Disclaimer: I do not own the MegaMan series; that includes Sean (Shuryou/Shun).

We all know what happened to Sean (Shuryou/Shun) prior to MegaMan Battle Network 2, but not in great detail. This is just my little spoof on how I think his life was before the game.

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MY LONLINESS

Prologue

The News

The four-year-old boy tossed and turned in bed vigorously, making incoherent noises as he thrashed about. His eyes suddenly snapped open and he bolted up in bed.

It was just a dream, he thought, but it was so real. Bringing his arm up to his face, he wiped his forehead on the sleeve of his pyjama top. A feeling in his lower regions told him he needed to go. Pushing the covers off his body, he slid out of bed and made his way out of the room and into the hallway. Making sure he wouldn't wake anybody up, he carefully made his way to the bathroom, being sure to avoid the creaky area in the middle of the floor.

The boy suddenly stopped after feeling something brush past his bare foot. Glancing down, he saw that it was just the household cat. Crouching down, he put a finger to his lips and let out a quiet "Shh" before continuing on. His hand soon came to rest on the bathroom doorknob. Slowly, he turned it and walked in.

"Cold floor. Cold floor," he whispered as his feet touched the ice-cold floor tiles. Closing the door behind him, he felt his way towards the light switch and flicked it on. The boy instantly brought his hands up to shield his eyes from the bathroom lights. Upon seating himself on the toilet, the boy took a moment to think about his dream he had just woken up from not too long ago.

It seamed so real. It was almost as if it really happened, he thought. Satisfied, he pulled his pyjama bottom back on and flushed. After quickly washing his hands, the boy made his way back to bed. Climbing back among his sheets, he pulled the covers up to his neck and laid there for a few minutes before closing his eyes and slowly drifting back to sleep.

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The boy awoke to the sound of running feet and voices outside his door. Turning over onto his back he yawned and stretched. Ever since his midnight awakening, he had spent the rest of the night in a dreamless sleep. Getting out of bed, he opened his door into the hallway and walked over to the bathroom. Not surprisingly, he found it locked.

"Who's in there?" he called out as he rapped his knuckles against the door.

"I am," a male voice replied.

The boy sighed and leaned against the wall. He could hear moans coming from the other side of the door. After a half-hour later, the door opened and a teenaged boy walked out. The former quickly went in and locked the door behind him. Taking out a stool that was stored between the counter and the toilet, he placed it in front of the counter, stood up on it, and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

"Bed hair," he muttered as he grabbed his toothbrush. A few minutes later, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of corn flakes in front of him. As he ate, he listened the TV in the next room.

"And that's it for sports," the newscaster announced, "And now for a look at world news. Last night at approximately 1:13 AM our time, a plane was reported to have disappeared from scanners as it was heading towards Electopia. Officials were quick and found the plane after a witness had spotted it go down. Traces of virus activity were found inside the craft's main computer system."

"Officials believe that these viruses were implanted into the system deliberately," the boy heard a female voice speak, "We now take you to an interview with one of the officials."

By now, the boy had left the table carrying his bowl of cereal and sat down at the coffee table in front of the TV in the living room. He could see a young woman wearing a green frog-shaped cap. Next to her was a brown-haired man wearing a lab coat and a pair of green sunglasses.

"Thank you, Ray," said the woman, "This is Ribbita and I'm standing with a man from the Official headquarters, Mr. Famous. Mr. Famous, thank you for your time here."

"The pleasure is all mine, Ribbita," the one called Mr. Famous said.

"So tell us exactly what you think is going on."

"Of course. Well, we were able to salvage the plane and after performing a scan of the computers, we've determined that the cause of its failings was due to a virus implanted into the system. We ran through the official records and I can safely say that this could be, in fact, the biggest NetCrime ever."

"Interesting. Have any of the bodies been identified yet?" Ribbita asked.

"Only a few. But once all the casualties have been identified, we'll notify their families right away," Mr. Famous replied.

"Well you heard it here first, folks. This is Ribbita from DNN News and now back to you, Ray."

"Hey boy," the man sitting on the sofa called, "Shouldn't you be getting dressed." The boy nodded silently and quickly finished his breakfast. He took his bowl and spoon to the sink and went upstairs to his bedroom, unbuttoning his pyjama top along the way. He son reached his room and changed into a pair of grey pants, a pair of white socks, and a red T-shirt. He was just zipping up his blue and white hooded sweatshirt when he was called downstairs. He walked into the kitchen where he saw a woman with light brown hair working at the counter.

"You called?" he asked timidly.

"Well yes," the woman replied, "Do you think you can help me get dinner ready tonight? We're expecting guests and your uncle has to work and your cousins have school."

"Yes, auntie," the boy replied. He put on the small apron that was handed to him and stepped onto the stool that had been placed at the sink. He could see a large pile of fruits and vegetables right next to it.

"Wash those," his aunt ordered. The boy obediently plugged the sink and turned on the water. As he waited for it to fill, he thought back to the news report on TV.

I wonder who could've done it, he thought as he rolled up his sleeves. By lunchtime, the produce had been washed and after a quick bowl of ramen, the boy was left on the living room couch watching TV while his aunt finished up in the kitchen. As Denta and Denko came to and end, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Door!" he called out, keeping his hands wrapped around a cushion just as he had always done whenever he watched television. He aunt came in from the kitchen and walked past the living room to the door. He could here her opening it and the sound of footsteps as someone entered.

"Here he is." The boy's aunt walked into the living room. Behind her was a man with blond hair and blue eyes wearing grey pants and a spotless blue jacket. The young child turned from the TV for a moment and looked up at the newcomer.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Is this your name?" the man asked as he held out a piece of paper. The boy took it and looked at the writing for a moment before looking up and nodding.

"Well son, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." The man sat down next to the boy.

"I'll leave you two alone. I have a pot to attend to." The aunt turned and walked back into the kitchen, leaving the two alone in the living room.

"Well," the boy began.

"Well…"

The boy looked down at his socked feet for a moment. He was a little uncomfortable, talking to someone he had never met before.

"Let me introduce myself," the man said, "I'm John, an Official NetBattler. Have you ever heard of Mr. Famous?" The boy looked up at the man.

"Y-yes," he replied remembering the news broadcast earlier that day.

"Well, he sent me to find you," continued the Official, "And I'm afraid I've got some bad news." The boy sank back.

"Well you see, your parents were on their way home after a business trip. Their plane ran into troubles on its way back from Netopia when a virus somehow managed to get into its computers…"

That was all the boy heard. He bolted from the sofa, dropping the cushion in the process and ran into his room. He buried his face in his pillow and started crying. The Official came and stood just outside the door. He watched the boy as he cried. He wasn't one to bring bad news, especially to children like the boy, but he knew what he had to do. There was no other way to tell him.

"I'm sorry, Sean."

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And so ends the prologue. In the next chapter, Sean will go through the harshness of living with his relatives. They only seemed nice in this chapter, but now that they know that Sean's parents are gone, things are going to be different around the house.

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