The Prophecy (Part One) (re-editing)

Chapter One - It All Started With A Kiss

Warning: This story is currently being seriously edited. Read at your own risk. For details, please refer to the very last part.

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Curling up, whirling through the air so effortlessly like it was nothing.. what a nostalgic feeling. It had only been two years of peace, two years without having to fight anything big; but it felt like much longer. Nowadays, I took a shot at any threat, no matter how small, just for that feeling again. My calling, if you want to call it that. Although, Amy suddenly being attacked by a rather large robot was an actual threat.

"You need to be more careful, Amy," I said out of old habit as the robot exploded behind me. I walked up to the pink hedgehog and offered a hand as she stood and dusted off her dress.

"It was a good thing you came, though," She said, opening up her arms to reveal a little plain chao, all happy and dancing in her arms.

I bent down a little to get a better look at it, tilting my head a bit. "It wanted.. Cheese?"

She heaved a sigh. "No, dummy. Cheese has a red bow tie!" She said, clearly pointing out that this chao was completely plain.

"Then.. what?" I asked cluelessly. "And what are you doing in the Mystic Ruins, anyway? I thought you lived in Station Square still.."

Amy hugged it. "That was one of Eggman's robots, right?"

That got my attention. I hadn't even noticed that she didn't answer. "It was, wasn't it.."

"And he's been missing for two years."

"Nocturns again?"

Amy shook her head.

I saw the problem now. None of Eggman's old robots had any way of operating anymore with him gone, and surely not another crazy space clan would try and rough things up. And for whatever reason, the robot was after the chao.

"Well let's take the robot remains back to Tails and--"

"You blew it up." She cut me off. "Here, I'll look. You just hold this little guy." She pushed the chao into me, which I had no choice but to hold.

Holding the little chao gingerly, I watched as she crouched down and started looking through the heap of scrap the robot had left behind. She had gotten much more mature in only two years. I was still somewhat surprised when she didn't beg me to marry her, with her lack of stalking me and all. She would still chase me around occasionally when she got the chance, but not so much. When she did, it was more like us playing together. Not since a few months back when she had arranged an entire wedding and I made the awful mistake of telling her that she went overboard, then ditched her. In a way, she had been weird ever since then. Albeit, she seemed to have it more together now, and although I didn't miss her obsession with me, I still halfway expected it.

And I didn't think she could become more motherly, but she did. She not only dedicatedly helped Vanilla take care of Cream, who was still young, but she volunteered at a daycare center all week. I couldn't help but find myself meeting up with her at least once a day on her lunchbreak or after she got off her shift, just as I passed by. It took me a while to realize it, but she had stopped trying to get me to hang out with her, and before I knew it, I was pursuing her instead. It was embarrassing for me to admit to even myself that I missed her company, but I gradually became used to the idea, and I lived like that every day. Nobody knew except Tails, though. Nobody else could know. If anyone else knew that I willingly went to see Amy every day, they would think that I was finally giving into her, which I almost was, but I couldn't have that. Perhaps I had way too much free time.