A/N: Hello everyone. n.n I know I haven't updated my other story, Can't Lose You, in a while, and I sincerely apologize to everyone that's read it thus far. I'm afraid that I've hit a major writer's block on that fic, and I just can't seem to write any more with it. I've just...lost my inspiration, I guess. I'm thinking about re-writing it a bit, as there are some aspects about it that I completely hate now, and it annoys me to no end that they're still on there. -twitches- Well, I've been occupied with ideas and thoughts for future stories that it's made it almost impossible for me to write down anything for Can't Lose You anyway. What you see below is one of those ideas.

Oh, and I also believe that blues-lover has a fic that is somewhat similar to this? Well, I have no idea when she came up with the idea, so I just want to say that I will not copy/duplicate/re-write any of her ideas into this story. That would be copying and stealing ideas, and I don't want to be someone that does that. x.x

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related, affiliated, or otherwise having to do with Rockman.EXE. Rockman.EXE is completely owned by CAPCOM. All I own are my own characters and ideas such as this fan-fiction so please don't steal them.

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My Life

By: Yian-San

Enzan

I sat, staring aimlessly out of the rain-drenched window of my office. It wasn't often that I had no work to do, but alas, today was one of them. It seemed…rather gloomy today, and not just because of the rain. Okay, so maybe the rain helped the feeling along, but there was just…something. Something in the air that wasn't as it usually was. Blues was away on an errand, and there wasn't much of anyone else that I could talk with. Not that I felt like it either, of course. I suppose most of the time I'm…musing over things. Or working. But like I've said before, there wasn't much work to do today, so now I'm musing. It's either one or the other.

I looked down at the city. It could have been a nice view…had it not been gloomy and wet with the storm. From up here, everything seemed miniscule. Sighing, I turned from the window and back to my barren office. A desk, a comfortable chair, a computer, a PET charger, and a few potted plants were all that was in the room. The rain was pattering persistently at the skylight that took up quite a bit of the ceiling, gray light spilling throughout the room. A dull scene, you might think. Personally, I didn't exactly care.

Out of nothing else to do, I spun slowly around in the office chair. I went past the window…past the desk…and past the window again. Stopping in front of my desk, my eyes trailed down towards the drawers. Maybe there was something in there that could interest me for the time being? It was worth a shot. Blues wouldn't be back for a few hours, so I might as well. I went for the bottom-most drawer for some unexplainable reason, and wrenched it open. Nothing. I was about to shut it when I noticed something in there, in the very back. Pulling the drawer out a bit farther, I reached in for the flat, paper-like object. I flipped it over and found it was a picture. It was a picture of my late mother and me, sitting out in a garden. Dazedly, I shut the drawer again, and stared at the picture. How in the world could it have gotten there…? I could barely remember when I put it there, if at all.

Her silver hair cascaded gently down her shoulders, curling slightly at the ends. I was seated in her lap, a bright, contented smile on my face. I could barely remember when I was able to smile like that. The smile on my mother's face, however, was probably one that no one else could call their own. It was small and gentle, and had a lady-like grace to it. And yet…you could tell in her eyes that she was far more from just that. There was happiness…and delight…and something else. I couldn't quite make out what that something else was, though. I tilted my head, frowning in thought. This…something else seemed to be the strongest emotion that showed, as she gazed at the younger me with her extraordinary smile.

I blinked as I suddenly realized what that something was. It was…love. Her love seemed to completely flow through the picture, and the room suddenly felt a bit warmer.

Love… Wow, I hadn't felt that in a long time. I laid the picture down on my desk and propped my head down on my arms. A small smile came upon my face as I thought back to my mother. As young as I was back then, I could already tell that she had been an amazing woman.

A sudden rush of memories came to me then, ones that I thought I had locked up a long time ago. I welcomed their return, glad that they made my current location seem a bit brighter, and glad that my father was out on a business trip so that I had no worry about him suddenly barging in and disrupting the thoughts. I realized abruptly at how long it had been since I had thought of my past…and my mother. I shrugged to no one in particular. I had been forced to grow up rather fast after all, becoming the Vice President to IPC at a young age. For all I know, I'd probably blame the old man.

I thought back to the earliest memory I could think of. I must have been really young, because it was foggy and unclear…

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A/N: Well, that's the prologue. I'm sorry about how short it is, but it is a prologue-ish type thing after all. n.n;; I promise the future chapters will be somewhat longer. Please tell me what you think!