in the stillness of these moments by N00dl3gal, literature
Literature
in the stillness of these moments
X bounded down an all-too familiar path. "What did you say happened?" he asked Axl, who was jogging beside him.
"I don't really know, X, he just ran at the guy with his saber out and then suddenly his arm was on my face. Then he passed out," the younger reploid explained. "It finished the Maverick off, thankfully, but that's all I could tell."
X huffed in frustration, skidding to a halt and barging into the medical bay. "Lifesaver?" he called, but she was already in front of him.
"He's rebooting right now. His arm's been reattached but-" X ignored her and stood behind his best friend, watching Zero's face flush as coolant and blood pumped
When the room was empty, the Dark Elf and Elpizo gone, Zero collapsed to his knees. He let out the breath he was holding, the ragged sound echoing in the ruins of the vault. By some grace of otherworldly luck, he defeated Elpizo twice
And yet, as Zero crawled to the shattered pieces of blue, his entire world felt as if it were going to explode.
The details were blurry yet still, but Zero still felt like screaming in agony as he slowly reached out and pulled the nearest piece of blue armor to him. A white gloved hand greeted him when he lifted it, and a brief memory of that hand being offered to him, helping him, encouraging him, flick
Zero slowly pulled his saber apart, carefully placing the parts in a particular order and design at the workbench of his borrowed room. The only light came from the tiny window high on the wall, pouring a single streak of sunlight that conveniently hit his bench; the only sounds were the soft tinks of his metal saber pieces meeting the metal bench, and the clicks of his tools prying the weapon apart.
With blank eyes and cold face, Zero slowly, carefully, placed the last piece of the saber on the bench and stared at the pieces. It needed to be cleaned, which was his intention when he first started on it. Staring at it now, however, Zero offha
Fanfic contains shounen-ai.
Some wouldn't say it to his face, but many believed Zero had a bit of a... complex. They couldn't say what, exactly--some said inferiority complex, some said emotional complex, others would say he was just a cold asshole with a complex for dead people. Zero, naturally, never commented when asked and when pressured, issued his trademark Glare of Painful Death and let the topic wither and die.
Unfortunately for Zero, his great and wonderful GoPD didn't work on... well, the dead.
"Will you quit looking like you're trying to burn holes in my soul?"
Zero dropped his gaze, glaring at the dirt instead. "You brought up