Operator To Navi Chapter VI Part 2: Only Chaos, a mega man fanfic

Z: [mumbles angrily] "No story writing for a week or so". Bullshit. Just bullshit!

D. Zero: Sis, calm down now.

Z: Hey! I already had them suffer a week because of that test week! And I'm not going to let that happen again just because Cain said so!

D. Zero: Geez, sis!

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Pyrogirll23: Maybe so, but that's the frigging longest fighting scene I EVER wrote in my whole entire fucked up life! (D. Zero: "You know, I'm starting to understand why Cain doesn't want you to write." Z: "YOU KEEP OUT OF THIS!!!!")

TJ and Rikumon: Well, I don't care what's wrong with me, but I'm NOT going to stop writing for another week!!

Song: Flash movie? It was just a GIF picture. (D. X: "Consisting out of more than 700 other pictures." Z: "Shut up.") Ch, looks like Bass never heard of that saying. And yeah, it was, but I've been planning to use it SOMEWHERE!!!

Enigma: …………Someone get this guy an ambulance.

Youkai Ryuu: …You're kidding, right? Bass is one of the most popular Navis around. Do you honestly think I'm going to delete him?

Red Chaos Mage: (Z, D. Zero & D. X: "Nightmare Virus??????" [stare at each other in confusion])

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Chapter VI Part 2: Only Chaos…

"Why did that fool have to jump in there?"

"Maybe to protect Muramasa?"

"Maybe so, but fighting against an independent Navi… that's asking for trouble."

"Are you saying you don't care?"

"…I never said any of that now, did I?"

Ragna turned to the fight again, taking note that Razor couldn't get a single hit in with Bass. The black Navi was just too fast for him. Even so, Razor wouldn't stop trying.

'Persistent ain't he?' Ragna thought, but then his thoughts darkened clenched his fist. 'But how does he know Muramasa? And if he hurts her in any way, he's history.'

Razor easily managed to block a hack from Bass' own sword, and lunged out, but Bass fazed out right before it was supposed to hit. It was really starting to get annoying, especially for an angry Razor.

"You damn coward!!" Razor screamed. "Stop evading like that and fight!!!"

An audible whoosh resounded behind him and he easily whirled around to block a swing from a vicious-looking Long Sword. Glares were exchanged between a pair of emeralds and a pair of bloodrubies. Razor lunged out again, only to have it blocked. He wouldn't quit though, and kept on lashing out, but they were either avoided or blocked.

Finally, they jumped away, but right after landing on their feet (Bass too) they both leapt into the air and met halfway, each striking with their weapon.

The independent Navi expertly blocked the bloodred blade with his Long Sword, while at the same time preventing the blade from cutting his weapon into harmless data. They fell down, striking, parrying and dodging the other's blows like duelists who had known each other their entire lives.

Once at the ground they jumped away again, before rushing forward. Swords clashed and glares were exchanged with every hit.

Razor lashed out sideways at Bass, who blocked with his sword. That was what Razor had counted on though.

Bass stifled a scream when Razor suddenly kneed him in his stomach, but seeing as Razor had kneepads as sharp as his name, it wasn't a pretty feeling, I can tell you that. Blood started trickling onto Razor's boots, but the Navi could've cared less and delivered a roundhouse kick to Bass' head, sending him to the ground easily.

Razor landed on the ground with a calm look on his face, though he was actually burning up in anger. His fists were clenched and almost tore holes in his gloves. But he barely noticed it.

Bass pushed himself up from the ground, wiping a trickle of blood away from his mouth. He then glared toward the other Navi, who seemed as calm as a morning breeze.

But Razor's eyes suddenly flashed away for a brief second, and Bass followed his glance.

Muramasa…

A cold smirk formed on his face, and Razor seemed to instinctively know what he was up to.

"If you even dare!!" Razor said, though there was a slight hint of panic hidden in his voice.

Before the Navi could even react, Bass sent a bolt of plasma straight in Muramasa's direction. Razor could only watch it, knowing there was no way he could ever catch up to it.

Suddenly, a sound resembling a jackhammer hitting solid ground was heard across the Net, and the floor shook by the force, nearly sending Razor to the ground. Bass simply hovered above the ground. And then, the ground a few feet in front of Muramasa tore open and shot quite some feet into the air.

With a loud explosion, the bolt of plasma hit the protective barrier for Muramasa. The barrier crumbled afterward though.

But even so, who was with Muramasa behind the barrier was a real surprise.

"QUINT!!" Razor shouted, both relieved and surprised.

Quint was indeed standing there, one fist on his hip, and his other hand holding a pretty tough-looking jackhammer. Even though you couldn't see his eyes, it was clear by what you could see, that he was quite pissed.

"If I have to believe my Operator," Quint said, tapping his indexfinger against the handle of the jackhammer, "you're even more heartless than that damned copy."

Bass looked confused, but then it hit him.

A screen opened somewhere above Muramasa, showing a rather pissed off Shun.

"Hello Bass," he said icily. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

Bass snorted, and said: "Not long enough in my opinion."

While Bass' attention was fixed on Shun and Quint, Razor took the opportunity to pull one of his Busters from its containment.

'Let's see how you play by your own rules.'

He flipped the Buster to silent charge, and waited for a moment.

It didn't take him long to fully charge his Buster.

Finally, Razor fired the sizzling bolt of plasma at the black and gold Navi. By the time Bass turned around toward the sound, he was already too late.

The bolt struck him right against the wound Razor had inflicted earlier, sending him back a small distance.

"What?!" Bass demanded, glaring at Razor, who blew the smoke from his Buster.

"I'm playing this game by your rules for a chance," Razor said plainly, holding up his Buster as if he would shoot whenever he aimed again. "I've been taught to always play by the rules of the game you play. So I will!"

And he fired again, but this time, Bass managed to dodge.

Quint also jumped into the battle, using his Buster to give it a shot. Shun also sent the Navi some sword chips, which made it even easier.

But in the meantime, Ragna was checking on Muramasa. She was still alive, but she was weak, and most likely wouldn't last very long with the battle going on like that.

Carefully, Ragna picked the girl up, making sure not too cause her too much pain. A soft groan escaped her mouth, and gingerly, the pupils of her eyes returned, and she looked up at Ragna, pain visible in her eyes.

"Ra… Ragna…??" she questioned, her lips barely moving.

"Yeah, it's me," Ragna said softly. "I'm getting you out of the line of fire, okay?"

"…'K…" she whispered, and closed her eyes.

Ragna looked back toward the battle with a frown on his face.

'Couldn't even protect her when he had to,' he thought angrily.

"Well, I can tell she's been in a fight again, hmm?" an unfamiliar voice said, and Ragna turned to the voice in confusion.

Standing there, was a red-armored Navi with a set of shades shielding his eyes, and his Navi-Symbol on his gloves and his chestplate. From the back of his helmet, came a long ponytail of gray hair.

"Who are you?" Ragna asked threateningly, slightly tightening the hold he had on Muramasa.

"I'm not your enemy," the Navi said coolly. "Muramasa is a friend of mine."

Ragna frowned and asked: "How do I know you speak the truth?"

The Navi seemed to think for a moment, then smirked lightly, and whistled a familiar tune. Four tones, five notes. It was a very familiar tune that Muramasa sometimes whistled when she felt like it. There were barely any others who knew it, seeing as she always whistled when she thought she was alone.

But even so, it was enough for Ragna.

"Ah. So, what are you doing here?" Ragna asked.

A sudden explosion sounded behind them, making them whirl around toward the sound.

Razor crashed into the ground with a strangled cry, his helmet flying from his head as he went. The green-haired Navi shot op instantly mere seconds after having crashed against the ground, effectively avoiding the next plasma burst, and somehow managing to pick up his helmet as well.

There was a major dent in it, and a large chunk had been blown off. A lot of other pieces of Razor's armor had been torn off, but surprisingly, the wounds were kept at a minimum.

With a glare, Razor turned to Bass and shouted: "HEY YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! THIS WAS MY BEST HELMET!!!" while holding up his helmet in anger.

"Yeah? So?" Bass asked, bored out of his mind.

Quint stared up at the independent Navi, barely able to cling to his jackhammer. He was already falling apart at his elbows and knees, and the back of his helmet was also dissolving. He tried to stand, but it was really of no use. All he could do, was watch from a distance as Razor continued to battle, even though he seemed rather fatigued.

Razor growled and looked down at his armor, taking in the damage.

"Hmm… that's two kneecaps… one glove… one busted sword…" he mumbled, sliding out his split sword from his still remaining glove, before sliding it back in, "…two shouldercaps… and one helmet…"

Bass gave a slight chuckle.

"So, what's it going to cost me? Hmm?"

Razor glared up at him, unable to form a reply. Well, he had one, but he couldn't use it in the position he was in right now.

"It'll cost you your data, you piece of trash!!" a familiar voice rang out, startling both Navis.

"Battlechip! Wide Sword!! Slot in!!"

Razor's entire right arm immediately shifted into a large blue sword, glowing intensely from the energy coursing through it.

"Area Steal!! Slot in!!"

With a whoosh, Razor vanished from the spot he had been at only seconds ago.

Bass whirled around, trying to find the other Navi. Didn't work though, seeing as the Navi was nowhere in sight, and Bass didn't have eyes strong enough to look very far away.

Bass couldn't stop the scream tearing from his throat when a sword suddenly lashed across his back.

Razor smirked wickedly as he easily landed on the ground, bending through his knees to catch his fall.

"Thanks Mike, I owe you!" the Navi said with a smile.

A connection with Mike was opened, and the other boy smirked slightly, his hair a little disheveled from all his tossing and turning.

"Hey! That's what friends are for! Right?" Mike asked, giving his Navi a thumbs-up.

Razor returned the simple gesture with a smile.

"Oh, and I think you'll need this."

"Recover200!! Slot in!!"

Instantly, Razor's wounds and fatigue had dissipated, but his armor was still rather torn up. But Mike wasn't done yet.

"Armor Restore!! Slot in!!"

As if put in reverse, Razor's armor restored itself within less time it had taken to demolish it in the first place.

"Christ! Mike, where'd you get that?!" Razor asked.

"Somewhere," Mike said with a smirk. "Now let's get this show on the road!"

Razor smirked and turned to the other Navi, who was glowering in anger. Calmly, Razor got into a battle-position, still smirking.

With a furious scream, Bass started firing bolts of plasma at Razor again, but this time…

"Speed+80!! Slot in!!"

Razor easily managed to avoid all blasts thrown his way, before pulling out his own Busters and starting to fire himself. But Bass easily avoided everything by simply flying a little bit to the side. But even so, Razor kept a smirk on his face.

"Mega Cannon!! Slot in!!"

Razor put aside one Buster as his arm shifted into a large cannon. He took aim quickly, and was about to pull the trigger, but changed angle at the very last second.

Bass, who had already dived aside, couldn't avoid the blast to his stomach, sending him a few more feet up into the air.

As Razor dropped his hand, he blinked up at Bass and shouted: "Hey, had that been me, I would've thrown up by now. You're pretty tough!"

The black and gold Navi said nothing, and suddenly, Razor noticed something he hadn't paid any attention to earlier.

A large circle, with his Navi-Symbol on it, a large italic 'f' on its side, with a large scar running straight through the center, and across most of his chest, forming a slightly deformed 'X'. It lit up and then dulled like a quickened heartbeat, as if to indicate a constant pain running through his chest, but Bass barely noticed it. Pain just didn't show on his face, maybe in his voice during a really hectic battle, but otherwise.

"Mike…"

"Huh? What is it?"

"Check his chest…"

Mike squinted against the screen, and finally tapped in a command for an enhancement.

"Holy CRAP!!!" Mike exclaimed upon seeing the scar, but it was no louder than a whisper.

The constant pulse seeming to run through it was practically enough to make him sick.

"H-how did you…?" Razor asked, motioning with a hand across his chest, following the path of Bass' scar.

Bass looked down at Razor in confusion. Razor could tell he thought it was a trick, just by looking at him.

"No tricks, I promise," Razor said, holding up his hands to show he was serious.

Bass' eyes narrowed in anger. It was clear that there was no way that Bass would trust his word.

"Why should I trust you?!" he demanded, anger clear in his voice, but Razor caught the slight hitch in it.

After being around Muramasa for so long, he had learned to hear the emotions from the slight clues in one's voice alone. And Bass was not only angry. He was also… hurt, not physically, but emotionally, as if the scar had not only left his body scarred. But there was also sadness, and…… betrayal.

And Razor understood immediately.

Quint managed to get up after Shun had found some Recover chips, and both were now staring at the two Navis.

Both had the same thing running through their heads: 'What were they doing?'

Nothing seemed to happen for quite some time, with both Navis just staring each other down. After quite some time though, Quint could see Razor hanging his head, and closing his eyes, mumbling something he couldn't hear.

"I see… betrayal is a vile thing…" Razor said softly.

Bass carefully stopped a gasp from coming from his throat, and simply glared, as if demanding how he knew, but there was a tinge of fear visible in his eyes.

Of course, Razor couldn't tell, but he still knew the question was on his mind, begging to be let out.

"Maybe you should try to fix that betrayal from slipping into your voice, ne?" he asked, still not looking up.

Silence. Just… deathly silence.

For the first time since the day it happened, Bass' shoulders sagged, and he lowered his head. Razor looked up at him from under the brim of his helmet, still not raising his head. Razor knew that expression all too well; it was as if Bass was just about ready to break down and just… cry.

The green and blue Navi said nothing and left the other Navi to his own thoughts.

The Navi in question practically forgot where he was, the sudden reminder of what had happened being enough to make him recall the event.

*Flashback*

Giving a small sigh, the Navi put his head between his knees, his arms slung around his legs, pulling them to his chest protectively. The golden shouldercaps spiked back slightly, but the end wasn't sharp enough to penetrate anything. His black, gold and white gloves, protected his hands, like his black and gold boots did for his feet. The gold lines running from his Navi-Symbol to his boots shimmered in the artificial light on the brand-new Net.

Around his wrists and ankles, were restraints that disabled him from using any chip data at all. He threw another glance at the energy-prison keeping him locked up where he sat right now.

Painful thoughts rang through his head as the guard-Navis came to check up on him again. They always taunted him while they were at it as well. But he ignored them.

There were more important things on his mind.

'It wasn't my fault… I was only trying… to help… I never meant for this to happen…'

After the guards left, he suddenly heard a familiar beeping noise behind him, so he whirled around in surprise.

"Father…" he said softly, standing up and looking up at the picture of his 'father', Dr. Cossack.

The man looked really down, so apparently, he failed to talk some sense into the other scientists. He refused to meet his 'son's' eyes, as if it would make him weep if he did.

"They… didn't listen… huh?" he asked softly, almost afraid to know.

"………No. They were too stubborn to listen," Cossack said quietly, using nearly the same tone as him. "Only Yuuichiro and his father listened to me, and believed me."

He hung his head, not wanting his father to see the shame on his face.

"……It wasn't my fault… it wasn't my fault…" he kept whispering over and over again.

"I know… but that's not everything…"

He looked up, confused, and asked: "What do you mean?"

"The Net's been acting funny during your 'visit' in Netopia… they think that was your doing also."

"But I didn't do anything!!!" he exclaimed, desperately trying to convince not only his father, but himself as well.

"I know you didn't," Cossack said. "But not everyone agrees with us."

He clenched his fists, trying to keep his emotions in check, so as not to let everything go.

"So, why did they lock me up?" he asked, his pain clearly audible in his voice.

"They have to make sure. If it becomes clear it wasn't you, they'll let you go."

For that, he was glad. Most likely, if he got stuck in here for too long, he'd get out with claustrophobia.

Once again, he sat there, but this time, with a bit more hope than before. He only had a few more hours to go before he would be released again, and then he'd go see her. He had to apologize. Really he had.

'I owe her that much…' he thought sadly, leaning back against the walls of his cell, and planning on sleeping the last few hours.

A sudden sizzling made him look up, toward the energy-bars in confusion, where the sound was coming from.

"Wha??" he wondered, right before the bars dissolved.

Silence, before he got up, blinking in confusion. Usually, those guys were always so precise, so why was he released so early? But still, he was glad to be free again, and he immediately ran, needing to go to Netopia to apologize.

He didn't care, nor noticed that his restraints were still on him. He had to leave. He just had to!

But he had never expected the Net to literally go berserk, making him stop in shock. He looked every which way, his mouth wide open in shock, as the Net just seemed to… fall apart!

"Wh-what's going on?!" he demanded.

"What's going on, is your deletion!!" a voice screamed behind him, making him whirl around in shock.

An entire army of Navis stood there, glaring hatefully at him. They either had swords out, or large guns, each one with his name on it.

He took a few frightened steps back, shaking slightly, and said: "But I didn't do anything!"

"Don't try to fool us, virus-Navi!" one of them said.

Bass stepped back. What was going on?

'But I didn't do anything…'

*End Flashback*

"I didn't do anything…" Bass murmured softly, almost inaudible.

Razor finally raised his head, his eyes understanding. Even Mike was silent, finally understanding the other Navi.

"Humans are just designed to make mistakes…" Mike whispered, making Bass look at him with those blood red orbs. "And sometimes, those mistakes have catastrophic consequences… whether it's for a single person or an entire group."

Razor nodded and said: "Mistakes like that often killed people… People who did no harm to no one."

Silence, but with every second, the tension seemed to increase. Razor could understand that Bass still didn't trust them, and he suspected that he would attack any second. If only to release his anger and hurt.

Bass' eyes glazed over with anger again, and he growled in anger.

"As though you know what I had to go through!" he hissed.

"I won't know unless you tell me, ne?" Razor asked, though he was actually getting ready to fight if he had to.

"LIKE HELL I WILL!!!" Bass screamed, and threw a bolt of plasma at Razor.

Razor easily jumped back, avoiding the blast easily.

It didn't take much to avoid all blasts, seeing as Bass was driven by anger and hurt only, which made his aim become less and less every time. Still, Razor said nothing, and just kept on dodging.

The blasts missed him by a mile, but again, he said nothing.

He simply allowed Bass to fire, and not once did he fire in return. The black and gold Navi just wouldn't stop firing at Razor, as the green and blue Navi kept on dodging everything thrown at him. The pellets of plasma still flew down with their usual speed, but there was a slightly bigger pause between the shots, giving Razor all the time he needed to dodge or avoid.

Bass fired again and again, but a nagging voice in the back of his mind told him to stop and think for a second. Like always, he ignored the voice and simply continued to fire at the Navi, angered that he had even tried to make him open up. Like he would ever open up to anyone!!

He'd made that mistake twice already, and he wasn't planning to make the same mistake again!!

The thought alone nearly made him stop, but he ordered his body to keep up, not paying any attention to his Busters as they slowly heated up. He couldn't care if they were going to overheat; all he wanted was to end it all, all of it.

That's all he ever wanted… all he ever wanted was for everything to just end, just to make him forget. Forget everything he didn't want to remember, or the stuff he never wanted to hear from. He wouldn't be able to live with it.

He couldn't live with himself as it is, and he didn't need more pain than he already had. He just couldn't…

Quint watched in confusion as Bass suddenly reopened fire, but his aim was off, by more than a mile. But even so, he wanted to help, but there was no way to get up to where Bass was. The guy was a whole lot of feet above the ground, so there was no way to get there.

"Just what happened back there?" Ragna asked, walking up beside the much smaller Navi.

"I dunno…" Quint said with a shrug. "But I really wish I could help."

"So why don't you?" Ragna asked.

Quint looked at him in confusion. What was this guy talking about?

"How 'bout this," Ragna said, bending through his knees to talk eye-to-eye with the other Navi, "I get Bass from the sky, and you use that jackhammer of yours to…" the next part was whispered into the Navi's ear.

The smaller Navi grinned, but then asked: "How are you…?"

"Just watch…"

Razor watched Bass for a moment, and noticed that Bass was starting to get tired, most likely from firing his Busters for so long. Still, Razor said nothing and just continued to dodge.

Bass stopped after some time though, trying to catch his breath, while Razor was not even missing a beat.

"You're getting slow, Bass," Razor said simply, as if talking about the weather. "Getting a little rusty there?"

The black Navi growled in absolute anger. His fingers curled inward, making fists, which clenched tightly, his hands shaking to show he was really mad now. But Razor wasn't affected in the least.

"You…" Bass hissed in anger, as his arms lit up with dark red energy. "I'm going to enjoy deleting you myself!"

"Oh really?" Razor asked, one eyebrow quirked, although that was hard to see with a helmet on. "Do you even realize that you're being as bad as everyone else who's ever killed for no good reason?" he asked, making Bass narrow his eyes in confusion. "Humans get locked up for crimes like that. Sometimes, even death for repeated murder."

Mike closed his eyes sadly, and said: "There's enough useless fighting in this world, and what does it bring? Nothing but pain, chaos, and death. Nor does it solve anything."

"Shut up shut up SHUT UP!!!!" Bass screamed, pure anger and madness written all over his face. "I DON'T CARE IF IT SOLVES ANYTHING!!! AS LONG AS THIS PAIN COMES TO AN END!!!!"

"Pain???" Razor and Mike questioned at the same time, thoroughly confused.

Bass screamed and pulled back his arms. Razor instantly took on a defensive position, thousands of gallons of hatred and anger surging across the entire Net, freezing his body up completely, as if he was back in the crystal prison made by that Crystal.EXE.

'W-w-what's going on?! Why can't I move!?'

There was no way his body would move on its own accord. Even blinking took a lot of willpower. He wouldn't stop trying, and fought desperately not to let fear override his systems.

No use though.

Bass was about to throw, when…

"What were you planning with that?" a voice said from… behind him?

He whirled around, only to receive a blast against his stomach, sending him crashing into the ground with a loud slam. His head knocked back against the ground, knocking him out almost immediately.

"QUINT!! NOW!!" Ragna screamed, kicking off against his lance, sending him quite some distance from the crash site.

Quint heard his cue, and summoned for his jackhammer, which appeared almost instantly. He slammed the tool into the ground, and instantly, it whirled to life and started hammering against the ground, having the desired result. The ground tore open, streaking rapidly across the entire Net, but generally in one direction.

Bass', that is.

As the ground tore open beneath him, it easily swallowed him up, as if it was nothing.

And then… Quint raised the jackhammer from the ground.

Immediately, the gigantic tear in the Net slammed back into place loudly.

Ragna walked over, smirking slightly.

"Well, takes care of that," the tall Navi said.

"Yeah, and it took you long enough," a familiar voice said, making the duo look up.

Razor walked up to them, not seeming to be angry, but a mixture between a bit crossed and relieved.

"Sorry, Razor," Shun said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Nah, don't bother," Mike said, smirking. "He's still here, and that's what's important."

Razor smirked as well, then turned serious and asked: "Where's Muramasa?"

Ragna frowned and said: "A friend of hers took her out of here."

"And you let him?!?!" Razor demanded in anger. "He might not even be a friend of hers! So how can you know?!?!"

"I think I've known Muramasa a lot longer than you could ever know her!!!" Ragna practically shouted, starting to get angry as well.

"And how the fuck do you even know how long I know her?!?! For all I care, I know her far better than you could ever know her!!!" Razor screamed with equal ferocity.

"Holy shit!! Razor, cut it out!!" Mike said.

"YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!!!!" Razor and Ragna screamed at the same time.

Quint backed up in surprise. Normally, Razor wasn't so easy to anger, so this must be serious.

CRASH!!!

Everyone instantly whirled around in shock, surprised by the sudden sound.

"What the?!?!"

"Uh oh…"

"Ah FUCK!!!"

Bass was up again, and pissed off as hell this time.

Miri-chan: Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiis. [tugs on Zeal's arm] When are there going to be new Styles in it?

Z: Once I have more Styles than I have now.

Enzan: Why not ask the readers for something?

D. Zero: Not such a bad idea.

Z: Well… okay. Alright people, if you have any ideas for new (not existing) Styles, write them down in a review, with a description of the Style itself, and the different versions (you know, Guts, Team/Brother, Shield, Bug, Shadow, etc).

D. X: Well, you'll be getting some pretty long reviews then.

Z: If people even read this crap.

Chibi-chan: Whoa, by the way, how'd the test go?

Z: Mmmwa.

D. Zero: Just fine. We'll get the results in a few days.

Z: Anyway, if you think it's too long, send it over in an email.

Miri-chan: Are you going to send the best style a gift?

Z: A what???

D. X: A present, endowment, gift…

Z: X!!! SHUT UP!!!

D. X: :)

D. Zero: Well, send the best Style a profile picture of a Navi of the author's choice.

Z: Hmmm… I guess. But I always have troubles picking the best Style or anything else.

Delta: Hey! We're here too!

Beta: Nyu! That's right! We can all help as well!

Z: Well…… oh alright.

Miri-chan: YAY!!!

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Mini-Contest: Send in a brand-new Style that doesn't exist in the MMBN games with a description of the Style itself as well as the different versions. Status changes (if any at all) have to be mentioned as well, as well as how it's supposed to look. It's allowed to have the Style only be used by a certain character, but it's not necessary. If describing things isn't your thing, it's allowed to send in a picture of the Style on one of the characters (I don't really care who it is). It doesn't matter if you think the picture stinks. It's the design that counts.

Prize: A profile picture of a Navi of your choice.

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