"Three weeks…" Rock said softly, gazing out from the familiar laptop computer that he now temporarily resided in. Enzan inclined his head, sighing quietly. "I know," He replied. "And I still haven't been able to come up with anything that could possibly help us find Netto." A small frown appeared on the prodigy's face.

Rock shook his head, casting a sympathetic and concerned look at the other. "You're doing everything you possibly can to try and find Netto, Enzan. I'm glad you are, but you're bordering along the edge of malnutrition and exhaustion. You're stress levels are way too high, and if you don't let your body relax soon, your blood pressure will rise and you may end up collapsing. I know it's important that we find Netto, but risking your own health isn't going to help much." The Navi put his hand up to touch his side of the computer screen, eyes shining with true concern. "I'm worried about you, Enzan."

Enzan stared at the smaller Navi quietly. Hearing that statement from the little Navi seemed to have a great impact upon him. The fact that the Navi cared enough about him to say it was a blessing. Without Netto or Blues there to constantly remind him he wasn't alone and that he was actually thought of, he had been slipping down into depression.

Hearing that someone else cared about him seemed to lift him up a bit. Slowly a small grateful smile appeared on his lips as he nodded lightly. "Thank you, Rock. You're a godsend." He said quietly. The Navi was taken aback by those words. "Why?"

"Because you care enough about me to express it."

"I've always cared, though."

"I know, but you never said it. Sometimes…even I need that assurance out loud. That I'm cared about; I've never had anyone aside from Netto and Blues tell me that."

"…I'm sorry, Enzan."

"For what? You didn't do anything."

"I'm sorry for you having to go through this. You've lost your Navi, your rival who also is your best friend. I wish I could make it right for you."

Enzan stared at the Navi, eyes clouded and weary. Dark circles were under his eyes and they were baggy, slightly puffy and red. His face was more pale and narrow than Rock had ever seen. "We'll both make it right. Together. I'm not very good at the "optimistic" and "hope" thing, but I know we're going to get them back." He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy, unkempt hair. "I think I would have lost it if I didn't have you, Rock." He admitted softly.

Rock looked slightly shocked at those words. Slowly, he smiled. "Then let me be your optimism and hope. We'll get them back, and everything will go back to normal!" His smile widened before brought other hand up to rest on the screen. "I think I would have gone crazy if you weren't there to keep me calm, Enzan. So we can be each other's sanity."

Enzan returned the smile before sighing lightly. "Okay," He agreed, before he went serious again. "Rock, could you email someone for me?" He asked. The blue Navi nodded. "Yes, who would you like me to email?"

"That Sharroian soldier, Laika."

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Netto was alone, silently practicing with his weapon. It had been three weeks, and he was slowly beginning to sink into a depression. Three weeks ago he was introduced to the Cyberworld, three weeks ago he was forced to learn to fight. Three weeks ago… With a loud cry, the teen jumped and brought his weapon down hard, slamming it into the ground with his momentum. Twisting and using the pole as a vault, he cartwheeled over and lashed out with the pole.

Pausing for a few seconds, Netto sighed, dropping the weapon and collapsing to his knees. "This isn't fair! I don't want to be like this! I want to go home…" Three weeks ago he had almost had a breakdown, and the moment now seemed to be almost exactly like last time. Except this time, it wasn't because of an emotional overload - it was because of loneliness.

---Flashback---

"Where…am I?" Netto sat up, looking around. He remembered he was falling, and he remembered the Cyber Stream and that was the last thing before it went black for a moment. "You're in the Cyberworld, Hikari Netto." Netto stiffened, he could tell that voice anywhere now. "Why, though? Why did you bring me here? Why do you want me here? Why am I so important to you!? I was nothing before! So why am I suddenly useful now!?" Suddenly aware of the weapon in his hand, he pressed one of the buttons and not even waiting for it to come out, he attacked.

Swinging the glaive down, he was met with a bright red sword - the Darkloid who owned it, smirking. "This is why, Hikari Netto." The Darkloid pushed the boy back easily, swinging his sword in a large arc for him. Netto dove out of the way, using the pole to help him stand up before he pressed the other button on the rod, the pole growing and the blade showing. Now with the weapon fully out, he twirled it before he made for the Darkloid again, swinging one side of the pole out, meeting with a red blade once again, but he wouldn't give the kagemusha the chance to push him back this time. Putting his whole force on the center of the rod, he used his weight and strength to slightly push the Dark Navi back, before he stepped back and brought the pole straight. Lunging, wanting to skewer the Navi.

The Dark Navi saw this and dodged, using the opening and swung his sword down, hitting the weapon from above and sent the boy staggering forward from it. He then reversed the course of the blade and swung it horizontally towards the teen. Netto saw it coming and flipped the rod forward, away from him so that it was standing vertically. He brought it up and held it firmly with both hands to block the blow. The force of the hit sent the teenager stumbling back from the sheer shock, force, and recoil. His arms ached strongly from his fingers all the way back to his shoulder blades. The force of the recoil had left him jittery, and his hands were shaking, threatening to give out and drop the weapon.

He saw the blade swing again and he dove away, rolling out of the way before he climbed back up to his feet. His anger and frustration was slowly beginning to edge more into him, fueling his energy and sent his adrenaline soaring. He ran forward and used the glaive as a vault as he jumped up high, flipped the pole around and brought it down as hard as he could swing it, directly at the Darkloid.

Dark Blues swung his sword up, shifting his position from where he was standing to help absorb the shock and recoil. The bladed end hit the sword and it seemed like time froze. Both were standing there, weapons locked together, waiting for the next move. Then suddenly, Dark Blues backed off, and a few seconds later, his sword shattered.

For a split second, Netto just stared; amazed that it had happened. Then he moved, lunging once again, and swinging the weapon to the left, in an attempt to slice the Navi. He was met with a terrible clang when the blade hit the Darkloid's Dark Aura. "You forgot about this again, didn't you?" Dark Blues laughed. Netto glared, flinching at his own error. "I give you credit for the effort. You are powerful enough to hold your own outside of Crossfusion, that's an amazing skill. I wanted you for your abilities, Netto. Because no one else can do the things you can. I need you."

Netto looked taken aback before he frowned angrily. "You kidnap me, you make me change my looks, and then you drag me all the way to some alley so you can make part of me data, and you're going to use me in your insane plans to take over the world!" He ranted, turning away and stepped a bit ways away to put distance in between them as he went on. "I don't want to be here, I don't want to do this, how could you tear me away from everyone I know and love, and why me of all people!? I'm not that great, I'm not some brilliant person like papa, I'm not a genius, I'm nothing!!" He screamed, putting his hands up to his head to hold it as he clenched his eyes shut.

"I can barely stay on top of my studies, I'm always late, you can never find any use for me outside of videogames and Netbattling, what point is there in using me of all people!? I'm not anything special; I'm just me… This isn't fair! Why? Why! Why do you need me so badly!?" He spun around to face the Navi, only to come face to face with him. "I need you because of your abilities in Netbattling. You've learned so much from it, and your abilities inside of crossfusion. I need you for that. You're smarter than you let on, you're not a genius, but you're creative enough to make up for it, and I don't need you to be brilliant like your father. I took you away from everyone so that you could see the truth." Blues said softly, gazing down at the boy through his red visor.

"Truth? What truth? The truth that I'm alone?"

"No. The truth that the life you have been living is a lie."

Netto glared. "A lie?" He scoffed. "You're insane, do you know that? I haven't been living a lie, my life is perfectly fine!" The dark Navi sighed, shaking his head. "Only because you were never revealed the truth. You were never exposed to it, so of course you would think it wasn't a lie. But the door is there now; you can open it. You've been lied to ever since you were born."

Netto glared. "How would you know!?" He shouted angrily. "Because it is the same with every human." He replied.

"You live a lie. You're never told of your true potential, you're shielded from all the truths and so called 'lies' of the world, you're brought up to think and fit in like every other drone in this world, and you think all the people you know care about you?" The Navi smirked and leaning closer for a moment, "Think again." He straightened and turned, walking away. "Of course they care! I mean, they wouldn't ever abandon me or put me down or hurt me any!" Netto shouted after him.

Dark Blues stopped, smirking for a moment before he turned around to face the teen once more, face straight. "Oh?" He questioned. "They already have hurt you. You're hurt when you can't see your father as much as you like, you're hurt when your so called 'friends' make fun of you, you're hurt when your own Navi jokes about you, you're hurt when Enzan or what's his name, Laika is it, put you down. You're always getting hurt, but you keep giving them more chances. And if they really cared about you: Do you really think they would have let you become a NetSavior at your age? You're in a world of danger from it. If they really cared or were concerned about you, they wouldn't have let you become one so soon. Of course, they don't really care if you're hurt or anything, because they're too wrapped up about themselves."

"Stop it! Just stop; I don't want to hear anymore! They care about me, they do! And who cares if those small things hurt me!? I can look over them because I treasure all of the good moments I have with them all! And they knew that even if they told me no, I would have done it anyways!" Netto yelled. "I'm old enough to make my own decisions, I can do things I want to do! I chose to be a NetSavior. They cared enough about me to let me do what I wanted!"

"That's a lie right there. I've seen the times you cried when no one was looking; I saw everything you did when others weren't watching. You cried, and you were angry at them. You wanted them to suffer, you wanted them to know what it felt like for you, you wanted to be recognized for your abilities, but you're not. But I'm giving you that chance, I'm giving you that moment. I'm offering you a chance to be recognized."

Netto glared. "I don't want it. It's a lie, a trick to luring me into joining you. I won't do it. The only thing you hold over me is my friends and my family. That is the only reason why I am doing this. By force, not my choice. I don't want to do this, and even if I did, I would never join up with you. Because I could do it by myself, without help, without people getting in my way."

"Aha! You see, you're already letting your anger and frustration out. You just said people get in your way, and that you can do things on your own. I want you to do that. I want you to do things on your own, without me having to tell you, make you, force you to do it. I know you can do it by yourself, and it would be just you, no one to stop you from showing everyone how powerful you are."

The Dark Navi smirked, knowing he had pinned the boy in his own lie and contradiction to himself. Netto glared, hand clenched into a tight fist, gritting his teeth. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, before turning away. "My answer's still no. I may not like some details in my life, but everyone has things like that, I can live with it, my life was just fine to me. I want to go back to it. But no, you just had to come and rip me away from everything and everyone I care about, and force me to help you in your sick, twisted, and evil plan to take over the world and spread darkness everywhere. I won't join you! Never! You'd have to kill me and resurrect me as a mindless zombie in order for me to join you!"

The silver-haired teen crossed his arms, letting his anger be directed towards the Navi, feeling calmer about the situation now.

"Or," Dark Blues said with a cruel smile, bringing his hand up and opening it, palm facing up, a dark purple chip and a glowing red and orange aura in the center of it. It suddenly roared to life in his hand. "I could just use this DarkChip on you and let it persuade you." Netto whirled around with wide, fearful eyes. He could resist the DarkChip in Crossfusion, but...as a human? Or with half of him as data? He took a few steps back, making more space between the two.

The Darkloid smirked inwardly, enjoying the fear on the boy's face for the time being, before he closed his hand over the chip, the power from it dying out. "But I won't use it. Not on you. I'll make you see for yourself the truth. You'll come to agree with me soon." With a flick of his hand, the chip was gone and the boy looked a little relieved, though he glared at the Navi. "Never," He hissed.

Dark Blues snorted, turning away and beginning to walk. "I'm leaving for now, and if you try to leave, I will know, and if you try to run, I will find all of your friends and kill them one by one. Understood?" He stopped and glanced back to see the teenager's face pale, before he nodded hesitantly. "Good," was all he said, and linked out.

Netto stared, glaring as hard as he could at the spot where the Darkloid once stood. He felt his emotions bubbling and pushing themselves up. With a shaky sigh, the teen dropped to his knees, hands helping to break his fall. His eyes clenched as he felt tears welling up in his eyes as his shoulders began shaking, and his breath coming in shuddery. He willed himself to focus, to gain control over the onslaught of his emotions and calm down. He wiped his eyes and took a few more deep breaths, forcing his face to go blank as he concentrated, trying to think of something pleasant.

He stood up numbly, walking over to pick up the Glaive where he had dropped it and retracted the blades, staring at the ground, his now silver bangs shadowing over his eyes. "I've got to stay strong, I won't let him get to me." He willed his face to smile, as he tried to think of a way to get away from this nightmare.

"I won't let him control me."

---End Flashback---

Netto was shaking as he sat there on the floor, arms going up to wrap around himself. He may have been able to push his emotions back before, but it was only delaying the inevitable. The fact that they'd come back, ten times stronger. The tears came, and his eyes shut, arms wrapping tighter around himself, hands clenching the fabric of his shirt tightly. He tried to will it away again, to calm the emotional typhoon that he had created, but he knew it was useless and gave up, waiting for the tidal wave to come in.

And come in, it did.

He cried. It was the only thing he could do, could think of, to get all of these unwanted emotions out. But the more he cried, the more thoughts seemed to come, and suddenly he was sobbing, burying his face into his hands as he did. His lungs hurt from trying to breathe, as well as cry, his heart felt like it was in a vice and he had no control over anything at this point. He wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Or hide away from everything. Anything to get away at this point.

He was stretched beyond anything he had ever felt before. It was just too much. He was falling, down, down, and he was plunging headlong into the darkness with no safety-net or anything to catch him. And his proverbial wings were broken. He couldn't fly, couldn't soar out of the hole he had managed to fall into. His tears flowed out, seemingly not wanting to stop. His eyes were red, they stung from all of the salty tears, but they just wouldn't stop and he couldn't grasp any control over it, he was too drained and numb right now to care.

He his arms had wrapped around himself again tightly and he just sat there, sobbing, letting his body sway from it, threatening to topple over. He couldn't feel his arms tighten more, couldn't feel the warmth from them, he felt utterly cold and numb. He couldn't feel the tears running down, couldn't feel his legs going numb from sitting on them for so long, couldn't even feel himself breathing, though he could certainly hear it.

His eyes shut and the tears stopped, though he kept sobbing. No more tears would fall, his body couldn't produce enough, so he dry sobbed, not caring at his protesting body, not caring anymore. His heart was far too in pain to care about his physical health. His emotional, mental, and spiritual health needed healing, and this was the only way to do it. Because if he didn't do it this way, his body would find another way to do it for him. If he didn't allow the emotions and pain to flow out, then he would burst, mentally and possibly physically.

He was so lost right now, thoughts were going a mile a minute; fatigue was setting in, but he couldn't have cared about it even if he had wanted to. He couldn't do anything about it, anyways. He was on the edge, the moment where he could either fly or break. He felt cold, so very cold, both physically and emotionally. His emotions were finally starting to slow, the tidal wave was receding. Now all he had to worry about was the riptides as he swam to the surface, to the shore, back towards the land, solid ground.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn't aware that he was standing. He tightened his arms around himself... Or he thought he did, but his arms weren't at his waist... Confused, and all together worn out, by all means of the term, he wearily turned his head, barely registering the red helmet and red visor. He slumped back, against the Darkloid, too weak and too emotionally and physically drained to care at this point. He was too busy trying to push all of his emotional barriers back into place, trying regain control of his thoughts, trying to reach a stable place in his mind.

His heart still clenched, though not as tight, and it didn't feel like it would burst anymore. He brought his hand, which was still shaking up to run through his hair as he took in a deep breath and let it out as slow as he could. He stared at his hand. His arm was covered in white. He was confused for a few moments until his thoughts straightened out enough to piece together things again and remember.

---Flashback---

"I think it's time you figured out how to use your new ability." Dark Blues said smoothly as he strided over to the boy. Netto suppressed the spike of hatred he felt towards the darkloid. This definitely was not Blues at all. Then again, in ways, he was. He still kept to himself, was sarcastic in a lot of his remarks, as Blues tended to get when Enzan wasn't cooperating, he wasn't as soft-spoken as his other side, but he could almost pull off the gentle sounding voice that could nearly convince anyone to listen to him. But a few little factors prodded him, reminded him exactly who it was that was speaking it and why.

"You're half data now, and you're connected to the net. You can process data codes just like any Navi can now, but as a human, I believe you have the power to change it. You can perhaps bend the code, form it into something you want." He said airily, as if he were talking about going to the store or something. In all honesty, Netto wanted to smack him. To wipe that stupid smirk off his face, and scream at him, do anything to cause some physical harm. But he knew he stood no chance against the Navi at this point in time. Sometimes he could swear that the Darkloid would flinch whenever he got that dazed look on his face. And sometimes out of the corner of his eye, when the Darkloid was thinking, he could almost swear that his frame would flicker.

Snapping out of his thinking he sighed. "What do you want me to try?" He asked with a monotone, 'I don't care, just get it over with' type voice. The Dark Navi snorted, and if Netto could see his eyes, he could probably bet he had just rolled them at him. He felt a small flash of smug pride at that for a moment before it was gone. Instead, he viewed to stare indifferently at the Navi, waiting for what he had to say.

"We're going to start out small," He said, grinning with a look that made Netto's fingers twitch. "You looking like a human here in the Cyberworld is just not going to work. You need to look like a Navi. I want you to try changing your data structure to look more like a Navi." Netto's eyes widened a fraction, and he was about to open his mouth to protest, but he thought the better of it. He really didn't need to piss the Navi off right now. The Navi's wrath was scary when he crossed the line. Though the Navi didn't physically do anything to him, his used his vocal skills to inflict maximum damage.

And he was good at it.

He casted a 'are you kidding me?' look towards the Darkloid before snorting."And how," he began, "do you propose I go about this?" His voice was sarcastic with a hint of his disbelief in it. The kagemusha smirked. "You can lock onto data codes, correct?" He nodded lightly, confused. "So you're able to read and process them in your head. Find your own data code, and try changing it, will your mind to alter the code."

Netto stared at him for a moment longer, before sighing, and closing his eyes, deciding it was better to try this than argue with the Navi. He searched through the data codes that were flowing around and through him until he found his and tried to sort it out until he found the one making up his appearance. He let the code flow through him several times until he memorized what made up what. His programming skills were moderate, so he wasn't sure he could do much. Willing his mind to focus on those numbers, he began rearranging the numbers in his head, trying to force the coding to change.

Dark Blues stood and watched silently. For a few moments, nothing happened. Then... There was a small, white flash, and when it cleared away, he looked over the teen. He was wearing a white suit, with silver lines down the sides, wrapping around his thighs, his gloves had gray going along the sides and went around the wrist. His boots were light silver, with two white stripes around the ankle area. He had no helmet, nor a symbol, but it was an improvement. "Good, good. That's better." Netto stopped and opened his eyes, glancing down to look at himself. Well, it was better than nothing... At least he remembered the color codes correctly.

"You still need a helmet and a symbol, but we'll work on that later. At least for now, we know you can change the data structure in things. Now you'll have to work on it, so you'll get to the point where all you will have to do is think on it." Netto nodded silently, frowning lightly. He didn't want to do any more changing... He wondered for a moment. If he actually had to work on his ability, why not find something to work/test on?

Thinking, before turning away from the Navi, a sly grin appearing on his face. What if he could change Dark Blues' appearance so subtly he wouldn't notice? That'd be good payback! Closing his eyes and focusing, he held his hand out, as if reaching and searching, reading through the data streams again until he found a particular interesting code which was undoubtedly Dark Blues' and focused on it, concentrating, bending the code in his mind, changing it, reshaping it, reformatting the way the 0's and 1's went.

Unknown to the Darkloid who was standing there, watching, in deep thought, he didn't notice the ending of his hair changing colours. It went from its usual dark silver, to a light lavender colour. Netto stopped and turned slowly, willing away the smug grin as best as he could, bringing up his gloved hand to cover his mouth to hide the laugh that was threatening to spill over his lips. Wondering what else he could change, he began trying to focus on them, without 'feeling' for them and tried to subtly change small details on the Navi.

Soon, the black line around the top of his helmet was white again, the purple on his arms was yellow, and the orange around his symbol was now...pink. Feeling satisfied, he started thinking on how to improve his own look. He needed a helmet... Focusing once more, he felt it become a bit easier to find, and will the code to change. A brief moment later, a silver helmet appeared on his head, dark gray lines along the side, before going out into two-points as it reached out towards the back, leaving a lot of his hair falling down the side of his face and back behind.

He felt like he was still missing something, though... Thinking for a moment, he wondered... He knew he was missing a symbol, but he couldn't put his finger on what else was missing. He sighed and shrugged, deciding to leave it at that for right now. He was far too amused at the job he had done to Dark Blues to really care, anyway.

However, when the Navi did find out, he was livid.

CRACK!

Netto stumbled back and fell backwards onto his back, gasping, one eye widened while the other one was teared up and trying to force itself shut, a red imprint across his cheek from where the Darkloid had struck him. The whole side of his cheek stung and even tingled down into his neck, and his eye felt like it was going to explode out of his eye socket. He sat up, gaping in an open daze, hand coming up shakily to touch his cheek.

"You would do well not to test the leniency and patience I have, Netto-kun." The Navi said slowly, voice low and deadly. The suffix attached to the boy's name sounded more like a threat than a respectful term. The white-clad teen didn't respond, he could only sit there in a dazed state, cheek throbbing and his right eye winced shut while the other blinked repeatedly, hand cradling his cheek. A tear rolled down from the shut eye from the force of pain.

The Darkloid stared emotionlessly down at the boy for a moment before snorting. "Change it back, now." He demanded lowly. Netto weakly pushed himself to his knees before slowly standing up. Still cradling his cheek, he nodded numbly before his other eye closed in concentration and willed the data in the Navi to change back to the way it had been. With a slight flicker, the colours vanished and recalibrated themselves back to their original state.

---End Flashback---

Netto shuddered, before struggling weakly, trying to push away from the Dark Navi, but was too weak to really be able to break the hold on him. "I'm only human; I can't be what you want me to be! I want to go back…" He mumbled tiredly, too drained to do much else.

"You're not just human. You're above them all. You are powerful, Netto-kun. That is why you're here now." Dark Blues answered, voice quiet, and sounding slightly softened to Netto's ears. But he was probably just too tired and out of it to hear the full edge. 'But I'm scared… I want to be held again, and loved. I feel so cold now. It's so lonely.' He replied in his mind silently.

The Navi's hold on him tightened slightly and for a moment, the boy tensed, expecting the other to do something harmful to him, but nothing came. Then, Blues' voice blew softly past his ear. "You can have anything you ever dreamed of having, Netto-kun," The white-haired teen's eyes widened. He didn't know he said it out loud! Or had Dark Blues suddenly become a mind-reader? "All you have to do is ask… You won't have to worry about being afraid or alone. You have me. Trust me, Netto."

Shuddering, the teen's eyes slid shut tightly as they struggled with their inner turmoil again. Dark Blues' voice sounded so warm, almost caring… Nearly like the real Blues'. He wanted to believe the words, he felt like he could. But his mind kept screaming at him not to trust the words of a snake, of a deceiver. His will and resolve were at their lowest and weakest, he didn't have the emotional strength to protest against what his heart wanted to hear and believe.

His head dropped and his entire body slumped weakly in defeat. The Navi's arm once again tightened a little around him, pulling his form back fully against him. And the white-haired teen didn't resist. His head lolled to the side slightly, sighing heavily. "You can trust me, Netto-kun. All I want is to right the world to how it should be. I'm against Regal's plan and I'm going to destroy Laserman and dispose of Regal when the time is right. And I want you to help me. You're the only one who can." Dark Blues murmured quietly in Netto's ear.

"I…" Netto tried to speak, to reject the offer, but he couldn't force the words past his lips. After several moments of struggling, he finally just nodded mutely, not saying yes or no to the Navi, but silently accepting the Darkloid's reasoning, even though he didn't agree with it.

His body relaxed fully, and his breathing went shallow, mind too exhausted to deal with anything else and he slowly slipped off into a sleeping state. Dark Blues said nothing more, just continued to stand there and hold the teenager's frame against himself, a Dark Aura flaring up around them a moment later. 'Soon, Netto-kun.' The Navi thought silently, eyes narrowing slightly behind their visor. 'Soon this world will be purged and you'll be at the center of it all...' With the slightest of smirks, the dark Navi picked the boy up and linked out of the area.

----

A plane's ramp slowly lowered, leaving stairs in their wake. And slowly, a figure emerged from it, stepping down the steps until they reached the ground. They were tall, and wore a long, green and red coat. Short aqua coloured locks framed a sharp-angled face and serious, calculating blue eyes showed nothing of what they were thinking.

Slowly, a black limo drove up and came to a stop and the back door opened, and a black, red, and green clad figure stepped out. Enzan nodded to the taller male. "Laika," He acknowledged. The Sharroian nod his head once in receptiveness and stepped over to the dual-haired prodigy. "Ijuuin," He replied, eyes flashing briefly before his entire expression turned deadly serious, lips turning into a frown. "What is this all about?"

Enzan sighed and motioned for the taller teen to get into the car. When the other did, he climbed in as well and shut the door, waving for the driver to make its way back to IPC. "It's about Netto…" He started slowly. The aqua haired male's eyes narrowed the slightest. "What about Hikari?" He questioned, a slightly harder edge to his voice was barely heard, but Enzan acknowledged it silently. Looking away, out the window, the boy sighed heavily. "He was kidnapped." He said quietly.

TBC

DHC: Hooooooshit. Can it be true?! Have I really, really updated?! YES! Yes, fanpeople, I have! And guess what? I'm back in the EXE fandom! ALL REJOICE! And I am so sorry it took this long to update this fic. But I would like to express my sincerest thanks to every one of you who has reviewed and supported this fic from the get-go and the newer people whom found it and reviewed even after I'd left the fandom. It means so much to me! And, this chapter is a little sloppy since, I'm sure you fans will be able to see just where I left off in my writing when I left the fandom and where I picked it up. And if you can't, then I'm honored to know I didn't totally butcher it all! And I do hope I will stick around in the fandom long enough to satiate your cravings for updates in my fictions and perhaps post some new ones. Again, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You guys are truly the greatest!