Tron Reformation

Chapter 2: E-Girl Chisame Hasegawa; Follow the White Rabbit

10 Years Later…

Location: Unknown

-What now?

:Were you able to make the connection?

-Sure did, as always. I visit the website when I'm on break, Morpheus.

:That's reassuring. Just remember what you need to do. We need her help.

-I don't think she'll buy it. After all I've seen on her webcam, hacking into it as well as her class computer, she's not like what He told us she'd be.

:Losing a family member for ten years in their world does that to people. You've experienced such a feeling when you lost your mentor.

-Yeah, I know but…

:Dru?

-I think someone's hacked the line. I gotta cut off. I'll contact you again when everything's…

SLAM!

CRASH!

A metallic white door was knocked down, as an armored tact force flowed in. they were completely featureless beyond any sign of showing an identity of who or what they were. The only thing about them was that they were all adult males, wearing black skin tight fabric, and had armor pieces on their chest, shoulders, forearms, hips, greaves, feet, and a helmet that resembled a respirator mask. And on some parts of the armor, were red circuitry patterns, more focused on their right shoulder and arm. And on their upper backs, they each had a chakram disc with the outer part glowing red.

They had in their hands each a staff with red glowing tips on them as they pointed them at a target. The room was completely vacant, except for the target they had targeted.

It was a young boy about the age of sixteen years old. His frame was a slim yet muscular build; the body of a surfer and swimmer. His skin was slightly tanned, due to the only exposed skin on him was his elbows, thumbs, index fingers and pinkies. He was wearing a black skin tight outfit that exposed his elbows, thumbs, index fingers, and his pinkies. Black armor was located on his chest, belt, upper back, shoulders and side of his arms, his forearms, back of his hands, knees, thighs, hips, greaves, and the toes and heels of his shoes. But he had green circular and rectangular circuitry decorate the armor. Like the Guards that were in, he had weaponry too; on the back of his belt was a silver baton like device, his right greave had a black baton as well. But on his upper back, he had a chakram disc as well, with the outer part glowing green. His head was covered in a black helmet that had a circle atop glowing green.

"Freeze, Rogue Program," one of the guards shouted, holding his staff at the ready. "Do it! Do it now!"

The Green Rogue Program as he was called, stopped what he was doing, and very slowly, raised his arms up, but still remained calm.

Outside

The world was like metal and glass, with several digital circuitry patterns on the streets, buildings, sidewalks, and anything else. Everything looked futuristic, as if you were looking at the future itself. The buildings were all made of black metal and glass, which was slightly odd. Even the vehicles parked outside were futuristic with no wheels on them, making them Hover vehicles; they were colored black and with neon red circuitry designs on them. They were around the shape of SWAT National Guard vehicles with small wings in the back. And around the area, near a rundown city block street hotel, the same type of Black Guards were around, creating a perimeter around the hotel structure.

That is until two Light Cycles pulled in, catching the guards' attention.

The two bikes stopped, and immediately broke down into silver ruler batons. The riders of the bikes stood at the ready, two individuals that walked to the drones. The first one appeared to be completely covered in black armor, from head to toe, never showing his face nor any skin. He was built as a twenty something athlete, agile and fast, perhaps a powerful warrior as such. But on the shoulders, boots, belt, and index and middle finger, and a small part of the collar bone, orange circuitry patterns were shown. And his face was always covered by a visor, and on his back was a black and orange chakram. But the oddest pattern was on his collar; small orange dots forming a T.

His partner, was seen unlike him. The strange figure walked with his partner and appeared as a fifteen year old boy. He was slim but slender built muscular, pale skin, wearing a tight black leather battle uniform, composed of belted black pants with knee guards, greaves, and a black shawl around his waist, a black turtleneck sleeveless shirt with armor plating on the left side, a black left sleeve, having a shoulder armor guard, armor forearm guard on the left and armor on his left hand, but his right sleeve was not seen as it exposed pale skin with a black gauntlet and armbands. He had white hair that was swept over to his right side, and had a yellow animal eye resembling a cat, filled with a darkness the likes of which would make a man's blood run cold. The circuitry was mostly on the left side of his upper body, but all was on his lower half, and was colored dark gray, while also on both greaves, boots, and his back. He took had a baton on his belt and boot, and a chakram on his back as well.

"Lieutenant," the boy stated as he and his companion stopped at the one in charge, "You were given specific orders."

"Forgive us, Fate," the drone stated, "We needed to make sure he couldn't get away this time."

"Still, the orders were for your protection," Fate simply replied nonchalantly.

The Drone shook his head, "We can handle him this time. We've been upgraded." Fate didn't seem all that impressed as he looked upward and walked towards the door until he stopped, as the drone replied, "I sent Two Units up there. They'll bring him down in chains."

Fate looked at the doors, his deadpan stare didn't deter one bit, nor did he look at the drone as he answered, "No, lieutenant. Your men are already derezzed."

Back Inside

The Green Rogue program's hands were on the back of his head, his back turned to the guards. One of them pulled out what appeared to be futuristic cuffs of sorts, and slowly walked towards him. The Green Program stood there, never flinching or attempting to make a move, as the Black Guard approached him, about to slap on the cuffs. But if they looked closely, under the visor, his eyes opened in a snap.

He swiftly turned around, grabbing the Black Guard's arm, and pulled out his chakram, which lit up. With one slice, he chopped off the Guard's arm, and when it hit the ground, it shattered into a thousand glass pieces. The guard yelled out in pain, and would have retaliated, if not the Green Program made a vertical slash attack across his chest. Then, he gave him a mighty kick into the wall, passing the other Guards, and shattered into millions of glass glowing pieces like a broken mirror.

The other guards turned their attention to him, as one of them threw their disc at him. The Green Program knocked it away with his disc, and kicked a chair at him, knocking him out. One of the guards pointed his lance at him, and it fired a barrage of crimson blasts. However, the program dodged them by running up the wall, to the other side, and hopped behind him, locking him in a choke hold. This way, he forced the guard to point at his comrades and fire at them, shattering them into pieces. After that was done, the rogue program let go of the Guard, and used his disc to slice the guard's throat open. Strange blue liquid began to seep out, as the drone's body fell to the floor shattering.

The other guards rushed into the room, attempting to subdue the Rogue. However, the opponent anticipated it, and threw his disc, causing it to bounce across the room, and right back into his hand. The guards just stood there for a moment, until they collapsed on the ground, their heads severed from their bodies as they shattered, body and head alike.

After the battle was over, the program resheathed his disc, and sighed, "Slag it." he then reached for his helmet and tapped a button on it, as he made comm link with someone, "Morpheus, I was right. I was traced and Black Guards came here. If they know that I'm here, then…"

"I know," the voice, identified as Morpheus replied, "Then they must know who you were looking for."

"Port me outta here," the Rogue commanded.

"Can't. They cut the lines."

"Great," the Rogue groaned, "Did they send any Agents?"

"Yes," Morpheus answered, "Rinzler and Fate."

The Rogue groaned as he rubbed his helmet head, "Not those guys again. It's difficult enough to get away from those guys as it is."

"Focus, Dru," Morpheus calmed the now named program as he explained, "There's a line at X and L. You can make it."

Dru nodded as he answered, reassured, "All right, X and L. gotcha."

"Go."

Dru hung up and made his way out of the room. He ran down the hallway, heading straight towards the elevator in a way to avoid the forces down below. But just when he turned the corner, he spotted the Black and Orange program, Rinzler, waiting for him. Immediately, Dru bolted out of there towards the fire exit, with Rinzler following after him.

Outside

On the Roofs

Dru had run up the stairs and on to the rooftops, with Rinzler following right behind him. He ran to the other side of the roof, and jumped to the next one, with no problem seeing it wasn't that far of a jump. Rinzler however didn't deter after him, with all the skill and speed of a martial artist. Dru did his best to lose the Agent Program chasing after him, but the one called Rinzler was catching up to him, showing he was not like the Guards that he had fought earlier against him.

He rounded a corner on the next roof, until Rinzler stopped for a moment. On his left shoulder, orange schematics of what appeared to be a shoulder mounted cannon materialized, until the object became solid. It was indeed a shoulder cannon, and it fired an orange plasma bolt right at Dru. Luckily, he rounded a corner, as it blew up only a portion of the wall that hit it.

Dru saw that there was another roof to jump to, and bolted right to it. Unfortunately, it was about twenty-five feet away. But the circuitry patterns on his boots and greaves started to glow brightly as he made the jump. A streak was behind him as he made the jump… going over the street like an arc, and landing a roll land on the other roof. Rinzler's greaves and boots did the same thing as he chased after him, jumped the same distance, and landed on the other side. He was about to shoot him again, until Dru jumped off the ledge, and fell down the street.

X and L

As he fell off the building, he pulled out his disc, and jammed it into the wall of the building. The disc's blade dug into the building as he fell down, slowing down his decent. Until finally he was only a foot off the ground; then he just jumped down and resheathed his disc. There, he spotted a cylindar phone booth looking stall nearby… and also saw Fate speeding past him on his Light Cycle. Then he stopped nearly ten feet away from the booth, giving Dru much worry.

Then… the phone started ringing.

Dru and Fate looked at the booth, and to each other, slowly awaiting for the other to make a move. Finally, Dru raced forward to the booth, and Fate revved up his Light Cycle, charging forward to the booth to destroy it. Dru reached in only a few seconds before Fate reached at it, and rammed it into the building that it was next to. Fate backed up, allowing the phone booth to fall over, as he retracted his bike back. He walked over, just as Rinzler made it there, as did the Black Guards. Once they were all there, they saw there were no glass pieces, meaning that the green circuitry program called Dru had gotten away.

"He got away," one of the Guards mentioned.

"It doesn't matter," Fate stated as he got on comms with someone, "Jarvis. Is the informant real?"

"Yes," the one called Jarvis replied on the comms, "We were able to get the name of the one he contacted. The name is Chiu, a Net Idol."

Fate thought on it for a moment, and looked to Rinzler, who nodded a yes in response as he growled. Fate nodded back as he called Jarvis once again, "We'll need a search running. Find out who this Chiu is; Clu and Sark will want to know about this."

The Real World

Tokyo, Japan

Mahora Academy

Mahora Academy: a school city in of itself. Within its massive campus, which stretched all over on an island nestled between Tokyo's river, was a multitude of educational facilities. It covered both Kindergarten and College University, and at least 30,000 were enrolled in its dormitories. From looking up at the school, if it was seen atop in a helicopter, the school in on itself was actually a vast island city. It had its own mall, food court, hospital centers, movie theatre complex, shopping malls, and a small island connected by a bridge called Library Island. It had everything a student could ask for, including those who were required to live on campus in the dorms. In truth, it was the most advanced school in Japan.

And the story began in the Junior High Division, in one of the All Girls School District.

All School Girl District

Junior High Division

Class 3-A

Class 3-A was one of the most girl-filled classrooms ever, and had the reputation of being filled with the most rambunctious, mischievous, most intelligent, as well as problematic students in all the school's history. But they each wore the same uniform which consisted of a red plaid mini skirt, a white button up T-shirt, red vest, blue tie, brown shoes, and a brown jacket. That, and it was slightly the strangest. There were exchange students from either Arabia, China, or Africa. Underage students or students that looked underage. There was even some rumor that there was a robot in the class, as well as a ghost in which had the same seat since 1940. To sum it up, it was not your typical Japanese classroom, and the discussioun that was going around was proof enough.

"You were attacked?" two girls asked in unison.

The two girls who asked that were Japanese decent, but had dark pink hair each. The girls were twins, Caucasian skinned, slim figures, and looked to be ten year olds rather than fifteen years old. They were also twin sisters, but with obvious differences, one of them had small pigtails on her head with reddish brown eyes. The other girl had buns on her head and had sparkly blue eyes. This was Fuka Narutaki and Fumika Narutaki, members of the Strolling Club.

The girl they were talking to was a normal looking teenaged girl with a slim body, built for gymnastics. She had short electric pink hair, with two small ponytails on top of her head, and bangs swept to the right, and green eyes. She was Makie Sasaki, gymnast of Class 3-A and very talented with a ribbon.

"Yep," she smiled as she answered, "It happened last night while I was jogging."

"No way," Fuka stated, not believing it but thought it was cool.

"Please tell me you're joking," Fumika gulped.

While that discussion was going on with the class, one of the other girls was working on a computer. She was of fourteen for her age, with a slightly undeveloped slim body. She had long lavender hair tied in two tails with bows at the tips of them, ending at her butt. She had two braided bangs on both her sides, and had a little exposed forehead showing. She had a small antenna sticking out, and she had lavender eyes. But her most obvious feature was her slightly expressionless face. This was Yue Ayase, Library Club Member, Exploration Club Member, and Member to the Philosophy Club.

She took a sip from what was called Tapioca juice box, and mumbled, "This program is entirely too inefficient for the Library Index Card page." she then looked to one of her classmates and asked, "Hey, Satomie. You any good with this stuff?"

The classmate she was talking to sat across from another table. She was fourteen for her age, slim figure, with black hair tied in two braided ponytails in the back, and had four antennae strands of hair in front. She had green eyes that were hidden behind bottle lenses glasses. She also seemed to have a lab coat draped over her chair. This was Satomie Hakase, Science Club, Mechanics/Robotics Club, and College Science Club member.

She shrugged, "Well, not really. But if you want any accessories on it, I'll add a robotic arm on it."

'A robotic arm?' one of the girls thought in disbelief, her eye twitching in annoyance.

"Or if you'd like, I'll put in a drill."

'A drill?' that same girl twitched more, as she grumbled at her desk.

She sat right next to Yue, so it was easy to pick her out in the subject. She was around the age of fifteen years of age, with a slim and slender figure. She had clear skin, and long flowing auburn brown hair that went down her back and tied in a long ponytail, with the front of her hair brushed to her right. She had bottle lens glasses that hid her brown eyes, and she was currently glued to a tiny handheld computer on the desk. She was none other than Chisame Hasegawa. But in ten years, she had changed from a little girl to a young beautiful woman; only problem was she didn't see herself as beautiful. Although she was somewhat now a computer geek much like her uncle, in the ten years since Kevin Flynn's disappearance, she became cynical, and very antisocial, a smart but extremely cynical girl with a logical view of the world.

And if there was one thing she didn't stand, it was her own class, considering she saw them as the citizens of Crazy-Town. They were the complete opposite of logical, and that annoyed Chisame to no end. Chisame, sitting in the way back behind Setsuna and Konoka, had a vein on her head, and shaking, 'These people are trying to make me lose my mind! I gotta get out of this crazy town class.'

One of the girls, who was a long haired brunette and had brown eyes, took notice of Chisame, shaking a little. This was Konoka Konoe, member of the Fortune-Telling Club. "Hey, Chisame," she asked, getting up and looking at her with concern, "You okay? You look like you got the shakes?"

Chisame was seething with frustration as her thoughts spoke loudly than she did at that moment, not even noticing that Konoka was talking to her, 'All I'm saying is that they'd better watch out for me, is what they should all do! Nobody does did nothing except slack off on the lesson days.' She still couldn't understand it; ever since she walked in the first day of this class, it was insanity left and right. How could someone around her age be in a class of lunatics? 'This has got to be some kind of violation of reality! Someone should report this,' she thought.

"Uh, Chisame?" Konoka continued to ask.

Chisame slammed her head on the table and got up again, growling, 'I can't stay a minute longer here with these Loonies. My head will explode or something!'

"Chisame," Konoka called out, startling Chisame in the process. She then asked for concern, "You're trembling, Hasegawa. Do you have the chills?"

Chisame was nearly startled by her classmate's sudden appearance near her. She gave her a fake, yet grizzly smile and merely stated as she twitched, "No. I'm fine. Just…fine…"

After Class

Dormitory

It wasn't too long ago that Chisame was walking down to her dormitory, fuming. The event of long ago and today spinning through her head, "This class has been strange since the beginning." She huffed as she thought about the students attending 2-A, "There's all these exchange students coming in one after. Zazie Rainday, Mana Tatsumyia, and even those Chinese students; Fei Ku and Chao Lingshen." Then she thought on, "Underage students like those Narutaki Twins or that girl with the British accent, Evangeline AK McDowell."

And then the biggest subject yelled in her head, "Oh yeah, and one other thing….WHAT'S WITH THE ROBOT? I mean, how can no one else notice that? That girl, Chachamaru Kurukuri. I mean, you look at her, and you yell out, 'ROBOT'! She's gotta be!" She then grabbed her head and yelled out, "FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! DON'T I DESERVE A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL LIFE? COME ON!"

"Hey, Chisame!"

She startled for a moment and turned around and saw none other than that girl, Konoka Konoe. She grimaced, 'Aw great. Speak of the devil; it's the Dean's Granddaughter.' She had caught up to her and was catching her breath, as she asked, "So what's the problem?"

Konoka had straightened up and pulled out a strange looking bottle, "Oh, I thought you had a stomach problem. What with you shaking in class, so I asked my Granddad to whip you a stomach remedy he made."

Chisame raised an eyebrow, 'Jeeez, what a bunch of idiots...', she shook her head, "No thanks, I feel better already."

She then proceeded to walk towards her dorm, but was followed by Konoka who then smiled, "So then I take it you're gonna go to the party, later on?"

Chisame looked to her with a raised eyebrow as she asked, "Party?"

"They've got one going on in the Gym later tonight," Konoka explained, seeing that Chisame had left earlier than the others after class. "Ako and the Cheerleaders are gonna rock the stadium, you know."

She turned her head away, "I don't think so. I don't do well partying with those lunatics."

Konoka raised an eyebrow and stated, "Lunatics? I thought our classmate are pretty normal…"

Chisame growled, but started shaking, 'Well you would, wouldn't you? You being the Head Dean granddaughter Loon and all!' It was then that when they were getting closer to her dorm room, she noticed her shaking, 'Oh no. This is not good.'

She then proceeded to run towards her room, with Konoka following behind, "Hey wait! If you're alright, why are you still shaking?"

"I'm not! Go away!" she shouted back in reply.

This continued on until she made it to her room and slammed the door. Konoka just stood there, until finally she sighed, "Okay. See you at the party."

In Chisame's Room

She threw her book bag and jacket aside and untied her hair, "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" In her room, which was mostly empty seeing as how she lived alone. There were costumes hanging in her closet, while the kitchen had a clean look to it. Near the far end of her dorm room, she also had a table with two high powered computers with a powerful Modem system. She ran to the computers, turning them on and frantically typing on them, "This isn't right!" she said to herself as she got undressed, "Normal Schools aren't like this!"

She then clenched her fist as she smiled viciously, "I'll….I'll go out into the world…tell everyone about this…this…outrageousness!" She then took off her glasses and began to undress herself until she was completely nude save for her panties, but not before she got to the bathroom mirror with a few makeup tools, "Those girls think they're loved?" She was putting on the final touches as she got out of the bathroom, "I'll show them what it is to be loved." She then chuckled to herself, "Time for a little transformation."

As she got out, she was not the girl as before; she was dressed in some kind of flashy outfit and hat. She then twirled, struck a pose, and smiled, "OK! And Presto on Transformation Time!" she said in a cheerful tone, twirling around and striking a very cute pose. "Another day of Net Idol Chiu being beautiful! Another day of being every hacker's and blogger's dream!"

It was almost as if she had completely changed from the girl before. She then sat down and opened onto a website named, Chiu's Homepage. It was obvious that Chisame, or Chiu as she called herself, was one of those Net Idols that were all the rage in Japan.

She the proceeded to write in her Journal page, "Oh, Hello. How is everybody? Today a terrible thing happened." She then spoke in a pouting tone that made her even cuter, "The boys at the Boys Dormitory of my school are perverts! They made eyes at Chiu."

It was then that the webpage received responses, either stating that they wanted to kick their butts, or they understood why considering she was so beautiful. Especially one blogger named DRU-1, who wrote, 'Makes sense to me as to why you'd do it. You're beautiful… in both ways. I think you rock, Chiu. Signed, your 1 fan, DRU-1.'

She couldn't control her smile as she smugged, satisfied and embarrassed by their reply, especially at DRU-1's. "Aw, get out! Really? You're all so sweet, especially you, DRU-1!" She then jumped out of her chair and exclaimed with tears of joy, "And as a special thank you, I'm announcing a new costume."

Normally, Chisame Hasegawa was your average unnoticed, female Junior High Student, who nobody would have a second glance to. But secretly, on the World Wide Web, she was the 1 omnipotent master Hacker and Net Idol on the Internet, adored by Hackers and computer Junkies everywhere. After that, she had gotten into another outfit, resembling that of a one piece bathing suit and furry boots and gloves and bunny ears. She resembled one of those 'playboy' bunnies as she sat on a stuffed carrot seat, and using a digi-camera, took a picture of herself and posted it in her Photoshop program.

She smiled for the camera, as she told herself, "In the Daylight world, I'm Chisame Hasegawa. But in the dark underbelly of the web, I'm… Net Idol extraordinaire, Chiu!"

She then uploaded the file after she 'prettied' it up a little. And then tons of reviews came flying out of the woodwork. She smiled at this accomplishment, "With this, men everywhere tremble before me." She hummed to herself, 'I feel charming! Oh, so charming! It's alarming how charming I feel!' She then went to her ranking page and saw that the photo had boosted her up. She smiled as she screamed triumphantly, "Ranked Number One by a mile!" She then got up and exclaimed, "I'm Queen of the Net! More charisma than anyone else, ever!" she then hugged herself, blushing like crazy as she told herself dreamingly, "This is the life I was meant for: life as a goddess."

She then smirked to herself, as she knew that on the web, most men knelt before her. She evilly smirked as she thought the girls of her class would be envious of them. 'Hmph! They think they're any match for me? HA!', Chisame grinned, 'In the Real World, I'm harmless; no threat to anyone. But in the world "Behind the Scenes", I've reached the top."

She chuckled to herself as she looked at her ratings, "Naturally, when it comes to the ratings, I'm…" but then froze as she saw where she was, "…2?" she gawked at this as she fell over, shouting, "WHAAA? I've been surpassed? This is inconceivable!" she immediately got up as she looked at the computer, searching for whoever took her spot, "Who could be so much more popular?" it was then that she had found the comment and the website that read, "A cute girl I saw at school… at the Mahora festival?" she clicked on the link….

Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw who it was that had taken her place. There, on the screen, was a girl from her class, with the same build as her, but differences. She had short light blue hair, ruby red eyes, pale skin, and a shy look to her.

"WWHHHAAATTT?", Chisame shouted with disbelief, nearly coughing up blood. Then her thoughts were racing in her head as she screamed out loud, "IT'S AKO IZUMI!" She cried and drowned in her self pity at this situation. "How could she?" she asked herself in disbelief, "A pretender to the throne in my own backyard?"

But she waved defeat off as she stood up, clenched her fists, and looked mighty determined as she announced to herself, "Never! I will never accept defeat by a two-bit fake! I will refine my techniques and annihilate the competition!" she then glared at the screen as she announced, "Prepare to taste defeat, Ako!"

Just then, she heard a beeping coming from her laptop computer, and turned to it. The screen was completely black with only small green lettering on it. Fearing that she was experiencing a computer virus, she rushed over to it, and typed up a storm, hoping her hacking skills could solve the problem. But no such luck, as the screen remained black, terror gripped Chisame at this point…

… until it started typing words,

Chisame Hasegawa. Sorry for the hack job, but I had to warn you.

They know about you now.

"What the?" Chisame asked herself as she tried to type out of the page.

Follow the White Rabbit.

"Follow the White Rabbit," Chisame read aloud, now more confused about this.

Knock, Knock.

Next Chapter: Follow the White Rabbit; What is the Grid?