Kakurenbō
He raced through the wind and rain, breathing hard despite the fact he didn't actually need the air. But he ran off human-like instincts, his boots kicking up mud as he ran through what many would call a hurricane. The raindrops stung his exposed cheeks in their speed, but the icy bullets felt good against his heating body.
He took a chance look to the left and immediately dashed to the right, rolling under the low covering and was finally sheltered from the storm. Water ran down his armor in bright rivulets, dripping on the concrete and quickly forming puddles. With a groan he wrung out the tail of hair he sported, but it would take some time to dry. Zero made a mental note to get the thing thinned out--this was getting ridiculous.
The warehouse he managed to get into was dark and, by the musky smell, unused for quite some time. In others words, too perfect, and Zero turned back to the rain. This time he took the effort to heave up the warehouse door, flakes of rust lazily floating down and sticking to the slickened metal of his form. He was going to need rigorous maintenance cleaning by the time this 'mission' was complete.
Zero took a deep breath for no reason at all, closing his crystalline blue eyes as he did. He took the moment of total silence after his inhale to listen. His scanner was temporarily unblocked due to the clarity of the warehouse, and before Alia could attempt her new frenzy of getting in touch with him, he used his scanners.
He should have gone left.
Zero hurled himself into the rain again just as Alia's voice came through and immediately she was cut off. A hurricane still managed to knock out even the most sophisticated of transmissions, something Zero both valued and cursed. But it brought something new to his quest: his target would be in the storm, not in a shelter. He really should have gone left.
Zero backtracked to that intersection and took the left hand path, racing down an ally formed between two crumbling buildings. The destroyed sector of Abel City was dangerous in its instability, worse yet in a storm like this. But that's what made it so perfect, and Zero was honing in on his target.
He kicked off the left wall and immediately launched himself to the right when it began to cave in on itself. Rapidly he jumped from wall to wall as it began to fall, and at the top he jumped over what remained of the left side. He barely managed to land on what was left of this building's second floor, and his first foothold fell through with his leg.
Zero hissed in slight pain, but he managed to drag himself onto more stable ground and freed his leg. They really needed to do something about these massive boots Reploids wore.
It was calmer inside, but the holes in the walls and ceiling still brought in the howling wind and stinging rain. But he was close now, Zero knew, that gut feeling in him always correct when it came to this. He had to give the other credit: this time he actually had to look, travelling a good ten miles to get to this point.
But it all came to an end when he threw open the door to an old office. Before he could gloat his triumph, however, Zero found himself tackled to the ground, the bit of air he had in him knocked out and temporarily stunning him.
Before his target could take off, however, Zero quickly recovered and rolled over to his stomach, just managing to grasp the fleeing Reploid's ankle. He used the drenched surface of the floor and his armor to his advantage as he pulled the Reploid back while sliding himself forward. The Reploid didn't lose his balance, however, and managed to spin out of Zero's grasp.
Zero grunted and rolled to his back, but the target didn't flee like he thought he could. Instead Zero let out another, louder grunt when his target flopped on top of him, straddling his torso and slapping his palms into Zero's pauldrons to force him down.
Zero still managed to smirk before X bent down and kissed him, the expression persisting for exactly two seconds before it melted and he returned the affection, raising his arms the best he could and grasping X by the elbows. The kiss deepened for only a moment before X pulled back with a gasp, his emerald eyes dancing. Zero looked him over, and noticed he was rather dry compared to Zero's own soaked appearance. He had been waiting for quite a while.
"I still win," Zero said cheekily above the wind, pushing himself up so he could rest on his elbows.
X rolled his eyes. "I was here for three hours waiting on your slow butt." He pushed Zero back to the ground. "And you said you were so good at tracking!"
"In a friggin' hurricane? Give me a break."
"Perfect weather for hide and seek," X snickered as a small hole gave way above them, and rain began to trickle down, landing right on the bright jewel of Zero's helmet.
"And something else," Zero smirked again, grabbing X into a bear-hold and rolling them away from the offending hole in the ceiling. Under that old desk could work.
X smacked him in the chest once before Zero kissed him, but regardless of the blond's words, they spent the moments curled up under the desk out of the rain, alternating kisses and embraces. As childish as their game was, X couldn't imagine them not doing it. They could always call it 'training' if the higher ups complained too much.