Icy: I can't believe you're starting ANOTHER fanfiction, when you have two totally not uploaded, one that's just on the beginning, and a ton of homework.

Arisa: well it's not MY fault that I have a wonderful imagination.

Icy: that could be interpreted wrong.

Arisa: …get your mind out of the gutter.

Icy: no, rather, YOU should get your mind out of the gutter.

Arisa: curses under breath I forgot she can read my mind…

Icy: That whole thought about the-

Arisa: clamps hand over Icy's mouth ABOUT the butterflies in flowery fields was so beautiful!

Icy: oh yeah, sure. If you're so innocent, why are you writing a yaoi fic?

Arisa: I told you, I blame my mind. And seeing as you're my muse, I blame you.

Icy: okay, sure. Pass the blame. I see what kind of a coward you are.

Arisa: you can't exist unless I let you, so I suggest you stay on my good side holds up a muse-killing dagger

Icy:…you wouldn't.

Arisa: I Would

Icy: whimpers

Arisa: Now, directs attention towards audience I have a few things I'd like to go over.

Icy: first, the disclaimer We do not own Rockman.exe.

Arisa: second, the warnings: yaoi/shounen-ai, some colorful and less child-friendly language, violence (Blood, death, etc), slight ooc'nes. You get the jist, so I won't spoil the story. Also if you hate OC's, I suggest you don't read this.

Icy: last, the dedication-

To Luke B,

who introduced me to my new found obsession for the Rockman.exe series, who taught me to look at life and love from all different directions, who let me open up and express myself without any condemnations, and who loved and supported me every single day.

For Love and Revenge

Chapter One: The Real Child Prodigy

"Father! Look! I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it!" A scrawny black haired child laughed out heartily as he finally kept his balance on the little green bicycle and rode it around the grass.

"Haha! Atta' boy!" The father clasped his hands in delight as he watched his son enjoy his new-found talent. Secretly, he was also relieved that this nine year old boy had finally learned how to ride a bike.

"Oh look at you!" A shapely woman approached from behind the father, and also saw what her son had accomplished.

The boy rode up with a toothy grin and happiness shining in his emerald eyes. He stopped in front of his parents and braked a little bit too fast, causing him to tip over and fall off the bike. Nevertheless, getting up and brushing himself off, he insisted he had achieved perfection.

"Aren't you proud of me, mother?"

"Absolutely. I'll always be proud of you, no matter what, Rukku."

"And you, father?"

"Of course."

The boy smirked and crossed his arms. "Then when can help run the company?"

"Once you're old enough, my son."

This answer did not seem to please the child, nor keep him from bringing up the subject for long. As the trio walked back to the house, or shall we say mansion, Rukko spoke up once again.

"When will I be old enough, father?"

The man sighed. "Soon, hopefully."

A teen sat, staring out the window with icy blue eyes that could pierce a soul through the heart. He watched as the butlers carried his father's large suitcases into the mansion. The man stepped out of a limousine and look dejectedly at the sight in front of him.

The man was always like this. Every time he came home from a business trip, he always seemed disappointed to be, well… home. The teen didn't understand. He didn't understand why his father was so callous. How his colleagues seemed to think the man was the greatest thing since sliced bread boggled the teen's adolescent mind.

But after all, in his own fathers words, he, Enzan, was just a nuisance, and a disgrace to the Ijuuin family. Enzan knew the only reason he had been given the "honor" of being vice president of IPC was because his father needed someone with the family name to carry on the business after he passed away.

Enzan secretly hoped that day would come soon.

"Enzan-sama." His net-navi prodded, awaking his owner out of his trance of hatred.

"Yes Blues, what is it?"

"Your father requests your attendance in his office right away."

Enzan sighed, picking up his PET and clicking it in its holster as he began to trudge with dread towards his fathers face of wrath. He wasn't sure what he did wrong, being such a secluded, obedient son, but knowing his father, if the business trip went bad, Enzan would be the victim of his father's venting.

Walking past the foyer where servants busily unloaded his fathers luggage, Enzan finally reached the office room. Resting his hand on the golden doorknob, and enjoying the last few seconds of peace, he finally opened the door to hell. His father sat in his large black leather chair and looked out the window with a pure look of exasperation.

"Enzan, how many times do I have to tell you? I want the RX2 limo to pick me up from the airport, not the RX3. You know I can't watch the news from the RX3 because of its poor signal." His father didn't look at the boy, but rather, glared at him.

Enzan clenched his fist, digging his nails into the palms of his hands. His patience had been exceeded for the day, and to his misfortune, a snide, witty remark poured out of his mouth.

"Gee, nice to see you too, father. It's only been three months you've been gone. Sorry about the limo. I hope you know, I did call the company and told them to pick you up with the RX2, and as a matter of fact, I even requested they make a separate post-it note and leave it for the driver."

He crossed his arms, staring intently at his father. In his mind, he was kicking himself, knowing his comment would get him some sort of punishment.

"Ijuuin Enzan, uncross your arms right this instant. How DARE you talk back to me!"

Enzan let his arms fall to his side, but not once did his cold, blue eyes unhitch from glaring at the man.

"I am your father-"

"and I am your son. You get that? Son. S-O-N. You know, someone you're supposed to care about and at least remember their birthday once in a while? Someone you're supposed to talk to and have meaningful conversations with. Do you even know what grade I'm in?"

"Enzan, I've had enough of your attitude!"

"Answer me father! Do you even know?"

"Go to your room!"

"You don't know." Enzan crossed his arms once again, now unafraid of any punishment his father could bestow upon him. It didn't matter at this moment; Enzan was too infuriated to care. "You have no idea what grade I'm in, do you?"

"…"

"Do you!?"

"Of course I know!"

"Tell me then, father."

"… you're in the eighth grade."

Enzan scoffed then looked away quickly in disgust. "You're only a few years off." He shook his head and fixated his eyes on the man with mixed emotions. "That was three years ago. I'm in 11th grade now. Thanks for caring, dad."

He turned and began to walk out the door, leaving his father speechless. He slowed his pace in hopes the old man would apologize, but of course, he didn't. However, he was glad that his father didn't come charging after him to backhand him across the face.

Upon reaching his room, Enzan shut the door and began to walk over to his desk, but then….stopped. He didn't know why, but he just froze in the middle of the room. He crossed his arms and hung his head, pressing his lips together tightly. His heart felt as if it was about to explode from all the tears he had been holding back over the years. He had always doubted that the man knew anything about his son's life, but somehow the teen held onto a false hope. Now, Enzan was sure that the only relationship they had was the fact that he was vice president, and his father was president of IPC.

When he finally closed his eyelids, tears poured out from the corners of his eyes. Only minor sobs could be heard, and that was if one had been standing right next to the teenager. Very rarely did he cry, and the few times he did, he learned it was best to keep quiet when doing so.

'why even bother calling you 'father'?'

That night, clinking and clanking of forks and knives against plates was the only sound that could be heard in the banquet hall of the Ijuuin residence. However, while his father blatantly carried on eating with ease, Enzan couldn't find the need, want, or ability to swallow anything. How could he think about eating when he was sitting across from the man he was beginning to think was the devil?

The lack of conversation only served to make Enzan envious of another family. Like ibuprofen on an empty stomach can be bad for the body, the jealousy in his empty heart was just as threatening. He was reminded of the time, years ago, when the clueless, over-hyped-on-sugar brunette, Hikari Netto, begged Enzan to stay for dinner.

"Enzan, pleeeeeeeeease?"

"Thanks, but no thanks." Enzan walked down the steps of the front porch, away from Netto's inviting home.

"Mama made brownies!"

"Yes Enzan, why don't you stay? We certainly have enough to eat for one extra." Haruka helped her son's pleading by joining the conversation with an irresistible smile of kindness. Even in Enzan's normally cold heart, he couldn't help but feel warm and fuzzy in the Hikari residence.

He sighed then quirked half a smile. "Oh alright."

"Yes!" Netto grinned childishly in victory. Enzan found it strange how the little runt could be happy to be dining with his best and worst rival. Even though Enzan would never admit it, he knew if he needed a friend other than Blues, he could always turn to Netto.

When the food was set on the table, Enzan listened as the family talked about the day's meaningless adventures, and joked kindly with one another. Haruka and Yuuichiro took an interest to finding out about Enzan's own family life, and which in answering, he made seem better than it actually was.

But it struck him. Even though they were only being polite, they at least cared to ask.

Yuuchiro seemed like the best loving father a son could have. A good example was Saito, and how Yuuchiro dedicated his research in effort to save his son. T he way he cared about Netto seemed like a foreign tradition to Enzan, or at least a forgotten memory.

But the person that got to Enzan the most was Haruka. The sweet, caring mother that Netto was so lucky to have made Enzan remember the one loving woman in his life that had passed away so long ago. Her warm smile reminded him of the few days he remembered seeing his own mother beam at him happily with a heart full of joy and love.

Being with this family made Enzan awaken a feeling he had sealed away with the rest of his emotions. True, being around the Hikari's made him happy…but…he couldn't help but feel a bit lonely…

Awaking from his reminiscent trance, Enzan realized he had subconsciously nodded as his father excused himself to leave the table. He watched as butlers picked up the empty plate, and then prodded the boy to whether he was done with his plate as well.

He foolishly bobbed his head and muttered some form of 'yes', letting the butler carry away the untouched plate. Watching the food walk away now made him realize how hungry he was.

'I wonder if the Hikari's have eaten dinner…no, that's foolish.

Enzan scoffed at himself mentally, as he imagined himself waltzing over to the house and inviting himself in for dinner. It would be demeaning, tasteless, tactless; he couldn't believe he had just even thought of doing so.

'Get over it, Enzan. It's just one missed dinner.'

But the truth was, that in attempt to toughen up, he wasn't taking into account all the previous skipped meals of the days past. Going through kitchen, he somehow felt the need to 'sneak' an apple out of it. The butlers had worked hard to make dinner, and he felt somewhat bad for discarding a perfectly good meal. He figured one of the hungry servants would probably eat it instead, and after walking up to his room with the red fruit in hand, he disregarded the thought.

Flopping down on his bed, Enzan studied the apple before biting into it. After deciding for himself that it didn't look poisoned, he averted his thoughts to another subject as he bit into the fruit.

'I wonder what life would be like if I had parent's like Netto's…'

Arisa: Gomen. I know this story was short, but I kind of want to skip ahead way further in the future after this, so it only seemed appropriate to do so by switching chapters.

Icy: -drool- I wouldn't mind being that apple…

Arisa: and you said my mind was in the gutter.

Icy: -shruggs- ah well. When ya gunna get to the shounen ai?

Arisa: patience! It won't be for a while. I've got a lot planned, y'know?

Icy: yup.

Arisa: that's all you have to say?

Icy: Its 11:43 PM. Of course that's all I have to say. I'M TIRED.

Arisa: fine, then lets wrap this up.

Please review! Arigatou!