KrissyKat91: I need a different job. It's clear to me that I have waaaaay too much time on my hands if I'm coming up with things like this. You know, this looked like it had more to it in my OpenOffice program.

Extended synopsis: Ikki and Metabee win the World Robattle Championship for the third time straight. Unfortunately, this brings the boy's tactical skills and battle instincts to the attention of the wrong person, and he is abducted on the way home from school. Two years later he stumbles through his parents' front gate, traumatized and with little memory of anything that happened to him. Just who was it that kidnapped Ikki, and what did they do to him?

Prologue: Snatched

"IKKI TENRYOU WINS WORLD ROBATTLE CHAMPIONSHIP FOR THIRD TIME!"

This phrase (or some variation of it) was the headline of every newspaper stand Ikki Tenryou passed as he walked home from school, and he couldn't help the grin on his face.

He was far from the first person to win the WRC three times straight, and he certainly wouldn't be the last, but he was the youngest person to do so to date, and that gave him a special place in the hearts of fans everywhere. Unlike Metabee, he didn't expect the praise to last forever, but he was definitely going to enjoy it while it did.

Thinking of Metabee made him glance, frowning, at the place by his side where his best friend usually walked. The KBT-type's body was being upgraded at the Medabots Corporation, so Metabee (who wanted to be seen in his bizarrely chimeric spare body seldom as possible) had stayed home.

And for some reason, that made Ikki nervous.

"We have a visual on the target," a shadowed figure murmured from his position in the back of a nondescript moving van.

"Good," the voice on the other end of the radio said. "As soon as you can, grab him, but make sure you aren't seen. And get rid of that Medawatch. I don't want anyone tracking us with it."

"Yes Master."

Shifting uncomfortably, Ikki glanced left and right. He had the creepy feeling he was being watched, but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.

Shaking his head, he sped up, trying to get home as fast as possible. There was a nasty feeling rising up in his gut, telling him that if he didn't hurry, something bad would happen.

As he jogged down the sidewalk leading to the last turn he had to make to get to his street, he passed a moving van, to which he gave no thought to beyond the fact that it hadn't been there this morning.

The instant he passed it, the back doors swung open. Two cloaked figures jumped out and grabbed him, making him drop his backpack. Before he could so much as cry out, a strange smelling cloth was pressed over his nose and mouth, and everything went black.

"Target acquired," the figure said as his helpers pulled the chloroformed thirteen-year-old into the van.

"Excellent! Have you gotten rid of the watch?"

"One moment." The figure reached down and pulled the white watch off Ikki's wrist. Cracking the door open, he tossed it to the street. "It's gone, Master."

"Good," the voice cackled, "good! You and the Sniper Joes have done well, Shadowman. The three of you return to base with my new test subject immediately. And do not let yourselves be seen! The last thing we need is that thrice blasted Megaman on our tails."

"As you command, Master Wily."