A/N: Well… Even Mavericks must be lying low from time to time. And my mind could not help but consider if a reploid could become bored – and, if yes, what would they end up doing? The answer became quite chaotic. Started out as a jab against the more 'popular' choice of pairings, then steadily progressed into a downwards spiral of insanity.

When reploids are bored

The bug was peacefully crawling over the ceiling, its eight legs creating just the faintest tapping noise on the concrete, although it was blissfully unaware of the fact that it was crawling around upside down. Just as it was utterly oblivious to the small, red dot that was following it, slowly gaining, and finally coming to a rest at a point between its wings and in the center of its body.

"Don't even try it," Zero's voice interrupted.

With a grunt, X let his buster fall back down, turning it back into his hand, and stared at the bug instead. He never quite understood why any bug would like to make its home in the Maverick Hunters HQ – everything was concrete, metal or plastic – and there was nothing organic from which to live off. Of course, there was the stuffing of the mattress the blue reploid was currently lying on, but, in his mind, that did most certainly not count for organic either, seeing as it had belonged to Zero for the better part of two years. Then again – that might just have been what made it an attractive place to live for insects.

"Remind me again why we're here," X sighed, sitting up – causing the surprisingly ancient bed to creak; he had always wondered where his friend had managed to find it – and looked at the red reploid.

"Because Sigma apparently decided to finally drop dead and stay dead, rendering those stupid mavericks without a leader and ending up killing more of themselves than we could ever manage to do," Zero replied, his attention never wavering from the tiny, hand-held computer game he had managed to dig up as well.

The blue reploid sighed and rubbed a hand over his face as he continued: "I meant as in why are we sitting here instead of going on standby and passing the time in our recharge chambers – or, for that matter, use some time at the training hall or just walking around town?"

"Beats me. You were the one showing up here," Zero replied, his thumbs still moving over the controls as he guided some odd little figure around on the screen, collecting yellow coins and jumping on mushroom-shaped monsters.

With a frustrated groan, X dropped his head back on the only pillow adorning the bed and stared at the ceiling again. His bug had apparently decided to run off, and he enhanced his hearing slightly, trying to pick up the sound of its feet, but, instead, heard a faint giggling coming from outside the door.

It was not hard to guess its origins. Alia and her fellow Yaoi-Fangirls. GYF, as Zero sometimes referred to them as, standing for Girl Yaoi Fangroup - although X knew it also stood for Grotesque Yucky Fantasies. Ever since a single rumour had leaked out that Zero and X were lovers, they had been the prime target of the GYF, almost constantly being followed by someone with a camera and the hope of seeing them 'getting it on'. The thought alone was insane – being drones, neither of them was capable to take off their armour without destroying half their systems in the process, and neither had anything resembling reproduction organs.

Nevertheless, Zero never stood down from the change to tease the GYF. The low giggle was the first that had torn his gaze from his game and to the door – much to X's surprise – and he broke into a positively evil grin. Putting a finger to his lips, the red reploid tip-toed over to the door and kneeled down on the floor, holding his face close to the door.

At first, nothing happened. Then, Zero gave a deep, husky and long moan, ending with just the right pitch that X immediately caught on. Being thankful that he was able to contain the laughter that bobbled up within him, he rocked the bed, making sure it creaked nice and good as he gave a loud moan of his own. Judging from the way Zero began biting his fist to keep from laughing, the girls outside had heard it.

Snickering, the blue reploid gave another groan and rocked the bed again, making sure it slammed into the wall behind it as it creaked under his weight and movements. By now, the giggles grew loud enough for him to hear, forcing him, too, to shove a fist into his mouth to keep his laughter at bay and from destroying their little joke. Zero was still chewing on his glove, shoulders shaking with mirth, and his laughter escaping in small mewls and sobs – which, thankfully, only added to the little illusion they were creating.

Suddenly, someone grabbed at the handle, and, faster than lightning, the red reploid was back at his seat, both feet slammed onto a table and the game back in his hands, looking as focused on it as ever. X, understanding, flung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed a random comic from the bedcover, holding it as if he was busy reading it. Just as the air settled after the quick movements, the door was pushed open, a camera was held in and the flash filled the room and overloaded their visual circuits for a brief second.

It clicked four times in a row, then was retreated and, X could hear, the girls took off down the hallway in a giggling, running crowd. A smirk crossed his face at the thought of what scream they would hear once those pictures were developed. True, the two friends would probably be hunted down and have their arms torn off, but it would be worth it all – if only he could see the female reploids' faces once they saw the pictures…