Large and unwieldy fic
Feb. 23rd, 2005 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bobcatmoranI've got three chapters of an unfinished EXE fic on my hard drive. After starting and getting stuck on "Cookies of Chaos," I decided to not ever post a fic on ff.net without finishing it first. But this one seems to be picking up some momentum again. I started it about a year ago, after reading a few fics where Rockman.EXE ended up in the real world for one reason or another, and that got me thinking: What would happen if Blues.EXE got out into the real world as a human? Blues is first and foremost a Navi. He's very good at being a Navi, and in many ways I think is much better at fulfilling that role than Rockman is. So sticking him out in the real world is not going to be the most comfortable mesh for him.
Anyway. The story is set quite securely in the game universe. No specific timeline since, unlike a lot of my other fics, I'm not filling in a gap in Capcom's storyline. Here's the first chapter.
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Ijuuin Enzan was having a bad day. He had quite literally woken up on the wrong side of the bed, stepping on his geometry textbook, which had promptly slid out from under him. Things went downhill from there. Blues seemed a bit off in their morning training session for no apparent reason. His tutor handed back his math test with a B+, and had commented on how below par that was for him.
Then there had been that kid at the NetBattling arcade. Enzan had no idea where the kid had come from, he just sort of popped up and asked if he and his navi could NetBattle him.
“You look pretty good,” the kid had said.
Just pretty good? Hadn’t the kid been watching? Did he have any idea who he was talking to? Come to think of it, the kid did have an accent. Maybe he was Ameroppan or something. Enzan had accepted, and he and Blues had beaten the kid’s navi, a winged creature named Scare-zo or something like that, pretty easily. He had asked Blues for a damage report, and, as always, his navi was unharmed. Then, Blues had said that he had a new e-mail.
“Who’s it from?” Enzan asked.
“It is from the o—” Blues suddenly disappeared in a flash of pink light.
“Blues?” Enzan asked. “Blues?” No response from the PET. “Blues?!” Still nothing. “Blues, answer me!” Silence and an empty screen met his calls.
That had been two hours ago. Since then, Enzan had tried everything he could think of. He had searched the PET twice, tried summoning his Navi, and had even plugged back into the the NetBattling computer and searched there as best he could. There wasn’t a trace of Blues anywhere, not even a shred of data. With a feeling of dread settling over him, Enzan called the car to drive him back home so he could use his PC and run a diagnostic on the PET. Maybe it was malfunctioning, or maybe there had been some sort of trap in the e-mail. The more logical part of his brain said that there couldn’t be a trap in the e-mail because Blues hadn’t even opened it. The Navi hadn’t even gotten out who it was from. Still, it couldn’t hurt to look. He couldn’t access the e-mail from the PET without Blues, so going home definitely seemed like the best option.
Enzan walked up the stairs to his room and opened the door. “Enzan-sama?” a voice from within asked cautiously. There was someone in his room. Crap.
Anyway. The story is set quite securely in the game universe. No specific timeline since, unlike a lot of my other fics, I'm not filling in a gap in Capcom's storyline. Here's the first chapter.
******
Ijuuin Enzan was having a bad day. He had quite literally woken up on the wrong side of the bed, stepping on his geometry textbook, which had promptly slid out from under him. Things went downhill from there. Blues seemed a bit off in their morning training session for no apparent reason. His tutor handed back his math test with a B+, and had commented on how below par that was for him.
Then there had been that kid at the NetBattling arcade. Enzan had no idea where the kid had come from, he just sort of popped up and asked if he and his navi could NetBattle him.
“You look pretty good,” the kid had said.
Just pretty good? Hadn’t the kid been watching? Did he have any idea who he was talking to? Come to think of it, the kid did have an accent. Maybe he was Ameroppan or something. Enzan had accepted, and he and Blues had beaten the kid’s navi, a winged creature named Scare-zo or something like that, pretty easily. He had asked Blues for a damage report, and, as always, his navi was unharmed. Then, Blues had said that he had a new e-mail.
“Who’s it from?” Enzan asked.
“It is from the o—” Blues suddenly disappeared in a flash of pink light.
“Blues?” Enzan asked. “Blues?” No response from the PET. “Blues?!” Still nothing. “Blues, answer me!” Silence and an empty screen met his calls.
That had been two hours ago. Since then, Enzan had tried everything he could think of. He had searched the PET twice, tried summoning his Navi, and had even plugged back into the the NetBattling computer and searched there as best he could. There wasn’t a trace of Blues anywhere, not even a shred of data. With a feeling of dread settling over him, Enzan called the car to drive him back home so he could use his PC and run a diagnostic on the PET. Maybe it was malfunctioning, or maybe there had been some sort of trap in the e-mail. The more logical part of his brain said that there couldn’t be a trap in the e-mail because Blues hadn’t even opened it. The Navi hadn’t even gotten out who it was from. Still, it couldn’t hurt to look. He couldn’t access the e-mail from the PET without Blues, so going home definitely seemed like the best option.
Enzan walked up the stairs to his room and opened the door. “Enzan-sama?” a voice from within asked cautiously. There was someone in his room. Crap.
