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MML Fanfic Contest Entry 1

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Ending spoilers for those who have not completed Megaman Legends 2/ Rockman DASH 2. This is a bit of an AU when it comes to the ending…

Summary: What if Gatz lived though the fight with Sera? What if there had been no need for a rocket? If everyone continued their lives like it had been another dig?

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The eldest Bonne gazed at the sky almost mournfully. The orange, red, and purple hues of the setting sun danced serenely on the ocean water below it. The pirate’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud clanging below him, followed promptly by the meek apology of a guilty Servbot and a reprimanding by his sister.

Teisel sighed, glancing once again at the sky. Had his thoughts not been so melancholy, the elder Bonne would have enjoyed the scene. A warm breeze drifted up towards him on the crest of the grassy hill, the majority of the Servbots and Bon playing in the background, all the while Tron and a few of the Servbot engineers helped her repair their fallen Drache.

Normally, Teisel would be reflecting on his family’s current situation and taking in the account of all possible resources and advantages to plan their next move. But now, after such a chain of events, the head of the Bonne family felt his confidence wavering like a tall, bony tree in a strong breeze.

He began noticing a pattern which shook him. True, he had managed get his family up and running and watch his sister’s talents bloom. Teisel hoped he’d be able to watch Bon do the same, once fortune decided to shine on them again.

If fortune decided to shine on them again.

That lone thought brought the Bonne back to his musing. He was beginning to notice that it was his leadership that brought the Bonnes to their gloomiest times. It was Tron that really led them to the highlights of their piracy career. Despite Teisel’s efforts, he couldn’t stop the life examples from flooding into his mind.

It was him that borrowed the mass of zenny from Loathe. It was him that led to the capture of Bon and himself, until Tron took action to well pay off her brother’s debt.

It was Teisel’s leadership had taken them to Kattelox, where they met that blue boy. The Bonnes arrived at the island with everything, and departed with almost nothing in contrast to the blue boy’s happy ending. If it weren’t for Tron and her fantastic machines, they would have had even less.

And it was Teisel who had turned the money earned off that giant refractor into an attempted department store. Had he been more open minded as to what products to stock in the store, perhaps it would’ve succeeded.

Teisel sighed yet again, turning his eyes from the crimson sky to the long, waving grass of the hill. The blades danced in the wind without a care in the world, prospering from the rich soil and warm climate. Such a contrast to their lives….

A distant and faint roar of an airship dragged the pirate’s eyes to the sky once again. And for the second time in his life he found himself watching the happy ending of the people in that tiny yellow airship. What did they have that the Bonnes didn’t? Pure intentions? Skill? Was it just being in the right place at the right time?

The pirate’s musings brushed on an idea… He glanced up as another roar of rage from Tron impacted the faulty work of some unfortunate Servbot. The eldest pirate frowned. It was for the better, he was sure, but Tron seemed stressed enough in taking care of her ‘children’ as it is.

Yet another worn-out sigh escaped him as Teisel stood up, stretching in the last warm wind of the day. He began the decent of the lush hill towards the Drache under construction. The oldest Bonne waited outside, listening to the various technical terms flittering through the door as he contemplated exactly how to word his request.

“Teisel? Is something wrong?”

He glanced up at his name to find his sister standing in front of him, wrench in hand with various grease stains covering her face and hands.

Teisel twisted his face in uncertainty. “Well… I was going to ask… I uh…”

Tron raised an eyebrow, overruling her rising impatience with her concern about her normally-confidant brother’s behavior.

Teisel’s eyes darted away from the figure of his sibling to the ground. He glanced back up, opening his mouth to voice his request. Still, no words flowed. Shutting his mouth, the pirate mulled the words over yet once more, attempting time and time again, with the same resulting failure.

Tron’s concern for Teisel quickly melted into curiosity, soon plaguing her with mild impatience as she began to tap her foot on the ground beneath.

“What is it, Teisel?”

The eldest sibling gave Tron a long, tired glance before letting a sigh escape as he turned towards the sea. Might as well make this worthwhile…

“Tron… I have something big to ask of you.” The pirate reached down, plucking a health blade of grass from the fertile cliff face. Not even a moment later, a swift, chill wind swept the leaf from his fingers, the breeze allowing it to soar free from its captor’s hands. “As much as I don’t want to admit it, I’ve failed you and Bon as your brother… And I believe it is time for change. Time for me to recognize that my sister’s brilliance has far surpassed my own.” He paused, letting a dramatic silence pour into the gap.

“Tron, I’d like you to take over as the head of the head of the family.” The pirate finished epically, watching the last hours of the evening fade into twilight.

The sibling in question gaped at what she was hearing. “Teisel…” Tron was silent for a while, everything she was just told running through her mind rapidly. She flung her arms around her brother after a long moment, the force of the hug and the hug itself starting Teisel (and nearly knocking in him off the cliff face in the process, as well).

As the oldest pirate adjusted his balance, he faintly caught his sister’s muttering.

“I won’t let you down, big brother.” Tron let go of her brother, smiling at him before turning towards the damaged Drache. “C’mon! We have a lot of work to do!” She called commandingly to the Servbots around the ship, although not unkindly.

Teisel gave a lopsided grin at the confidence that now lined his sister’s voice. 'Who knows,' he thought as the pirate watched Tron set to work, 'This may just work out.'
Something for :iconmegaman-legends-club:'s fanfic contest >_>...

I don't know how I came up with this one. This could remain a oneshot, or if I manage to not feel lazy enough, turn it into a full fledged fic. I hope I didn't go too out of character, but I tried. Personally, I'm decently satisfied with how this turned out.

Legends owns your soul.

By :icongs-dragono:
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