Hello! I'm LivingAtSomePointInTime. This is my first story, so maybe review? I'd like to know if people want more chapters.

Also, I started this as a stereotypical school AU, but then it evolved into something more. (At least in my head!) I'm kind of basing the characterization off the manga, but I've also been inspired a lot by other fanfictions. I hope they don't seem too OOC.

I think I might've made Blues a bit of a delenquient.

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Megaman or any of its characters, please don't sue me.


"You want to do what now?"

Blues stopped tinkering with his buster arm and looked at Rock incredulously. It had been three months since the destruction order for all of Light's robot masters, and when they all gathered to discuss what they were going to do, it was Rock who had suggested hiding in various locations around the world. It was then decided that they would split into groups, to satisfy the need for companionship present in robot masters. Blues had volunteered to look after Rock and Roll, since they could no longer stay with Dr. Light. The group ended up going to a small town in Kansas called Louisburg, where they've been hiding in abandoned buildings and playing mind games to pass the time. Of course, after three months, Rock's child AI would get bored.

"Roll and I have decided that we want to go to school," Rock ventured. He was nervous to ask this of his brother, even though the worst he could do would be to say no. While Blues was… erratic at times, he would never harm his little brother for no reason, and Rock knew that. Still, his experiences during the Wily Wars caused him to be a little more anxious.

"Why on earth would you want to do that?" School, like a human school? Where people can order you to do things without meaning to, and children at that? Blues frowned a little and looked over his shades at Roll.

Realizing it was her turn to speak, she elaborated, "Well, we've been getting really bored, what with only so many things to clean and games to play before it feels repetitive. Since human children seem to enjoy going to school, Rock and I decided that we want to try it." She tugged a few strands of her hair, a nervous habit she developed around the Third War. "We look close enough to pass as human, and we've been around them all our lives. Maybe we could come up with aliases, to hide who we are? No one really knows what Rock looks like outside of armor anyway, and I'm sure not many people know who I am." She said that last part with a bit of contempt. Rock wasn't Light's only creation, and she had some impressive AI too!

"Do you realize what exactly that would entail? You would be in a building full of humans. The Three Laws would be going berserk, and when you could easily trip or bump into someone? That counts as harm, you know." He knew they knew that, but stating it helped him prove his point. "Plus there's the fact that you don't need to eat or breathe, not to mention your weight. Most ten year-olds with your physique don't weigh two hundred pounds," He finished calmly. He knew they couldn't argue.

Rock winced at that last bit. He had been told many times how heavy he was in comparison to a normal child, well, a normal human child. He wanted to rebuke Blues' argument, but he knew he was right. There wasn't anything either of the twins could do other than make puppy-dog eyes at their older brother and hope he'd change his mind. Roll knew it too. That's why, when Blues stated his claim, she simply nodded and looked down. She wished he would change his mind, but she knew him well enough to know that he isn't easily swayed.

As Blues glanced at his disappointed siblings, he thought of researching it some more, to see if there truly wasn't a school they could go to without the fear of being discovered, and logged this for later. He didn't like it when they were upset. His exposed arm components became apparent to him, and he quickly finished what he had been working on and closed it up. He would have to get more information, and the Internet was not an option. Roll would kill him if he hacked into the Pentagon again. (Not that he wouldn't do it anyway)


Over the course of the next week, Blues spent his time researching schools in the district and nearby districts, and figuring out what would be required to get in. He kept the twins busy with a TV he'd found in the garbage and a PS3 with some games (that he'd stolen; Roll disapproved). As long as they weren't paying attention, he could focus most of his processing power on talking with some old acquaintances about forging legal documents. He had already come up with aliases for Rock and Roll, deciding that they could use their real names as nicknames if they wished. For himself, well…

Only family know me as Blues, so that name should suffice. As for the family name, since we're all technically the children of Light, what about Hikari? Both Rock and I could pass for Japanese, but Roll… an American mother? So that would make us Japanese-American.

As he idly thought this to himself on one processor, the other that wasn't focused on research was focused on the twins' safety. He made sure that they were always near him so they didn't wander off, and that they were out of the sights of anyone looking in. He noticed that they were anxious in their empathetic link—why did they even bother talking, he wondered?—and tried his best to soothe them. Roll, who had been petting Tango, visibly relaxed a bit, and Rock, though he continued to play Skyrim, sent an "I'm alright" through the link.

With that taken care of for the most part, Blues' mind wandered back to the task at hand. If this works out, how should I tell them? Should it be a surprise? Its mid-December already, so Christmas is around the corner… As he pondered this, he thought of their previous Christmases. After getting on better terms with his family, though he didn't stay, he would always be sure to leave small presents for his younger brother and sister. This will be their first Christmas without Dr. Light, he realized. When the destruction of his children was ordered, Light had pleaded with the government to cancel it. Wily's robots actually ended up helping them escape, hacking the plant to make it seem like they had been destroyed, and then housing a few of them in abandoned fortresses.

Rock and Roll, having lived with Dr. Light all their lives, were extremely upset that they had to leave him. They knew why they had to, though. It wouldn't do to have a human travel with them, especially at his age. Fortunately, Blues was able to make a connection hidden enough for them to talk, but only occasionally, as he didn't want to be found out.

He suddenly got a message in the corner of his vision that the documents he wanted were finished. After downloading them, he looked them over and made the necessary changes, adding their aliases and fake birthdays (Both Rock and Roll were ten, and Blues put himself as eighteen, even though he was only 5'3") along with some other details. When he was finished, he saved the documents and resumed looking at schools. It would have to be a small one, one where people weren't likely to recognize them as robots. As he scrolled through the options, he adjusted his scarf for the umpteenth time that day.

Stopping on one, he looked at the details. This one looks out of the way enough. It says it's K-5, they'd be in the 5th grade, right? He'd admit he wasn't an expert in human education, but he knew enough to know that they'd be starting in the middle of the school year. Which was fine, really, they already knew everything the humans would be learning. So if I go ahead and enroll them, they'll start in January. That's not unusual, is it?

He sighed. A week of no sleep was taking its toll on his systems. Letting some programs run in the background, he decided to take a nap. After letting his siblings know, he immediately got a request to snuggle with him, courtesy of Rock. Having finished his game, he was staring at Blues, who accepted the request and let him curl up next to him. He invited Roll over, who didn't feel like sleeping, and said she'd keep watch. Respecting her wishes, he pulled Rock a little closer and drifted off.