I just meant this to be about comparing the boys to the seasons, but then somehow the navis got involved...and everything went downhill from there XP
Please just ignore the last sentence, it was the only thing I could come up with to end this and its just...ugh. -glares at ending-
Your Moment
Enzan enjoys this time, when life begins to tremulously stir again through the veins of those who notice and green shoots stir and stretch out towards the sudden blue above their heads. Now that he is aware of the world outside the glass of his office, he likes to think that this is what he is, a spring finally stirring after his long self-imposed winter.
(If he is ever asked, Blues would say that he does not think his operator can simply be restricted to one period in the year. That moonlight suits Enzan better than harsh sunlight and, if he must be held to a certain point in time, that he is the twilight, the uncertain junction between light and dark. However Enzan has never asked, so Blues holds it, like many of his beliefs, in silence away from the tarnish of criticism.)
Most of the time, Enzan would say straight away that Netto with his energy and warmth and light is the summer and, if he is pressured, that it was because of him that Enzan has been able to start to truly live again.
Other times when Netto is in those rare moments of stillness, and his eyes are alight with that unconquerable determination to complete the tasks he has set himself, Enzan thinks he is better suited to the autumn and its fire.
(There is no doubt in Rockman's mind that Netto is midday, when the sun reaches its peak, basking the land in warmth and chasing back the shadows. If, in that time, Netto is the sun, he will be the clear blue sky.)
Laika brings the winter with him. His home climate suits him perfectly, Enzan believes, a certain beauty that cannot be touched and can cut you to the core. Netto complains of the cold, slipping on the ice on his rollerblades, the cold, how it gets dark so early and how that in turn makes Rockman decide he needs to do his homework earlier, the cold and so on, seemingly oblivious to the rising level of irritation in the room. Fortunately, before anything violent occurs, it begins to snow and Netto's mood switches from depressed to ecstatic so quickly it leaves everyone dazed.
(To Searchman, Laika is the silence and the cold stillness of midnight ruled by the gentler pale light of the moon opposed to, but still warmed, by the harsh probing gaze of the sun.)
Everyone has a time, a moment that is their own, and together every single piece of time is vital to complete the year and build memories and lives.