Beware OOC'ness... and thank you, reveiwers. She was gunna cut a strand of his hair off, but she didn't get to. How sad, eh? Anyway, I'll try to update fast, but as you can see with my other fic... I can get a bit... Sluggish.
It's placed... Um... I dunno. The timeline always confused me. Some time after the current game (X8?) I guess?
Anyway... Before the smell of new wood makes me go insane...
The wait was still on.
It had only been a few minutes. To her, it was a century. She needed something to occupy her racing mind. A mind racing with many thoughts.
Well, just one, really.
'What's gunna happen now!'
Other than, of course, a certain blonde reploid telling her off.
She hoped no sharp, pointy, shiney objects came into play. And if they did, she hoped it was her scissors, and not a kitchen knife or something.
Or his saber. But that wasn't shiney. It was... More... Glowy.
Green, glowy, but just as - if not more - painful.
She shuddered.
He re-entered the room, dressed in his jump-suit... Thing.
"Now what are you really doing here?"
Good question. She was NOT about to tell him the truth... She had to think. But not too long. He'd get suspicious for sure.
More suspicious, anyway.
"I told you! I-i got pushed in! Then... Then... Someone locked the door... From the outside!" The girl was growing panicky. How nice.
He loved how he had that effect on - some - people. And reploids.
The blonde reploid, bearing the name of Zero, moved towards the door. He would open it. He knew the codes to unlock it. Then she could leave. That was the plan, anyway.
Plans seem to always fail when they seem the most obvious.
"Eeeurgh! Why won't it OPEN!" The girl watched as he hit the door several times with his fist. Hard. But he didn't put any dents in it. Oh, no, it wasn't going to be that easy...
It was never going to be that easy.
The girl raised her hand, as if she were a school-child. "I... Think I forgot to mention, that, um... They changed the codes, too."
He stared at the girl blankly.
She stared back, laughing quietly and nervously.
He let out an exhasperated sigh.
Great! Stuck with someone who he didn't know at all, in his OWN ROOM. Gee. Today was starting out perfectly, indeed.
Then he remembered the shiney object he saw in the girls' hands when he woke up.
"What do you have in your hands?" The question was asked slowly, a suspicious, dangerous look crossing his features.
The now scared-half-to-death girl showed him the scissors.
Rage.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THOSE!"
A perfect way to ask a simple question.
... And scare the questioned too much to answer.
The girl held the shiney scissors up to her face, almost protectively. She wasn't going to answer any time soon.
With another sigh, the blonde reploid strode over to his bed and sat down, staring at the girl for a moment before gazing off into space, thinking.
He had to wait until someone came to get him to get out of the room. His room. The room he shouldn't be trapped in.
Easy, right? Someone always came to wake him up... Always...
But wait! Life couldn't go that well.
He suddenly remembered... X was on vacation, Signas had told them all he was going out somewhere for the day, Alia was on vacation; probably with X - and no doubt Axl went with them. He had made an excuse not to go, saying he needed more R&R - and that he couldn't get any with them.
He had intended to go somewhere else.
Now he was stuck in his own room. With a strange, panicked girl.
Great...
Today was turning out to be perfect.
End chapter two.