A Harpy's Alouette

Hey all, sorry for not updating this in a while. I’ve been pretty preoccupied with a lot of things lately, including devoting more time to another fic and my recent lack of interest in lemons. I won’t say much more than that, so here’s the new chapter.

I apologize for the lack of lemon in this, but the next one will be all that, heh heh. Sorry to bring your hopes up, but I thought this chapter was getting quite long. Anyway, enjoy you guys!


WARNING: There is PEDOPHILIA involved with this. If you are not comfortable, then LEAVE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters presented here and I do not intend to make money off of this. They are copyright Capcom and I do not own Megaman either.


A Harpy’s Temptation

The little skylark descended into an empty field, the gentle wind carrying her small body until she fluttered to a stop. Her small talons gripped the surface of the field as she gently picked at a small seed on the ground, plucking it in her beak shortly before downing the tasty morsel. She then looked about the field, remaining stationary as she turned her head this way and that. A beautiful chirp sounded through the air, only to be met by silence. She sang again. Silence once more. The skylark was alone. She hopped about the ground and flapped her dusty colored wings before landing in a patch of tall grass. The dusty skylark looked about once more, then, once satisfied that she was alone, she lifted her right wing and gently began to groom herself, letting out a quiet tweet with each pluck of an unwanted feather.

However, the little bird had not realized she had caught the attention of a nearby predator. Perched upon a dead tree, a large eagle, riddled with jet black feathers, watched with curiosity. As he saw her enter the brush of tall grass, the eagle spread his large wings and took to the sky. The eagle silently soared high above the field and circled around that patch of grass, waiting for the right moment. A normal eagle would’ve screeched proudly as it eyed its prey, but this avian was smarter. He won’t alert the little skylark, not until it was too late.

He slowly began to descend from the reaches of the sky, still stalking the little lark veiled under the tall grass. High above him, puffy white clouds began to roll across the beautiful blue sky.

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Ciel sighed as she stared at the large monitor overhead, taking note of the three red circles on a flat display of the earth. Neo Arcadia had just launched a full-scale assault, moving in from three different fronts toward the Resistance Base. At the rate they were mobilizing, they could reach the base in a matter of hours, and with the size of their forces, the Resistance would be overwhelmed almost instantly. Having refused X’s offer to give him the Ciel System, Ciel, along with the rest of the Resistance, were branded as mavericks. Under X’s orders, Neo Arcadian forces were on their way to eliminate the opposition, as well as all those who opposed them.

“Ms. Ciel, the Neo Arcadian army from the Forest of Anatre has slowed its advance.” Rouge, the senior operator informed.

“Readings from the other two fronts indicate no decrease in mobilization. Our forces in the desert and tundra have not yet encountered the Neo Arcadian armies, and they are showing no signs of slowing down.” Jaune, the junior operator stated.

Ciel paused. If the forest was the only front that was showing significant slowdown, then that must mean Zero has already broken through their lines. “Zero…” She uttered, bringing her arms closer to her chest, almost like an embrace. “Please be careful.”

(BEEP BEEP…)

The commander turned her head upon hearing the double beep from the door, biting back a gasp once she saw Harpuia step over the threshold. He slowly walked toward the commander while the two operators watched from their consoles, but a quick intimidating glare forced their attention back to the computers.

(98…97…)

Harpuia stopped before Ciel, the reploid standing at least a head taller than the young human. There was a tense silence; save for the clacking keys and blipping beeps echoing within the room. “…Harpuia,” Ciel started “…how are you feeling?”

“Fine.”

“Oh…Okay.” She tried to maintain eye contact, but slowly turned her head from his gaze. Besides the fact that he stood a head taller than her, the young scientist knew Harpuia’s reputation. His unofficial title as ‘Terror of the Skies’ was strongly prevalent among the Resistance members. Numerous reploids had lost their lives to him even when he was outnumbered nearly 20 to 1. The lucky few, such as Cobalt, had managed to hold out until Zero rescued him, but even after that incident, his survival only seemed to secure Harpuia’s fighting prowess and his ruthlessness in battle. Only Zero could match Harpuia’s battle ability, so it was the equivalent of a death sentence if anyone else encountered him on the battlefield. However, from Zero’s account, Ciel knew that Harpuia was…“different”. His viewpoint wasn’t the same as either Fefnir or Leviathan’s. He didn’t fight because he enjoyed it; he fought because he had to. Perhaps then, he could be persuaded to help them, fight for the peace that both Neo Arcadia and the Resistance wanted.

(89…88…87…)

“…What has happened since I was brought here?”

Ciel looked up. “What?”

“What has happened since I’ve been here?” Harpiua repeated.

Straight to business…She should’ve expected as much from him. The scientist cleared her throat and looked at the monitor; at least it was away from his eyes. “Neo Arcadia has just initiated an all-out attack on us.”

“What?”

Ciel sighed. “I just spoke with Copy X. He tried to negotiate with me on a means to end the war.” She paused. “He…He asked me to hand over the Ciel System so they could combine it with the Dark Elf. According to Weil, it would be able to solve the energy crisis and give enough energy for all reploids and humans.”

“…But you didn’t give it to them.” Harpuia easily surmised.

“…I’m sorry. I know how much we want to see this war to end-”

“Good.” Ciel glanced back with surprise, seeing the guardian’s steely expression as he stared at the large monitor. “You don’t trust him, and I don’t either.”

(79…78…77…)

“Harpuia?” She asked questioningly. Was he really…?

The guardian sighed. “I’ve lost my faith in Master X…After what he has done; I don’t trust him any more than you do.” He paused before letting out a huff. “He entrusted that Weil with military relations over us…He discarded us like we were just scrap metal…and to send a missile into a residential district…” He tightened his fist. Confusion, sorrow, anger, and most of all, wrath toward Weil swam in his mind. How…How could the idealistic Master X trust him, of all people?! Weil was banished for treason long ago, what made his Master think that he could be trusted after living for decades in exile?!

To give Weil the power of the Neo Arcadian military…to approve the launch of a missile to a residential district…and now…to wipe out the entire Resistance…even when peace was literally in Ciel’s hands…How could Master X do this?

“I won’t fight for him…After what he has done, I can’t trust him…” He shook his head. “You made the right decision, Dr. Ciel.” He regained his composure. “As much as I hate to admit it, I highly doubt giving Master X the Ciel System would have ended the war.”

(67…66…65…)

Ciel was shocked. Even though she barely knew him, Harpuia must be suffering internally. To turn his back on his own Master, one whom he had served faithfully for several decades…Perhaps, peace does have a chance if he…she shook the thought away. No, she shouldn’t ask him of this so soon. It’s his choice, it is ultimately his choice to fight against Neo Arcadia, and she knew that decision alone was astronomical for Harpuia to make. “Harpuia, I-”

“Spare me the sentiments.” He abruptly cut her off. “And even though I don’t trust Master X, that doesn’t mean I will fight for you. I have no interest in fighting for mavericks, and I will never fight against the city I have sworn to protect.”

Ciel paused, letting the words sink in. Even though she wasn’t planning to bring that up, he must have figured it out. However, while it was expected…in her mind, she had still hoped that…no, it’s okay. This was Harpuia’s decision, and she will respect it. “…I’m sorry for what has happened.”

(50…49…48…)

The sage was about to scoff, but quickly held it, releasing a tense exhale instead. “Where is Zero?”

“Uh…I believe he’s in the Forest of Antare.”

“…I see.” Another tense silence hung between them as the sage stared at the large monitor, contemplating.

(43…42…41…)

Ciel paused, trying to think of some way to open Harpuia up, or at the very least, lower the tension. “I um…I promise you amnesty while you are here Harpuia. You won’t come to harm while you are with us.” The guardian didn’t even look her way. “That includes Zero too! I’ll tell him not to-”

“It’s fine.”

Ciel stopped. “Hmm?”

“I don’t intend to prolong my stay here, it won’t be necessary.” Harpuia stated.

(28…27…26…)

The scientist’s eyes widened. Was he really thinking about…?! “Harpuia, you can’t go back to Neo Arcadia in your current condition! The moment you transfer there,”

“I never said I was leaving immediately, Dr. Ciel.” He stated sharply. “I only said that I don’t intend to stay here longer than necessary.” The sharp sting of shame stung anew as he finished that statement. After all, he still had to talk with her about Alouette. The little girl was growing up, and after what had transpired, she was opened to sexual gratification. The guardian himself held the strongest source of blame, but that didn’t mean the scientist was free from it either. She…No, he held the blame. It was his fault as being the main proponent to her sudden impurity. He had discarded his pride and honor by pleasuring a reploid under the age of consent, unbelievably willingly. And, to his own horror, he enjoyed it. The way his fingers touched her soft skin, his tongue caught the scent of chocolates and strawberries, and how her body, despite being only the human equivalent of eight, was…The guardian shoved the thought away. No…He shouldn’t think of her this way. He won’t think of her this way! He had taken her childhood, he committed a crime.

He had raped her.

(10…9…)

Ciel looked back at the monitor, the beeping and clacking keyboards seeming to soothe her, albeit slightly. Standing next to the green guardian was still intimidating beyond measure…but, perhaps, if he won’t physically help, maybe she could get some information instead. Her head perked up. Wait, that’s right. The Resistance has little knowledge about Dr. Weil, the hideous old man who was X’s new confidant. Besides Ciel, the entire Resistance had a mutual wave of distrust about that Weil. Despite his stated intentions, reploids have openly stated throughout the base they could sense his treachery just by looking at his old red eyes. The scientist had dismissed it for mere speculation and perhaps stereotyping, but in her heart, she felt the same way. “Harpuia, do you happen to have-”

(2…1…Now.)

“Mama!” Ciel turned her head and instantly smiled upon hearing that voice, her surrogate daughter Alouette. The door closed behind her as she ran toward her, hugging the neko doll close to her chest all the while.

“Alouette!” Ciel instantly bent down and hugged her, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief. “I was so worried about you. Where were you?” She asked as she looked into her innocent blue eyes.

“I’m sorry Mama. I was talking with Grandpa Andrew.” She lied.

“Andrew?” Ciel asked quizzically. That’s funny, Alouette never liked listening to Andrew’s stories. As interesting as they were, she had always found them boring, and it didn’t help much when he skewed off on various tangents.

“Mm-hmm! He told me a really interesting story! I thought I would get bored, but I liked it!” She responded happily with a smile, but her young blue eyes betrayed her statement.

Ciel noticed the discomfort in Alouette’s expression, her blue eyes concealing some kind of fear. “Really, what was it about?”

Alouette’s eyes widened. Uh-oh! “Um…Oh, it was about…um…” She looked away. Think! THINK! What did Grandpa Andrew talk about?!

Harpuia cursed inwardly. “And who is this?” He asked sharply, taking a step forward. Ciel instantly turned her head while Alouette let out a yelp, taking a few steps back. She hadn’t expected Sage to use that tone, was he mad at her? Did she mess up?

Wait…Just as Ciel turned and began to stand up, Sage gave her a nod. A nod…Oh, that’s right! “M-Mr. Harpuia!” She screamed.

“Alouette, it’s okay.” Ciel turned her head, hoping to calm her down.

“Who is this, Dr. Ciel?” Harpuia asked.

“I’m sorry. Alouette, come here.” She turned her head and extended her arm, opening a reassuring hand. The girl noticed the reploid’s hesitation. “It’s okay, Alouette, I promise, he won’t hurt you.”

The young reploid looked at the guardian, seeing him give another nod. Okay…She gently reached for Ciel’s hand and stepped over, holding her mother’s hand all the while. “Harpuia, this is Alouette. She was a reploid I rescued several years ago from a retirement facility.”

“…I see.” He stared down at the little girl, sending a strong shiver up her spine. Despite the fact that Sage was helping her get past Ciel, Alouette was still intimidated by him. Even though she knew he was a nice person, he can still be very scary. “…Nice to meet you.” His tone was still rough.

Oh, the secret phrase! The young reploid suddenly grew angry and glared at the guardian, at least, she tried. “Hmph! I hate you!”

“Alouette!” Ciel said with shock.

“How could you kill so many innocent people?! I hate you Sa- I mean, Mr. Harpuia!” She suddenly tore away from her mother’s hand and ran past them to the other side of the room, disappearing into the hallway shortly after. For a brief moment, an uncomfortable silence saturated the room, with only the beeps of the monitor breaking the void.

“I…I’m sorry.” Ciel started, trying to hide her own shock at Alouette’s outburst. “She’s normally not like this.”

The guardian maintained a straight expression, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief. “It’s alright. I can understand why she has so much animosity toward me.”

“Please, forgive her.”

“It’s fine.” He paused. “Anyway, you were saying?”

“Huh? Oh! Um…Harpuia, I’m sorry for asking you of this, but do you have any information about Dr. Weil?”

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Alouette let out a relieved sigh as she flopped onto her bed. “That was close.” Ciel had nearly seen through her lie. If there was at least one thing that she knew about her daughter, it was that Alouette could NEVER sit and listen to Andrew’s stories all by herself. Whenever her mother or another member of the Resistance was with Andrew, she would stand or sit and pretend not to be bored, but when she was alone, the first chance she got, she would sneak away from him to do something else. While the scientist was upset at her surrogate daughter’s actions around Andrew, she sympathized with her quite well. Although the old reploid’s stories are actually interesting and even heartwarming, he had a tendency to babble and veer off topic often, not a good thing for a young reploid who emulated the mentality of an eight year old girl. However, Ciel did tell her that when she was mature, she would be able to listen to all of Andrew’s stories and like them, perhaps even ask some questions about them. However, for Alouette, that seemed like a long ways away. It’s not that she disliked Grandpa Andrew, in fact, she felt bad for him to continuing talking even though she was not there, it’s just…his stories…they were so boring.

(BEEP BEEP!)

Alouette gasped and quickly sat up, hugging her doll closely against her chest once more. Her eyes widened as the door began to rise, but upon seeing the first hint of green, she relaxed her body. “May I come in?” Harpuia asked her. He easily took note of her body language…she must have been expecting Ciel at first.

“Oh, sure!” Alouette answered. “Come in!” She watched as the guardian stepped into the room, the door slamming closed behind him.

“Ciel asked me to make a file for Dr. Weil, so I’ll be working on this computer for some time.” Harpuia stated as he walked over to the database, pulling up a seat along the way.

“Huh?” The girl looked quizzically. “But I thought you told Mama that you won’t be helping us.”

“I’m not. Weil has no loyalty to Neo Arcadia, so I don’t have any obligation of hiding any information about him.” Sage answered.

“…But doesn’t that mean that you’re still helping us, Sage?”

Harpuia opened up the Dr. Weil document, pausing briefly to reflect on Alouette’s question. “No. This is just information to use as the Resistance wishes.” He began to add more information to the short file. “Like I said, Weil has no loyalty to Neo Arcadia…so I’m not betraying them by giving them this information.”

“…Oh, okay.” The girl was still confused over what exactly Sage was doing, but she decided to leave it alone. Weil…He was a bad man, and she knew it. Sage though, he was a good person, a good reploid, someone she could trust. Even though he had killed so many people in the past, he really doesn’t seem like a bad reploid. Much to her surprise, he was very smart, and he didn’t seem very scary after she talked with him at the lab. “Um…Sage?”

“Hmm?”

“Did I do good?” She asked

She must be talking about getting past Ciel. “Yeah, you did fine.” He answered.

“Oh, alright.” She responded. Alouette still questioned the idea of lying to Mama, but for now, she’ll trust Sage’s judgment. As she shifted her position, she suddenly felt a cool, damp spot between her legs. Oh, that’s right; she hasn’t changed since Sage showed her that. Alouette didn’t have a spare set of clothes with her while she was in the maintenance lab, so she had to wear the same panties, suit, and dress before she left the room, even though the spot between her legs had soaked her underwear and part of her suit. Silently, she stepped toward the closet and dresser and began to pick out her clothes.

Harpuia hadn’t realized this. Despite the fact he had keen senses as a battle reploid, he didn’t catch the sounds of bedroom furniture or the removal of fabric. He had focused nearly all of his efforts to improving that file, one which had barely been a paragraph minutes ago. The guardian moved onto another section detailing some of Weil’s research, including what history he knew about the Dark Elf and the madman’s previous exploits regarding reploid rejuvenation. His fingers clacked against the archaic keyboard as more and more words were added onto the screen. His mind scavenged the depths of his memories and own files for what he knew about Weil, but the entire time, he hadn’t realized Alouette never left the room. “Hmm…” He stopped and looked over what was added, the document spanning about a page now.

“Mmm…” An audible moan suddenly sounded behind him.

With a gasp, Harpuia whirled around, and much to his surprise, saw Alouette, the girl standing with her back facing him and wearing nothing but her wet white panties. “Alouette!”

“Aaah!” The girl instinctively jumped but quickly recomposed herself. She instinctively covered her chest and turned head, but after spotting the guardian, she hesitantly moved her arms down to her stomach. This shouldn’t be a problem right? After all…Sage saw her naked already…It was nothing to be ashamed of…right? The girl noticed that the green guardian had already turned back around, seeming to focus on the document.

“Sorry…” He sighed. Why didn’t Alouette leave the room? No, how come he hadn’t realized that she hadn’t left the room? He shook his head to get the image out of his mind. No, he’s not going to sink this low, not again. She had shocked him once when she told him what she saw, and he had shocked himself when he committed that crime in the lab. No, he wasn’t going to let that happen again, never again… “I didn’t realize you were still in here.”

“Oh…it’s okay…” She looked down at her feet, her long blonde hair stretching down her back. A blush was starting to take form on her cheeks, and while she was reasoning with herself that she shouldn’t really be embarrassed to be almost naked in front of Sage…why did she feel this way? “I uh…I have to change…”

Sage kept his eyes fixed on the monitor. “I understand…Hurry up.” Again, he shoved away the urge to turn his head. No, he was not going to stare at her. He was not going to repeat what had happened last time. Harpuia dug through his internal files and input more of what he knew about Weil. He constantly shoved away more of those degrading thoughts and typed incessantly on the archaic keyboard, intentionally making some typos in the file just to keep his mind focused.

“Oooh…”

The guardian suddenly stopped. Another moan…was she?

“Mmm…Aaah…”

There was panting now, deep panting as if the girl had just run around the entire base.

“Oh…Aaah…”

The images began to reform in Harpuia’s mind. Despite the fact that she was standing behind him, he dared not turn his head. However, his mind couldn’t help but fantasize. Little Alouette, sitting on the small bed, her small fingers rubbing her panties, her tongue visible from her open mouth as she felt the pleasure begin to overwhelm-

“Mmm!”

Harpuia bit back a gasp. “Stop.” He didn’t he realize that he himself was panting, the image of the young girl arousing him.

“H…Huh?” The girl asked after a breath.

“Please, stop.” He repeated, still not daring to turn. “Get dressed and leave.”

There was silence, broken only by the pair’s breathing. Harpuia continued to battle internally with his thoughts, his morals, and his growing arousal. The memories and feelings of what had happened last time were quickly coming back, and much to his disgust, the lust…the need to touch her small body again, was intensifying swiftly. No…No he can’t think like this! He’s a guardian! He is not a pedophilic maverick! He won’t lower himself to that level; he has honor, valor, and dignity as a guardian of Neo Arcadia!

…

At least…he did…

“Sage?”

“Huh!” Instinctively, Sage turned his head to the left. He was instantly met by young blue eyes, and upon scrolling down, saw that the girl was almost naked, the cute panties, still wet, being her only garment. The urge to look away suddenly disappeared, the guardian captivated by the young girl’s innocent, worrying eyes.

“…Is something wrong?” She watched his expression carefully, her eyes filled with concern.

Sage paused, still looking at the little girl in before him. How…How could this little girl cause him so much turmoil? How could something so natural as a girl’s body cause such powerful shame and guilt to burn into an inferno? “…It’s nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” He sighed and turned back to the computer, maintaining a steely expression while within, anguish and shame continued to burn.

“…You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”

“There’s nothing wrong, Alouette. Please, just let me work.” He stated sternly. He resumed his typing and focusing back on the document, but his concentration suddenly broke when he felt gentle hands press against his inner thigh. Sage gasped sharply and instantly looked down, a reddish hue on his cheeks building from a sudden temperature increase. “Alouette!” The powerful shiver from the girl’s touch quickly diminished, but before the guardian could say more, the young girl began to rub his thigh through the white skintight suit. That same shiver shot through him again, and as Alouette’s hand began to move toward his crotch, Sage grit his teeth to suppress an unwanted moan. “A…Alouette…” He said roughly. “W…What are you…”

“This feels good, right Sage?” She asked hesitantly, stopping her hand movement. Sage did the same thing to her, touched her in this way when they were at the maintenance lab…Did this have the same effect on him as it did her?

The green reploid stared at her, struggling to form what exactly he wanted to say. “Y…Y…Yeah…” He wanted to say more, but for some reason he couldn’t. When he looked into her blue eyes, he couldn’t…couldn’t say more than that for some reason.

Alouette smiled, caringly. “Okay.” She began to rub him again, moving in that spot between his legs, over that green underwear like garment that covered his white suit.

“A-Alouette…” Sage stuttered, his breathing increasing once more.

“Please Sage, let me help you.” She said innocently.

“I just want to help you.”

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The eagle silently landed just outside the patch of grass. He slowly stalked closer into the brush, pushing aside the stalks as he made his way toward his prey. The young skylark continued to groom herself, unaware of any threat; that is, until she saw the large feathers of a predator, poking above the grass.

The next thing she knew, a big, golden talon gripped the ground, and towering above her, was the large black eagle, his green eyes staring deep into her reflective blue eyes.

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So, what’s going to happen next? Well I think you guys know ^_~
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