I Live! After my computer died on me I had to start using my mothers for school purposes and I had a little adventure with trying to get a new one only to find that the one from the pawn shop was cheap for a reason. So now I work off my mothers while she is working on the pawn shop one.

For the next couple of days I sat in silence as people came in occasionally and looked at the old content rather than buying. Ignis as I had learned that he was called moved around the shop stiffly with a large fake smile. Trying his hardest to try and sell something, anything. Though his efforts were all in vain. The potential customers left without spending anything. I watched as he sat down with an exasperated sigh.

"... Try dusting."

"Huh?"

"The amount of dust present and smudges on the objects and glass will decrease sales by about 35%."

He stared at me for a moment. "And just what gives you the right to order me around?"

"I didn't mean to offend. It was just a suggestion."

He mumbled something as he went back to his computer. I took another glance around the room from my limited view. Everything besides the actual requests that he worked on were old and didn't look very appealing. So maybe offering to buy the useless modern tech would bring in more people. Then in addition he could fix those items up and resell them. He would have a much easier time. More income and a higher chance of selling the antiques. First off was dusting though. Feigning success would be better than trying to have someone feel bad enough to buy out of pity. Day four of that week and the old man started wiping down surfaces. He 'made it clear' that he was doing it because he wanted to and not because I suggested it. I tried my luck later that same day.

"Have you considered buying more modern items?"

"This is an antique store." He reminded coldly.

"That may be so, but buying, repairing, and selling may not be such a bad idea. More income and a higher chance of selling what you already have."

"Che. Whether you try and help me or not I'm still going to take you apart."

"I figured."

And so on fifth day some old clock was sold and I caught the look Ignis gave me. One of mild curiosity. Day six and he started advertising that he would buy broken electronics with a on the window. Hopefully that would catch enough attention for him get along fine. The old man wasn't too bad. I had learned of his dead wife and the son who had died in a car crash a year ago. He really hadn't been one of the lucky ones of late. So I suppose that in turn gave him to be a little cold. He did however like the boy, Claus. He reminded him of his son apparently. Day seven. Tomorrow I'd be taken apart. The base chip that kept the PET running would be of use to him apparently. I suppose that was enough of a reason. My last day was spent watching the man moving here and there as usual. This was the day. Ignis took a seat at the counter. He looked the PET over.

"If Claus doesn't show up you're not going to see another day."

"I am aware."

"... That's it? Not going to beg for your life or anything?"

"Why when it would only delay the inevitable?"

"Psh. You're something special alright." He scoffed as he set the PET back down.

Several minutes later and Claus came running through the door.

"I-... Ignis." He gasped. "P- please don't… kill him."

So I was to be deleted. Claus slapped the crumpled bills on the counter and the wad was accompanied with the musical clink of change. Hadn't seen actual money in a Long time. I had to wonder just how he got it. Ignis sifted through the mass. He was counting it casually as Claus gasped and caught his breath.

"Thirty four seventy eight." Ignis spoke.

"I- I'll get the rest. Promise. I'll even work around the shop for free and - and-"

"Bah. Just take the damn thing."

He shoved the PET across the countertop and Claus just caught it as it almost fell off.

"But I thought-"

"Just take it and go before I change my mind." Ignis turned away.

Claus smiled broadly at the man who had turned his back. "Thank you, Ignis. I'll make it up to you somehow."

With that he skipped out of the shop and down the street with the PET in hand.

Enzan was determined to search. After being confined to a bed after an explosion that had occurred by a mostly unknown enemy and then finding out that Netto and his friends had come back empty handed when they went to search the site had invented little pinpricks of doubt and yet built up hope at the same time. Having not found him was better than finding him broken. So just because they haven't been able to locate him didn't mean that they couldn't yet. If there was one thing Netto had taught him it was never to give up. Not that he'd ever give up on Blues. So he set out to find his Navi with a new determination that day with Netto and his friends. Having decided to check the area again before deciding anything else that was where they were headed. However once at site in question halfway through the area Netto pointed out something that was different since the last time that they had been there. On the first floor of the area there was many things turned over. Enzan grimaced at the thought of his PET, Blues, falling down from the third floor. Things would have to be just right for the PET to come out unscathed, without breaking even. The second and third had been untouched and so the investigation was on.

This boy chatted on and on almost nonstop in his free time. However I had the patience to deal with it. I had spent many years with an emotionally broken child so a child who was happy go lucky most of the time should be easy to handle. The only problem was trying to get the kid to help me. Most likely he wasn't going to want to give me up after all the work he went through to scavenge that money to save me. Children were children and I had learned a long time ago that they didn't think logically and thought more selfishly.

His mother had almost the same personality as her son. However with being a doting mother she tended to be a bit of a clean freak. She could only relax completely with a clean house. At which point she sat back with a book or watched TV. The father I had yet to see. Not that it really mattered I suppose. It was obvious that he wasn't dead as Claus met me through his father needed a machine part for whatever reason. I was thankful for that. No dead parents meant that things should be rather easygoing.

Claus was good with math and science, but rather lacking with most other subjects so that ended up with me back to helping with a childs homework. As much as it was nice to get a change of pace I hadn't gotten any closer to getting back to Enzan. If anything I had gotten further. If the kid would just plug me into the net I could probably get somewhere where I could contact him or one of his friends. But the kid hadn't even gotten close to such a thing. I was in a bad situation sure, but it was still better than getting taken apart. From the frying pan to the freezer and now I was in neither. At least I wasn't in the fire.

"When am I ever going to use this?"

I pulled myself out of my thoughts at Claus' whining.

"Everyday."

Claus dropped his head onto the English textbook with an exasperated groan.

"The sooner you get this done the sooner you can do what you'd rather be doing."

"We can NetBattle with my friends?" He looked up.

I took a moment. "... It's late isn't it?"

"I guess. Tomorrow then?"

"Could you please focus? You're almost done."

"I'll take that as a yes!" The scratching of a pencil on paper dominated the new silence.

I shifted slightly. Honestly battling with this kid made me uncomfortable. It made me feel like I'd be betraying Enzan in a way.