It's good to see you," Tron said back. "It'd be nice if you called every once in a while, you know."
"I can't do that," he replied. "What if your brother answered the phone?"
"Number Thirty-One always answers the phone. It's his job. He still can't tell the difference between Teisel's voice and Bon's." The two teenagers sat in silence for a time. "You could have just sent me an electric message," she added. "No one can check those but me."
"I did, didn't I? How else would you have known to meet me here?"
"More than once a month would be nice, though."
Tron said nothing, then stretched out her left hand, which MegaMan quickly grasped. "I don't think this is going to work."
"No, you're probably right. Things being what they are, you and I could never..."
"No," she finished. "We couldn't."
MegaMan sighed and leaned towards her, resting his head on Tron's shoulder. "That's too bad. I miss you."
"Me, too." Tron placed her free hand delicately between his spiky forelocks. "I suppose we could just give up on both our families."
"What do you mean?"
"We could just run off together. We'd be able to survive---we're both good Diggers, right?"
MegaMan chuckled. "That would never work, would it?" His tone was despondent, but Tron felt a little thrill run through her as his hand tightened on hers.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: These are a few
mini-stories I wrote that were originally put up on the forums for
I just started posting them here because I
hadn't been very active in my account lately, and I figured I wanted to
go ahead and put something up here. The trick was to keep them
all under 300 words, and I think all of them are. Yay.