Beware OOC'ness...
The door opened noisely. Or at least, it was noisely to her - though aside from the sleeping reploid not-so far away, there was nothing to make noise. Aside from the door.
How did she get those codes? Oh, a little spying. Specifically, her friends spied. This was a dare. The dare was fairly... Dangerous. Probably not fatal, but close to it, if she happened to get caught.
... What IS this dare, you ask?
"To sneak into the commander of the zero unit's room. Stay there for the whole night without his noticing. Get some of his hair as proof."
It was, needless to say, a pretty stupid dare indeed. Though she accepted - she wasn't one to turn down dares.
'She', specifically, was a rather bland, mostly-grey - and of course female, reploid. Her helmet and armour was that of a stereotypical valkyrie... Though she wasn't wearing it, at this moment. She was wearing normal, human clothing - for stealth. And silence. However, the clothing was grey.
As was her hair.
And her eyes.
Her skin, though, was white.
Stereotypical goth.
Or emo.
Off-track, aren't we?
Well, now she was in the room. Armed only with scissors. She closed the door as soon as she could, then quietly tip-toed over to the bed, observing the reploid there.
Male. Long, blonde hair. Nearly nude. Thankfully covered with a blanket.
The long blonde hair was a tell-tale sign that this was, indeed, Zero.
She was SO getting in trouble for this.
... If she was caught.
She had to just NOT get caught, then, hmm?
Easier said than done.
The girl found herself hesitant. Slowly, she reached out for a strand of his hair... He was asleep. This should be easy, right?
Wrong.
Quickly, she found her hand in the grasp of a still sleeping reploid. That could wake at any time. Worse yet, she heard someone just outside the door. Giggling.
They had better not be doing that. Oh, dear... They were.
CLICK!
The codes had been changed. From the outside. That's what she got for making friends with sneaky little hackers. They were just waiting for this moment! Oh, they'll get it...
If she ever got out of there.
Anyway.
Her hand was still in the commanders sleepy, choke-hold grasp. If she were human, her circulation would be cut off. But she was a reploid. It was a bit harder to do that. It still hurt a little, though.
Then suddenly, she turned over. Unfourtunately, he turned over so that she had to lean over him. And it really began to hurt. Plus her balance... Oh, her balance...
Soon she found herself ontop of a very disgruntled blonde. Who, when he woke enough to actually notice his situation, was both a little shocked that, whoa! Someone was in his room! On top of him, too, no less.
Wait. What?
He ended up doing a double-take as the other reploid pushed themselves up, backed up, blushed... Then hid something shiney.
But that was the last thing he noticed. Someone was in his room. His SANCTUARY!
"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing here?" Hoorah for hot-headed blondes.
The girl nervously squeaked. Yes, now that she was up and off of him, he could tell it was a female. Reploid? He wasn't sure. But she sure as hell looked too pale to be human.
"I-i-i-i... W-w-well, someone pushed me in here!" Gee. Nice excuse, girly.
Zero didn't exactly buy this excuse. Though he did notice that he wouldn't get far in the answers department if she was scared out of her wits.
He pushed himself up, shaking his head slightly. Moving to get out of the bed, he caught a glimpse of the girl as she hid her eyes. He rolled his own eyes, taking up the jump-suit part of his armour and headed off for the bathroom. "Don't leave."
Like she had much of a choice, thanks to her friend.
He mustn't have noticed yet.
So, the girl stayed put, wondering just what was going to happen. She of course took her hand down from her eyes.
Now to wait.
A simple, yet unbearable, process.
End chapter one.
Someone please tell me whether this is worth continuing, or perhaps I should delete it and forget I even tried?