I don't own any of the characters from Sailor Moon or Megaman X...wish I did, but I don't...oh well, I hope you enjoy the fic, it's an idea that I've had for a few years now and this is the first time I ever thought about publishing one of the many different fics of Megaman X/Mercury that I've made up...enjoy!
All these lies I've told myself, all these things that have collected up over the years. These little burdens that have turned into a nightmare. The death's that have numbed my soul, what will you say, when you see what I've done? Will you still look at me the same, when you see the darkness behind these green eyes? Forever to be shrouded in blue, a lone soldier on this red battlefield. Will you ever feel the skin behind the metal? Will you ever see the real me?
I blinked my eyes and rested my hands on my desk. The computer monitor displaying my sorrows that would never be heard. The lone soldier shrouded in blue, the story of my life. Would there ever be a day when people would ever realize the sacrifices I've made? Maybe not, but, all I can have is hope. I picked my helmet up off of the desk and put it on. The electronics in the helmet began to interface with my armor and a voice filled my head.
"X, we've picked up readings of possible Maverick activity, I'm sending you the coordinates," Alia's voice echoed through my mind. I let out a breath, it was time for another hunt. I closed my eyes and I could see the place in my mind. A barren desert, reploid remains littered the area, along with rubble from buildings, and bodies. Human bodies. It was time to leave.
I closed my eyes as the blue light began to fill my room, and I vanished. On my way to the next mission.
The place was horrible, the battlefield that has been haunting me in my dreams had finally come to life. It was so quiet, so dead, so empty. I should be scared, shouldn't I? I can't feel the fear though, I just feel something, that something's about to happen.
"X?" I heard a familiar voice say. I spun on my heel and aimed my buster. There was nothing there. I lowered my buster by a few inches. Trying to find any sign of what spoke. I've heard that voice before, but I can only hope that I'm wrong.
"X," the voice said again to my left, I turned and took aim. A reploid was standing there it's armor battered, as if it had been worn down by years of battles. The reploid's arm reached out toward me and something began to form. I can't figure out what he's doing. A small circle formed in his hand and it began to grow, until it covered the reploid from view and then the growth stopped. I stood in awe and confusion. Then I felt the warmth. The warmth of a beam sword on my neck.
"He want's you to enter," the voice that I've heard so many times said. Sigma.
"Why? What's on the other side of that thing?" I asked him.
"There's nothing left for you here, it's time you to disappear so a great burden can be lifted off of my chest," Sigma's hand fell on my shoulder and I closed my eyes, it was a trap, and I fell for it. What hope I had left had now faded into a small shimmer. "Goodbye, X."
I felt the sword stab through my chest and I was pushed forward. There was so much pain, that I couldn't even see straight. All I could see was a light starting to form, and it was growing. I realized what it was, a buster charging up. So, this is how it's going to end? I felt the charged shot hit my chest, and then everything went black.