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This fic was inspired by Neko-Salosa's work. I highly suggest you go read her stuff because it is absolutely awesome!

Prologue: Stirrings in the Dark

"Yuuichirou are you sure this will work?"

Hikari Yuuichirou frowned as he continued to type away at the console infront of him. "It worked once before," he said as he continued to work as fast as he could. In the background he could hear the beeps of a heart rate monitor and the noises of a oxygen tank assisting with the person's breathing. "If it doesn't, I do not know what else to try. I could never forgive myself if this fails."

The middle aged man standing beside him sighed and looked towards the direction of the constant beeping. "Little One has gone through to much to die now," he said as his blue-grey eyes rested on the prone and unmoving figure lying on the small hospital bed that had been set up in the lab. He walked over and brushed the bangs out of the child's eyes. It was only a year ago that this child had come under his care and now their life hung in the balance, depending on a miracle to survive much longer. "Don't give up Little One," he whispered to the unconsious 10-year-old.

Dr. Hikari continued to work at a furious pace at the computer. This was a risky process with unknown long term effects. But at this rate, he was willing to do anything for the child that had jumped infront of the shot meant for him. He just prayed this worked.

- - - - -

Five years later…

"Kuso," the brown haired boy cursed as he practically flew down the side walk on his roller blades. "Rockman why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

The green eyed, blue clad navi sighed and crossed his arms across his chest. "I DID Netto-kun," he replied, "YOU just refused to get up. You're 15-years-old Netto-kun, I shouldn't have to get you up every morning."

Hikari Netto scoweled but said nothing as he ducked and wove between the few people on the side walk. There was still time to make it before homeroom. There was a small flash of grey out of the corner of his eyes. The boy blinked and turned his head to look in the direction. If he didn't know any better he could have sworn that grey flash looked like some kind of dog; but when he looked there was nothing there.

"Netto-kun look out," Rockman cried.

Netto blinked and looked ahead moments before he crashed into someone. "Itai," he hissed after sitting up, having been knocked down.

There was a soft chuckle before a hand entered Netto's vision. The boy looked up to see a man who looked to be the same age as his own father. His hair was a whiteish grey and it was pulled back in a small ponytail at the base of his neck. His blue-grey eyes shone with laughter as he helped Netto to his feet. "You should be more careful," he laughed.

Netto blinked but nodded, a little uneasy since the man was wearing the uniform of a police officer. His badge labeled him as a member of the police that dealt with net crimes. "Gomen," Netto muttered before a bell clanged in the distance. "ACK!" Netto quickly took off once more, having recognized the bell as the one from his high school. He was late!

The man laughed and shook his head. "Why am I not surprised," he muttered before turning his gaze to a small grey form standing a few feet away. "There you are. Come on, I just got word that she's waking up."

The artic wolf's ears immediately perked up upon hearing the news. His tail whipped back and forth in his barely contained excitement.

Thank the gods, Little One was alright.