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"Damn it!" Weil screamed, throwing his screwdriver in frustration. "That's it, I tire of this! I'll make a dummy mechaniloid instead; all I need is Zero to kill it anyway!" he grabbed the shut down Reploid on the table by the shoulders, heaving it across the lab.
The body clattered to the ground, and immediately Weil heard an enraged roar of protest. The doors to the laboratory flung open, and a streak of gold and crimson flew across to the fallen body. Weil scowled when he finally registered Omega's slender body, free of its armor, crouched defensively over the fallen Reploid, snarling like a beast.
"Enough of your foolishness, Omega," Weil snapped. "Your toy is broken and unable to be fixed. Leave it and return to the hunt for the Dark Elf!"
Omega snapped his teeth at Weil, red eyes narrowing dangerously as they seemed to glow with his rage. Weil scoffed, even as Omega continued to growl like a wolf ready to lunge for a killing strike.
"Do as you want, you mongrel," Weil finally grounded out. "If you think you can fix Copy X, feel free. But when I return, you will return to your search for the Dark Elf!"
Omega crouched down lower, covering Copy X's body with his own protectively as Weil stomped out of the laboratory. The doors swung wide, in and out, and Omega remained in his stance until they stilled, and silence was absolute.
The blond Reploid carefully backed off from Copy X's body, looking down at it with a worried expression. His limited vocabulary was insufficient to expression how he felt, looking down at the broken body, and he could only manage pitiful growls and purrs as he gently lifted Copy X, rubbing his cheek against Copy X's head.
No response, and Omega let out a guttural whine of despair. He looked around the laboratory, eyes darting to find anything remotely helpful to bring Copy X back to life. Although his mind explained clearly why he even cared about this copy of the legendary Reploid X, Omega was almost mindless in his near frenzy of simply seeing him awake again. Memories were useless pictures in his mind, and all he knew was the emotion and feeling associated to those pictures—Copy X was important to him, and he had to help Copy X.
As carefully as he could, Omega carried the prone body back to the repair table, plugging the lifeless Reploid back into the machines and looking at the screen. Weil's other subordinates cowered to Omega simply because he was the most powerful Reploid alive, but they believed deep down, he was nothing more than a mindless beast.
Omega bared his teeth. He couldn't speak well, minus a few words that took him months to memorize, but speaking had little to do with how he felt and thought. Weil was a fool, though—how could such a simpleton of a man believe he could repair the perfect copy of X?
The blond grabbed a connecting wire, hooking himself up to the console near him. He searched his memory files, looking for the memories he personally never experienced but were tied to all the same—the memories between the real X and real Zero, before the Elf Wars.
He scanned each memory of X carefully; every image of him healthy, hurt, in repair, crippled. Hours passed as he sifted through years of memories, memories of battles fought at each other's side, memories of comforting each other, of kisses and embraces behind closed doors, of shared connections and incredible pleasure found in each other. Omega's eyes fell on Copy X's face and they softened to an explicit look of pure, devoted love. He wasn't the same Zero as back then, but he was Zero, and although this wasn't the same X, he was Omega's X.
Omega constructed a blueprint from the memory scans, and when it was complete, he grabbed Weil's toolbox. With a snarl, he set himself to work.
By midnight, Weil returned to the laboratory. The lights were expectedly on, and he snickered to himself, thinking Omega still cradling Copy X's body and whimpering like a beast. When he looked through the door windows, however, he froze with eyes widen and mouth wide open.
Copy X sat on the table, complete and repaired, his eyes open and staring at the red Reploid standing over him. Weil carefully hid himself, listening in.
"Y-you re-re-re-repaired me?" Copy X stuttered.
Omega let out a small purr, reaching out and gently running his knuckles over Copy X's new cheek. Copy X stared at him more, eyes wide.
"B-b-but wh-why?"
The blond's face pinched slightly, and a rumbling sound produced from the back of his throat. Copy X's brow furrowed.
"C-can yo-you not sp-speak?" Copy X asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
Omega cringed away from him, giving a low whine. Was his X, his precious X, going to shun him too over such a mundane detail?
Copy X realized his error, and despite his general dislike of anyone and anything, this man--Zero. He's Zero. Remember Zero? You're not X, but you know Zero.—repaired him. Although the stutter apparently was a fault, even Copy X knew how difficult it was to repair a special Reploid such as X, and in essence, himself. He was destroyed almost utterly, and yet, this blond who was and obviously was not Zero, fixed him to near perfect.
"Don't w-w-worr-rr-rry," Copy X said as soothingly as his stutter allowed. He reached out with both hands, gently grasping Omega by his helmet's cheek guards. "I t-think I-I-I ca-can deal wi-with i-it. Be-besides…"
Copy X gently pulled the plug connecting Omega to the console, ignoring the small wince Omega did when his connection was abruptly put to an end. Copy X pushed the plug into his own port, and a connection was immediately established.
Speak to me like this, Copy X sent.
My X. was the first thing he got back, and Copy X gasped physically. I repaired you because you're my X.
What do you mean by yours?
I'm not Zero, not the one who killed you. I'm the Zero who loves you, who is devoted to you solely. Omega leaned forward, red eyes glittering, a rumbling purr coming from him as he thought eagerly to Copy X. They call me Omega, but you can call me what you will. I only want you to be mine.
Copy X frowned slightly. What if I don't want to be yours?
Omega's purring stopped, and he pulled away, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. It never crossed his mind Copy X would refuse him—after all, the memories was plain in that he and X were deeply in love.
That's the very thing. I am not the real X. Therefore, your feelings are not true for me.
The real X obviously does not love me, or else he would be with me, not that fake. Omega reached out with his arms, enveloping Copy X in his embrace. But you, I can do it right with you. You are X. I will care for you like I failed to before.
Copy X's frown faltered. Care… for me?
Yes. Omega's purring resumed, and he nuzzled Copy X's neck. Be mine. I'll care for you, I'll love you. Be mine. My X.
If only you are equally mine.
I would be yours even if you were not mine. As if to prove his point, Omega tipped Copy X's head back slightly and kissed him.
The connection made the action feel like so much more, and Copy X was left moaning as he wrapped his arms and legs around Omega. The blond growled, a pleased one, and he hugged Copy X fiercely.
My X. he said through the connection.
Copy X smirked and he nuzzled Omega's hair. Very well, my Zero, my Omega.
Weil watched the exchange with both interest and rage, and quickly left the pair alone. He needed to reconfigure his plan to fit this change of events…