I'm just staring at my own corps.' But he had to admit…He would Miss the fights zero gave him…even if the three guardians had to mess things up with their so called interference.

Yamuna began petting Zero's heavily damaged head, here golden eyes and voice brimming with compassion. "Indeed, while you blow up upon defeat, Zero had to suffer and explosion twelve times more potent than yours head on." Her smile fell "…the poor dear deserve freedom from those hellish cycles and discover the meaning of his life, and yours by extension." She turned her gaze back at the crimson death, and Omega felt two hands on his shoulders and froze.

The power that coursed through them…he could not calculate…but he knew those child-like hands had the ability to destroy more than Omega ever could in the armor. He managed to slide his eyes to where the little blond girl…only to realize that she was gone.

No, not gone.

Only right behind him.

The hands… her hands moved to his helmet…and his head. And Gargi gently tried to pull it off without much success.

"Mister Omega, could you please remove your helmet?" Gargi asked sweetly and with all the respect in the world. Omega was about to deny the powerful being access to his head when he felt the thing open by itself. In front of him, Yamuna had a small triumphant smile.

I hate you. Omega mouthed with as he put as much hatred he could behind the virulent words. The gap youkai simply smiled back. Behind him, he could feel the little girl shaped abomination push herself up, and then she began brushing his hair, the sound of her tinkling 'wings' indicating she had taken flight.

It was…absolutely absurd.

'Gargi-chan, can you please chant this Raga you know so well?" Yamuna asked her adopted daughter as she began working on Zero, fixing the damage done with…

"Magic?"

"No dear, not magic, Science." She clarified. "What one called magic is simply the science of controlling material nature to do ones biding. But since it is an extremely subtle art that requires decades of studies and austerity to master, no one but a hand full can practice it." She flippantly explained. "But to be very honest with you, learning how to make matter bow to your will…is not as satisfying as one would be lead to believe. You see, we, the soul, are not of this world. We belong to the spiritual nature, the higher energy of God…Krishna. And no, you cannot take his place, not even I can pull it off."

Imperceptibly, Omega slumped a bit disappointed and almost purring by the gentle ministration of Gargi as she ever so gently untangled his hair.

'…I never thougth someone could be so gentle with me.' He almost closed his eyes in pure bliss. But refrained, he didn't want to show any weakness in front of the…the…

"Gap youkai, Mistress of the border, the maid servant of the servant…yet another fallen soul trying to return home." She gave a sweet, humble smile. Under her hands, Zero started to look less like an absolute train wreck and more like…just a normal wreck. "I have to power to manipulate the conceptual borders that control this world." she spoke almost conversationally.

"But to be honest, I have lost the taste for controlling matter for myself centuries ago, passing most of my time sleeping my life away. I would sometime play prank of the villagers living in my domain, tricking them, playing with their little impressionable mind." A wry smile painted her lips. "You think you hate me? Oh dear child, you are merely annoyed that I have put you in an embarrassing condition…nothing more. If I wanted you to hate me…oh, you would not be standing in my living room, nor would you have such a nice rest on my favourite couch."

Behind omega, Gargi finished brushing the walking apocalypse long, locks of golden hair. Giving her implement to the cat…Citra.

"She is a Bakeneko, the servant of my servant…" Yamuna commented.

Omega then felt something else…a comb parting his 'hair' neatly in two. "Oh, you're gonna make a fish tail?" Asked the cat demon, to which Gargi hummed in accent.

'Are they going to…?'

"Why yes. My adorable daughter desperately wanted to braid yours and Zero's hair since the moment you came in. of course, in his current state…" Yamuna let the end of the sentence hang as he eyes drifted to the broken reploid...now actually identifiable as Zero. "Now, where was I…Right, how I had lost my desire to control…and my desire to live to be quite honest."

"Listen…Youkai. I am not interested in your life story." Omega dryly informed his powerful host. Who simply ignored him with practised ease.

"It was the beginning of winter. A powerful being had entered my realm trough the Sanzu, returning from a two years pilgrimage in the sacred realm of Mayapur. Learning everything she could about God, the eternal Identity of the soul and the ultimate purpose of life. She came back to Gensokyo to spread those holly teachings to all she could reach, not expecting anything in return."

Omega sighed…well, he could now experience something else then Weil's mad rambling about how both Human's and reploids had ruined his life…it's not like he had anywhere to go anyway. And, to be very honest…it felt good for a change.

"This great saint, in both title and action preached left and right, going through many trials and tribulation. Starting with the fact that her flesh was a delicacy to the demons that dwell in this land of fantasy…and yet she never stopped preaching." A fond smile painted Yamuna's painted lips.

"One day, she was invited for diner at the red mansion in the middle of the fairy lakes…a ploy for both her blood and some entertainment, for what Mukhara brought had never been heard in the land of fantasy before…and she smelled of cows and indien spices. The result was that all the dweller of the red devil mansion began to chant…Gargi!" She interrupted her narration. The little girl, knowing what her care taker wanted began to sing.

~Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare~

~Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare~

"Yes, this is the great Mantra of Liberation this great saint, Mukhara, made us all sings. Starting with the dragon guard, the maid, the seven day witch and the two vampires…starting with Gargi here." Yamuna gestured to the young girl happily braiding his hair.

"She's…what's a vampire?"

There was pause.

"Oh…of course you wouldn't know. A vampire is a type of Rakshasha that lives exclusively on the life blood of other living entity, mostly humans." She smiled. "Not that they do anymore."

"Now, you must know that sweet little Gargi is well over five centuries old, most of them passing by as she remained locked in a dark basement out of her own volition, afraid of her own power."

"And what type of power would that be?" Omega asked…this was definitely better the nonsense Weil's and X kept spouting…He never would expect people to be so…interesting.

"Destruction, plain and simple." Yamuna answered like one gives the weather report. "Remilia, Gargi's older sister sent the great saint Mukhara to play in the basement with the SDM dark secret. Expecting her to die. Instead, this great saint told her the story of how God came on earth five millenniums ago, his pastime as a baby, a child and a youth in Vrindaban and His loving dealings with His pure devotee."

Omega listened on, now very much intrigued about This Krishna, God.

He had no idea what it meant, but…he felt Attracted to Him. He wanted to know more.

"Mukhara returned to my Gargi almost every day…and every day, I would listen also to those narrations." Yamuna gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "Of Course, I was not ready to accept those teachings…still thinking myself the most powerful being in existence, one without weakness, the most intelligent." She turned her golden glance back onto Omega's bloody red eyes. "Be aware, Omega 0, that I am the most powerful being in this universe…up until the Big dipper, that is…beyond that, I am but another sage with some ability to control material nature. Above them is Brahma, and above him Sri Shiva and Sri Vishnu. And well above them Is Sri Sri Radha-Krishna. What to speak of you?"

Omega was about to retort, when he realized that the only one whom he could theoretically kill was the cat…the rest could and would rip him to shred faster then his ram could record.

"I see you have understood your precarious position." The blond sage observed.

"…I don't like it." Omega grounded between clenched teeth.

"I didn't like it also, until I realized that those powerful being, those semi-Gods, and God himself only desired the best for all of us…" A grateful smile lighted the painted lips of the gap youkai. "After speaking to Mukhara, and Mandodari, a young Vaishnavi I spirited away for my own enjoyment, I finally understood that I should stop trying to compete with Achyuta, and instead co-operate with him and his servant. This decision got me some great friends, mended more bridges then I thought I had destroyed and got me mothers, fathers, a wonderful spiritual master and an adorable daughter who can destroy asteroids."

Omega stilled…realizing just how close to death he was at the moment.

"I gave up on my so called control, and gave myself up to God willingly and joyfully…And I will never regret my decision." Three blond abomination smiled as tears well in her eyes. "Now, while I could force you and Zero to give up everything and just surrender unto Krishna, I know it would not have the intended result." She explained as she patted the now' half-decent' Red legend.

Still unmoving, with eyes-half closed, and yet now an Actual blip on Omega's radar. A small, weak blip….but he was there.

Omega jolted…"you want me to what now?!"

"My dear, I want you both to be happy…which is why I sending you both on a pilgrimage to Mayapur and Vrindavana! I want you both to recover from your ordeal and learn to love again."

Omega could only stand there, his braid already finished, as his mouth fell open. "…what?"

Yamuna, instead of answering, lifted Zero off her lap so that he could sit beside her. He still looked like scrap…but at least he had a face. And could sit more or less upright. His eyes where still half-closed, one of them hopelessly cracked. Still had no arms though…

His vest was completely repair tough, hiding the cracked core...deep inside the privacy of his CPU, Omega hoped Yamuna repaired that also.

Still,Omega had never seen someone look so utterly miserable in his entire existence. Worst still, it was his weaker copy…meaning he was basically looking at himself, defeated, damaged…broken.

He averted his eyes, wondering why would this Youkai (whatever it meant.) even bothered fixing the weakling. He was obsolete, not even worthy enough to use is original body and the awesome power it contained.

"Oh? You can't even look at him?" Yamuna asked with mirth, and omega could hear the mischief in her voice. "I thought this was your greatest desire, to see the fake utterly defeated, broken beyond repair."

"I DID!" The red death spoke a bit louder than expected. "But this…this…What the hell happened to him?!" He gestured to Zero, who barely managed to lift his eyes…, Omega 'tsk' at the pathetic sight.

Where was that Zero who kept killing him, who, with X had managed to damage him enough that he had been forced into a total shut down? Where was this legendary Hero, the brave warrior? He whose rage had kept him going where anything lesser would lay dead! Where was the one who slayed him over and over again as he approached terminal hardware failure?

This…was not Zero…this was not the same reploid that thrived on hardship, the berserker who whose rage made him live to kill another day!

This…thing was…dead!

"My dear Omega, I have already told you, did I not? Zero-chan killed Weil again on the falling kill-sat Ragnarok. The explosion took out his arms and his face…Then remembering the hundreds of time he had gone trough the same song and hellish dance, Zero finally realized that all his sacrifices were ultimately in vain. This broke him complelty." Yamuna sadly recounted as she pated Zero's helmet. "The poor dear never had a good reason to fight for, and nothing worked on his favour. And unlike you, he could not remember the cycles until his repeated demises…"

"Really?" Omega crossed his arms. "I could remember all my deaths, and look at me! I'm still fine!"

"Yes…for you had nothing of Value in your life o fight for."

"Zero didn't-"

"He had friends, other living entity he considered dear." Yamuna explained. "X, Ciel, Iris…Well, mostly X. " She gave a small smile as she gazed at Zero.

"X is dead…"

"He saw him get murdered…again, and again, and again…" he put a gentle hand on Zero's shoulder. It was at this moment that Omega realised how…Tall this woman was. "Zero reason to fight may not have been very big, but this friendship and love is what fuelled him."

Gargi and Cittra, their work done, returned at Yamuna's side. The blond vampire went to Zero, Hugging the useless piece of defunct hardware. "It's Ok Zero. Krishna loves you so much, he will make you all better soon, you'll see." She kissed him on the cheek.

Omega sneered at the sight…

"Oh? Don't you want some affection too Omega?" Yamuna asked as she hid her smile with a white fan.

If the Crimson reploid could gag, he would…violently. "I am not a weakling to coddle."

"Have you ever experienced love? Affection? Has anyone ever held you tight when you were sad? Afraid? Distraught?"

"I do not need such Pity!" The crimson death snapped. "Only the weak required such useless sentiment."

"So…you do not know what you are missing then." The powerful youkai concluded as she arose from her seat, approaching Omega with grace and…compassion.

The only one whom had ever regarded Omega with anything that resembled compassion had been X…And it was always mixed with hatred. But Yamuna… it was unmixed…

Omega hated the unknown…and what the sage generated was complelty alien to him.

The next thing he knew, the imposing woman had engulfed the (admittedly) shorter blond in her arms and onto her bosom.

She was soft, warm. Omega could hear her beating heart under the layers of cloth, skin, fat, flesh and bones. Pumping blood and other nutrient into her veins with uneven beating that never failed. He could hear and feel her respiration filling her lungs with air… and he could feel her monstrous power sleeping there like a slumbering dragonoid. She smelled clean, like spices and flowers...and the powerful stench of Zero's burnt off remains.

He had killed so many humans…He had never realized well-built they were…the crimson death only knew they were noisy and extremely messy once killed. He had no idea they could be so…pleasant to hold when whole and unbroken.

Well no... he knew how nice they felt, for he had ketp a few pets.. when weil let him. But never in his life was he hugged like that embraced for the sake of love and not... to kill.

Something warm fuzzy and needed filled his…let's call it a heart for simplicity sake. This…he had been looking for this…Weil's grovelling, his chastisement, the fear his prey felt…the hatred… Those never gave him this much satisfaction.

Was this? No, it couldn't be…Love was a myth, a huge lie…This woman couldn't possibly…he was but a murderous machine! Inhuman in all but shape! HE COUD NOT FEEL! HE WAS SOULESS!

Yamuna gently caressed his braided hair. "Oh child…you have been robbed of so much." The great and powerful sage whispered on top of his head. "But fear not, for I bless you that you, and Zero, will regain what was lost a thousand fold. Now go, Go to the holy dhama." And then a gap opened between Yamuna and Omega, swallowing the android whole.

Once he was gone, Yamuna grabbed his discarded red helmet, and threw it in another gap, then took away his light sabre and buster shot. After a few moment of silence, the second most powerful presence in the room spoke up.

"Ma, do you think it's such a good idea to send Omega to the most sacred dham in the universe?" Gargi asked, still holding the unresponsive Zero. "If he makes an offence there, he will not make it out alive. At least devotionally."

Yamuna remained silent as she walked back toward her settee. Her sari was stained with oil and sooth, and her cheeks streaked with tears and a knowing smile on her lips.

"Why didn't you fix Zero-Prabhu complelty?" The centennial young girl asked instead, somewhat upset the only guest in the room was still unresponsive and 'wounded'.

Yamuna stood in front of her guest, lifting his chin with gentle fingers so that she may look into his glassy eyes. "I may be able to fix his body, but the mind is another matter completely. Zero's state of mind is...how I can explain it. Right now, our guest is exhausted and doubting, broken and bruise. For him to be here with us is but a dream, a phantasm, and he still expect to wake up in a dilapidated lab, ordered by a damsels for help."

"Oh so…you can't fix that. But how about his arms? I know you stole them also." Gargi mildly accused.

Yamuna smirked. "Yes…Indeed. But you, see, I also de need them for a very important project."

"For what?" Gargi asked.

"It's a se~cret~3". Yamuna teaed with a sing-song tone, hiding her lips behind he fan.

"Can you tell? me please~?"

Yamuna opened her mouth as if to speak, and then playfully closed it with a smirk, making the adorable armagedon cross her arms and pout. "your not like my mom… your more like my a sister."

"can't I be both? We do share the same source…and both of us are blond and powerful."

"Well..your not powerful enough to fix Zero-prabhu's subtle body." Gargi grumbled.

"No…Zero will need more then little old me to recover from his ordeal. And it just so happen that those who have the power and the patience to fix him will be in India in a few days." Yamuna spoke as she gently picked zero from her seat, opening a gap to the most polluted city in the world and gently lowering him onto the ground, right beside a very confused Omega.

"Wait…Kartika is in a few days. Mayapur and Vrindhava will be packed with pilgrims." Gargi's glowing red eyes went wide. "If Omega 0 Snap…"

"Oh I doubt he will." Yamuna assured her 'young' charge as she sat beside her, gaping away the stains that marred her violet sari. The Yoshima gave as side hug to Gargi. "My dear daughter, you have sealed Omega's destructive propensity beautifully. I could not have done it better myself." She praised.

"Oh please…I knew you went to fix it better. Who can be better then you?" Gargi deflected it as she leaned onto Yamuna's side. After 500 years in a self-imposed isolation. To have someone show affection without fear was still a very novel experience for the walking Armageddon.

Even after thirty years.

Both looked toward Yamuna's well decorated altar and to the presiding deities. Ramba came in front of the Lords and put the two sabres in front of them. As she did, all who remained in the room began to pray…for the journey ahead would be long and bumpy for those three. But not impossible.

Back in Delhi, in a cramped back alley, Omega again and again reseted his Optics…yes, he knew this place, he had rained destruction there so often.

Nd yet... It was brimming with life. People bustling around in the street, cars and their's horns filling the night air with their cacophony, monkeis, rats, abandoned cows and other organic life form milled around, practically overwhelming Omega's sencors with life and movement.

Oh and a very heavy downpour... thankfully, Omega's helmet was back onto his scalp. Providing the god of destruction with some meagre measure of protection.

His battle algorythim came to life... and the desire to tear everyone and everything appart, turning flesh into ribbons and turning the streets into bloody rivers awakened with the movement of all of his potential preys.

And then... nothing happened. He could not act upon it...

'Those motherboard splitting glitched! They neutered me!'

Suddenly, a gap open in the fabric of space, and Yamuna's gloved hand gently deposited the train wreck (Zero.) onto a convenient mat…it was still saturated with dirt and rain water, like everything else.

Her hands receded, and Omega was now alone with a 'bot as good as dead. Only the direction of Yamuna Yakumo and his tattered pride remained.

"Now go, Go to the holy dhama."