BH:I am SO sorry I've taken so long to update, guys... N-Zero's charger cable's gone kaput, so I don't have a laptop at the moment. I have to write everything at school or on grandma's computer at 2 in the morning when she's asleep.

Rhane:But, to make up for it, BH is putting up two drabbles... two very WEIRD drabbles today...

BH:sweatdrop seems my drabble collection is starting to roam into the Rockman X universe now... Oh well, I'm too lazy to move it over to the Mega Man section, it's laible to get lost in there anyway.

Christ:poking at GREEN EYES BH, you're getting very morbid

BH: You have no idea, darling. GREEN EYES is not only a Rockman X drabble, it's also a teaser for a new story Tori-chan (TearsOFFallen Angel) andI are going to be working on in the near future. So read and enjoy.

Disclaimer:Do I have to keep doing these things? Of course I don't own Rockman X! (My copy of the games hasn't even come in yet cries)

Please R&R

BH:Cookie to anyone who tells me who the story's talking about, well, at least two, I'm still wondering on the third one myself...

GREEN EYES

You've got his eyes.

It's a simple statement, one that everyone made the first time they met you. It's the first thing I noticed, and it's the reason I immediately liked you. It's the reason everyone knew you two were connected, that you were alike.

You just laughed and shrugged it off, just like he did. I suppose I noticed it more than anyone. You two were so alike, just not in the ways people expected you to be. The way you moved, the way you tilted your head, but mostly, the way your eyes lit up or narrowed or burned at the simplest things.

I love you almost as much as I loved him, if only because of those little things. You figured that out, too, and I knew you'd never tell, because you're the big sister, you'll keep any secret asked of you. I can see hundreds of secrets, told and buried by countless reploids, in those emerald eyes.

It's always those damn green eyes.

I saw the tears in your eyes and I knew he'd done something. You were tough to crack, just like him, and I'd only ever seen you cry over him. I begged and pleaded, but you refused to tell me where he was.

I wasn't mad at you. I couldn't dream of it. You were doing exactly as you told him you would, and for that I love and respected you all the more. But I pestered you for weeks, just the same.

Months later, you threw yourself in front of me, the same way he would have, and came back grinning and cursing just like him, too. I stopped after that, I don't know why, but maybe something in that sacrifice finally allowed me to let go a little more.

Two years, and you've taken over his old job. You've changed; you're stronger and faster and smarter than anyone expected you to be. You always say you'll never be as good as he was, and I can still see him in your eyes whenever you say that.

No matter how much you change, you'll always have his eyes.

And suddenly I hate them. I hate your eyes, because they're his, because I still see him every time I look at you.

And you know, don't you?

You know how much it stings every time I see your eyes. That's why you always look away when I look at you, to save me the pain, right? You know how much I cared for him.

But I still see them. Quick flashes or green during a fight that's too bright to be your armor, a hint of emerald every time we meet in the halls. They're burned into my mind.

When I close my eyes, they're still there, bright and laughing and full of life, and I see him.

They're in my dreams, and every dream becomes a nightmare as soon as I see those green eyes.

I can't stand it anymore.

You're a medic, you've got knives everywhere, it's easy to find one in the cluttered heap you call a room.

You sleep like a rock. I know, he tested it out. He stuck a pen through your hand once when you fell asleep over one of those projects you like so much.

You didn't even twitch. So I know you won't feel this.

I don't want to hurt you, I really don't, but I can't take this anymore. I'm so sorry, but I have to.

Those damn green eyes.

I'm sorry.

Two quick slashes, long and deep, from eyebrow to mouth.

I'm sorry.

The blood looked like tears, but I'm the one who was crying.

I'm so sorry.

I haven't visited you because I know you won't want me near you know.

I'm sorry.

You're learning to fight blind, but you won't let anyone help you. You're so much like him.

I'm sorry.

You stop, set down the staff in your hands.

I'm sorry.

You turn your head in my direction, and I see your face for the first time.

I'm so sorry.

You smile sadly and hold out your hand.

I'm so sorry.

"I know you're there."

I'm so sorry.

You pick up the staff again and return to attacking the mannequin. You need help.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know when I moved, but suddenly I'm behind you, hands next to yours, guiding you attacks, whispering hints in your ear, just like when you first started fighting.

I'm so sorry.

"I just couldn't stand it anymore."

I'm so sorry.

"Those eyes..."

I'm so sorry.

You stop and lean your head against my shoulder, "Alia doesn't want me near you anymore."

I'm so sorry.

"But you're all I've got left."

Why am I crying again?

That was hundreds of years ago. You stayed longer than any of the others, even after I made you kill them.

But, as I knew you would, maybe hoped you would, you finally escaped, vanished, just as he did.

I always wondered what happened to you. Now I've found out.

You still wear the blindfold I gave you, but you're against me now. You're not afraid to kill anymore, either. You're going to kill me.

And he's standing next to you.

And somehow I've always known...

"I'm sorry, X."

That his green eyes would be the last thing I'd ever see.