A/N: This chapter took longer to make than the others. Why? I've been *ahem* "busy" lately. Ok, really though, I've been doing other things, on another note this is the first chapter that I am 100% creating in a long time, what do I mean by that? Well the previous chapters I had written a good year ago, I sent them from my phone to my laptop, they, however, were all heavily edited, things were added, things were taken away, ect.. I would also like to thank Nai Light for all the lovely reviews, your support makes me happy!

The day so far was quiet and relaxing. SearchMan leans back in his chair, his arms going around his head. He breathes a sigh of relief at finally having gotten away from everyone else. Earlier today many of the men sent away on marches had came back, no hostages nor any news on the enemy with them. Many NetNavis were still gone, which meant that things were somewhat more quieter, and that's how SearchMan likes it. Sure he can party every now and then, but he's been so busy with patrolling and lookout recently that he honestly just wanted to spend time to himself.

Nothing can disturb him now.

The door slams open, "Search, you got to hide me!"

The taller Navi sighs, "What did you do this time, Forte?"

Forte covers his mouth, trying to hold back a snicker, "I may or may not have done something terribly evil."

SearchMan turns his seat to face Forte, he leans forward, "What? What did you do? Spit it out already."

Forte continues to hold back laughter, "I-I-I…!"

"God dammit Forte, what did-"

"FORTEEEEE!" A loud familiar voice booms through the hallway.

"Oh shit man, I got to hide!" Forte gets on all fours and attempts to fit under the bed, swearing silently as he realized that his helmet is making it impossible to get under, he looks around and heads into the personal bathroom, closing the door and locking it, just in time for the main door to open, revealing a very angry QuakeWoman.

"SearchMan, where is that little bastard?" The angry female Navi asks.

SearchMan looks around, wondering whether or not he should give out Forte's hiding position, "He's not here…"

"Bull fucking shit he ain't here! Where you hidin' the bastard?"

"Pretty sure he went in NapalmMan's room…"

"Oh?"

"Am I the type of Navi known to lie, Quake?"

"Eh, guess not, alright then, sorry to bother ya." With that, the angry Navi leaves, her voice booming once again as she reaches NapalmMan's room next door, yelling to the Navi to hand over his "gay lover".

Forte comes out from the bathroom, SearchMan looks over at the snickering Navi, "Mind explaining?"

"Alright, alright," Forte takes a seat on the bottom bunk "earlier after lunch I went to go and see Colonel, problem is I forgot where is room was! Yes, I am aware it's right next to our room, look I am not the smartest Navi around."

"Just get on with it."

"Uh, right, anyway, so I ended up getting lost on the other side of the building, not literally lost, ok I'm rambling, I ended up opening her door and I snuck into her bed when she was napping, I caressed her body and whispered "Hey sexy," and then that's when I realized who it was."

"And you were hoping it was Colonel?"

"Well-"

"You know what, I don't wanna know anymore."

"No! It's a joke! I swear! Colonel and I call each other sexy, and we joke around and-"

The door suddenly swings back open and QuakeWoman walks in, "I knew it!"

Forte backs up, smiling and laughing, "Girl, you need to take a chill pill!"

"Yeah, Quake, calm down, it was an accident," SearchMan explains.

"Oh so you're siding with the rapist too?"

"I'm not siding with anyone, I simply think you are overreacting."

"Overreacting! The only reason I am flipping my shit is cause this little slut is going around and telling people he got into my bed!"

SearchMan looks at Forte with a disapproved face, Forte simply shrugs, "I only said I got into your bed, doesn't mean anything."

QuakeWoman balls up her fist, "Doesn't mean-?! Oh you bastard! You chose those words on purpose! You want it to sound perverse without actually coming right out and lying!"

Forte grins, "Exactly!"

QuakeWoman grits her teeth and raises a knee, ramming right into Forte's crotch, causing the cloaked Navi to fall down to his knees. With that done, the pissed off female storms out, cursing all the way as she slams the door.

SearchMan has a look of pity on his face, "You alright, Forts?"

Forte releases a stifle cry in pain in response.

"I suggest you take it easy, oh, and try to not be a dick."

"Can't make any promises…" Forte responds, pain in his voice.

The bar begins to fill up, many military Navis pack in one small room. They were all laughing and drinking merrily, the smell of cooked foods filled the air and noses of everyone. There is a tv on, displaying a sports channel, apparently there are many sports currently taking place in the CyberWorld right now. No one can actually hear the channel, but many watch and place bets as to who they think will win, when their team scores a goal, many shout happily, clanging their cups together and taking big sips of alcohol. If a score goes to the other team, however, many frustrated words are shouted, the flustered Navis can feel their zennies slowly disappear with every goal the opponent team gets. Among the sea of NetNavis sat three in particular, they seat themselves right at the bar, drinking and talking loudly.

Blues places his cup down, still on his first drink, his friend, Colonel wraps an arm around him, "Blues, old buddy, still on your first bottle man?" His words slur, indicating the fact that he is drunk.

"You know I don't drink much." Blues reminds, but when Colonel is drunk, he doesn't remember squat, so Blues doesn't bother to speak to him anymore, instead, he turns to SearchMan, "Still sober, I see?"

SearchMan, who had turned his head to talk to another Navi real quick, turns back to Blues, "Yeah, I don't plan on getting drunk tonight, was feeling down with getting tipsy, but Colonel is making me want to avoid drinking all together."

Blues chuckles, "Agreed," just as he said that, Colonel muttered something quietly before getting up and making his way through a crowd of NetNavis, he is heading to the stage, which is currently empty besides the karaoke machine. The stage itself isn't real big, and it's neatly tucked into a corner, but it has a larger backstage area, which holds many props and secrets that the drunken commander wanted to find. Colonel stumbles his way up stage, he reaches for the curtains and closes them. No one says a word, Colonel is one of the higher ranks, so no one can say a word, no one particularly noticed nor cared anyway, everyone tonight is busy in their own little worlds.

"Hello, guys," from no where, Forte arrives, taking the seat Colonel was previously in, sat next to Blues and another Navi, SearchMan being on the other side of Blues.

"Evening, Forte," Blues greets "Surprised to see you just now arriving."

Forte stretches, "I was visiting CrashMan, he gives amazing head."

"Oh," Blues looks down at his drink, "ok then."

"You sound unsure," Forte leans his chin on his hands and looks into the shades of the red Navi, "or are you really that socially awkward?"

Blues frowns, "Awkward? No, I just wouldn't know that's all."

"About you being a social loser?"

"No, the thing you said about CrashMan, I wouldn't know about that."

Despite speaking with Blues a few times, mostly at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, Forte never really had much of a conversation from the red NetNavi, he seems to be more of a loner type, Forte would go as far to say that Blues is a bit of a goody two-shoes. Then again, he is part of the Net Police, so law in naturally in his nature. Still, it bothers Forte how much of a good guy Blues is, he wants to see a bad side, a naughty side to the Navi. Even Colonel likes to screw around, but whenever Colonel and Forte offer Blues to come with, he always turns the two down, and this usually follows with him telling them why they shouldn't do what they were gonna do. That isn't to say Colonel and Forte harm Navis, they just became pranksters is all.

"Do you ever have fun?" Forte asks.

Blues looks at Forte, "Well of course I do, I just don't go around and bother others like you do."

"Hey, I don't bother…well, ok I do, but I love to mess with others."

"Yeah, I know…"

"I just tease is all."

"You know not everyone appreciates what you do, especially the other day when you replaced someone's drink with your cleaning supplies, you know he could've died right?"

"Oh he smelled it and he was alright! Besides, it was Colonel who came up with that one!"

"Doesn't matter, you two shouldn't-"

"Yeah, yeah, nag, nag! Geez all you do is nag, what are you my mother?"

"What are you two talking about?" SearchMan asks, turning back once again to his two friends.

"Nothing," Blues shakes his head.

"Hey Search, does Blues here ever do anything fun?"

"I'm right here you know…" Blues says.

SearchMan places a hand on his chin, "Sure, the other day when we went out jogging Blues did five back flips and three somersaults and-"

Blues lightly punches the taller Navi, "I did not, you goof!"

Forte turns to the bar attendant, "Hey, what does a guy have to do to get a drink around here? And don't you dare add ice!"

"Where the hell is Colonel?" SearchMan asks.

"Behind stage," Blues replies.

"I know that, but where behind stage, what is he doing back there?"

Blues shrugs, "Maybe he's getting ready for a show?"

"Oh he's gonna put on a show for us?"

"Well you know how weird he gets when he has one too many."

"True."

Forte takes a big sip from his beverage and looks over at the television, "ROCKMAN!" He shouts, seeing the familiar figure of his rival kicking a ball into a goal.

Blues looks up, "Huh, so that's what he's doing nowadays."

"And there's the rest of his friends too," SearchMan points out as the screen pans out, showing a large field. Roll, GutsMan, IceMan, NumberMan, MetalMan, WoodMan, and many others were seen in the field, all waiting for the ball to be placed back in the middle.

Forte shakes his fist as he sees Rockman yet again, "I will end you…I will find you, and I will delete you, some day…" he lazily takes another sip of his drink and turns back to Blues and SearchMan, from the corner of his vision, SplashWoman comes up, touching SearchMan on the back, trying to get his attention. Forte grins as his eyes trail up and down her slender frame.

"Splash!" SearchMan happily chirps, taking the blue female into his arms "How you doing?" he asks.

"Good, good! I was thinking of performing tonight, but I went backstage and Colonel says he has something else in mind, he seems really drunk."

"Oh boy," Blues says in response.

"Ya need a drink, Splash?" SearchMan asks.

"No thanks, I'm quitting drinking for good, got way too sick the other night, Daddy was very worried."

"Alright, sorry there's no room- oh, here! Have my seat!" SearchMan stands up.

"Oh, no, I wasn't planning on staying long anyway, way too loud and crowded in here."

SearchMan sits back down, "Yeah it is a crazy night."

SplashWoman's gaze then fell on Forte, she grins at him and then looks back at SearchMan, "Anyway, I just wanted to say hello, I should be going."

"Wait," Forte speaks up "sit next to me."

"Um, there's no room, and I said I wasn't planning-"

Forte nudges the NetNavi on his right, "Hey, you need to let the lady sit."

The NetNavi, a simple NormalNavi, sees SplashWoman, he blushes quickly and stands up, offering her his seat.

"No," she begins, turning around "I-"

"Oh come now," Forte says "I'll get you a drink, just relax, let's talk."

"Well…ok."

SearchMan feels a surge of jealousy course through him as SplashWoman takes the vacant seat next to Forte. Blues notices this and places a hand on the tall Navi's shoulder, hoping to comfort him. Suddenly, the lights on the ceiling all dim, causing everyone at the bar to stop their chattering. All eyes went to the stage as the curtains open, and Colonel stood, a long, thin pole was attached to the stage floor and ceiling.

"Who's ready for a real show?" Colonel asks through a microphone.

All the Navis began to cheer, Blues and SearchMan remained quiet, they both were, however trying their hardest to conceal their laughter. Is Colonel really going to do what they think he's gonna do? Forte eyes trail back to the television briefly as Rockman was on screen yet again, he growls deeply and SplashWoman looks back at him, a big smile on her face. His eyes lock with hers, she nods and looks back at the stage, this time, Forte's full attention also went to the stage.

"We have a special performance tonight," Colonel goes on "tonight I ask that my dear friend Forte give us all a little dance!"

Forte feels his face go hot as everyone begins to cheer, SplashWoman looks back at him and claps, from behind, he can hear Blues and SearchMan also begin to shout their approval.

"What do you say, Forte?" Colonel asks, nearly falling over in his drunken state.

Forte stands up, he feels all eyes on him, and slowly his name was being chanted. It started with one, and it grew to two, then it got louder and louder as more and more NetNavis began to shout with excitement. The Independent NetNavi grins and heads up on stage, Colonel goes to the side and fiddles with the karaoke machine, he begins to search through the songs until he came upon a rather popular and sexy pop song that recently came out.

Luckily, Forte knows the song well, he hears it nearly every day, when he's alone in the room he shares with SearchMan, he turns on the radio and dances to whatever is on, this song in particular has a nice and strong beat, a tempo which practically screams sexy dancing.

It's his time to truly shine.

At first it is slow, the song begins its notorious beat, normally, words would come in around the twenty second mark, but this is a karaoke version. As quick as a flash, SplashWoman makes her way to the stage, grabbing the microphone from Colonel, she sits atop the karaoke machine as Forte begins to sensually move around the pole. The vocals begin, and SplashWoman begins her soft singing, Forte makes sure to tease his audience, he's done sexy dancing privately, and never before others, but he's confident he knows how to make them wild…

And suddenly the song gets loud and the bass turns up, SplashWoman releases a long vocalizing pitch as Forte rips off his cloak, tosses it onto Colonel, who is now on the floor, seemingly blushing, and jumps up onto the pole. Ok, he's never pole danced before, but how hard can that be?

Whistles and cheers blasted from the crowd, and soon, some Navis began to actually toss their zennies at Forte, this only fuels his desire to entertain, to impress, and he begins to spin around and around, moving up and down the cold steel pole.

SearchMan has to admit, Forte seems like a pro, he guesses that Forte's done this before, despite it not being true. Blues meanwhile calls out louder, his cheers full of excitement and merry.

The song has a certain beat to it, Forte attempts to move along with it, occasionally dancing around the pole, he tries to not look at anyone in the eyes directly, rather, he looks at the crowd as a whole, he wonders if anyone here actually thinks what he is doing is hot. Everyone in the crowd seems to be having a good time, and Forte too feels happy, much happier than usual, he forgets all the past troubles he's ever had, and he just dances, every move feels like grace, his skin feels a tad more sensitive, and his heart thumps with adrenaline. He grabs back at the pole and spins around fast, using one leg to hang just as all the lights go back on to their brightest setting, and General is seen standing at the door. The singing stops, Forte falls on the stage floor, and everyone looks at the door and at their general.

"Well," the leader begins "I guess I now know what all of you like to do when I am not around, but I need to speak to Forte, it's important."

Forte stands back up, he glances at SplashWoman, then back at General. He jumps off the stage, grabs his cloak from off of Colonel, who is passed out on the floor, and follows General out of the bar.

Forte follows General into his office, once inside, General sits at his seat behind the large desk. "Sit," he says gently. Forte takes the seat before the large desk, he feels nervous, had the humans at SciLabs been contacted?

"I manage to get a good connection with SciLabs earlier today."

Called it.

"They say they want you back with them."

Forte is speechless, he isn't sure what to say, he could decline, but what good would saying no do? He is still, after all, a prisoner. He has no say.

"However," General continues "your creator, Dr. Cossak, has suggested that you stay here a bit longer, saying it would be better on your mental health."

Cossak, that name, just it alone causes Forte's heart to tug, his chest tightening a little. That's the man that ruined his life, isn't it? But, he's also the man that Forte feels like he needs, deep inside, he almost misses the man, despite having no memory about his personality, heck he can't even picture how he looks. If he wants Forte back then does that mean he cares? What would happen to him when he goes back to SciLabs, would they keep him, would they delete him?

"Just what are they going to do with me?" Forte asks.

General shakes his head, "No clue, they didn't say, I didn't ask, it isn't within my right to ask."

"This Cossak, is he a nice fellow?"

"Never met him, but I imagine he is if he wants you to stay here for your own sake, guess he thought that bringing you there would upset you. So he's thinking of you."

Just like that Forte goes back to being confused and conflicted, a curse he's been plagued with since the day he woke up with no prior memories.

"Ok," General says "you can go back to doing whatever you were doing, I just wanted to update you on what's going on. You do want to stay here, correct?"

"I…guess." Forte stands up and heads for the door, before he leaves he turns back around, "Hey, General."

"Hm? What is it, Janitor?"

"Do you know what I was like, in the past."

"Well," he scratches his chin "from what I've heard you wandered around, you were so elusive that many thought you didn't even existed."

"No, I mean, before that."

The large Navi shakes his head, "No, I know little about you."

"Ok," with that, Forte leaves, deciding that instead of returning to the party, he should head into bed for the night.