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And now, for the second chapter! Enzan's side of the story!

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The phone rang.

Before the order could be given, a maid picked it up and put it to her ear.

"Ijuuin residence."

A pause.

"Who is this?"

She covered the receiver with her hand and turned to the boy sitting on the office chair.

"Hikari Netto wishes to speak to you, Ijuuin-sama."

He grabbed the phone unceremoniously from her hand and was about to say something, when he realized he had nothing to say. He didn't even know why he had wanted to talk to Netto in the first place.

"Netto?"

Enzan blinked in wonder. Was he really at such a loss for words that he had forgotten to call Netto by his surname? Even Blues, from Enzan's PET, gave a suppressed gasp of something that might have been shock.

"Hello Enzan. You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes. It's been a bit of a slow day and I needed someone to talk to."

"Oh."

In reality, it had not been a slow day at all. Enzan had been kept busy most of the day with meetings and hand been in the middle of looking over a company earnings report even as Netto called. But sometime during the day, between two particularly stressful meetings, he had found himself dialing Netto's number on his sleek silver cell phone. Netto had not been available, and Enzan had asked his mother to inform him of the call. Overall, he had been acting a bit strange regarding Netto all day, and was desperately racking his mind for the cause of this oddity.

They spoke for a while, before Enzan realized and pointed out that it was past midnight and both of them should have been getting to sleep. Of course, Enzan still had half a dozen reports to look over, assuring him little sleep until near dawn.

"Well, good night Netto."

There he was again. Calling Netto by his first name.

"Good night. And…"

"Yes?"

"…nothing. Good night."

Netto hung up the phone, and Enzan did so as well. For some reason, Enzan felt as if there was something important he wasn't getting, some grave knowledge he was missing. What had Netto been trying to say to him before he had hastily hung up? Why did Enzan want to know so much?

"Enzan-sama?"

Enzan glanced swiftly at his PET. He had spaced out, apparently, pondering his own odd behavior and the conversation with Netto. Blues seemed to have gotten impatient, and had shaken Enzan from his stupor.



"Yes?"

"You still have work to do. Are you going to do it now?"

"Of course."

He picked up the disk and slipped it back into the computer at his desk, trawling through megabyte upon megabyte of information on stocks, profits, and expenses.

Two hours later, finishing up the final report, Enzan heaved a sigh. He wished that for once he wasn't a vice-president, but a normal kid, like Netto. While Netto surely was a bit set apart from others due to his Navi, he was still able to live a much more normal life than Enzan could ever remember living.

Again he was thinking about Netto. Enzan caught himself before his mind could trail off into any more thoughts pertaining to the spirited Net Battler.

"Enzan-sama, is something wrong?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Those reports should have taken you half an hour, forty five minutes at the most. There must have been something on your mind to delay you so much."

"I guess."

"So what were you thinking about?"

"N- Hikari."

Enzan had been about to say Netto's first name again, which would have convinced Blues beyond reasonable doubt that there was something wrong with him. As it was, Enzan wasn't positive that there wasn't something wrong with him.

"You seem to be thinking a lot about him, Enzan-sama."

It was a statement of an obvious fact. Enzan had picked up the phone and dialed Netto's number after a week of finding his mind on the subject of Netto. Of course, he had denied even thinking of him at first, but eventually he was forced to grudgingly accept it. But why, he wondered, were his thoughts so drawn? And what, he wondered again, had Netto been about to say?

"Yes, I guess I do. Blues, what do you think I should do?"

"What do you normally think?"

"I don't know…"

He trailed off, remembering how some of these thoughts were less than desirable, though they seemed to suggest that Netto was. Enzan hoped desperately that he wasn't blushing, as that would have shown up quite brightly on his pale cheeks. But alas, such hopes were futile.

"You're blushing, Enzan-sama."

The Net Battler shot his Navi a rueful glance.

"So I am."

"Why?"

"I… don't know."

Enzan linked. There were those three words again, those words he felt anyone weak for saying, and he had said them twice in as many minutes. And by far the most frustrating thing was that today he honestly didn't know. He didn't know why he was having un-rival-like thoughts about his rival, he didn't know why he had been so eager to talk to Netto, he didn't know when he had begun to think of Netto as his friend, and most of all (and most painful for his ego), he didn't know why he didn't know.

"Blues, I'm tired. Wake me at six-thirty as usual."

Without waiting for a response, two sleep-clouded blue eyes shut, and one white and black haired head fell down onto the desk. In mere milliseconds, Ijuuin Enzan was asleep, dreams still clouded with thoughts of Hikari Netto. A drop of water fell on the sleeping boy's face from a crack in the ceiling. Outside it was raining.

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