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Chapter List
- 1-X x Axl oneshot
- 2-Skeletons in the Closet
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Skeletons in the Closet

A/N: Just something I played around with in training while
I zoned in and out and tried not to sleep lol *has pneumonia* Anyway, I�ve had
this idea in my head for quite awhile now, I just never really sat down and
worked it out. I decided to go with a first person perspective to it, I never do
first persons, and I thought it would fit the story more. So I did it journal
style.

Before I get lynched or something for this, please keep in
mind that I�m an X/Zero fan too, I just wanted to try a new angle on things. So
don�t think I did this out of spite or anything. Besides, it is kind of an
interesting idea, I think. I mean, Zero never really talks about what he thinks
or feels, so it�s plausible. *shuts up*

Reviews are nice. o.o

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I have a secret. A deep, terrible secret. I�ve been lying
to my best friend � no, my lover for over a decade now. It�s been
fourteen years since the day I went head to head with Vile for what I thought
would be the final time. Fourteen years since I met (and in a way, cheated)
death.

I could never tell him � not now, at least. I sincerely
believe this one secret, small on the outside but with deep roots, would
completely destroy our relationship, and on a small scale him himself. X has
always been a little on the sensitive side, anyone could tell you that, but he�s
even more sensitive when it comes to us. Despite all the success he�s had
against Sigma and the mavericks, despite the large spike in his popularity with
just about everyone, X is the most insecure person I have ever met. He brings it
to whole new levels.

He�s always questioned his relationship with me, the depth
of my feelings for him, whether I find him attractive, and just about anything
and everything else you possibly could worry about over one person. This
would blow his world apart from the inside out, and I don�t think he�d ever
trust me, if anyone, ever again.

So instead, I write about it here.

I never intended to end my life to save X�s. Hell, I
certainly wasn�t planning on dying that day. I�m not a martyr, or even a big
hero, really. I wasn�t even in love with him at the time, though I�ve adjusted.
I think of my relationship with X as an arranged marriage, with little to no
hope of ever being divorced. Under those circumstances, I�ve found myself able
to become fond of him, even love him in my own way. It sounds cruel, but it�s
the truth.

Here�s what really happened.

We had infiltrated Sigma�s base, X and I, and had split up.
During the time we were separated, X managed to get captured by Vile, who had
every intention of doing the poor sucker in. I don�t blame him for getting
caught; after all, he was just a rookie and Vile�s one mean son of a bitch.

I had gotten to know X rather well over the past seven
months or so before the war, both as a diplomat and as a hunter, and while I
didn�t consider him a close friend (I didn�t have any, to be honest), I didn�t
want to see him dead either. I�m one of the good guys, and besides, X had a lot
of untapped potential; I could see that much already. Long story short, I jumped
Vile in that stupid Chimera of his to do him in.

This is where things start to differ from the story
everyone�s heard by now, I�m sure. I didn�t self destruct. I might be a little
on the crazy side, but believe me, dying was the last thing I�d intended on. I�m
not suicidal. Vile took a cheap shot at me, the rotten bastard. He caused the
explosion himself, not me. See, unlike myself, Vile IS crazy.

I knew I was dying, and at that point in time, X was the
only one within spitting distance of actually getting there in time to stop
Sigma. And again, he really did have potential. That was why I encouraged him
like that, not that I really thought we had much of a chance. I was just
relieved that I wouldn�t be alive to witness humanity�s downfall. I can�t even
begin to go into how surprised I was when I awoke to find that everything was
okay.

There. Now that doesn�t sound so bad, does it? Only, it
gets a lot worse than that. The real problems began after they managed to
rebuild me. And even then things were alright (I mean, hello, I was
alive), until the night after the end of the second war.

X had finally made it out of the repair ward, and he�d
found me in the midst of a very heated argument with a rookie commander. To make
a long story short, I�d discovered that although they�d seen fit to rebuild my
body, they had not felt the same need to give me my room back, or hold onto my
personal items. This, of course, only angered me more, especially when no one
bothered to tell me and I found all this out by going to what I assumed was
still my room. I was confused enough as it was without suddenly finding myself
homeless and without any of my belongings.

I was just getting ready to start pulling punches when X
reached out from behind me and grabbed my hand. I turned sharply, ready to give
the person who interrupted my tirade a verbal thrashing, and he smiled at me,
albeit nervously.

I smiled back. What else could I do? I was happy to see he
was alive and well enough to finally give me some much needed answers, and X
just has one of those smiles. You know the kind I�m talking about; sweet and
innocent, it�s contagious, and you can�t help but return it. So I returned it,
and he covered the rest of the distance between us, flustered and asking us to
not fight amongst each other.

He told me he had my things in his room, and that if I
wanted to, I could stay with him until my room assignments were sorted out and
taken care of. It sounded like the best course of action, I didn�t want to sleep
outside or on a couch in the lobby, so I did. When we got back to his dormitory,
I got showered and changed, and came out feeling a lot better. When I was
finally calm enough to talk to, he seemed to just sense it and explained to me
what had happened since I had died, and what I had missed. Surprisingly a lot,
considering the short amount of time I�d been dead for.

It was at about this time that I discovered X�s little
mistake in my intentions, when I�d been killed by Vile. Apparently, he had been
misinformed about how I had died, and my alleged suicide led him to
believe that it had been for him. He got a little misty eyed, and I� couldn�t
tell him. Not when he was looking at me with so much admiration, adoration,
gratitude� expectation. What could I do? He really thought that I had died for
his sake in some final act of love.

So, I didn�t tell him. I lied instead, and told him I
couldn�t remember anything after stepping into the base. He seemed satisfied
enough at that, although I think he knew I was lying, and probably thought I was
trying to be modest. Unfortunately, modesty has never been one of my strong
points.

He proceeded to spill his heart out to me, admitting that
he was in love with me. Note: he said in love, not had a crush. There�s a big
difference between the two; of course I panicked inwardly at that. I knew I
should have come clean at that point, but he made it so hard, and part of me
didn�t want to. It had been far too long since I had gotten laid, and even some
rookie hunter with the wrong plumbing was looking pretty good to me at that
point. So instead, I told him I understood how I felt, and gave him the
impression that I felt the same way, sealing the deal.

The more I write about this, the more I realize what an
asshole I can be sometimes.

We made love that night, if you can call it that. At that
point in time, there wasn�t much love to it on my end. I think it was his first
time, he seemed nervous, and eager enough (and tight, oh god so tight). It made
me wonder how long he had been pursuing me for before I�d finally found out
about it.

It was my first time with a man, and I learned two very
important things that night. The first was that it was very different from
having a woman, though with X it�s sometimes hard to distinguish between the
two. It was a bit of a learning process for me.

The second� I liked it. Realizing I was bisexual was
probably in my best interests anyway, seeing as everyone and their mother now
thought I was gay anyway. I figured I�d better get used to it. It was a
surprisingly easy transition.

When I woke up the next morning, I had every intention of
telling X the truth about what had happened, and how I really felt, but I� Well,
I didn�t. I�ve never been good at discussing how I feel, something X has been
trying to change over the years. And after awhile, what happened didn�t really
seem to matter anymore. I found a happy medium with X. He provided a sense of
stability I desired, and our relationship was� convenient.

It matters even less now, because over the years I�ve come
to love him in my own way, thought I doubt it�s even half as intense as he
thinks it is. I�ve grown very fond of him over the years, and I think I would be
at a loss without him. That�s why he can never know the truth about what
happened. Maybe one day I�ll work up the nerve, but until then� In this journal
it stays.

Tucked under some old boxes in the far corner of the
closet, my own little skeleton.
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