Blues approached the pastel clad female navi as she was ending her conversation with her net operator from a shiny cybernetic floral headpiece adjusted close to her left ear.
The mysterious female navi averted her attention to the stoic red navi as he stood close before her and scoped her out from head to toe. Slightly shorter and slender framed, the navi appeared to be modeled to be around the same age as the reserved crimson navi. Long strands of her pitch black hair rustled as Blues circled observantly around her.
'What kind of fighting navi doesn't wear a helmet or visor?' He thought to himself.
She wore silver-metallic laced fishnet tights underneath her light cream blue skirt patterned with a series of small blossoming black flowers that was similar to the intricate china-plated ceramics that he had seen many times from Enzan's dining quarters during his master's childhood. Her shoulders were bare as her solid yellow crop top over fiber-laced trimmings that allowed the sleeve straps to rest delicately to the sides of them. A pair of white gloves covered only three quarters of her arm, passing her elbow.
Blues scoffed thinking how absurd and impractical her delicate attire was instead of a real combat jumpsuit. 'God knows how she makes it through the Net on her own. All for show.'
"And just who you might be?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously on her.
She looked at him in an effort to see through his shades and read his thoughts. Blues fixed his gaze into her deep-set purple eyes. Her expression softened with a certain warmth behind her eyes at him.
"That's not important for you to know," the beautiful navi answered softly and turned as she began to walk away. Before she was out of his reach, Blues quickly caught her wrist in his firm hand.
"Name yourself, woman," he demanded curtly, indiscriminately clenching tighter around her delicate wrist.
Literally, her frailty vulnerable in his hand.
She stopped. Suddenly, he felt her arm relax in his stubborn grip. To his further surprise, the strange female navi turned to face him in a calm manner.
Was she displeased with being addressed by as 'woman'?
"Blues-san..." she sighed in resignation. "If we ever met again, I hope it will be on less aggressive terms. "
Then she stepped into close proximity towards the red maverick, who was staring cautiously yet intrigued at the ethereal navi as her face inched near his face that she could see the outline of his eyes through the dark visors. She gently placed her hand on his wrist and pulled her arm out of his grip. But then with the same arm, the angelic navi laced her gloved fingers into his tense fingers and lifted it to her face, playfully swiveling his hand between their fixed gaze.
Slightly taken aback, Blues flinched a little by her touch but did not let go even after a couple seconds passed.
This was the first time that anyone has ever touched him.
It was strange that he noticed this but even stranger that he was letting someone or something do this.
He barely knew her.
Holding his hand. ..
He wasn't even a human.
Intertwined...his...hers...their fingers together shared the warmth and tension.
It was absurd.
"And looks can be deceiving," she said unintimidated with a kind smile which made him even more uncomfortable yet drew even more curiosity about her.
Slender fingers fit into his lithe ones as she pressed her small palm against his. It was an unknown sensation to him as though there was nothing more tangible that he ever felt before than her gentle hand relaxed into his.
Flashbacks of romance movie scenes that Anetta would usually force Enzan into watching with her, where the male would usually kiss the female's hand like a charming gentleman. Those overrated clichés always made the apathetic navi disgusted by the overly dramatic and unrealistic fantasy that entertained the small brains of females.
But his fingers responded to her hold with a insistent but soft press around her hand. There was a feeling of total serenity that engulfed his cautious demeanor.
As he was getting slightly distracted by this, her hand pulled away unexpectedly from his which caused the wary red navi's hand to fall back to the side of his waist. But not before feeling something soft and light-weight replaced in his now, loose grip. In the palm of one of his hand was a small bluish-purple flower that glistened. He frowned as he looked down at it.
"Who are you?" Blues stiffened impatiently, quickly refocusing from the obscure item in his hand back to the female navi.
The soft-spoken navi chuckled with hint of respectful endearment as she slowly began to levitate away from him until she was out of his reach.
"Only on a more official engagement will you have more information," she answered softly.
Blues watched as she began to stream through the skies between the skyscrapers of the Net city until she disappeared from his sight.
'My mind...data core,' he thought smugly, envisioning all the pesky viruses, Netnavi civllians he had to rescue, and an strange female assisting him a few moments ago, 'must be seriously corrupted.'
He remained unmoved but underneath his dark shades his interest was somewhat piqued by the serene demeanor of the new navi as well as her...interesting appearance. She reminded him more of the hologram models in digital notebooks as some useless maiden in distress from a fairy tale setting more than a fighting cyber navi.
'How frivolous' he thought as he shook his head in slight disbelief. "Hmph."
The red navi held the fragile flower up to his face in observation. He wondered why she left it for him and how she knew his name.
'A violet?' Blues held back a small smile as he decided to store this in his memory drive, watching the tiny violet reduced into pixels until it completely vanished before him. He decided to make his way back to his mainframe before Enzan noticed his absence.
"BLUES, logging out," a computerized voice said as soon as his body digitized away into a million pieces until he was entirely gone.