A/N: Eh, I think I'll make it a two shot. While it's sometimes nice to leave some parts up to speculation, it doesn't really feel right to leave this guy with no more information. I'd like to expand on it, so here we are. Please enjoy.

"Curious..."

Curious indeed were Neptune's thoughts as she gazed in the direction that Histoire had just been flying in. The little Oracle had always seemed to become melancholic and perhaps a bit sad, like she was reminiscing.

Time after time, Neptune and Nepgear had dismissed it, as she would never stay in such a mood for long, and any inquiries were met with a smile and a dismissal.

"GROAR!"

"Nepu!"

With a side step, Neptune brought her greatsword swinging sideways, an ancient dragon's wings clipped as it fell to the ground, its head severed.

A pair of engines above her whined ferociously as Neptune groused, "Hey, I'm sorry that I had to move so quick! You're both prototypes, what did you expect? Yeah, so I brought you two out to do some testing for Nepgear's new jetpack, but you could at least be a little bit cooperative!"

Slash!

A winged dogoo that had just burst from the cloud cover fell to the ground to join the ancient dragon.

Neptune's eyes perked towards the direction that Histy had just been flying in, as she tapped the pair of engines, directing her center of gravity to move westward.

The engines responded, their simple intelligence modules activating as they followed the commands of their operator. Boosting westwards, Neptune's thoughts drifted, her body on autopilot by slashing through any hostiles that intercepted her midair. Anything that approached her was cut apart with her massive greatsword, specifically created for midair combat and with any larger than normal creatures. It had been christened the Mk2 Claymore by its creator, her sister Nepgear.

Neptune's thoughts wandered, flitting between looking around to her surroundings both to observe for threats and the view, to more light hearted thoughts about pudding. Dozens of monsters dropped to the ground below from absentminded blows from her blade, the spoils from their corpses finding their way in her inventory automatically.

A few glimmers of fairy dust had Neptune adjusting her flight pattern to begin descending, the tell tale signs of Histoire spotted as the oracle entered what looked to be a violet tinted R&D facility.

"That looks like a Planeptune facility..."

Such thoughts were on Neptune's mind as she entered the Research Facility, eyes glancing over the ancient construction and overgrown plant life.

It was as she passed a laboratory that she came upon the wilted petals of a purple hyacinth, the plant having been moved by the wind as she turned her eyes upwards, to the sight of an ornate chair seating a skeleton. A spooky scary skeleton in fact-

"Dude, please. Not now."

Much like before, the figure was dressed in their red cloak and purple pants, the remains of their corpse still quiet and unmoving.

And atop their head, sat a familiar little book Oracle.

Their eyes met, purple irises staring into baby blue ones, the room quiet as no words were exchanged.

"Histy?"

"Neptune?"

Neptune's gaze swept over the room, taking in the details of the place as she asked cautiously, "Histy? What... is all of this?"

Though Histoire's eyes became downcast, a small smile lingered at her lips. Her arm motioned grandly, as if welcoming the place as she mused, "This place is Planeptune's beginning. The first ever building that would one day become the basis for the Planeptower itself, and of nearly every single building in Planeptune."

Her eyes came to rest upon Neptune as she said, "It is also where the CPUs were born."

Her eyes widened, as Neptune strode forwards, taking care to avoid the flowers on the ground as she reached out to catch a closer look at the body.

Neptune's eyebrows quirked in question as she whispered, "He... looks familiar..."

Faint memories of warmth and laughter filled her mind, memories that she had never been able to identify somehow triggered by the corpse before her.

Neptune's mind raced through her memories, streams of thoughts sifting through time as she thought, "Where? Where did I remember this feeling? Where did I remember this person..?"

Realization dawned in her eyes as Neptune said in shock, "Histy, is this... the founder?"

A smile answered her deduction.

Histoire's words began flowing as she began, "I've been coming here on the same day every year, placing these flowers here in honor of his memory. You should have seen him when he was alive Neptune."

Her eyes brightened as she continued, "Genesis was, for lack of a better term, simply brilliant. He could lighten anyone's day, cheer up the mood anywhere, duel with the best of them, manage the most difficult of economies, and always, always made time for his citizens and family. And I was there, the whole time. Managing his workload, scolding him when he fell asleep on the job even if I joined him sometimes, laughing and crying and just living with him, those were some of the greatest days of my life."

As Histoire continued to regale Neptune of her tales of her first days, the latter smiled as she listened with part attention, now learning who exactly her predecessor, and creator was. Who her, and the other CPUs'...

"... Your father truly did care about you four."

Neptune jerked her head to stare at the corpse as Histoire continued with fondness in her voice, "Yes, he always found time in his life for your four. He really was your dad. The four of you were his creations in a way, despite how alive you all were. And ever since your conception, he made sure to raise you all in the ways that he himself had been taught. Your personalities emerged on your own though, as well... ever since the incident that took his life."

"He didn't die painfully did he?"

Historie's eyes searched Neptune's worried face as she chuckled and said soothingly, "No, not at all. He died of old age, but in a rather unorthodox manner. You see, in order to actually create the four of you, true successors that could pass themselves on without worry of mortal birth problems and with the convenience of the technology found in this world, he was forced to give up something of equal value in order to fuel the experiment. The entirety of this facility's power, and most of his life force were required to complete it. With his remaining life, he founded the beginnings of the four cities, raised the four of you the best he could, and planted the seeds of Gamindustri as we know it today, before quietly passing away here, in his old home."

Neptune's eyes closed, her senses taking in the air and sounds of the facility. Decrepit and ruined as it was, she could still feel the presence of its past, how it must of been teeming with activity and life, laughter and happiness permeating every single place here.

Opening her eyes, Neptune's voice, small as it was came out, "Histy? Could... I visit this place with you next time?"

She was taken aback for a moment, before a radiant smile graced Histoire as she said, "Yes Neptune. Of course you can. And perhaps the others could join us."

As Histoire landed on Neptune's head and they flew away, Neptune whispered, "Yeah, I'd like that."