It's a Navi's World Chapter 35: The View Changes, a mega man fanfic

A/N: Here we go with the demented POV's again... OK, so they're not demented. Anyway -- onward, fanficcers!

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"Up."

"Thanks, Miyu." I grinned, almost slyly, as my fortune-teller friend helped me to my feet. There's nothing like a good friend to save you in the heat of battle, is there? With a small smile to Miyu, I dropped to my knees and swivelled around to the base where the BattleChips were being stocked for us, both humans and Navis.

Sliding the gray diskette-like things into the slots on the PETs didn't always work anymore; indeed, it sometimes seemed as if stocking by means of computers and hard drives was the only way. Ten year-old Yai Ayano had discovered it – I don't actually know how, but she had. I swear, one day that girl is going to be the second smartest person alive – after Dr. Hikari, of course.

Anyway, I called for BattleChip stocking and got my wish; within seconds, both my hands were envelopped in identical masses of sequoia-coloured grass-type Busters, like Wood Man has when I tell him to go 'double or nothin,' Woody baby.' It's a new power-up he obtained after a nasty clash with World Three. Cool, eh?

Anyway, these Busters helped me briefly shoot through the ranks of both Navis and humans alike; when they had finally disappeared from my arms, I stealthily shot a thumbs-up sign to the Chip stockers before resuming a fresh drive on the bad guys with the aid of my Net Navigator. Wood Man and I worked together with Miyu, her Navi Skull Man, crazy fish-man Maysa and his own Shark Man. Together we formed a kind of human swarm that banded together to once more attack the baddies in separate droves.

I gave a stifled cry as I darted quickly across the healing area; a blue AirShot bullet was cutting through the smoke, heading right for me!

I quickly avoided the oncoming missile and skilfully wove through the masses of smoke and beings that bordered the healing area. I dropped to my knees as yet another BattleChip projectile came blasting my way – it was, oddly enough, another AirShot, probably thrown my way by the same person as the last. Once the missile had finally soared over my head, I swiftly sprang to my feet and scurried over to join Maylu and Yai. The former was tending to a crumpled figure on the ground. As I came nearer, this mass proved to be none other than Lan himself, who appeared to have been KO'd by – from the looks of it – an incredibly heavy CyberSword blow. Actually, Wide Sword was more like it.

"Good thing you're here!" Maylu exclaimed loudly as I approached the trio. "I'm helping Lan right now, but it doesn't seem to be working."

"Did you ask Tory for a Chip stock?" I asked nervously, biting my lip as I came forward and squatted down next to them.

"He's not here," Lan, who was lying on the ground with his head dangerously close to Maylu's lap, answered for her. (Apparently he wasn't knocked out, only about halfway there.) "Maylu and Yai heard us fighting with Bass because fell from the sword he was using on me. When they came back with me, Tory was gone."

"He must've went to join Ice Man and the other fighters," Yai chimed in as I gritted my teeth and began one of my healing BattleChip manoeuvres on the semiconscious Operator. "Here, I can help you, Maylu."

As far as I knew she went to stock the BattleChips necessary to bring Lan back to his rollerbladed feet – well, not entirely, seeing as these orange things had been slashed right through and were now lying innocently beside Lan's mass of spiky hedgehog hair.

"Thanks so…much," the crazed crimefighter managed to choke out as I passed one healing arm over his blood-trickling forehead. Suddenly, he clamped one hand to the said spot, face clenched tight as though consumed by spasms of pain. "I think I can go fight now," he told Maylu when his pain-wracked body finally fell limp and he was free to turn to the red-purple-haired Net Op. "Don't worry about me."

"Lan!" cried Maylu as her – pardon me for saying this (giggling titter) – friend/crush jumped to his feet and swiftly began cutting his own way through the smoke with the CyberSword Yai had armed him with.

"He'll be all right," I grinned at Maylu, patting her shoulder as tears shimmered like melted chocolate in her brown eyes.

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"No stopping me," I grinned evilly as I threw off yet another of that Hikari kid's sword blows. They're pathetic, really: just two boys and two NetNavis, joined now in the same world because of the danger Wily, Lightstreak, Comet Man and I had inflicted upon the Real World and the Internet alike. I had to say though, if not stupid the Hikari boy was reckless; at the moment, he was just randomly striking out with the sword. I deflected each and every blow with smooth grace, flinging out one hand now and then to block what would have been a painful blow if it hadn't been for Hikari's poor ability with the sword.

Why is he so feeble and weak, I wonder? His father invented Net Navigators and his grandfather invented personal terminals. He and Mega Man.EXE have been standing defiantly in World Three's pathway for almost a two years now, fighting us and saving the worlds. But now that he's actually fighting alongside Mega Man, he seems kind of weak.

Those were my accurate thoughts on the battle as I relentlessly sent flames and flares flying to them from the tips of gloved fingers. My sand-coloured cloak whirled around my spinning form as I blocked blow after blow as if it was the easiest thing in the world. To get back on Hikari and co, though, I felt justified in saying Blaze was much better with the sword. His blows were more precise and well executed, smoothly coming toward me one second and jumping back in a fake move the next. He was balanced on his feet, too; now he was twisting artfully – next moment he had whirled completely and had seemingly rematerialised on my other side.

Proto Man and Mega Man were – suffice to say – as excellent fighters as good guy Net Navigators can get. I wasn't having much trouble, though; I may have been only one Net Navigator, but – if you must know – I've no Operator friend. I've no need. All you must know that it was this sort of fighting, this sort of fighting, destroying the younger and less experienced, that gave me a thrill of triumph and the pride of glory, that made me swell up with the cruelty of my artificial intelligence.

"This is for you, you crimefighter rascals." I pulled up short my CyberSword; the three other swords remained locked in its blade as their wielders looked up at me with dark, accusing eyes.

Hikari's whole jaw was trembling, his eyes boring deeply into mine. Blaze's own were nigh-invisible under the curtain of dyed-white hair that hung down low over their dark midnight blue, which shone through the whiteness, glowering at me. In a perfectly anime-ish moment Proto Man and Mega Man thrust me forward with their arms; I was pushed back by the glowing blades, though not by too much.

"Evil will always win." (A/N: So not true, of course.)

With that, my eyes glinted, darkly and evilly, as I sent yet another wave of evil their way.

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"Arf!"

I barked loudly as I came zipping through the shadows toward my mistress's friends.

They turned at the sound; as of the moment, they were being attacked to death by a dark, shady, evil-looking figure. The bombardment of black sonic booms wavered as the evil Navi and my mistress's friends looked up at my oncoming small figure.

"Arf!"

I barked again as I threw myself in between Roll's friends and the evil one. He looked down at me, his enormous peaked cap casting his whole face into deep, hidden shadow as he surveyed me with eyes that were just gleaming with dark evil.

"Do you think you can stop us, you Copyroid of miniscule intelligence?"

I roared at the dark Navi, baring every single one of my pointed canines as I did so. I saw another little flash of evil darken his eyes for about two seconds – angry at the evil one and his human (whoever that person happened to be), I let myself disappear.

"You're going to disappear, eh, little doggy?"

I heard the dark one's cruel, taunting words burn right through my ears and into my spirit. I ground my small teeth together as I suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

"Arf!"

And I showed my teeth for a split-second before driving them right through the evil Navi's shoulder. His face squenched tight with the pain of it all, he snapped his gloved fingers together – to no avail; I simply disappeared and rematerialised on his other side.

I felt a weird kind of thrill push through my small body with every blow I bestowed on the dark NaviFeelings, not thoughts, ran through my mind:

Poor mistress' friends.

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"Hey, Sal…"

My words died in my throat as the said woman crashed among the blood-stained grass under our feet. The bad guys had recently abandoned the force-fielded, smokeless, shielded area and us Official NetBattlers had claimed it as our own for the war. Technically speakin', I wasn't an Official NetBattler, but I'd been hired by Yai Ayano's parents as a chauffeur afta their old one needed ta accompany her father on his important business trips.

Either way, though, there's somethin' I should tell you…

My name's Chuck Adamson and I have this HUGE crush on the aforementioned green-haired woman. Eh heh, eh heh, eh heh… I don't think she knows I have one, but sometimes when she's talking to me, she blushes for no apparent reason… But I, like, totally know the real reason…

Anyway, as it was, when Sal's body gracefully – and yes, I know I'm infatuated – fell to the floor, I immediately dropped to my knees and grabbed her left hand in one of my own sweaty ones.

"Sal, are you OK, gal? You, like, don't look so good," I told her, furiously bitin' my tongue as I helped her to her feet.

"Yeah, I think so," was Sal's answer as she came up on unsteady legs. "What about you, Chuck?"

"Trust me, I'm, like, totally fine," I assured her with an easygoing grin. Amazin'ly enough the blushes hadn't started comin' yet, but at that point I'd've bet anythin' that I was gonna be the first.

I winked at Sal; she smiled back as she went to join the ranks of Miyu, Skull Man, Wood Man, Maysa ("Take your calcium!") and Shark Man. That done, I whipped out my own PET – my NetNavi, Adrian, was hidin' somewhere in the Ayanos' mansion's network – and began sendin' short li'l e-mails to the other Official NetBattlers scattered around DenTech City. It's the least I can do, I figured – Navi and Net Op team Maylu Sakurai and Roll.EXE were busy tendin' to the wounded, which left Yai herself and her NetNavi Glide to stock the Chips.

"Yeah, Famous?" I pressed close to the speaker of my PET, my eyes flickin' quickly from side to side as I bent over the sky-blue terminal. "We're, like, totally needin' a hand over here. Contact your friends – Chuck Adamson needs help."

A/N: Ugh, one of the characters was being MAJORLY out of character with their thoughts -- guess who. Anyway, see you round!