Disclaimer: I do not own Megaman, Red vs. Blue elements, or ghosts. Hopefully, this story's idea is mine.
I'm going to switch back and forth from third person and Lan's POV in this chapter. I wanted to try something a bit different.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," a brunette said as he looked around. The landscape was similar to the place he had been been to. It just had a different feel and he wasn't outright ignored. However, he instantly knew something was wrong when he saw his own dead body. But, the thing that had him slightly irked was the fact that the tanks were all immediately disabled shortly after his own navi and brother shot him with one of the tanks. Not only that, but the received help was now walking away. "Hey! Get back here and get my body! It's a disgrace to just leave it there!"
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Shortly after the incident, Megaman received help in recovering from the fact he killed his Net-op and brother, aka had that memory wiped and replaced with a fake memory that Lan's death was caused by solo navis and Net-terrorists with no one but his father being the wiser. Lan's ghost was irked even more by the fact that his corpse would be lying out in the open where it lay because no one could be bothered to retrieve it or be told where it lay if someone wanted to.
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"Bow-chicka-bow-wow..." Lan said, the only thing keeping him from being bored out of his mind. Being widely ignored just because you were dead and with no other ghost to talk to, you tend to get bored pretty quickly.
The deceased brunette's spirit walked on until he heard a familiar voice. The brunette grumbled as he climbed up a tree. "Why the heck can't I phase through walls and stuff even though I'm a ghost?"
Sitting on the branch, he could now eavesdrop on his crush.
"So you wouldn't mind?" a girl with red hair and brown eyes asked a pink human-looking figure on her laptop's monitor.
"I said there wasn't anything I'd be able to do about it!" the pink-wearing navi huffed.
"I know, Roll," the redhead said. "So you wouldn't mind if I asked Hub out."
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If I had a physical heart, it would have probably frozen over and shattered into so many pieces. My death... It hasn't been that long and she's already over me? Worse, she wants to start a relationship with my brother, navi, and killer?
"Shouldn't you still be mourning Lan's death?" Roll asked. "I mean, he's been your best friend and you had a crush on him."
"I can mourn for him in my own way," her Net-op replied. "Now, which dress would be better?"
And how, may I ask, is deciding on a dress to ask out my brother/navi/killer on a date mourning for me? I mean, why not just stab a knife through my... Why not just... Why not just call the Ghostbusters on me?
"Maylu, you shouldn't be doing this..." Roll told her Net-op. "Isn't it kind of disgraceful to Lan's memory?"
I can just feel the blank stare accompanied with a slow blink that Maylu gave her navi. "Why don't you just visit his grave and confess your feelings for him?"
... That hurt... I can't take anymore of this. To know that I'm practically nothing to the girl I was ready to start a relationship with... Does everybody else feel the same way? ... I don't really want to find out.
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My crush feels nothing about my death... No grieving, no weeping, no sad smile, nothing... The emotional pain hurts more than I can bear. Some sort of reaction,anything, would have been nice. But indifference...? How am I supposed to live... exist with this knowledge? That my crush, someone whom I was going to start a serious relationship with, feels like my life, or lack thereof, is meaningless...
Lan entered his home, even though he knew whatever family member was there wouldn't acknowledge his presence. He was a ghost, a memory. Only his spirit remained for reasons unknown.
"Lan..." a female voice spoke.
Lan's attention turned to the woman sitting at the table. She had short brown hair, slightly unkempt. Her face was buried in her arm, hiding her brown eyes that were once filled with so much light and warmth. Her other arm, outstreched, reached and grabbed a lone sake bottle that sat on the table. This was his mom, Haruka Hikari. However, the brunette had never seen his mother in such a state before.
"Kaa-san..." Lan whispered before moving his gaze to the ground, his voice breaking. "Kaa-san..." Tears fell. Two figures wept. One a distraught mother who had lost her son, the other that wished he could console the one he was causing such pain.
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Kaa-san... I could understand if Papa was the reason for your pain... He's never around long. But, at least then I could help you... I don't want to be the reason you hurt... Kaa-san... You're always there for me. Always around where Dad was not. But why...? Why can't I be there for you when you need me?
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Lan stood by his mom, trying to help. The sad fact of the matter was that he was dead and couldn't do anything. Helpless... That was how Lan felt. Unable to do anything as he watched his mom try to dull her pain. Try to cope in a way that she was destroying herself. Worse, Lan had a feeling this would continue if nobody sought to help her.
It may seem like it, but I'm not trying to make Maylu seem uncaring. I'm trying to have her go through the pretend-the-person-never-existed approach. We know this almost never works, but Maylu is trying. Maybe she figures Hub is the best way to get through it?
Hurt... Pain... Loss... Uselessness... Will things turn around?