Zero Goes A-Rockin'
Zero would admit there's a sort of satisfaction in killing his enemies. The whole fact they would never bother him (and the others, of course. Of course.) again and he could move on to more things to kill just had that feeling of almost peace. He was a combat model after, so was it so bad he got a bit of euphoria when he killed something? As Maverick as that sounded, he would admit it. Okay, maybe not in those words because then he'd get thrown out, but hey, he'd admit it in some fashion.
But this feeling was beyond that. It was like his brain going off in fireworks that was both incredibly painful but so incredibly fucking awesome he was almost instantly addicted. That sense of Oh yeah, I beat YOUR ASS DOWN was amazing. Like borderline orgasm amazing. Of which Zero wouldn't really know, because only God knows when he last got some.
God was still quiet though, so no snappy comeback.
But hey, back to the moment at hand. Because that feeling was gone in an instant, and Zero did the most retarded thing possible.
"Oh my God!" Zero cried (almost like a valley girl even. Damn you, Ciel.) "Are you okay?!"
Copy X was sprawled on the floor, both hands clamped over his mouth as he stared at the floor with wide eyes. A little bit of blood came through his fingers, and at the way his eyes were shimmering, Zero actually seriously felt like an ass.
That feeling really intensified when he recalled how awesome it felt to punch a kid in the face.
"You…" Copy X muttered through his hands. Zero barely heard him (he really needed to clean his ear ports.) "Y-you… punched me!"
"That was totally an accident." Zero said, cringing. Because it was true—Zero didn't punch people, he shanked them. Punching, especially out of nowhere in the middle of a peaceful discussion, was just a dick move on his part.
At the very least Zero should have stabbed him. That'd be more in line with Reploid Conflict Etiquette.
And then Zero's feelings of being a jerkass soared beyond comprehension, because Copy X looked up at him and was crying. Zero had both the urge to rip his own hair out at his insensitivity (because Copy X looked like X. And X crying made Satan feel like shit.) and to drop next to Copy X and give him a big hug. And maybe an ice cream.
"Noooo…" Zero moaned softly, feeling incredibly helpless. One did not kill a sobbing X-clone. That was just inhumane. "No, don't cry. Stop, no… please, don't cry!"
Copy X wailed. It was so pathetic and pitiful, Zero was on the verge of crying himself. Good God today sucked! First the impossibility of having a peaceful morning, then his inability to quit thinking stupid shit, then the spike pit, and now he made a kid cry! Why couldn't today just be the normal go here and kill shit day?
Before Zero could let loose his own hopeless wails, the entire building began to shake incredibly violently. Although it didn't seem to bother Copy X, Zero froze in the middle of sinking to the floor, one eye squinting weirdly at the opposite wall. Surely those were massive footsteps he was hearing? Maybe Copy X's crying triggered some sort of security? That'd make a lot more--
HOLY JESUSKABOB the wall just exploded so randomly and violently, Zero screamed like a little girl. Dust and bits of debris rolled over the other two Reploids, and after his shriek ended (and awkwardly had a few seconds of silence afterwards; how embarrassing…) Zero heard Copy X make some weird happy sound. And then he heard the roar.
When the dust settled, the massive armor of freakin' doom that was Omega towered in the middle of the room, the wall he came in through all but gone. Zero randomly wondered if this base had insurance.
Copy X was somehow already perched on the giant armor's shoulder, one hand holding onto the helmet as the other pointed accusingly at Zero. Zero now saw he had badly split Copy X's lip.
"S-see what h-h-he did!" Copy X cried. "I ch-changed my mi-mind! I don't wan-wa-want him joining u-us!"
Joining them? Zero's eyes slowly ran from the bottom of the huge armor to the top of it. "Omega is your lover…?" Zero asked quietly.
Copy X huffed. "O-of course he i-is!"
Zero was old and a pervert. Immediately his mind attempted to picture tiny little Copy X and massive Omega getting it on.
Can't. Unsee.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaahhh…" Zero said slowly. "I… think I would have refused even without the accidental sucker punch."
Copy X took note of Zero's hesitate tone and the way his eyes were as wide as saucers in a terrified expression. "What the h-hell are you im-imagining?"
"Well, c'mon… you're small and cute, and he's… so… well. Not."
And then a laugh came from Copy X and Omega's direction, and it definitely wasn't Copy X. Zero squinted one eye again as he stared at the huge Reploid, wondering how the hell it could have a voice like that.
It was a rather sexy, evil laugh, but Zero really needed to focus.
And then his mind imploded, because Omega's chest suddenly split open. Instead of blood or mechanical parts raining out of it, a bit of steam wafted out, covering the hole. The armor relaxed, and Copy X clapped his hands in glee, split lip forgotten (and repaired thanks to advanced auto-repair. Somehow Zero still felt like an ass.) and something came through the steam.
"What the shit!" Zero cried, pointing at the figure emerging from the armor. "That's my look you poser!"
The normal-sized Reploid hopped down from the armor, standing to his full height and grinning. Zero's statement was somewhat true—the Omega that came out of the armor looked almost identical to Zero, the only differences was that his eyes were a demonic red color, his clothes a more blood-red, and his hair a few shades paler. Otherwise, he was Zero's twin, and it was weird, like looking into a mirror that didn't copy you correctly. Freaky weird.
"Actually," Omega said, his voice deeper (and sexier. Zero simmered in jealousy) and a bit huskier. "It's my look, and you are the poser."
Okay, that was a low blow. Zero was proud of his looks, and did not like the idea of being the one called the copy-cat. It was childish, but now his pride was on the line. "I call bullshit."
Omega shook his head slightly, his hair moving silkily at the movement (in a much more attractive way than Zero's. More jealousy.) and he chuckled again. "My poor little copy, so deluded. If you had said yes to Copy X, I wouldn't have to kill you."
And then Zero remembered Omega was Copy X's lover, and while he had to fight a grin (because c'mon, they looked like Zero and X, and that was appealing.) a much weirder thought came to mind. "Dude, we look like twins. Whoever is a copy of who that's like… masturbation."
"And?" Omega raised an eyebrow.
"And…" and Zero had nothing to say to that, because suddenly he felt guilty. Why did he feel guilty?
God was back! Because you have no problems with that idea.
Okay, this was too weird. "I think I overstayed my visit," Zero said awkwardly. "So I'ma… go."
Omega fixated a look on Zero that made him freeze, although why he wasn't sure. It wasn't exactly a leer or a glare, a sort of in between, that was both creepy and kinda neat at the same time. Red eyes had some supernatural thing, Zero decided, because no way did normal colored eyes do such cool things.
"Think on the offer," Omega finally said. "I quite enjoy the idea and wouldn't mind at least trying it."
"What about him punching me!" Copy X cried from his perch on the armor.
"Sweetheart, he killed you before and you were still fine with the idea. I think a punch is forgivable."
"You're just a kinky freak!" Copy X wailed in a pouting tone.
Yeah. Zero definitely overstayed. So he left.
~*~
Zero was reacting to this in a bad way. He knew it, X knew it, Ciel knew it, everyone knew it. When he returned and X happened to visit, Zero demanded to know the truth. And sadly, Omega was right; Zero was in a copy body.
After the initial disbelief and miniature break down ("Why, X!? Why couldn't you make me as good looking as I originally was!?" "B-but Zero, that isn't important. " "Still!") Zero had requested some time alone to fully digest this news.
Damn today sucked.
After about five minutes of getting himself to believe the truth (cause frankly, this was to be expected. Zero's life sucked, as emo as that sounded, so he wasn't really all that surprised) Zero found himself incredibly angry at Omega. No, not angry.
Really, really fucking jealous.
Sure, Zero's mind, heart and soul were still his own. He was still uniquely Zero despite the copy body. But Omega had all that power, all that sexiness and obvious badass-ness that came with being a Zero and a villain. A villain was always badass (well, good ones anyway. Lookin' at you, Wily.) and combined with Zero's natural badass-ness… that meant Omega was a God of Destruction too!
Jealousy wasn't green, it was red with bright blond hair. Omega, God of Destruction. One did not get more badass than that.
And even worse than all of that? Yes, there was something worse, something that made Zero stare at his mirror with defeat and near tears in his eyes. Something worse that made him want to give up on the world, because it was so unfair. It made him want to be a teenage human, because then he could bitch and complain and not lose awesome points for it.
Omega had his own X.
Zero grumped at his reflection. That was the most unfair part. Apparently he had miles of confidence to Zero and got the second best prize in the whole freakin' world.
What if, when Zero turned him and Copy X down again… Omega tried for X?! If he got Copy X so quickly, who knew how suave this guy was?! And then the ass would have both first and second prizes, and Zero would be weeping in the corner like a loser.
But it wasn't like Zero could say yes. Cause then X would never forgive him. It was a frickin' lose-lose situation.
"Fuck me," Zero muttered at his reflection. This was such a crappy--
"With pleasure."
For the second (third. He won't admit the facefault in the base happened) time, Zero shrieked. He whirled around, seeing Omega perched on his now open window's sill, giving him that awkward look of are you serious?
That totally didn't happen. Zero refused to acknowledge it. "How'd you get here?" Zero hissed. Even crouching in the window Omega looked sexy and awesome. How did he do it?
"I'm here for your answer, but considering what you said, I suppose that's a yes." Omega grinned. Even that was…
Okay. Zero had to take a moment to stop. He was far too fixated on Omega's inherent sexiness to be comfort or healthy. And that didn't even include he was still considering taking their offer. For peace, of course. Of course. He'd use his new, uh, 'connection' to find Weil, kill the freak, and then safely get rid of Omega and Copy X. Sounded like a plan.
Except he'd be with Copy X when Omega wasn't around. That made Zero wonder, what if Copy X wasn't around? He briefly lingered on that thought. It was sort of hot.
Great. Now Zero was a homosexual pedophile narcissistic whore.
He couldn't get much worse than that, right?
"No!" Zero finally snapped back to reality, because Omega was suddenly not in the window anymore and uncomfortably close. YES, uncomfortably. Very. Maybe. Kinda.
"No!" Zero shoved him away. "No, that was not a yes, it's a figure of speech! What happened to giving me time!?"
Omega's grin didn't change. And that was more creepy than sexy. "We're impatient, myself moreso."
"Fine, then my answer is no!" Zero could play this game. Keep Omega from X, get X for himself, he'd be equal to the ass in no time! And then he could kill him. Yessss, shanking.
Guttered. So bad.
DAMN IT.
"I don't take no for an answer."
"… what?"
Suddenly Zero was tackled to the floor, and he flailed in a panic. He punched, kicked, shoved, everything possible to get Omega off him. If this was a typical yaoi fanfic, naturally Omega would be able to deflect all of this and keep Zero pinned, proceeding to ravish him right there on the floor of his own room in the Resistance Base with no one hearing Zero's hollering.
For once, Zero was lucky. His palm smacked right into Omega's face, keeping him arm's length away. "For the love of God, someone help me! "
And the door bust down, for the cavalry had come! Ciel and a few soldiers flooded the room, all of them with guns. They pointed them at the pair on the floor and Omega looked at them—well, he did the best he could with Zero's hand pressing his face back.
Ciel and the soldiers froze and stared for a bit. The entire room went quiet and still as shock registered. Suddenly a clap rang out as Ciel put a hand to her nose, and Zero swore he saw a little trickle of blood.
"We thought you needed saving," Ciel said, looking around awkwardly. "So, uh, sorry. Excuse us."
Zero flailed. "I do need saving! Ciel! Ciel!!"
One of the soldiers, a red-headed Reploid female, also pinched her own nose. "If I were you," she said, ever so bluntly. "I wouldn't want to be saved."
"That is kinda hot," Colbar, what a creep, said from the back of the group.
Zero wailed.