Just in case I didn't make it known, this is really an AU fic, as I unintentionally combined the Anime and game in my brain. Damn you brain!

Behind These Eyes: Chapter 1

Journey to Densan Records!

Cyril sighed. He got up from his bed and walked out of his room to the kitchen, walking slowly as to make as little noise as possible. There was no point in disturbing the rest of his family because he couldn't sleep from anxiety. He grabbed a cup from the cupboard and shut it slowly, again as to make as little noise as possible. He bent down a little, as the refrigerator's water dispenser was a tad short for his rather tall and lanky frame. He drew the cup to his lips and drank the cool water. He always found this calming, the cool, flavorless water running down his throat, but he just assumed it was because humans were naturally a creature of water. He was not a peculiar person in that respect, or so he always hoped anyway…

As he walked back to his room he reflected upon the reason he awoke so suddenly. He feared the rejection of the record labels he sent his demo to. He knew that someone would accept him, or he hoped he knew.

The truth, he thought, is that I am not sure of myself enough to sleep soundly in waiting for the response.

He managed to smile at his own discomfort and assured himself that, like all things, it would take time. It had only been two months since he submitted the demo, and he would be lucky if he could get a response in 2 years, much less two months. He sat down on his bed and finished off his water.

"I wonder if Icarus is sleeping better than I." Cyril said to himself. He knew that Icarus was sure of the demo getting through, and was sleeping quite peacefully or whatever it was that navis do. Icarus was particularly proud of one song that he had a large part in. "What was it called again?" Cyril wondered aloud. He wanted sleep, he knew he needed it, for even he liked the song that Icarus name. To not remember it's name was nothing short of sacrilege. Icarus would laugh at him now, losing sleep over something so foolish. With that thought in his head, sleep quickly overtook him.

The next morning he found himself staring into his mother's eyes. Needless to say, this scared him quite well and he had to stop himself from head butting her.

"MOM!" He exclaimed after he sat up, "Why can't you wake me up like normal moms do?"

"Honey, I would have," She said sweetly, "you know I would have, but you simply would not wake up!"

Cyril rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "What's up Mom? What time is it?" He said wearily.

"It's almost noon," She said with a note of severity in her voice, "I thought you should wake up and not sleep the day away!"

"Sorry…" He said, "Thank you for waking me up, I had trouble sleeping last night."

"That's fine," She responded brightly, "Come down soon for lunch, we are having salad!"

"Thanks Mom!" Cyril called as she left the room, shutting his door. He yawned once and got out of bed. He walked over to his computer while stretching out the little kinks and things he got while sleeping in his bed. He sat down at his computer, and did what had become a ritual in the morning: he turned it on.

The computer that Cyril used was one of the top in the world, as his father was one of the better programmers in Science Labs. Cyril's father was a humble man and rarely praised himself for whatever breakthroughs he may have made, but he was always the first to praise the others for their work. Especially the man he looked up to the most: Hikari Yuuchiro. It took only moments to boot the OS for the computer.

Icarus' face greeted him with a half-smile, half-dissapointed look on his face. "Why does it take you so long to get up these days? I was bored out of my mind!" Icarus said with a false anger, "MY MIND!"

Cyril yawned, "You're quite peppy this morning…" Cyril looked at the clock, "Or rather, this afternoon. I suppose." Icarus just looked at him grinning stupidly. Cyril started to raise his voice in annoyance, "What's up? I know you want to tell me something Now spill it!"

"Woah, calm down there!" Icarus said, still grinning, "I can't help but grin, after the e-mail we got from the record label!"

"D'you mean?" Cyril said, trying not to get his hopes up and failing miserably.

Icarus looked at him slyly. "Yes, indeed it is, our hard work finally paid off!" Icarus opened the e-mail so Cyril could see it as well. Cyril scanned the e-mail carefully, looking for any sign of conditions that would restrict him in the future with this label known as Densan Records.

"So, they want to meet me… today?" Cyril said in astonishment, "Crap, they want to meet in an hour, a nd their office is 30 minutes away." Cyril began to pace around his room, making his bed, picking out his clothes and stripping down for his shower he was going to take in record time.

"You want me to go ahead and tell them that, yes you will meet with them, and you may be late?" Icarus asked, amused by his friend and operators frantic actions.

Cyril stopped for a moment to look at Icarus and calmly tell him what he would like done. "Yes, Icarus. Wait until I get out of the shower before you leave though, I don't need something happening, and I know you can get there in far less time than I."

Icarus smiled and flexed his wings, "You know it, baby!" Cyril stared at him with an eyebrow raised, and Icarus blushed "Umm… yeah, hehe… I can get there in about 5 minutes over the net."

Cyril chuckled, "Sometimes Icarus, I wonder what I was thinking when I made your personality program." Cyril smiled and hurried out to take his shower, and eat lunch. Icarus looked around at the homepage he was currently occupying and saw the programs doing their work as normal.

He stood on the floor that he designed himself, with the small amount of knowledge he had found around the internet about such things. He wore a full body spandex suit as most navi's did, but he chose not to wear a helmet, at least most of the time. This was partially because he had long hair, and also because "they made him itch." Cyril gave him a look for that, because he had no idea navi's could experience such an annoying feeling, but let him have his way. He was very plain by most peoples standards, and far too human looking for his own good. Even Cyril got comments about why his navi looked so odd. "It's too human looking!" "Why does it have wings?" "What does he do anyway?" All those comments marked Cyril and Icarus, an odd pair.

Cyril responded to such remarks as succinctly as he could, "It's what he wanted." This of course got him odd looks, because most people thought that navis had a duty to their operators not the other way around. Icarus and Cyril thought that the navi was a partner, someone who was your friend, who helped you out with things on the net that you couldn't do on your own. In their case, of course, they were partners in music.

Icarus ran the standard checks on everything in the computer, now that it had been turned on. It was a laborious task, but he did it willingly. After all, the music on this computer was precious, and the files that held them were even more so. He chose to do this to escape the boredom that would have accompanied him waiting twenty minutes for Cyril to return. He just completed everything when Cyril entered; his hair looking slightly wet and a little bit of dressing on his lips.

"Okay Icarus," Cyril began, "How much time do I have left?"

"You have about 10 minutes to get out the door and get there. Make sure you bring your PET with you, I don't want to have to journey back on the net when I could ride with you more easily." Icarus said robotically, until the last few words which he added a tone of light-heartedness.

"Alright," Cyril said smiling, "I just need to brush my teeth and I will leave. You can leave now to get there and confirm the appointment… if there has been an error, just tell me when I get there the Navi's there should be able to direct you." Icarus nodded in affirmation and left for the net, his data rearranging to get through the small wires that gave access to it.

Cyril picked up his PET, put it into his "holster," brushed his teeth, waved farewell to his mother and got on his bike and rode off to where the letter said the offices of Densan Records was. He distinctly remembered sending his demo to them, but not expecting a response, as they were one of the Jawaii Records top competitors. Cyril shrugged off the thought as he rode on, more than eager to begin his meeting.

Icarus, though, was having a bit of trouble on the net. On his way there, he saw a bit of a virus gathering outside the Akihara Area net. He decided that he should take care of the problem, not to be heroic, but because he knew that this might escalate into something worse. He landed on the ground and deleted a few of them with his Arrow Buster before he started to get into a pinch.

"Damn, those stupid viruses were more numerous than I thought!" He thought, as he was starting to get backed into a corner. He was deleting them at a fairly high rate, when the edge of a Metool's shockwave made him fall over. Fortunately for him, not a second later from his left, he saw a Shotgun chip blast take out a majority the viruses that were cornering him. As if to continue an onslaught, a blue navi jumped in to the gaggle of viruses wielding a sword and deleted all but one, which fled.

"Are you alright?" The blue navi asked Icarus after he dispelled his sword.

"Yes, thank you." Icarus responded taking his hand and allowing himself to be helped up, "I appreciate the help, I may very well have been deleted if it weren't for you!"

"It's alright, what were you doing here anyway? It was supposed to be cleared off so that they could be deleted." The blue navi asked.

"I had no idea, I was passing through, when I saw that huge amount of viruses, and I decided that it would be trouble if they weren't deleted." Icarus said, "Though, in retrospect, I probably should have known that it was going to be taken care of! You are?"

"Aren't I supposed to ask that question?" The blue navi said, "I am Rockman, pleased to meet you."

"I am Icarus, thank you for saving me." Icarus said, "I need to get going, I need to get to my destination quickly, and those viruses held me up a bit more than I expected!" With that Icarus left quickly to get to the Densan Records HP to notify them that they got his letter.

Rockman plugged-out after giving him a glance that was showed it was a bit annoyed with that sudden departure.