Ecstasy of Blue

Chapter Two: Hopes and Dreams

By: Bibly

Rock gazed at the sun as it rose into the sky, basking in its early morning rays. Small, cotton-like clouds lay scattered throughout the sky, causing the small bioroid to smile softly. The sunrise was so beautiful, so enchanting... If only he had someone to watch it with. Someone whom he could hold, could love... He sighed, turning his blue-eyed gaze to the roof on which he sat. There would be no possible way to get his object of affection to spend quality time with him without him trying to blow the Blue Bomber’s brains out. Rock sighed again, running a hand through his black hair.

"You love him, don’t you?" someone questioned, startling Rock. Whirling around, he came face-to-face with a pair of sunglasses.

"HOLY-!" Rock stumbled back, nearly falling off the roof.

Blues chuckled. "Whoo, calm down there, bro! Didn’t think you’d react like that!"

"Well, how would you react if someone suddenly shoved their face right in front of yours while you were sitting around by yourself?!"

Blues thought for a second as he rubbed his chin with his hand. A smile slowly appeared on his face as he snapped his fingers. "I’d punch ‘em in the nose! Yep. I’d say that sounds about right." He chuckled as Rock rolled his eyes. "But that’s besides the point," he added, sitting next to his brother. Placing an arm around Rock’s shoulders lazily, he repeated, "You love him, don’t you?"

"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Rock replied quickly, hiding his face from Blues as his cheeks took a pink hue.

Blues’ rubbed Rock’s shoulder, trying to get his younger brother to open up to him. Blues was his older brother, and as such, he had a right to be protective of him no matter what the situation may be. "You’re lying, Rock. And you know I don’t like it when people lie. Especially to me. Now tell me. Honestly." He moved before Rock, grabbing him by the shoulders and staring into his eyes. "Do you love him?"

Rock stared back at him, feeling his face redden even more as he thought of the one in question. Bass... He didn’t want to say anything, afraid that his brother might yell at him for falling in love with the enemy. But he ISN’T the enemy! I know he isn’t! I know! Did everyone else know, was the question that clawed at heart and mind. But no matter what the answer, Rock knew that if he didn’t tell him, Blues would continue to push the subject until he finally gave in and spilled it all out.

Slowly, Rock pulled away. He looked off to the side, watching as a few birds flew out of the nearby forest before whispering, "Promise you won’t get mad?"

"Yes," Blues answered him, raising his right hand. "May my scarf burn in hell if I do. And you know that if my scarf’s on the line, I better damn well mean what I say."

Rock brought his knees up to his chest, hugging them against himself as tightly as he could. He closed his eyes tightly, finding it hard to tell his brother how he truly felt about Bass. If it’s this hard telling Blues, then there’s no possible way to tell Bass! "...Yes. I do..."

"You crazy love-sick fool!" Blues shouted, slapping him on the back with a laugh, knocking the wind out of Rock. Rock stared at him, his eyes wide. Blues was laughing loudly, a large smile on his face. "I knew it! You two always let each other go home alive; I knew something was there as soon as I saw that! It’s so obvious!" Rock blushed. O-obvious? I never thought about it being obvious... "So, when’re you gonna tell him?"

"Are you kidding?!" Rock shouted in shock. "There’s no way he feels the same way! Every single time I see him, all he wants to do is kill me! I can even see it in his eyes!"

"But how about," Blues murmured, pressing a finger up to his brother’s chest, "in his heart?"

"...Huh?"

"Think about it, bro." Blues patted Rock on the back, and then stood up. "Just think about it. I’m sure you’ll realize the truth behind the matter." And with that, he left just as silently as he had came. Rock blinked. ...His heart... He sighed as he returned to gazing at the sunrise, its brilliance glistening in his soft blue eyes as he longed for the only one his heart desired.

Bass’ heart pounded rapidly in his chest as warmth flooded into his body, experiencing pure passion for the first time in his life. He listened to Rock as he moaned, pleasure running through him as he lay in the hands of the one he thought wanted nothing more than to see his death. Bass kissed his stomach lightly, rubbing his hands along his love’s hips and thighs before moving up to face him. Softly, he placed a hand on his cheek, pressing his lips against the Blue Bomber’s lips. He nibbled on his bottom lip, begging Rock to allow him to take the kiss further. As Rock’s lips parted slightly, Bass listened intently to his muffled moans when his tongue entered his mouth, rubbing against his own. The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity; an eternity that Bass cherished with all his heart. Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "Rock... Rock, I love you..." He opened his eyes to peer down into a pair of loving blue eyes, pleading him to continue onward, pleading him to do something that Rock didn’t quite know how to explain… But it wasn’t there. The eyes were empty, void of all emotion, and as Bass stared into them, trying to understand what he was seeing, a loud laughter irrupted from behind him.

"Excellent work, Bass! You’ve finally done it! You’ve finally rid me of that damn Mega Man!"

Bass blinked, pulling away from Rock’s grip. Two loud thumps were heard as lifeless arms hit the ground, soon followed by a loud, pain-filled scream. Rock lay on the ground, fully clothed in his blue armor, but the blue was no longer that azure color Bass loved so much. Instead... it was black and blood red. Rock’s eyes stared lifelessly into the sky, blood dripping from his mouth and every gash in his body. Chunks of his arms and legs had been blown completely away, while numerous cuts bled his life fluids out onto the floor. O-oh no... No! Rock, NO! Bass stared at his love, his lifeless body lying before him. His eyes widened suddenly. But how...? Memories of his past suddenly came to mind. He slowly remembered what he had told Dr. Wily the day he realized his feelings for the blue bioroid. "Next time, HIS blood will be splattered against the concrete, HIS blood with drip off my very fingertips, HIS blood will seep from his body as he takes his last gasps for air before finally dying like the lowly dog he is!!" But how is that possible?! I love him! I LOVE HIM! Bass collapsed to his knees in a fit of tears, burying his face in his hands. "No...no...Rock..." He peered at him through his fingers, sobs shaking his body as he refused to believe the sight before him. Pulling his hands away, he slammed them to the floor, an ear-piecing scream of anger and sadness escaping his mouth as tears slid down his cheeks. But just as quickly as the tears had started flowing from his eyes, his scream changed into an insane laughter. Glancing at the body, he quickly closed his eyes and tossed his head back, his laughter echoing into the endless black void that surrounded him. "He’s dead! He’s finally DEAD! I finally killed him! I’ve killed the one who took away my honor!" he shouted with glee, clenching his fists as his laughter filled the air. But even as he laughed, even as insanity took over his circuits, the hot tears continued to flow from his eyes and onto the face of the cold, lifeless Rock...

Bass felt as though his heart was going to leap out of his chest when his eyes shot open. He was suddenly overcome by confusion as he stared at the metallic ceiling that lay above him. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked about the room, slowly realizing that he was lying within his bedroom. It was just a nightmare. A nightmare. Just... a nightmare... Taking a deep breath to calm his breathing, he ran a hand though his hair a few times, cocking his head to the side as he thought over the nightmare. Part of him was still scared about what he had witnessed, what he had done; the other part...the other part was what worried him even more than what he had just seen. It longed for Rock’s death. Seeing his blood pooling on the floor filled him with a vicious hunger, and as long as that hunger existed, he knew that it wouldn’t be safe for Bass to love him. His arm hung over the edge of the bed as he rolled over onto his stomach, watching as Treble slept silently at his bedside. He sighed. He loved Rock so much, he wanted to be with him so badly, but his programming had not yet given up on his soul purpose. Although he was given the ability to think, to feel, and to make his own decisions, he was still a robot who still had a purpose - a program to which he was supposed to follow. And that program was making what could be the happiest days since his activation nothing more than a faint dream.

Picking himself up from his bed, Bass reached over and scratched Treble behind the ears. Treble yawned as he awoke from the touch. He looked up at his master, who smiled down at him. "’Morning, Treble," he said. The dog barked in reply. Bass ruffled the synthetic hairs on Treble’s head before glancing over at the body-length mirror that hung on the far wall. Stretching, he watched as his abs appeared more defined at the slight movement, then smirked. "I’m one sexy bitch!" he stated sarcastically, laughing to himself. Reaching for his armor, he peered out the window and into the mountains that surrounded the fortress, thoughts racing through his mind without a single sign of stopping.

Blues snickered to himself as he watched his younger brother catch a football some ways away, then lose his balance and fall to the ground with a loud "phump." Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted, "Nice catch, bro! That fall was ever so graceful!" He laughed when he noticed that Rock had begun shaking his fist at him as he continued to lay on the soft grass. Blues was soon at his side, leaning over slightly, and peering down at Rock with a large grin cross his face. "Heheh, that was such a great fall."

"Nya!" Rock retaliated, still shaking his fist at his older brother. "At least I caught it!"

"Yeah, which is hard enough to believe in itself."

"Hey!"

Blues laughed at the look of anger that appeared on his brother’s young, innocent face. "I’m just kidding with you, kiddo. Calm down. Here, lemme help you." Grabbing Rock’s fist, Blues hoisted him up onto his feet, then helped dust him off. "Roll’d kill me if you walked into the house covered in dirt."

Rock blinked. "Why would she kill you? I’d be the dirty one."

"Yeah, but I was the one who took you out to begin with."

"Oh yeah."

Ruffling the shorter bioroid’s black hair, Blues asked, "Well, since I think we’ve both had enough of playing one-on-one football and what have you, and I’m pretty damn hungry, what’dya say we go get some munchies?"

Rock’s eyes lit up at the mention of food. "YEAH! I’m STARVING!"

Blues laughed again, wrapping his arms around Rock’s shoulders and giving him a slight hug. "You’re a good kid, Rock. A little weird at times, but a good kid nonetheless."

Despite the fact he had just been called weird, Rock smiled happily at his brother’s comment. He loved his brother with all his heart; he looked up to him and always knew that when he had something he wanted to talk about that Blues was always somewhere around him, watching him, waiting in the shadows until a helping hand was needed. And, although he was the only one who knew the truth about Rock’s feelings for Bass, he was still very supportive, knowing that the very thought of telling Wily’s greatest creation to date was plaguing him, scratching at his mind nearly every second of every day. Blues tried his hardest to make Rock forget about telling him for at least a short while, but still made sure that Rock never denied is true feelings.

Placing his hands in his pant pockets, Blues smiled slightly as Rock spoke to him, laughing and chatting like a young child would. Although he usually appeared cocky and heartless, Blues carried deeply about his family, and seeing that they were happy was all he ever truly wanted. He knew that the smile on Rock’s face would slowly fade in time as thoughts of Bass resurfaced in his mind, but until then, he was pleased to see that he was having a good time. Blues loved helping his family, especially his younger brother, and knowing that he was chosen as the one to keep Rock’s mind off of his troubles made him feel that - for the first time since he was created - he was doing something worthy of being called the Blue Bomber’s older brother. He smiled when he heard Rock’s boyish giggle ring like a soft bell through his thoughts. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes softened. I can only hope that everything works out, Rock. For your sake, as well as Bass’.

Chapter 3