Fic: "Damage Control - Final Scene" ¤Proto and Mega centered ¤ PG-13 ¤No warning
Bonus, out-of-contest closure of this fic here.
Bonus thinghie
Megaman yelped in surprise - not because he was watching his twin-sister kiss his self-proclaimed worst enemy, but rather because he was not. Something had clamped upon his eyes, effectively blinding him, and he struggled half-heartedly as he was dragged down and away from the window.
“Stop peeping in, Mega. It’s unbecoming of a Lightbot.”
Mega held his pout for a full three seconds, before the lopsided grin won out, breaking onto his face like the dawn. He looked excitedly between his brother and the window, puppy-dog mode on and running at full capacity.
“Hey, Proto.”
The older robot rearranged his shield on the soil, leaned his shoulder against it, biceps flexing as he crossed his arms against his chest.
“Mh?”
“Do you think that Roll will win Bass back to our side?”
Protoman released a sound from deep within his throat, something raw and not completely amused.
“First off, Mega, there’s no such thing as ‘our’ side.” Megaman deflated visibly at the low, level tone. “I’m neutral in this child-game you call the Wars, and you’d better remember it. I let myself be involved this time only because Roll was caught in the crossfire, nothing more.”
Megaman searched his brother’s face and had an hard time not yanking off the mask he wore - he hated that thing. He really did. Not least of all because it reminded him of Protoman’s days as Breakman, their horrible first meeting, their first fight, the one to the death.
He repressed a shudder, gulping down a bitter mouthful to better concentrate of what else Protoman was saying.
“Second off, he can’t ever be ‘won back’, because he was never anything but an enemy - a Wilybot.”
“But…” You’re a Wilybot too, he wanted to say, but wasn’t given the chance.
“And third…” he turned briefly towards the window. When he turned back around, his voice, as well as his posture, had softened visibly. “Yes, she will. Give her time, and she will.”
Megaman grinned.
“You think so?”
Protoman nodded minutely.
“I know so. Lightbots have a way of turning Wilybots from their evil ways.”
Megaman had an inkling that Protoman wasn’t talking about himself, or even Bass. But his voice had taken that distant, pained quality that told Mega he’d better not pry.
For better or worse, he didn’t.
He hoped he wouldn’t regret it.
~*~おわり [x 2]~*~