A/N: Wow okay, I am so sorry for the lack of updates in this fic, honestly, I don't like this fanfic, like, at all. But, I will try to continue it because I still like the concept, if anything, I'll see about trying harder. Anyway, here's chapter 10.

SearchMan hits his fist on the wall, "I don't get it, what is it about Forte that makes her so happy?"

From aside him, CrashMan swoons, "Well for starters he has a cloak."

"A cloak, I doubt that's the reason why she's all over him," he watches from afar as Forte cleans the vending machine, SplashWoman aside him, chatting away about something that he seems to honestly not care about.

"Well, have you ever slept with the girl?"

"No, I actually care about her, not just her body."

"Was gonna say, I mean, he's pretty good and-"

"Shut the hell up will ya? I don't even wanna imagine that."

"Oh, you haven't heard."

"Haven't heard…" SearchMan turns to the other Navi. "What haven't I heard?"

CrashMan sees fury in SearchMan's eyes, and he backs off, suddenly feeling shy. "Well, yeah, Forte…he got a new cloak."

"CrashMan…what happened?"

"Um…Forte…kind of did your love interest."

A pause follows. SearchMan takes a deep breath, "I see, thank you for telling me this, now if you'll excuse me, I need a word with Mr. Shortstuff over there."

SplashWoman grabs onto Forte's cloak, "But really though, who would've even thought that they'd kiss I mean, oh my goodness you have no idea!"

Forte drops the sponge on accident, "You're right, I really don't have any idea…what are we talking about again?"

"Excuse me you two."

"Oh, hey Searchy~"

Forte turns around, "Hey SearchMan."

The taller Navi smiles, "SplashWoman, may I speak with Forte privately please?"

"Oh, of course, I'm going to go for a walk anyway, see ya later Forte!"

"Yeah, bye," Forte waves her off and then turns back to SearchMan. "What?"

"Alright, so, I heard a little rumor that you and Splash…you know…did it."

Forte shrugs, "Yeah, so?"

"Why?"

"She wanted it, duh."

"And you gave it to her for what reason, exactly?"

"Cause I wanted her."

"You couldn't…you know, not want her. Just maybe hold your urges back?"

Forte looks off to the side, "Yeah no. Heh, look the opportunity was there, who wouldn't have taken it? She's hot."

"And she has an admirer."

"She has several."

"Forte, you know that I like her."

"Yeah, your point?"

"I just thought we had something special, you and me."

"I'm not into you, sorry."

"For god's sake, Forte! I am in love with her!"

"Okay, I get it! What's your point? You two aren't in a relationship or anything!"

"I wanted to ask her out."

"Oh did you really? Alright, so why didn't you do it then, hm? Oh right, you're too much of a weakling to even think about it."

"You little…you couldn't be a bro for me!"

"A bro? What did you ever do for me exactly?"

"Well for starters you're staying in my room and-"

"That was General's idea. Look, if you want her back just try to be like me?"

"No! Because she wouldn't like me for me then!"

"Then stop bitching, alright? For all you know it might be my cloak that she likes."

"Right, because honestly, there are no redeeming qualities with you."

"Haha, that's not what she told me while we were rolling in the grass."

"You son of a-!" SearchMan pushes Forte against the vending machine, holding his back tightly against it. "I swear I'm going to delete you, right here, right now!"

Forte doesn't seemed phased at all, he looks up at SearchMan, "Really though, it's the cloak, ladies dig men that look mysterious."

"Will you shut the hell up with the damn cloak already?!"

"But what if, SearchMan, that this cloak is indeed the answers to all your problems. Hm? Imagine that."

"Ugh, what am I doing? I'm usually much cooler than this," SearchMan backs off, letting Forte go. "I'm sorry, it's just…I really like her, ya know?"

Forte rubs his friend's back gently, "I know, I know, but hey, if it makes you feel any better, I don't actually like her like that. You can have her really, and you can have my cloak too."

SearchMan looks down at Forte, "You mean that?"

"But of course," Forte removes his cloak and hands it to SearchMan. "Fashion is my secret passion, guess you can say it's my forte, heh."

The taller Navi throws the worn cloak around his neck and shoulders, once around, he looks back down at the smaller one. "It's a tad small, where did you get this thing, more importantly, where can I get one?"

Forte shrugs, "Eh, I can't remember, but if you don't want it, just give it back. Anyway, I'm gonna head in for a nap, catch ya later, Searchy."

SearchMan watches as Forte walks off, he stops to look at CrashMan, who swoons and proceeds to fall to the floor. Even cloakless and Forte is still a pimp, SearchMan needs to step up his game…

Then he realized what he was doing, is he really going to try to win the woman of his dreams with this brown baby blanket? Then again…it is pretty soft.

"Oh, hey SearchMan."

Bingo, she's back.

"SplashWoman, how do you do?"

"Um, fine, but why are you wearing that? Brown and green don't go well together…"

He blinks, "That bastard said fashion is his passion…"

"Erm, what?"

"Nothing, nothing, want to hang out today?"

"Sure! Is Forte around?"

He mentally slaps his face, holy crap is he doomed.

Forte sits at the bar table, "Look, for the last time, I'm older than I look!"

The bartender backs off, to clean the back shelves, "And for the last time, Forte, I'm not serving you because I am not allowed to! It has nothing to do with your age!"

"I was like ten a good ten years ago, so I'm basically twenty! Now let me get wasted!"

The bartender rolls his eyes, "Forte, I'm only here to get ready for tonight, the bar is not open, you can drink then, okay?"

"I demand to drink now!"

"Well I'm not serving you, there's still another half an hour before I open this place! How did you even get in?"

"Look no need to question my ways alright, just get me drunk, I'm sick of dealing with depression."

"Depression? You?" The bartender begins to laugh. "Last time I heard you're a bit of a promiscuous Navi there, little man."

"Hey, I am not little!"

"How tall are you? Like five foot…four I'd say?"

"That's average!"

"Not for a man."

"I am a NetNavi, not a man!"

"Oh, so you admit you're a child!"

"What? No! I'm a man, erm, Net- ugh! Just give me the hard stuff already!"

"No can do there, at least, not without an ID," he begins to laugh again.

Forte growls angrily and drops his head onto the table, and then the door opens, Forte sits up and turns to see Blues walking in.

"You needed me?" Blues asks.

"Ah thank you, I just needed someone calm and trusting who will help me do some cleaning since our janitor here is too busy trying to sneak in some drinks before we begin."

Blues shakes his head, "I'm ashamed in you, Forte."

"Like I need your opinions!"

Blues walks up to the table and leans against it, "So, cleaning is needed in the back, am I right?"

"Yes indeed," the bartender opens a small door on the table, and Blues makes his way in the back. "Most of the others may try to sneak some when I'm not looking, but I know you're a good Navi."

Forte leans against the table, "Fine then, leave me here! Dumbass…"

And so he waits, and waits, and he gets bored a little, but he waits, until finally…

The door opens, and SearchMan walks in, he takes a seat next to Forte. "Here, take your blanket back, apparently brown isn't my color…"

Forte takes back his cloak and begins to wrap it back around him, "Well duh, you're green, anyone could've told you that."

"Says the one who gave it to me in the first place."

"I was just trying to be nice, be a "bro", as you put it. You know being nice isn't my thing."

"It simply isn't your forte."

"I already made that joke today, say something else."

"Something else."

"Don't you dare start."

"You told me to-"

"I said nothing."

"Forte…"

"What?"

"You're still talking, so you are saying something."

"Will you knock it off!"

"This is how Colonel speaks to you right? I know you two have got a friendship going and I sorta wanted to…you know."

"What? Be my friend? Why does everyone want to be friends with me? I'm just some quiet Navi who honestly is confused with everything."

"You seem certain about some things."

"Like what?"

"Well for one you go get things if you really want it, there's something you're always certain of doing."

"I suppose, I just wish I could remember more things."

Blues comes out from the back, "Well looks like someone else is eager to get started."

SearchMan shrugs, "Not like there's anything else to do."

"Hm, actually I kind of wanted to speak to you, SearchMan."

"About what?"

Blues makes his way to a seat beside his companion, "Apparently I am being sent off for an investigation, I'm allowed to form my own team, wanted to know if you'd like to come with."

"Sounds interesting, when are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Wow Blues, way to let me know in advance."

"I was just told this today, you know how things suddenly pop up."

"Hey, I was joking! Anyway, I would like to come, however, I am on guard duty tomorrow, all day, which means no sleep. Hurray."

"Hm…well then, perhaps Forte would like to come with?"

Forte looks over, "Am I allowed?"

"He did say make a team of anyone, and I bet you're bored when no one is willing to get in bed with you."

"Humph, Navis line up just to see me, but, it does sound interesting, will we be fighting anyone?"

"Possibly, we'll be driving out quite a distance though."

"I don't mind, what will we be investigating?"

"I'll tell you later, too many Navis are coming in now, it's supposed to be a secret."

"Oh I like secrets. Alright, I'm in."

"However, I'm going to have to ask you to not get drunk please."

"Pffft, alright Blues, whatever you say."

"Forte, if you are on board you are to be up at 4am tomorrow, and you need to be at your best."

"Do you realize how much sleep I love getting? Fine though."

The bartender walks over, "Now then, kid, would you like anything?"

Forte gives a serious look, "I'm not a child…"

"Wow who let this child in the adult playground?" SearchMan asks in a joking voice.

"What? Ugh, Search, stop."

"Yeah, go find your mother," Blues adds in. "This isn't the kind of place you should be in."

Forte looks at the bartender, "This is why I drink."

"Thought you were depressed and that is why?"

"These guys make me depressed."

"Suit yourself."

The alarm goes off, and SearchMan moves, "Ugh, not for another hour…Forte…turn off the alarm."

Forte tosses his blanket off, "You're right there!"

"Yes but you're the reason this alarm is going off! Now get your ass out of bed!"

"I am, I am!" Forte jumps off the top bunk and turn the alarm hour to 5am. "You gonna miss me while I'm gone?"

"Yeah sure," SearchMan yanks the covers over his head.

"Someone else better clean while I'm gone or I'm going to be coming back to a dirty place. I'll see you when we get back! And then maybe you can smooch me."

"Only in your dreams…"

Forte turns and heads for the door, "Love you too." He notices Blues right there outside. "Well, I'm guessing you had nothing better to do."

"Hm, you got up faster than I planned, alright, let's get going."

As the two begin walking down the hall, Forte asks "So, who else is coming with?"

"Mr. Famous' NetNavis all are, that is it."

"Mr. Who now?"

"Mr. Famous, he works alongside your creator."

"Oh, well, he's not very famous if I don't know his name."

"Did you even remember your own name after you absorbed all those BugFrags?"

"Well, no, I didn't."

"Then you have no right to say what you do and don't remember." The two arrive at the dining hall and there stood four other NetNavis. "Alright, I brought Forte."

Forte looks at the four, "All of you guys belong to one man?"

"That we do," GateMan says.

"Alright, so, did he buy you all or…?"

"He made us actually," KendoMan claims. "And he loves each of us."

"Okay, but aren't NetNavis expensive to make?"

"Apparently so," GridMan says with a shrug.

"So, who here was the first one he created?"

"Me," GateMan says.

"So, where you like not good enough or what?"

"H-hey!"

Punk laughs, "Oh, I like you! This adventure's gonna be so much more excitin' now with this guy on board! Plus, he's practically an omen!"

"Good, now that that's out of the way, what do you say we get moving?" Blues begins to lead everyone outside.

"We don't have daily exercises?" Forte asks.

"Nope, we're heading straight to the vans, they'll be coffee and cereal bars inside, get used to eating those and canned vegetables."

"Eh, wasn't expecting anything on a golden platter anyway."

Now outside, the group walks past the training area, and head toward the outer road, Blues is the first to hope into a large van, the others all sit in the back. The van itself is a bit larger, it has a giant compartment attached in the back that can be accessed by a door. Blues hops in the front of the van, and Punk leads everyone else to the back. Inside is a kitchen area and many bean bag chairs.

"Oh sweet!" Forte plops on one of the chairs, "Look like we can just sleep after all!"

"Holy on there," KendoMan is quick to be at Forte's side, a kendo stick in-hand. "Once Blues drives far enough you're taking the wheel."

"Why me?"

"Because you've never done it before, also because you are of the lowest rank."

"Oh since when is a janitor a military rank?"

"Exactly. Now do you want some coffee or not?"

"Yeah sure why not. Also, I've never driven before."

"You'll figure it out…"

Forte blinks and slinks deeper into the chair, "Well I'm sure it can't be too hard…"

Forte sits at the wheel, "So…what?"

Blues sighs, "Forte, I've explained this to you twice already, this is a gear stick."

"Okay."

"And this is the wheel."

"Okay."

"Just push on the petal below."

"Alright," Forte rams on the petal hard, and the vehicle begins to go fast down the road, however, Blues was outside when it happened, leaving him behind. He watches it then come to a halt, and he rolls his eyes…this may be harder than he expected.

The evening arrives and so do the investigators. Punk was the last one driving, he leaves the steering wheel and opens up the back compartment, "This is the right place, right?"

Blues is the first out, "Yes, that building up ahead." The area itself is mostly desert, but way up ahead rests a tall tower. "You guys remember what we are doing?"

Forte already begins walking over to the tower, "Of course! We run in and delete everyone in sight, steal anything that is of interest and then camp out for the night! Let's go, I haven't fought for a long time!"

"Hang on, Forte, mind you that your powers are limited."

"Humph, I'm not that out of shape."

"No, it's those things around your wrists."

"Oh…right," Forte looks away, feeling a tad embarrassed and depressed.

"Let's move in," Blues begins to rush at the tower, everyone follows. They are there quickly, and the door is opened with ease. The leader of the group listens closely, but he hears not a single peep. That doesn't stop him though, he leads everyone inside, and he continues to listen very closely.

The place itself is full of dust and sand, but it overall appears abandoned. Forte sees a door to the side while the others head for a plight of stairs. He walks off to the side toward the door, just as he is a good two feet from the door, an alarm goes off.

Everyone is on high alert, looking around and ready to give it all when suddenly the walls open in some parts, revealing cannons aiming at the group. The NetNavis all begin to prepare for the worst when suddenly…

Bouncy balls, and they are everywhere.

"What is this?!" GateMan asks as he is shot at again and again with big, small, and medium sized bouncy balls.

"I don't know," Blues hits as many away as possible. "Just hit them! The doors are all sealed shut! We're not going anywhere by the looks of it!"

"Yeah! Now this is my kind of mission!" Punk is hitting everything, he even hits GridMan by mistake, which causes a bit of a fight between the two.

KendoMan uses his kendo stick and ends up hitting a lot, but, like the others, there are so many bouncy balls all over that he's hit more rather than doing the hitting.

Forte stays in a corner, he punches any that come his way, he seems to be doing well, but he does get nailed in the crotch, and then the face, and then in the gut, he's now on the floor. "Those…damn balls!"

And then it stops, bouncy balls of all sizes strewn the floor, Punk laughs. "Hey Forte, I bet not even you're used to seeing all these balls!"

"Shut up I know where you sleep," was the reply he got.

The door that barricaded the steps is lifted, Blues leads everyone up, all careful to not step on a ball, GridMan did trip, Punk helped him up, but he too ended up falling. Once upstairs, Blues gets ready for a fight, followed by the rest, because who stood before them is none other than…

"I am PharaohMan, who dares enter my tower that I had made?" He then notices Forte, "Oh? I was wondering where you went…"

Blues steps forward, "I am afraid to say that you're coming with me, PharaohMan, you are a prime suspect in the recent disappearance of Colonel and his group."

Forte's heart drops, Colonel's been captured?

The pharaoh doesn't even blink, "I have no idea what you are talking about, leave this place, but Forte can stay."

"You're coming with us…whether you want to or not!"

"I do not wish to do that, for I have been resting here in this tower now for over three days, this is my escape, and I do not wish to be disturbed. Leave this place! But Forte can stay…"

"May I ask why Forte can stay?"

"Because he is far more powerful than me, and I am ashamed to admit that I fear him."

Punk laughs, he was about to speak out against that, but then he remembered that he has to keep quiet unless spoken too, otherwise he'll be in trouble when he leaves. Blues is scary when he wants to be.

"PharaohMan, I am this close to forcing you to come with, or we'll sick Forte onto you."

This earns a sigh from PharaohMan, "Really? Since when do Solo NetNavis work with humans anyway? Why can't I just stay here?"

"You know exactly why, we're just taking you back for further questioning, after that if you are proven innocent, you are being sent to SciLabs for quarantine."

"Quarantine?! What did I ever do?"

"From what I understand you were once found in a WWW Network, this can only mean that you had planned to work with them."

"That is untrue! I was merely there because I was strong enough to be there! I never worked with them! Forte was there too! Arrest him!"

"He already is in our care, and he has little choice in his current position, now then, are you coming with or not?"

"Ugh, after all this and what do I get? Fine, I'll come with."

"Mission complete. Alright," Blues walks up behind the pharaoh and ties some sort of rope around him. "This should limit your powers, now follow us outsi-"

Suddenly PharaohMan falls over, everyone stares at him. "Uh, it seems that the device you attached to me took away my ability to levitate…I require assistance."

Everyone looks at one another, and they all begin to help pick up the Solo NetNavi.

"Oh boy, you need to lose about a hundred pounds!" Punk says as they all lift PharaohMan up into the air.

"Do not speak of me that way, punk human NetNavi! For I have been on the same vegetable only diet for as long as I can remember!"

GridMan speaks next, "How do you even eat?! You have no mouth!"

"That is none of your concern."

And suddenly it seems that PharaohMan got heavier, "How…?" Blues asks before craning his neck back, revealing that Forte is now sitting atop of PharaohMan. "Will you be useful and help for once?!"

The fire is warm on the cold night, and everyone snuggles under some blankets, drinking soup under the stars. Well…PharaohMan isn't, but he is going on and on about his "life story" as he puts it, which is literally a day-to-day adventure since he was first created. Apparently the Navi has some sort of good memory, which is interesting, sadly, the same cannot be said for his life story.

"…and I honestly had no idea what to do, just like yesterday, I stood there and pondered," PharaohMan then whispers quietly. "And to be honest, I was okay with that." He speaks louder again, "But the next day I found out what I wanted to do then; floating around! So that's what I did!"

KendoMan leans in close to Forte, "Do you Solo NetNavis really have that boring of lives?"

Forte shrugs and PharaohMan booms, "I AM SPEAKING. DO NOT INTERRUPT ME, OR I SHALL PLACE A CURSE THAT LASTS A THOUSAND YEARS ON YOU." KendoMan is quiet as the pharaoh continues his story. This is going to be a long night…

Forte stirs in his sleeping bag, and he sits up, rubbing his eyes. It's still dark, he must've not been asleep for long. He looks around and notices that Blues is awake, sitting off a little in the distance, his posture is slouched, and he seems to be drinking something.

"Blues?"

The Navi looks back, then he looks away into the distance again, "I hope I did not awake you."

"No, you didn't, I had a dream…what are you doing awake?"

"Nothing, go back to sleep."

"You can tell me."

"I said it's nothing, go back to sleep. We're leaving early tomorrow."

Forte moves, crawling his way next to Blues, taking a seat aside him. He then sees what Blues was drinking, a small canister, but the small rectangular prism shape alerts Forte to knowing that Blues is drinking something stronger than water. "Blues, what's wrong?"

"Fine, I don't like this, okay? I miss Enzan."

"Oh…"

"Yeah, now get back to sleep."

"Look, I know you miss him, I understand what it's like to feel like you need someone, but, he still cares about you, and he misses you too."

"I know, it's just…I haven't received a letter from him in a while, and I know that servers are weak, connection with the humans is hard, but…I just wish I didn't have to put up with any of this."

"I understand. Hey, maybe when all of this is done you and I can do something together."

"I'm usually quite busy."

"Okay, when you're not busy. I'll probably be living my life at that SciLabs place. Maybe you can come by and we can see each other?"

"If I have the time, alright."

"Great! And stop drinking that, you need to drive tomorrow, unless you rather take a rest?"

"Oh, well, I'll be fine."

"You sure? You don't seem to drink much, so I'm not sure if you can handle it."

"I drink when no one is looking, just don't tell anyone. I used to not, but, it's getting harder to find an escape. It probably doesn't help though, if anything it seems to make it worse half the time."

"Maybe instead we can do something else? It is a nice night, care for a walk?"

"Not really, we should be going back to bed."

"You're right, but, may I ask you something real quick?"

"Sure."

"I was told you are asexual, so, you reproduce?"

Silence follows, and then Blues starts to laugh, it starts out as a small laugh, and then he loses it, which takes Forte off guard. "No, no, no, no, Forte. NetNavis can't reproduce first off, second off, it means I have no attraction to anyone physically. Of course, that's just me personally. Reproduce on my own, I do know what you mean though, to reproduce on your own is asexual but that's a different kind of asexual."

Forte feels as though he just committed a faux pas, "I see, well then, sorry I asked."

"What? Oh no, it's fine. You made my night actually. Maybe I'm getting a little tipsy and that's why, but thanks anyway, I'm heading to bed then, you do the same."

"Sure, I guess," Forte turns around and crawls back into his sleeping bag. "Good night then?"

"Yeah, you have wonderful dreams this time."

"I'll try I guess."