Chapter 5; An Operator's Heart
"Netto-kun..." the stirring NetNavi murmured, followed by a twinge of pain. Then was silent. "Mega?" Netto said hesitantly. But MegaMan had fallen into a deep and easy sleep. A small smile was placed on his lips. Netto realized that his hand was still touching his NetNavi's. He smiled softly, then collapsed to the floor, his head falling on the bed. Hanging half-off, Netto was knocked out. Many days without food or sleep made him just faint and get ill.
A single emerald-colored eye opened and closed sleepily at the sudden movement that Netto's head had made. But the NetNavi was too exhausted to move, and saw whatever had caused the movement as not being important. -
It was late in the afternoon the next day when MegaMan finally stirred out of his sleep. He felt much better, and like he'd been resting for a very long time. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of a white ceiling that was familiar to him. And then the memories of what happened hit him full in the face. Abduction, brainwashing, being under someone else's control. Having no choice but to do what he was commanded. And then there was the period of blackness where he knew not what he was doing, or if he was doing anything, so on and so forth.
Where was he now? He wasn't in the internet, frozen by Iceman's blizzard. He was... he felt what he was laying on with his hands. He was on a bed under the covers. Which bed and whose it was, he didn't know. His hand grasped a thing that felt soft, and he lifted it to his face. It was his operator's blue bandana that he always had on his head. He was in Netto- kun's room. A thought of emergency and worry ran through his brain. Netto would never take off his bandana.
MegaMan immediately sat himself upright on the bed, ignoring the nagging pain in his arms caused by the sudden movement. There wasn't anybody in the room. He saw his armor on the desk chair, hanging there. His boots were also there. He supposed that the door was locked, and he didn't hear a sound anywhere in the house. He was about to get out of the bed when he looked down on the floor to see if he was going to step on something. There Netto was, lying crumpled in a heap on the floor, trembling, his stomach making loud growling sounds. He reached a hand down and touched his operator's shoulder, who turned at the contact. He looked simply famished, exhausted, and surprised to see him, all at the same time.
"Netto-kun..." the stirring NetNavi murmured, followed by a twinge of pain. Then was silent. "Mega?" Netto said hesitantly. But MegaMan had fallen into a deep and easy sleep. A small smile was placed on his lips. Netto realized that his hand was still touching his NetNavi's. He smiled softly, then collapsed to the floor, his head falling on the bed. Hanging half-off, Netto was knocked out. Many days without food or sleep made him just faint and get ill.
A single emerald-colored eye opened and closed sleepily at the sudden movement that Netto's head had made. But the NetNavi was too exhausted to move, and saw whatever had caused the movement as not being important. -
It was late in the afternoon the next day when MegaMan finally stirred out of his sleep. He felt much better, and like he'd been resting for a very long time. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of a white ceiling that was familiar to him. And then the memories of what happened hit him full in the face. Abduction, brainwashing, being under someone else's control. Having no choice but to do what he was commanded. And then there was the period of blackness where he knew not what he was doing, or if he was doing anything, so on and so forth.
Where was he now? He wasn't in the internet, frozen by Iceman's blizzard. He was... he felt what he was laying on with his hands. He was on a bed under the covers. Which bed and whose it was, he didn't know. His hand grasped a thing that felt soft, and he lifted it to his face. It was his operator's blue bandana that he always had on his head. He was in Netto- kun's room. A thought of emergency and worry ran through his brain. Netto would never take off his bandana.
MegaMan immediately sat himself upright on the bed, ignoring the nagging pain in his arms caused by the sudden movement. There wasn't anybody in the room. He saw his armor on the desk chair, hanging there. His boots were also there. He supposed that the door was locked, and he didn't hear a sound anywhere in the house. He was about to get out of the bed when he looked down on the floor to see if he was going to step on something. There Netto was, lying crumpled in a heap on the floor, trembling, his stomach making loud growling sounds. He reached a hand down and touched his operator's shoulder, who turned at the contact. He looked simply famished, exhausted, and surprised to see him, all at the same time.