Disclaimer: I do not own Mega Man

There was a friendly student-versus-student battle going on I couldn't watch. It wasn't that the kids my own age watching it were too stingy to let me watch; there was just a limit to how many could clamor around to watch and my last class was just too far away from the exit doors. So I did what I did everyday at recess—stand around rubbing my stomach and pinching my arm fat regretting bringing a hamburger in for lunch everyday.

Sure I could've made myself a sandwich, but it was the month of the year my favorite fast food restaurant, Thorman's Burgers, mailing coupons and my grandfather never keeps any sweets in the house. My bickering aside, the players were yelling louder than a teacher should allow.

"Come on HalbredMan!"

"It's in the bag, JinmenjuMan!"

In the end, JinmenjuMan won and his partner celebrated his victory pumping his arms in the air. Still five minutes until the end of recess so he felt like gloating.

"JinmenjuMan can make everyone lose their fighting spirit and finish them with his mighty branches. Whose next?"

All the kids with Navi's sweated nervously. None of them really wanted to face Jon. He was big and strong like Jon Snow from Game of Thrones even though he was way younger and his Navi resonated well with him.

People used to use battle ships to give their Navi's a boost, but you know kids—if they leave trading cards in their pockets when their mother's wash'em...who allows kids to have a microchip in their pockets all the time? It was decided by the new CEO everyone who buys a Navi would have their brainwaves scanned and linked to the Navi materializing their kind of Navi and creating moves they can use. Jon is a vegetarian obsessed with push-ups and protein shakes. His choices made JinmenjuMan.

"I've got it!" he exclaimed. "I'll close my eyes and stick out my finger and spin around. Whoever I land on is who I'll face next. And just in case your wondering, if I open my eyes and see no one, I'll swerve my hand until I point to one of you."

He proceeded to try for another insipid match.

Guess who he landed on; yeah, me. He had a big squishy smile on his face before sauntering up to me. When he got close to me he prodded his finger at me before tracing back to his own chest.

"Are you ready to get pulverized by JinmenjuMan?"

My eyes lingered for a while into his—not in a gay way-before I scoffed.

"Hard for that to happen to my Navi when I don't have one."

Telling the truth feels good, but it can also lead to pain.

Fortunately, the bell rang...didn't mean anything to Jon who stood stolidly.

"I already challenged you to a battle Don't think I haven't seen you listening slash watching my victories. Why don't you get your prying eyes off other people's Navi's and see about getting your own...or else I'll beat you up."

With that for lack of a better word "hostility", he power-walked from me to the inside of the school.

As much as I hate to admit it, he was right. But only about me not having my own Navi. I could get one...didn't mean I needed to goad people into facing me or flaunt it around at school like Jon...

I probably won't bring it to school.

Test papers came back. I got a B+ in Algebra. I studied hard but I also got distracted by the pink lightning and maelstrom of wind that picked up three days ago. Mother Nature was ferocious. Compared to "her" we are all just insects. Even so, maybe reminding my grandfather I try hard will help him see I need my own Navi.

As I returned home, I saw the garage door open. It was nothing to be concerned about: grandad even in his seventies liked to ride a motorcycle. Besides, the door inside the garage was locked so any intruders would just be stepping into a raccoon trap without the string.

I walked up to the house, made a thrust motion with my hand in the doorknob and opened it to find a box the size of my backpack sliced open with paper jutting out. One: my grandfather has no respect for other people's privacy. Two: I never ordered this box and there isn't any internet to order it in this house, we have to get our information at the library like peasants.

Not sure what else to do I picked it up to carry to the counter—saw another surprise awaiting me, and that was a present.

It was a Navi device in the flesh.

This was a very surprising gift, mostly because I never talk about technology nor do I tell grandad if there's anything I would like—he still works despite his age and still barely can afford food and mortgage.

It was strange that he might have bought this, and it seemed even stranger when I saw he scribbled "We'll talk later about this." on his one hundred and sixty page notebook.

That was all he put in the note? No: "Have fun but be careful with this" or "To my grandson."

Questions came to my mind over all this when the heavy purr of grandad's motorcycle reverberated through the house.

He was soon inside the raccoon cage turn the doorknob before opening the door and stepping inside. He wore a teal green jacket and helmet with a bandana on his neck. His green eyes fixated on me as the seams on his face pulsated.

"Are you going to tell me why you brought technology into my house?"

I was dumbfounded with my mouth agape trying to think of an answer. My eyes flitted to the Navi I grabbed without even thinking about it. To think, I was going to have a Navi the day I might lose it.