Authors Note: This takes place after EXE 6, or Battle Network 6 for those familiar with the English version. Netto moves back to Akihara and tries to live as normal a life that Netto Hikari can live. This takes place in a sort of weird version of the series that I thought up. First is the first season of the anime, with some changes so WWW is searching for the super programs and creating the Dream Virus instead of that Pharaohman crap, then it's the games with some aspects of the manga. For those who don't know, Netto is Lan, Meiru is Mayl, Tohru is Tory, Enzan is Chaud, Rockman is Megaman and Blues is Protoman.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rockman.EXE, it belongs to Capcom. I do own Brett, so don't try anything funny.

Rockman.EXE Buildup

Chapter 1

Arrival

(Unknown Location 2:19 a.m. March 23rd 200X)

The place was barren, not a wasteland barren as in a bunch of rocks and boulders, or a lot of sand with the occasional cactus desert barren. There was nothing there, besides the ground of course. The ground was an obscure shade of gray, which was divided into squares by some other obscure shade of gray. Another thing about this ground was that it was smooth, unnaturally smooth, which would make sense because it was, unnatural that is. The sky, if it could be called that was black, not a starry night black, or a pitch black; it was simply the absence of color, which went on infinitely, or at least what seems like infinity, it was most likely finite, but your not here to hear about this black finite infinity. Of course this would be an incredibly boring story if it were entirely about a barren place, so lets move on shall we.

Appearing in two separate bright blue beams of cylindrical light were two figures. Since there wasn't much light, any sort of color or detail about them if rather vague. From what can we tell they are both humanoid, the first figure was wearing armor on his chest, fore-arms (including the hands), and lower legs (including the feet). He had some sort of pack that had four sharp blades attached to it near the corners. He also wore a helmet that let some hair out of the back, which said hair happens to be spiky. From this point onward he shall be known as Shadow A. He seems to be slightly impatient as he glares at the other shadowy figure. A screen appears behind him that has another conveniently shadowy figure with no discernable features.

"Alright, so what's this job you have for us?" asks the figure in the screen who from now on will be known as Shadow B.

"I need your services for a very difficult hit, it is extremely dangerous but if you manage to succeed, you will be generously rewarded," answered the last of this trio, who you should have figured out by now, will be called Shadow C. He was slightly taller then the other figure, wearing mostly a jumpsuit covered with light chest armor. He had forearm length gloves and boots. His helmet doubles as a mask which covers his upper face, he is also has a scarf around his neck. For some reason he is standing on the balls of his feet.

"Yeah, Yeah, where do I go, whose ass do I kick?" asked Shadow A

"Hey, Show our client some respect," yells Shadow B, in a rather pissed tone.

"It is quite alright, he simply does not know what he's up against," replies Shadow C, "My organization requires the gathering of information on several navis, and here is the first." C then holds his palm level and a transparent image appears. The image is of a young man in a purple body suit with black stripes. He had a red chest protector with the symbol of ying and yang, his gloves are forearm length that were red with black on the actual hands, the same symbol appearing on both of them. His boots are red and he has red helmet with a horn on the forehead area with a white crescent stripe below it. Covering his eyes was a black visor; he also had long gray hair that went down to his knees.

"Hey, that's that Blues guy who won the N1 Grand Prix," replied Shadow A.

"Correct," said C, "This is Blues.exe, operated by Enzan Injun, vice president of IPC, winner of the first annual N1 Grand Prix, and Net Savior. He specializes in melee sword combat, and has incredibly high speed. He can delete a navi in three seconds."

"Wow," states A, "this job just got interesting,"

"So what do you want done, Combat Analyses, Personal Behavior Patterns, or do you just want us to kidnap him then rip him apart?" asks B.

"All that is required of your service is to make him fragment slightly, injure him, beat him, its all right if he's deleted but we…I would prefer if he was left functioning. However his data must be split, and we must have a sample of that spill. It also needs to be long and drawn out, as we have other…chores that must be done. And they must be done today," Responds C coldly.

"A shit kicking, no problem," states A.

"Come on now, we need to do our homework," says B, "Plug Out."

The figures disappear in the same cylinders of light that they appeared in and the screen fizzled out of existence, leaving the place barren once more.

(Akihara Japan 7:49 a.m. March 23rd 200X)

This lovely place is the wonderful City in Japan is known as Akihara, located not to far from the countries biggest city, Tokyo. It's more suburban than most area's having actual houses without shops and plenty of space for grass. The sun is shining, the air smells fresh, and the birds are chirping softly, nothing can interrupt the peace.

"AHHH, I'M GOING TO BE LATE!"

Except a brunette fourteen year-old on roller skates going ridiculously fast screaming his head off. He's wearing a white long sleeve shirt, an open orange vest, and a pair of black shorts that go below his knees. He has a brown belt around his waist with a holster on the right side, this holster doesn't hold a gun, no, it has a pda like device. On his head he has a blue bandana with a symbol on it. The said symbol was yellow circle, which had a black circle within it, taking up most of the space, and within black circle were two red semi circles that were cut off at both of the ends. His hair was spiky and his eyes were brown. Oh, did I mention that his shoes were orange and black, and his backpack was black and green?

"Well Netto, maybe if you didn't stay up so late last night playing Shadow the Hedgehog 7, you could have gotten up on time," said a voice from the brunette's, now identified as Netto, belt. Yes from his belt … stop looking at me like that, I'm serious! For within the holster is PeT, a personal terminal. Just about everyone in the world has one, and inside every PeT is an artificial intelligence program known as a Network Navigator, or Net Navi for short, even just Navi will suffice.

Pets and Net Navis are essential for every day life. For one thing, the pet doubles as a cell phone, calendar, clock, and an organizer. It also can send and receive e-mail and its most important feature, as a terminal to get onto the Internet, you need to plug in first of course, but that isn't usually a problem, considering after the creation of the Pet, usb plugs have been popping up everywhere.

But a Pet is useless without a Navi. The A.I. program access all of the data needs for all of the Pet's functions, especially the Internet which has advanced so far that it has become its own world, sort of like Tron or Digimon. The Navis are sent in by the people who own them, called Operators, to do various deeds, such as gathering information or effecting devices in the real world. Since the Internet has evolved, so have the viruses, which take physical forms not unlike a Navi's. To combat the viruses, Navi's have delete functions built into them. Also, an Operator can input data isolated onto individual chips, known as battle chips, to assist the Navi in battling the viruses, the entire action is known as Virus Busting. Not to long after Navi's became public, someone found out that having a Navi and Operator team compete against another team is really fun, and the sport of Netbattleing was born.

The Navi that just put down our hero is wearing a dark blue jumpsuit with sky blue stripes on his sides going up to his armpits. He also has blue gloves, boots, and a pack of some sort, which is attached to his back without straps and has two small cylinders popping out at the upper side edges at a forty-five degree angle. He is wearing a blue helmet with a few yellow rectangles going from the front to the back through the center of the helmet. On his chest and over where his ears should be is the same symbol as the one on Netto's bandana. He has Dark blue, almost black hair (yes it's blue, not black, I checked) that spikes out from the back of the helmet. He also has green eyes.

"Shut up Rockman, I had to find out if Shadow's make out scene with Blaze was true or if it was induced by his concussion," replied Netto as he barreled down the street way to fast to be safe, which it wasn't. He raced down the sidewalk as if his life depended on it, which it did.

"You better hurry, Ryu-sensei is a lot more stick then Mariko-sensei or Mach-Sensei," replied the blue bomber, "Last time you were late he gave you detention for a week!"

"Yeah I know," yelled the young Netbattler, "What time is it any way?"

"7:58 a.m."

"SHIT, I HAVE TWO MINUTES," bellowed the roller bladed one as he turned right with the help of a lamppost, and started down a hill leading to the school. The school looked like any other school, bland and boring, so use your own damn imagination to figure out the details.

"SLOW DOWN NETTO, YOU'RE GOING TO FAST!" screamed the bluenette.

"NO TIME, I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO JUUUUUUU!"

(Class 8-C, Akihara Middle, Akihara Japan 7:59 a.m. March 23rd 200X)

A middle-aged man wearing a white shirt, blue tie, and black pants is taking roll call in his class. He has black hair and brown eyes and looks very tired. He calls out the names of his students in a dreary voice, and the students answer just as dreary.

"Hikawa Tohru"

"Here"

"Sakurai Meiru"

"Here"

"Hikari Netto"

"…"

"Hikari Netto?" Ryu-sensei asked as he looked around the room, noticing a vacant seat to the left of Meiru right next to an open window, which gave a lovely view of the ground level that the class was located. Ryu-Sensei sighed as Netto was once again late. Moving the pen in his hand moved to the to the little box on the attendance sheet that would mark him has absent, and he would have checked it to if it weren't for those meddling kids, I mean weird sound from outside.

"MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPP" yelled the blur, as it flew through the window. That blur happens to be none other then everyone's favorite curry addict, Netto Hikari. Who aimed for his seat as he flew through the air. But he overshot the chair and hit his neighboring classmate. A pink haired, brown-eyed, recently gone through puberty girl named Meiru, who happened to have a crush on her current implement of pain, and vice-versa. But that's not all folks, because there momentum still had enough force to make them fly into Meiru's right side neighbor, Tohru, who had turned around to see what the sound was. The brown-haired grey-eyed teen was also knocked out of his desk and onto the floor.

The scene was an incredibly funny one, as all three of them were piled up on top of each other. Tohru was stuck on the bottom, crushed by the other teens. That wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that Meiru's butt had landed on his face. He was having trouble breathing, and the amount of blood from his nose almost drowning wasn't helping him either. Netto had landed on top; his face was lodged right between Meiru's breasts. He was winded from his death-defying stunt and just decided to rest there for a moment in the comfortable mounds of flesh. Meiru was, unfortunately, stuck in the middle. Her best friend and crush was resting in her breasts, which she thought felt wrong but fine at the same time, while her rear-end was feeling very wet. She didn't know how to react, so she just stayed there for a moment stupefied. With some amazing amount of luck, most likely provided by Netto, none of them had anything broken or bruised, except maybe their pride.

"Huer" responded Mr. Dumbass luck, his cry muffled by mameries. Ryu-Sensei just sighed as he checked the box, which marks the living proof of Murphy's law (Ryu-sensei's perception), in. It was going to be a long day.

"PERVERTS", screamed Meiru, a scream followed by two slaps. Ryu-sensei sighed again, a very long day.

(Outside Class 8-C, ACDC Middle, Akihara Japan 8:03 a.m. March 23rd 200X)

A young teenager outside of the classroom pauses and winces at the sounds coming from inside the classroom, the door of the classroom opens and two boys and a girl exit. Both of the boys have the imprint of a hand on their faces, and one of them has blood smeared above his lip. The girl is very flustered and is staring at the floor, embarrassed. They walk past him and he turns around to stare at them, he notices that the girl's ass seems to be covered in a sticky liquid. He goes to look at a piece of paper in his hand.

"Please don't let this be Classroom 8-C," the boy begs. He then turns to look above the door at the sign sitting above it, which happens to read "8-C"

"Shit"

(Class 8-C, ACDC Middle, Akihara Japan 8:12 a.m. March 23rd 200X)

"Alright, now if the horny children are done doing inappropriate things, we can get started," said the pissed off teacher. Meiru blushed at the comment and so did Tohru, or he would have if he didn't have so little blood to waste. Both Netto and Tohru were holding ice pack on their cheeks where Meiru slapped them. Tohru had tissues stuck up his nose and Meiru's butt was still slightly wet from wiping the blood off in the bathroom. Netto just glared at the ultimate evil, I mean middle school teacher.

"We have a new student today so you ingrates better behave. No shoving him in the girls bathroom, no initiations involving toilets, no making him eat the tuna surprise that those hacks who call themselves cooks make, and for heavens sakes do not put the gerbil down his pants!" droned the slut of Satan, I mean teacher. The students all rolled their eyes but nodded anyway.

"Good, now get your ass in here new kid," yelled the middle-aged worker. The boy who said shit before walked into the class. He wore plain black pants and a plain red T-shirt. He had some simple grey sneakers on and a red baseball hat. His hair was black and slightly unruly, his eyes were green and covered by glasses. And like everyone else in the world, he had a (black) belt with a Pet and holster on it, said Pet being red. He smiled nervously. Lets peer into his thoughts shall we?

"Shit, new class, new town, new FUCKING COUNTRY! Why the hell did we have to move? This sucks, I have no idea what these people are like, I can barley understand what they say. Fucking salesman gypped me with that half assed Japanese to English translator. No matter must not show fear, students can smell fear, they'll aim for the jugular as soon as I show fear, must focus on survival," though the nervous child.

"Hey baka, something something tuna monkey yourself leftover sit!" yelled Ryu-sensei, causing the teen to jump slightly. Most of the students laughed except for Netto and friends, because Netto happens to be a nice guy and his friends are two busy being embarrassed. Guessing what the teacher said, the teen responded.

"Um, hello, my name is Brett…um…I'm fourteen years old, I enjoy strategy games and puzzles, and I…um, moved here recently from America…nice to meet you all?" said Brett, rubbing his head nervously. All of the students looked confused, like he was speaking another language, which he was. There Navi's didn't have translation software, because its really expensive, and the Japanese English class just plain sucked, even the best students only got the bit about spoons, which clearly proves that they sucked. Fortunately for Netto, Rockman turned on his translation program, provided by Netto's father, allowing Netto to actual understand what he said.

"Tang follicles Captain Dumbass Orange hamster" ordered Ryu-sensei, sharply pointing to one of the many empty seats in the class, they were empty because most of the kids were smart enough to get a room reassignment after the first day of being in the same class as Captain Dumb Ass. Captain Dumb Ass being Netto Hikari.

"All y0u6 Bs3 are belong to me," responded Ryu-sensei, from Brett's perspective, as he walked out of the class.

"Fucking half-assed translator programs," Brett said while sighing.

"Yeah, the cheap ones really suck," responded Netto.

"You can say that a..gain…wait, you under stand me?" questioned Brett.

"Good two way translator, I'm Netto, you look like you could use some help," answered the brunette, sticking out his hand and smiling.

"Brett, and I could certainly use some," he responded, shaking Netto's hand while smiling.

(Main Lab Network, Scilab, Akihara Japan 8:26 a.m. March 23rd 200X)

The Longhaired navi Blues ran through his multiple opponents slashing with a blade where his opponents so swiftly that the slashes could barely be scene. His opponents were a group basic Navi, nothing special about them. They were clad in gray and had unemotional grey eyes, these navis are known as Beta-U's, basic navis designed to handle foreign data with ease, and are often used by scientists. What they were riding, however, is special. It was also gray. With two hulking fists, two large feet with holes for jet exhaust. Connected to the arms and legs was a half sphere body. Of course it was only special until it was de-rezzed into nothingness.

"I'm sorry Doctor, the ride armor test was a fail-AAHHHH!" screamed the visored navi, as he fell on his knees with his back smoking, slightly scorched.

"Blues!" shouted a voice, which popped out of a screen; the owner of the voice is a young boy, the same age as all of the other young boys. He wore a black T-shirt that was underneath a read and black unbuttoned jacket. The part of the jacket that was black was the sleeves. Although we can't see them from here, he had green camo pants and the usual belt PeT mix. His eyes were blue and he had black and white hair, the white being a top splotch on the higher portion of his hair. But enough about him, we care about the guy on the floor more.

Blues slowly rose to his feet and turned around, and I'm sure that if we could see his eyes, they would have malice in them. He was staring at the direction that he was shot from, glaring at the figure.

The Navi was wearing a grey jumpsuit. He has dark blue boots that go up just barley to his knees. He is wearing dark blue gauntlets that reach his elbows, with the hand part being white. He is wearing some light chest armor that only goes down to his ribs and his also dark blue, they also come with shoulder pads that spike out in the same color with a crimson trim. There are crimson stripes going from tips of his toes and the wrists of his gauntlets going up to his chest armor. On his chest is a light blue circle that has the Greek letter omega in the same dark blue; within the empty space is the Roman letter for omega in crimson. Creating what sort of looks like an A. His helmet is similar to Rockman's except where Rockman had his symbols; this Navi had two light blue curved spikes. A symbol similar too his chests on his forehead part of the helmet. The helmet was Crimson until a forty-five degree angle, where it turned dark blue. On his back was pack, which went with his theme and was dark blue; there were also four grey blades that went downwards, each one at one corner. They were curved at the ends and made sort of a hook with about half of the hook chopped off. He had bright red-orange hair that came out form the back of his helmet, like Rockman's but longer. He (along with half the characters in this fic) had brown eyes and a smile on his lips. In his hand was a handgun that was slightly smoking.

"Hi, I'm Axl!" he said cheerfully, "I'll be kicking your ass today."

Next time on Rockman.Exe Buildup

Netto: I introduce Brett to Tohru and Meiru

Brett: Hey these guys aren't so bad; maybe I'll fit in after all.

Netto: But you say you like strategy? Out battle Tohru!

Brett: Hey no problem, I live for this.

Netto: What's this? Blues needs our help!

Both: Next time on Rockman.EXE Buildup! Conflict!

Netto: Sweet Christmas, look at that ride!

Brett: Wait Netto, I'm stuck to your backpack, no don't, why are you looking at that lawn mower? AHHHH!