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*Edit* grammar, spacing, etc fixed for this fic; please tell me if you see any errors!
It had been almost a year since the Ragnarok incident. Zero was still with the resistance, who had renamed themselves the Guardians. How he was still alive he didn't know. Not everybody falls off an exploding space cannon and lives to tell about it. All he could remember from the time after defeating Weil was a strange, glowing light that had somehow seemed familiar. But even more strange was the fact that, when he had woken up, X was right beside him in the resistance infirmary!
He smiled at the memory.
All Zero could do was gawk as his best friend, X, who was supposed to be dead, smiled at him from the seat next to his bed.
"You're finally awake, eh Zero?" X said
"Huh...? Wha? How... You... X...!" Zero stuttered in amazement.
"Come on Zero, you didn't hit your head that hard. I know you fell a bit when Ragnarok blew, but the Mother Elf saved you from the worst of it."
Zero was still staring open mouthed like he hadn't heard a word.
"Oh, right, guess I've got some explaining to do... Well Zero, the Mother Elf is still around, and she saved you as you fell. However, you weren't the only one that she saved. She somehow managed to open up a portal to cyberspace, and helped me along with some others. I think you know them... The four guardians ring any bells?
Zero rapidly shook his head , breaking from his stupor. "The Guardians? They're alive? Where are they!" He began looking around worriedly.
"Not here..." X saw the look on Zero's face. "Relax Zero, they're on our side now. After all, the war's over!"
Zero looked confused. X sighed, then smiled. "Zero, what is it with you and memory loss? You beat Weil, Neo Arcadia's gone, and everyone's tired of fighting! You did what I couldn't do. You stopped the war!"
The crimson reploid turned red in the face with embarrassment. "C'mon X, I couldn't have done it without you. You did most of it," he replied somewhat sheepishly.
X beamed. "I know, I just felt like giving you a little credit. But if you want, I'll just take all of it..."
Zero gave him a friendly punch. "Fat chance!"
It was then that Ciel, along with the rest of the resistance (and some of the area zero humans), busted in through the door to welcome him back home. Well, tried to, anyways. The fifty or so people trying to get in through the one door at the same time caused a rather comical "traffic jam."
Zero smiled. This was gonna be one heck of a reunion...
Now he was racing back home on his new ride chaser, enjoying the wind whipping his long, golden blonde hair behind him. Most of the planet still looked like the desert wasteland he was in now, but here and there, forests were coming back thanks to the efforts of human and reploid alike. He drove towards the newly improved resistance/guardian base, finally stopping in its garage. "Hey Zero!" one of the mechanics yelled. The others (there were 5 in all) looked up, each shouting out their own greeting.
"Welcome back!"
"Back so soon?"
"How's your ride doin'? Want us to fix 'er up for ya?"
"Hiya Zero!"
Zero smiled at them as he went past. "Nah, thanks for the offer, but she'll be fine"
As he left the garage, he saw the mechanics giving each other sideways glances. Zero sighed inwardly. The next time he'd get back to his ride, he would find it cleaned and buffed. Those mechanics were always taking good care of his bike, whether he asked them to or not. It was just their way of showing their appreciation for what he'd done. Zero smiled again. Not that he minded...
Passing through the halls of the base, he stopped in at the office and filed a report on the patrol that he'd just finished. No one expected him to do any patrols; it was a peaceful time, after all. No one expected him to still be working with the Guardians, quite frankly. But the hero was always alert and cautious, patrolling the wastelands whenever he could, watching for any trouble that might be brewing (there never was any). It was all he did apart from the occasional rescue or mechaniloid extermination. The only things the Guardians really did anymore were peacekeeping missions or odd-jobs people asked them to do. Nothing they needed a legendary warrior for, but nevertheless, Zero stayed and helped.
After finishing his report, Zero headed straight to his room. They had given him special quarters, one bed and quite spacious. If he ever left, bunk beds would be brought in and the room would be given to rookies. Or whatever else the "landlord" had in mind. A door leading to a small bathroom was across from the corner where the bed was, with a sink, counter, and shower. There was even a toilet, but being a reploid, he didn't need to use it (unless he felt like giving someone a swirly... some rookies had at one time gotten extremely close to making Zero drag them off to the wet torture chamber). To his left was a desk with a comfy chair and several drawers. On top of the desk was a couple of personal items, including a picture on the right side of it of him, X, and Axl... Poor Axl. No one knew what had happened to him... On the other side of the desk was a letter...
Wait, a letter? When did that get there? He reached for the letter and picked it up. "To Zero" was written on one side of the envelope that it was in, but nothing else.
"That's weird," thought Zero as he opened up the white paper, pulling out the delicate sheet within. Hand-printed on it were the words; "Hello Zero. It has been quite a while since we've last seen each other. Anyways, there is an important occasion which I would be very pleased if you attend. I assure you that you need not bring your weapon, as none of us will be bringing ours. Sincerely, Harpuia."
Zero blinked. Had he read that correctly? Re-reading it, he came to the conclusion that he had. It still confused him. One of the four guardians had written him a letter? Even after they had been revived (He had killed Phantom, and the others had been destroyed in Omega's attempt to take his arch-nemesis with him) they hadn't had any contact at all with Zero. Zero was okay with that, after all, every time they had met each other before, they were trying to kill each other (with pointy and/or blunt objects, no less). So it wasn't surprising that there was a bit of friction.
Below Harpuia's writing was an address and a time. The address was somewhere in a nearby city, while the time was about an hour from now. If he wanted to go there, it would be but a short ride. Zero weighed his options. On one hand, it would be a great opportunity to catch up on lost time with the four. He had never really hated them, just been wary. And Leviathan was kinda cute, if not as cute as Ciel...
Zero shook his head. Where the heck did that train of thought come from? He re-routed the train and continued.
On the other hand, those four had always been fairly serious about fighting, and this could be some kind of trap intended to catch him off guard, so that they could get their revenge... He shuddered. He'd beaten them one at a time before, but if all of them came at him at once... especially if he was unarmed... Zero shuddered again, slightly more violently. That would hurt. A. LOT. If it didn't kill him outright. After no less than EIGHT close calls, he wasn't about to risk it again. At least, not without a weapon.
The tired hero let out a heavy sigh. He hadn't realized that he'd been holding his breath since reading the sage's name. If only Ciel was here. She had gone out on some sort of "mission" yesterday, and had explicitly asked that no one contact her. Maybe it was that time of month again (she was a human female, after all), but it still didn't help his predicament. Zero had always relied on her advice (not that he admitted it) in times like these, but this time, he was on his own.
Looking at the letter again, he made his decision. He would go. However, he would take his weapons with him. No one, not X, not even Ciel, could make him leave his weapons behind. They were always with him, in the pockets on his hips. Some people joked that they were like the little good voice bad voice things that would float around your shoulders. Only neither of them was particularly adept at telling Zero whether or not to slice stuff into mincemeat. He did it anyways.
Zero put the letter into the pocket of a jacket that was slung over the end of his bed. Hefting the jacket over his shoulders, Zero left his room and headed back to the garage. The five mechanics had left, leaving the garage empty. It had only been fifteen to twenty minutes since he left, and it was getting dark outside, but sure enough, his bike was shining brightly. He smirked.
At least he'd be arriving in style.
Forty-five minutes later, Zero arrived at the house. It was fairly large. "I guess being one of the guardians of Copy X had its advantages," thought Zero aloud as he turned his bike alarm on. Flipping out the kickstand, he left it by a pillar of the small mansion's metal and stone fence. He walked up and pressed his palm against the gate. It opened with a minuscule creak, the wrought iron swinging slowly inward. Walking up the path to the house, Zero saw that none of the lights were on. "Odd. Very odd..." he mused to himself as he arrived at the front door. Maybe they weren't here? He was fifteen minutes early. But then again... "Who the heck isn't there before their guest is?" he asked.
He knocked at the front door. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing. Zero was starting to get frustrated, and grabbed the doorknob. It opened as if by itself. Mildly surprised, Zero poked his head slowly into the entrance room. There was a large stairway to one side, a hallway down the middle, and a polished wooden table to the other side. A sculpture was on top of the table, which had a drawer on the underside. Creamy pink and white marble tiles covered the part of the hall and room he could see, while a luxurious red carpet ran up the stairs, along with an ornate white rail. Stepping further into the room, he looked around to see if he could spot anything else. Suddenly, the door slammed behind him! Zero whirled around, trying to see what had caused the door to close so violently.
It was a decision he would regret. As soon as he had turned around, something landed on the floor behind him. Before he could turn back to face it, it had slammed its fist into the back of his head, rendering him unconscious.
X X X
"Urgh..."
Zero woke up with a headache, blinking slowly against the light. His arms were bound to his sides via a long rope, which also bound anything else (except his hair) from below his neck to above his waist. Only his hands and legs were untied.
"Oi, Harpy, he's up!" yelled a familiar voice. Fefnir. The Guardians had been up to something!
"Is he? Good, just in time. He never disappoints, does he?" replied Harpuia.
"Not even when he's unconscious. Quite the talent." This time, the voice wasn't as familiar. Zero had to strain to remember that it was Phantom's.
"Ehehe, that was a nice hit, Phanny. Almost as good as mine!" smirked Fefnir.
"Why thank you," accepted Phantom, closing his eyes. "Although..." Phantom opened one eye, his hand shifting to where his kunai were kept, "I don't want to have to remind you again about calling me Phanny..." A glowing knife appeared in his hand.
"Aw, come on, you know I was just joking!" Fefnir said back, holding up both his hands in halfway to an 'I surrender' gesture. The kunai was put away.
Zero looked around the room. There was a big screen TV in one corner, with a table not too far away from it. On the floor by the table were presents, while on the table was a punch bowl, a cake, and other refreshments. Above the table was a large, colourful banner. It read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY L-"
Zero didn't have time to finish reading, as Fefnir had grabbed him and jumped behind a couch, after a knock had sounded from the door to the right side of the table. It was the only couch in the room, but it was large enough to hide the four of them, as the other two had jumped behind it as well.
"Hello? What's going on around here?" demanded a muffled female voice. It sounded familiar too, but Zero couldn't quite place it...
"She's gonna be so surprised!" Fefnir whispered with excitement, before he was silenced by a glare from Harpuia.
The door squeaked open, and the person who the voice belonged to came into the room.
"Okay, seriously, if this is some sorta trick..." she came in further. Zero recognized the voice.
"SURPRISE!" Yelled the three male guardians as they jumped up from behind the couch, ironically, surprising the person enough that she jumped. Zero didn't need to finish reading the banner to know whose birthday it was.
"What the-?" exclaimed Leviathan. "What's all this?" she asked, looking at the presents.
"Duh, it's your birthday! Or did you already forget?" smirked Fefnir.
"I thought you had forgotten... you really shouldn't have..." Leviathan was again looking at all the presents, but this time with a smile
"Actually, we didn't. Those ones are from people at the government building," explained Harpuia.
"Huh?" Leviathan looked confused.
"Your real present... is back here..."
Fefnir reached down, grabbing Zero by one of the ropes coiled around him. With dread, he suddenly realized just why he was tied up in the manner that he was.
"Aw, Sh-"
"ZERO!"
Leviathan did a spectacular flying tackle right into Zero (the glomping society later rated it eleven out of ten) and crashed to the floor about two meters from where Zero had been. The other guardians watched with large, idiotic grins (yes, even Phantom) as Leviathan quickly picked herself back up into a standing position, hugging Zero tightly as if he were an giant plushie.
"Where were you we haven't seen each other in ages did you miss me 'cause I sure missed you you look so cute with that bow on-"
"Bow? What bow?"
Zero looked down at his chest. Around his neck, a ridiculously over-sized pink bow had been tied, with a large bell secured in the middle. It looked like something a catgirl would wear. Zero looked slowly over to the male guardians.
"I. am. going. to. Fucking. KILL. You." He ground out. Their grins became impossibly large, threatening to split each of their faces in two.
Just then, the door opened again, revealing Ciel in her usual outfit. She looked over at Zero and Leviathan, and smiled.
"Hey Zero! Hey Leviathan! Happy birthday!" she said happily.
"Ciel?" Zero exclaimed, with a shocked look on his face. "Ciel, you gotta help me! These crazy idiots lured me here and tied me up and-"
"Sorry Zero, I can't help you. It was all my idea. How else did you think a letter without a return address got into your room?" she giggled. Zero stared at her, thoroughly baffled.
"Bu-... Your mission... So that's why you didn't want anyone contacting you! I thought you were having your period!" fumed Zero.
Ciel blushed a deep red as the three guardians laughed hysterically, Fefnir laughing so hard that he fell over. The other two had the foresight to lean against each other, in order to prevent the same situation. Even Leviathan was grinning (although nobody knew if it was from the joke, or the fact that she still had a good hold on her beloved Zero).
After a while, they finally stopped laughing (or getting red in the face from rage or embarrassment) when they had to catch their breaths. Zero still had a dark look on his face when he finally spoke up.
"So this whole thing was your idea, from the reunion to me getting tied up to..." Zero's complaints slowly became less and less tangible as he started muttering death threats under his breath.
"Well, not all of it. At first, I just wanted to get you five back together... But once I heard about how Leviathan missed you, and how her birthday was coming up, I couldn't resist. Besides Zero, the war has been over for a year and you're still acting like it could start up again at any second. I just thought that you should be having a little more fun!" Ciel thoughtfully looked at Zero's accessory. "I must admit, I wasn't the one who came up with the idea for the bow... Although it is a nice touch..."
Zero's face and voice became darker, the death threats rapidly becoming more painful and bloody. Fortunately, no one could understand him.
Another knock sounded out from the door. Everyone looked at it with confusion until it opened up, revealing... X!
"Master X!" Harpuia quickly knelt in reflex upon seeing him. Unfortunately, Phantom, who had still been leaning against Harpuia, was not prepared for the sudden movement. He crashed to the floor, first landing on his hindquarters, then finishing the not-so-graceful-maneuver flat on his back.
"Ow."
The rest of the group looked at him in surprise. Usually, Phantom had the most finesse of them all.
Harpuia looked back at his handiwork. "Oops... Sorry..." he muttered sheepishly.
Phantom moved quickly, getting up enough to deliver a sweeping kick that caused Harpuia to land on his face.
"Apology accepted."
"Geeze Phantom, that really hurt!" Harpuia said as he got up, rubbing his nose.
"That was kinda the point," replied the ninja.
"Do things always get this crazy whenever I come around?" asked X.
Out of nowhere, Zero began to struggle, thrashing his legs wildly about. Caught off-guard, Leviathan almost dropped him, but soon regained her composure (and her hold). Zero stopped.
"Darn it. Almost..." Zero's face once again darkened, his escape plan having failed.
"Oho! Not gonna get away that easily!" Leviathan proclaimed smugly. "In fact..." She held him up higher, leaning back slightly, "you're never getting away!"
She gave him a huge smooch, right on the lips!
"MMMMPH! Zero's eyes shot open, and he once again began to struggle. This time, however, he got away. But not before Fefnir gave a crude whistle, Harpuia and Phantom applauded Leviathan's efforts, and Ciel crossed her arms and looked away, so that no one could see that she was jealous.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" yelled Zero, enraged again.
"What else?" smirked Leviathan.
Before the argument could escalate, X stepped in, "Alright guys, it's time to stop teasing Zero..."
Everyone groaned, except Zero, who was glad that he had finally found an ally.
"Where'd you come from, anyways?" asked Fefnir rudely. Harpuia shot him a dirty look.
"Well, it was Leviathan's birthday today, and I'd heard from Ciel that something was going to happen around this time. I got a bit held up..." here he paused, "but I did try to get here as soon as possible. I invited myself in when I heard laughing inside." he finished as he walked towards Zero. Unknown to everyone else, X had also found something that had been left in the lobby after the guardians had finished up with Zero. And he fully intended on using it.
"Thanks buddy. I owe you one," said Zero as X began tugging on the ropes, unaware of X's sly smile. After about a minute or two, Zero realized that something wasn't right. Sure, the ropes were tight, but X should have been able to get them off by now... and most of the time, X's tugging had been at his hair, not the ropes...
"There! Done!" X happily exclaimed. But...
"X, you can't be done! I'm still tied up!" Zero pointed out.
"Who said I was going to untie you? All I said is that we were gonna stop teasing you..."
X gave his best evil grin. "And now, we're gonna start torturing you..."
Zero looked at his hair, panicking. What he saw did not help his state.
"You braided my hair? X, you traitor!"
"Not only that, but I added another bow and bell to it!"
Zero looked. Sure enough, at the end of the braid, another pink bow and bell had been added. In fact, with his long hair, it made him look even more like a catgirl. Zero's face went red with fury.
"X YOU JERK! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!"
Contrary to Zero's "not funny" statement, everyone in attendance was about to have a fit. Harpuia and Phantom were once again leaning against each other while Fefnir was doubled over, holding both his stomach and his mouth in a failed attempt to stifle the laughter that was starting to hurt his gut. X's smile was defying the law of physics by not ripping his face apart. The only two who weren't laughing were Ciel and Leviathan, who were giving him big, googly, shiny eyes.
"He's so cute! I wanna keep him so bad!" Leviathan shuffled closer.
"Oh no you don't! I get him this time!" Ciel commanded as she lunged forward, landing her face right in front of him. Zero couldn't have avoided the kiss if he'd wanted to.
"Not again!" thought Zero as, for the second time in one night, he was drawn into an intimate moment, albeit slightly longer than the last. When it was over, they drew away slowly, staring at each other's eyes.
"Cheater." muttered Leviathan. Ciel turned around to face her.
"Thank heavens I don't have to keep looking at her like that..." Zero thought again. It had been getting rather awkward...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Phantom holding something. Phantom was giggling to himself.
"Oh man, this is great footage..."
Too late did Zero realize what the object was. "Phantom, where on earth did you get that video camera?"
Still looking through the lens, Phantom answered, "It's been in the upper corner of this room the whole time. I just wanted a close-up."
Everyone stared at him. Harpuia, realizing that he was leaning on thin air, finally succumbed to gravity with a loud thump.
"Oof!"
The group ignored him and continued staring at Phantom. Then they looked at each other. Apparently, only Phantom knew about it.
"Uh, Phantom, what are you going to do with that video?"
"I dunno, blackmail, Youtube, Ebay..." he waved his hand carelessly in the air. Then he realized that the others had heard.
"Oh... Crraaaaaap..." he said as he backed up. Zero's bonds let out an audible snap as they were forcibly ripped apart.
"I am going to MURDER YOU!" Phantom barely avoided the berserk red reploid's sword as Zero began his assault.
"Gotta go! Bye!" Phantom raced from the room.
"GET BACK HERE!" everyone yelled in unison as they chased the mischievous guardian around the property, in and around the house, and every other place a ninja could get to.
Which turned out to be a lot of places.
It had taken most of the night for the group to finally catch up with him. After threatening bodily harm, the revelation of personal secrets, etc, they had finally gotten him to promise not to do anything bad with the video. Well, actually, they got him to promise twice (the first time he had his fingers crossed). And so, after they finished doing whatever they had originally planned for Leviathan's birthday (including eating the now lukewarm cake), they all went back to their respective homes and rooms, tired, happy, and not planning to wake up early next morning.
Zero reflected back on the party, and what Ciel had told him about "having fun". The more he thought about it, the more he realized; Yes, he should have more fun. A lot more, like what they had done last night. And hey, even if he did end up looking like a catgirl...
He'd have to be an idiot to not like scoring with two hot chicks.
X X X X X
Somewhere, not too far away in the desert, a lone figure stood. He had gray, weather-worn skin. His armour was a faded navy, with once-colourful red stripes accenting it and his midriff. What looked like gold or yellow (age and wear had made it indistinguishable) also stood out on parts of the armour. Two large white spikes, one snapped off halfway from who-knows-what, projected from his back. A blue jewel occupied the center of his forehead, while spiky orange hair blew in the breeze of a fading sandstorm.
"Geeze, I hate sandstorms. They always get sand in my joints," he complained to nobody in particular. Ever since he had gotten lost, he had been his only companion. It felt strange at first, but you got used to talking to yourself after a while. After all, you never feel quite as lonely as when you hear a voice, even if it is your own. The figure sat down on a dune, opening up an old burlap sack he had found, and that he had had over his shoulder until a minute ago.
"Lessee what you've got in you there, eh?" he questioned the sack. Looking inside, he found an energy crystal, binoculars with one lens broken, and a crumpled piece of paper.
"An energy crystal? Yummy!" he began gulping it down voraciously. The figure was obviously a reploid; humans can't eat energy crystals.
"Ooh, score! 'Noculars!" he looked through them. "And they aren't completely broken! YAY!"
The inquisitive reploid finally got to the paper. Uncrumpling it, he saw that it was a map, although it was beaten and ripped beyond use.
"An old map? This brings back memories..." and indeed it did. Memories of the day the reckless recruit had first left to search for treasure. He hadn't told anyone; he was gonna surprise them when he got rich! But just before he had stepped into the desert, an old woman in a cloak had warned him;
"Be careful, young one. The desert is vast, ye'll easily be lost forever. Take a map, or ye shall perish..."
"Hah!" he had replied, "I don't need no map! I'll be just fine by myself!"
Before the hag could say another word, he had rushed off into the desert, without a map, without supplies, in fact, with nothing at all.
How stupid he had been.
The figure was lost ever since. He'd somehow managed to find the EC he needed to survive, and occasionally did find something interesting, but not the treasure he'd originally hoped for. Eventually, he had given up on seeing anything alive ever again (except vultures. Those were everywhere.) However, unknown to him, his fortunes were finally changing. Ever since that one stunningly beautiful meteor shower (which was actually Ragnarok), EC were getting easier to find, and the impact of the "meteors" had blasted away much of the never-ending sand, revealing things lost for centuries, no, millenia. The lone figure had actually found things of worth, including an ancient, mysterious staff made of pure gold, covered with every precious gem imaginable. The whole thing was to heavy to carry, but he did snag a one-of-a-kind "blood diamond" off the top of it. So large and so perfectly spherical was this diamond that it could have put the Hope diamond to infinite shame, and would if he found civilization. Hey, he hadn't completely given up on finding treasure.
And now, with the binoculars, he was going to find that civilization.
He didn't know that, of course. He was just happy that he could see three times as far as he usually could.
"Whoa, cool! I can see the whole world through these! I bet I could even see my house!" pausing, he once again spoke, "wait, do I even have a house?"
Whether or not the searing heat had affected his thought circuits, or if he just hadn't learned as many life lessons as he thought he had, the figure was still immature and childish. Suddenly, while scanning the horizon, large gray rectangles seemed to sprout vertically from the ground. Blinking, he removed the binoculars from his visage and looked at the spot normally. There was strange gray blur, straight ahead of where he was. He hadn't seen anything like that for over a hundred years. Small wonder he couldn't recognize buildings.
"Weird..." he thought. Perking up immediately, he started skipping towards them. "big gray things must mean some sort of treasure!" Out of his new "knapsack" (he had deposited his goods into the bag while he was reminiscing), he picked out the diamond. "You and me are going to search for new stuff to explore with us!" he said gleefully. Putting the heavy, basketball-sized rock back into his bag, he continued towards the "treasure", little realizing that what he was heading for would indeed be treasure.
Life's greatest treasure...Friendship.
In only a couple of days, he would arrive at the city, the same city Zero would be in. In fact, Zero would be the first one to spot the ancient figure, and incredulously go out to meet him. The rest of the gang would come out to meet him, too. They would ask him where had he gone, why had he left, millions of questions.
And he would tell them.
Zero would chide him. Idiot, there's no treasure in the desert. That's where he would correct him, then show the group his "lucky rock".
And have half of his new friends promptly faint in shock at the size of it.
But right now, all he cared about was chatting animatedly to the engulfing sands, himself, and his various items. Even in hard times, he was always a carefree soul. So on he went, towards the strange gray, thinking only of treasure, mischief, and... well, treasure.
That is, until he tripped over a dune.
X X X X X
Elsewhere, underground, someone else's luck was about to take a turn in an entirely opposite direction.
Glowing red eyes snapped open, the familiar blood lust began clawing at his mind. Omega, the most feared reploid in creation, the God of Destruction, had woken up. And was far, far from being dead.
He got up, every mechanical muscle rippling as he stood. Looking down at his fingers, he flexed them, and grinned a grin that would chill the soul of anyone who saw it. His platinum-blonde hair waved softly behind him as he looked around, temporarily masking parts of his dark form as it fluttered with deceptive calm.
He was alive, and no one was suspect. And for that mistake...
They would all suffer...
His malicious smile widened, showing his slightly elongated canines in full view. Extremely young children within five miles began crying inexplicably. His eyes, and the blue gem in his forehead, glowed menacingly.
It was good to be back
He was in a room, only a few meters smaller than a football field. The same room that Zero had defeated him in. Omega's grin disappeared. Had it not been for Zero's friends, he wouldn't be in the room now. But no matter.
He'd just slaughter them one by one next time...
The room had only one door, but it wasn't like he'd be sticking around for long. He opened the door, ready to strike terror into anyone who was fool enough to cross his path. Instead, when he saw what lay ahead, he stopped and stared, a blank look on his face.
He was facing an enormous field of spikes, too far by far to jump across. The pit seemed to completely encompass the room he had just stepped out of, and had disappearing platforms appearing randomly across it. The platforms had no pattern in location, or in the amount of time that they took to appear and disappear. In other words, there was no plausible way out without attempting a suicidal crossing.
Omega stared at the pit for several more minutes. His eye finally twitched. He took a deep breath, and...
"MOTHER F-!"
Proceeded to swear incredibly obscenely.
Within a five mile radius, mothers and fathers alike had a very hard time explaining strange new words to their extremely young children.
So, that was my first 'fic, and I hope that you've enjoyed it. As long as you've had a good laugh, I'll be happy. Perhaps I'll write again soon, perhaps not. Until next time!
P.S. I wrote this on September 12th-13th, 2008, based off of a picture I drew for my art class's "Sketch of the week". I was up until 4:50 am writing this, then I started reviewing it as soon as I got up at 9:15am. So... Flame me, give me non-constructive criticism, etc, and you will die a slow and painful death.
Thanks for your time!