Hey, peoples! Thecrazyfanficcer strikes again! (grins evilly) Oh, and if you don't like OOC-ness or WAY too many OC's, you might not want to read this…

Pikasqueaks: Fanficcer, who are you trying to kid? We know you're pathetic already – no need to advertise.

Clara: (slaps him) Come on, dude, TCF's not a bad writer. It's just… It's just crazy, you know.

Magic: Hence the penname, kupo!

Pikasqueaks: (sighs) I'm seriously wishing we had our own narrated cut scene. Not this pathetic script format.

Magic: Why, kupo?

Pikasqueaks: Then Fanficcer wouldn't be standing there, listlessly staring at us.

Clara: TCF! Are you all right?

Thecrazyfanficcer: (sways woozily) On with the fanfic, peoples!

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Ryozo's POV

"Get off me!" I swore.

The woman was calm, but a cold fury was glowing away in her eyes. I saw it sparkling, leering at me as she tossed her green hair over her shoulder and clipped the handcuffs onto my wrists. "No dice," the woman – they called her Sal – said clearly, tightening up the handcuffs' clips a notch. I winced from the pain, but she didn't appear to have noticed. "No chance of that, you little scum." (I couldn't help but notice that, after she said that, there was a disgusted look in those fiery eyes of hers. Was she feeling guilty?)

"Leave. Me. Alone." I calmed myself down, trying to keep my tongue civil. Staring deep into Sal's eyes, I said, "The name is Ryozo. Ryozo Jonouchi." Trying not to flinch from the pain from the tightened handcuffs in my wrists, I contented myself in glaring at her.

"No." Sal was firm, unmoving in her anger. "No, Jonouchi." She stared at me through clear, powerful eyes. "I know that kids can't be arrested, so you'll be going off to juvenile school."

"Juvie?" I spat, finally giving in to wincing from the pain. "You're sending me off to juvie?!"

"Yes," replied Sal, deep and serious. A shadow crossed over her face, and she grabbed me by the arms again. Oh, how I wish I know her last name. (rolls eyes) "Yes. That's where you're going, Jonouchi. You little scum. Come on."

I can imagine how I must have looked then: jade-green eyes glaring at her, deep and calculating despite the fact that my face was contorting into an ugly snarl from the pain, black hair still smeared with white dye flying in all directions, teeth bared menacingly. Sal, however, was unwavering; grabbing me by one arm, she directed me over to the van a few paces away. With a hateful look, she unlocked the back door via her PET.

"Move it!" Sal said sternly, almost pushing me into the extended backseats. As I buckled myself in, glaring at her, she shut and locked the door and emerged from the other end. On the driver's side, she adjusted the mirror above – perfect to glare at me resentfully, I suppose – and almost shoved the key in ignition.

"Now come on, Jonouchi." Sal's tone was strong and self-assured as she turned the key and stepped on the pedal. "Your hands are bound. You can't try to escape."

She's supposed to be kind gentle, caring. Instead I've got this, I thought dejectedly as I slunk from the van window beside my cheek. They were locked by PET; Sal had my personal terminal in the trunk and I wasn't able to converse with Juggler Man either way. I hate this, I thought, looking out the window with a solid, stoic expression. The pastoral side of Dentech City was going past; the backdrop of green grass and cheerful, peaceful livestock definitely didn't match my mood. Turning my eyes away from the window with a sigh, I slumped in my seat.

I'd expect someone with swirly cheeks to be nicer than that.

Mega Man's POV

Lan was cheering.

"Yes!" he crowed, pumping a fist into the air. With his eyes a-closed and his hair all a-flop like that, he looked even more like an anime character than normal. "Yes! That adventure is over! Now my Navi can stay in the Real World and the Internet!"

"I guess this means I'll have to stop wearing living under my Jack Miller alias," I said sadly, touching Lan's our mother's sky-blue contact lenses with a finger as I stared down at the bed. "I kind of liked evading the authorities like that."

Lan grinned evilly, giving me a look. "What is this, Mega Man likes living under secrets and lies, deception and controversy?" he challenged, his mischievous eyes sparkling excitedly. "He's finally learned how to live like a NetNavi who doesn't boss his own Operator around?"

I pushed my former Net Op/current twin brother away playfully. "Seriously, Lan, you really don't think that. I mean, I was just saying."

"Still hasn't changed." Lan stood back, shaking his head reverently. "After all this, and he's still the same old Mega Man." He took a few seconds to close his eyes as he reminisced, but I knew his eyes were still glowing away brightly behind the lids. When he opened them again, the Lannish glint was indeed still there. "It's as if, even after he's learned that all Navis can live between old worlds, he still won't accept it."

"Ooh, big word," I replied casually, tweaking the Interworld Connector around my wrist. I was a nifty bracelet of blue plastic that did just that; without this little beauty, Navis would be caught in a single world, like before. When I looked up, I plastered a mischievous grin of my own onto my features as I smirked nonchalantly. "Since when the expert – yet idiotic – NetBattler Lan Hikari employ in everyday life words such as 'accept.'"

He grinned. Hugely. "Uh huh. But, to get back to it, you know, I do think we should continue living as plain old Lan and Mega."

"I suppose," I admitted reflectively, poking the contact lenses a little deeper into my eyes, "but I really liked living as Jack Miller. Maybe we could do it sometimes."

"Maybe, but I think life is going to be hectic enough in the future as it is." The grin having somehow disappeared, Lan airily waved a hand, though I glimpsed his eyes twinkling away. Trust me, it's not that hard. (rolls eyes) "Chances are we're probably gonna have to use enough codenames as it is."

"Good point." I looked up at the ceiling, biting my tongue nervously.

"Listen, don't worry, 'kay, Mega Man?" Lan slapped me on the shoulder. "It's not like you can't wear your eternally-unchanging human clothes, too, right?"

I smiled as I adjusted the hooded forest-green Adidas sweater I had first donned months earlier. "Yeah, you're right." I paused, casting my mind for something to talk about. Suddenly, I hit on it. "Lan," I said, looking up at him, "do you know what ever happened to that guy who was impersonating Chaud? Ryozo Jonouchi, or whatever his name was?"

"That guy?" Lan's look was more than just mischievous and evil – it was feral. "Yeah, he got sent off to juvie by Sal. I daresay he's not gonna have a good time there." He reflected thoughtfully. "His PET – his Navi's called Juggler Man or something – was the dark blue one with the odd crest Ice Man found during the war."

"Wonder what the rest of the story is?" I mused thoughtfully. "Like, why is he evil?"

"I–" Lan's face contorted; he was lost in thought. Just then, our pleas were answered for us; I heard footsteps from outside the room, and, cocking my head, watched as Mrs. Hikari – no, Mom, but I still have a hard time adjusting to that – entered the room. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed; she was brandishing what appeared to be an ancient newspaper in her hand.

"Look at this!"