A/N: This fanfic went on a small hiatus as I realized that another fic was getting more popular than this one. I apologize for any who are keeping track of this fic (if there are any). Even if I update this one a bit slower, fear not, for I will continue it! After all, I do love this fic, and I love the characters in it. So, here it is! Small note before it begins, in the future I may go back to previous chapters and add in those horizontal lines that should've appeared, as I stated before, I had issues but it is all good now, I'm a dummy sometimes!

Blues takes a small sip of his coffee, he sighs sadly and places the cup back onto the table. It's early morning at Home Base and all the NetNavis are having breakfast. Blues meanwhile, only has with him a cup of coffee. Besides him sat his two companions; Colonel and SearchMan, the two on either side.

"It's not like you to show emotion," Colonel points out. "What's wrong, Blues?"

The red Navi is silent, "Still no word on Enzan."

SearchMan places a hand on the shoulder of his friend, "I'm sure he's fine."

"He got hit by a bus, and he was left in a coma."

"Yes, but, if I remember anything about your NetOp it's that he's strong-willed, and overall tough for his age." SearchMan smiles at his friend. "Don't let it get to you, once this whole war is done you can go back with him, and by then I'm sure he'll be running around again, trying to catch all the villains and training alongside you."

"He's right," Colonel agrees.

Blues smiles, "Thanks guys. I'm sorry for being so down lately, you're right when you say it isn't like me to think this way, but I just miss him, I miss my old life."

"We all do," Colonel claims. "But we're all here together, and no matter what, we'll all go back safely to our NetOps, our families."

From nowhere another figure sat at the small table, the three higher-ranked NetNavis looks up to see NapalmMan. The Independent NetNavi takes a seat, despite his form being more close to that of a machine, the three can see what appears to be modesty, possibly embarrassment, embody him.

"Uh," he begins, seeing the other three look at him with waiting glances. "Do you guys know where the janitor is?"

SearchMan speaks up, "Forte refused to get out of bed, he has no excuse, he went to bed early last night, so my only guess is that he's lazy."

NapalmMan seems disappointed, his arms falling down, "Oh, well, okay then. Um, thanks for your time I suppose." He stands up. The three friends watch as NapalmMan heads over to another table, he sits next to Punk and KendoMan, many NormalNavis sat alongside those two.

"Well," SearchMan grabs his tray. "I'm gonna go put my tray away, you done too, Colonel?"

"Yeah," Colonel answers.

"It's my turn to take 'em up, give me your tray."

Blues places his mug upon Colonel's tray, SearchMan then takes the tray and places it upon his own. He heads up to the front and places the objects in a shoot. The shoot is close to the kitchen, the kitchen being behind a long counter. The lunch lady, also the dishwasher, will then get to work on washing the dishes. On his way back, SearchMan notices the doors open, and he sees many NormalNavis speaking quietly, but he heard Forte's name.

"He's a real whore ain't he?" Was all SearchMan got out of their conversation. He placed two and two together and guessed that Forte is the "whore" they were speaking of. He can't help but roll his eyes, those guys are gossiping like human teenagers. He heads back to his table and sits down, knowing that soon General will emerge and start the daily training.

"If Forte doesn't get out here soon General is gonna be pissed," Colonel points out.

"True," Blues agrees. "Maybe we should go awaken him?"

"Don't," SearchMan says. "I warned him earlier. Even if he's suddenly our buddy, we should still let him make mistakes and learn."

"Or we could be jackasses and prank him," Colonel suggests.

"Maybe later, for now, let's be jackasses and allow him to be late, possibly not show up at the training."

"If he misses it then he's gonna pay."

"Maybe he'll have to clean the dishes too," Blues wonders.

"Oh, he'll hate that," Colonel says.

"He always complains about the toilets he must clean, if he is punished and forced to do dishes then I can only imagine," SearchMan can't help but find it amusing imagining Forte doing dishes, but he also feels almost bad for the smaller Navi.

"Everyone's already heading out," Colonel points out.

"Yeah, General just arrived too, let's go outside." Blues says and stands up first, his friends follow. On their way out, SearchMan glances back at the main door that leads to the one hallway, still no Forte.

'Just what the heck is he doing?'

Forte lays upon his bed, starring down at his body. He imagines SplashWoman mount on top of him and ride him. He breathes silently as he feels himself begin to pulse down below, the erotic image doing wonders to his turned on body. He refuses to grab himself, no matter how horny he gets, he enjoys the mental teasing. Slowly he slides a hand down, only touching the area around his groin, he moans silently as he imagines her tight vaginal walls squeezing around him. She places her hands on his chest and slides her body toward his face and back, saying his name lightly. He decides to finally touch himself, his index finger flicking his arousal at the tip, then lightly stroking up and down the base. He makes small circles around the hole at the top, then he brings his hand back up, licking the palm, and grabs his erection, stroking it up and down at a painfully slow level. His thoughts continue, she is below him now, eyes locking on him as he goes down on her, licking the sweet juices leaking from her love tunnel.

He glances down and notices that he is already leaking a little, white fluids running down his erection, some sticking to his fingers, the rest lands on his body below. His thoughts race, and he is thrusting in and out of her, she is loud, she shouts, she screams, she claws at his back, his name is heard throughout the base, and General walks in.

Wait, what?!

"Forte!"

Forte quickly covers himself, throwing a blanket over his body. He looks over the side of his top bunk and sees the leader personally in his room. He feels a tad nervous, he didn't show up for training after all.

"What in the name of everything are you doing?" General asks, oblivious to the fact that Forte was just masturbating. "I've come here personally to retrieve you!"

Forte sits up, keeping the blanket over him, folding it up so that his crotch was fully concealed. "Hello…"

"Get your ass down pronto!"

Forte bites his lower lip, "Am I in trouble?" He's more concerned about his boner rather than the trouble he may be in, but he's stalling, praying that soon his penis will be kind and forget about sex.

"Soldier, get your ass down, now."

Forte feels his heart race, he blushes, but he obeys, he jumps down and lands at the floor below, he notices General's eyes scroll down and then widen. Forte shifts uncomfortably, his eyes refusing to meet the leader's.

"Just get downstairs, you are missing training for now, but you're making it up tonight. For now, go to the kitchen, you're washing dishes today." With that, General leaves.

Forte is left standing there, he sighs, more so out of annoyance than anything. He waits a few minutes then heads down the hall, not looking forward to all the dishes he has to clean up.

The lunch lady, a NetNavi called , turns her head when she hears someone else enter through the metal door, she sees Forte, the janitor Navi. She grins, happy that she gets a day off, knowing full well that Forte is on dish duty all day today. "The trays are all next to the sink, some are already washed, you're welcome. Be sure to scrub 'em all with hot water and soap."

Forte grumbles under his breath and heads toward the sink, Bonne leaves and he begins his new task. He picks up a single mug and dunks it in the sink, which Is already full of semi-hot water, he takes a sponge, squirts soap on it, and begins to scrub, all while still grumbling to himself. From the cafeteria, he hears Bonne leave, cheering to herself rather loudly to no one. Her voice echoes off the walls of the large, empty room. Forte found this a bit weird, but he guesses that she must dislike her job. She may not be the ones outside right now running, but she sure does have a busy life. She's the one who does all the cooking, all the dish washing, and three times a day at that. What's even more surprising is that she does it all alone. He'll give her this much, he respects her in a way, but mostly because she makes damn good pizza.

He growls in frustration as he feels his stomach rumble softly, he missed breakfast, and he didn't eat dinner last night, so he is a little hungry, now he has to wait until lunch. Of course, he could sneak some of the food that he knows is stored on racks, heck right to his left he sees a large, glass box with rack after rack of freshly-made pizza on it. But he fears security cameras, and no way will he get in more trouble, he never wants dishwasher duty again.

The metal door opens, Forte turns and sees SplashWoman edge her way in. She wears a big smile on her face, and she shuts the door behind her. "Morning," she greets, her hands going behind her back.

Forte places a tray he had just washed down on a towel to dry, "Morning, Splash."

"Daddy told me, he said you have to wash the trays all day today."

"Yeah, it isn't fun at all. Bonne really has it hard, and she's the one staying in a kitchen all day, she isn't the one going out onto a battlefield. I guess in a way she's quite the sergeant though."

SplashWoman giggles, "You're right! Boy her day is made though, I saw her running down the halls, cheering!"

"She's awfully weird."

"She's just happy, that's all."

"Well I hope she is, dammit. I'm doing her damn job for her. Not like I had much of an option."

"I can help you if you want."

"I don't need help."

"I insist," the female Navi steps up next to Forte. "You clean, I dry and put away, how's that?"

"Alright, thanks."

The two work silently, Forte washes tray and mug after tray and mug. SplashWoman then would dry the things off, then proceed to put them away in their respective corners. It took a good half hour, but the two managed to finish.

"Well, that didn't take long!" SplashWoman points out. "See what happens when two work together?"

Forte drops the sponge alongside the sink, "Yeah."

"Hey, do you want to head outside when they all come back in? We can hang out!"

"I have floors to clean…and toilets."

"Oh, well, maybe tomorrow?"

"If I get done early I can come outside, no guarantees, mind you I have to scrub this whole damn base. It's not easy, or fun. Unless you wanna help me with that too?" He smiles at her when asking the last sentence, of course, he was joking, not actually wanting her help. Well, it would help, but he prefers working alone.

"Sure!" She laughs.

"No, I was kidding."

"I know you were, but I wouldn't mind helping."

"No, really, it's fine."

"Well, if you finish early swing by my cabin, we can talk."

"Okay."

SplashWoman nods and heads back toward the door, "I'm gonna go, I assume you're gonna start cleaning the floors?"

"Sadly."

"Good luck, Forte."

Forte notices a blush spread across her face, he nods slowly and begins to follow her out of the kitchen and into the cafeteria. One the two were out, Forte takes a deep breath and grabs at SplashWoman's hip, pulling her close so that she's at his side. Her head is turned and their eyes lock, she's blushing again, and he leans in and kisses her nose, remembering the perverted thoughts he had earlier about her. She turns toward him and places her lips on his, wrapping her arms around his neck. The two have a small and rather loving kiss. Forte's hand strokes her back up and down, his other arm around her waist. He then trails down a bit farther, touching her butt, which causes her to pull away, looking down at the floor. She doesn't say anything, instead, she turns back toward the door leading to outside, and runs off, her feet making loud clacking sounds that echo across the large room.

Forte feels disappointed, was touching her a bad move? Did he perhaps do that too soon? He curses under his breath and notices all the Navis from outside start to head back in. Forte notices SearchMan, Blues, and Colonel, but he doesn't look at them long, instead, he heads over to the candy bar machine, and retrieves his cleaning supplies. He solemnly watches as copious amounts of mud and dirt are smeared all across the floors thanks to the Navis, he grumbles under his breath in an agitated manner and begins his long job.

It's almost lunch time by the time Forte cleans the whole of Home Base, all floors, tables, and toilets are clean and disinfected. Not like it matters anyway, everything is just gonna get dirty again during lunch anyway, and then he's gonna have to do it all again. He sighs and leans against a wall, currently, he sits in the cafeteria alongside the candy bar machine, he likes to leave his cleaning supplies right here. He pushes the bucket angrily and brings his knees against his chest. He almost regrets asking to stay here, he should've told General he rather go back to SciLabs. Wait, what is he thinking? He doesn't want to see those humans! He may not remember much of what happened over a decade ago, but his chest tightens when he thinks of that place. Even just the name alone makes him almost panic. What would they do to him if he went? Eventually he's going to have to go back there, unless he escapes, but does he really want to live on his own again? Does he really want to roam the Cyberworld again?

Then he remembers, he can go see SplashWoman, he is done, and there's still half an hour until lunch. He stands back up, he has second doubts, but decides that maybe he should go see her. Yeah, a small visit, even if he doesn't know what to say, he would like to eventually make his fantasy of sleeping with her come true, so he needs to get to work.

The sun hits his eyes, many other NetNavis are outside, Forte ignores them all and heads toward the small, wooden cabinet, the one in front belonging to the blue female. Feeling almost nervous, he knocks at the door. Within seconds, it's almost as if she was standing there, the door opens, revealing a smiling face. Maybe he didn't upset her after all?

"Glad to see you!" Her hands clasp around his arm, and he is pulled in. The door is closed behind him.

He waits for her to speak, but all she does is sit at her bed, looking up at him with a small smile. Forte sighs, feeling almost embarrassed and awkward. "Hey, look, about that kiss earlier-"

"Forte, stop." Her smile fads quickly, being replaced by a look of seriousness. She pauses, letting her demanding words sink in. "I want to talk to you, have a seat." It was another demand.

Forte sits beside her, not looking at her, instead, he looks forward. She speaks again.

"I know we just met," she begins. "But, Forte, I want to know if, maybe, you'd like to go out with me."

Forte takes a small pause, "You're crazy."

SplashWoman almost feels offended, but then she takes a turn, "I whole heartedly agree with you, I am crazy. But, I think you're cute. They say you're evil, but I don't think so. There's a good side in you, and I want to see that."

"As you said, we just me. You really want to date me?"

She grabs his arm, earning a glance from him, the two now looking at each other's faces. "Forte, listen, please. I know I sound desperate, but…I don't know. I've never had a boyfriend before, and I have no experience with anything relating to relationships. I want to try it, I just want to try it. I don't want to use you, I want to like you, I want us to like each other. I want…"

Forte watches as she looks back down, "You want what?"

Her eyes shut, she grows very red before whispering, "I want to make love to you."

The red flag goes up, and Forte cheers in his mind. He tries his absolute best to not smirk, he has her, oh boy does he have her! He tries to play it cool. However, she continues on before he can say anything.

"I heard rumors, you sleep with many of the others, don't you? I'm still a virgin, but I want that to change…"

"I didn't sleep with everyone."

"I'm sorry, I'm being ridiculous-"

"No, you're being crazy. Look, Splash, we can't be a thing. I don't like you, and I know you don't like me, we hardly know each other. We can be friends, and if you want, we can be friends with benefits, but if you wish to date me, you're going to have to wait. I'm not ready, and by the sound of it, neither are you. You don't date to get some sort of experience, you date someone cause you like them."

"You're right, I'm sorry, I mean, I kind of like you, but maybe it's physical, have I told you that you're cute?"

Forte grins, "Yes, you have. I must say, I am not used to such compliments, actually I'm not used to compliments period." She smiles, he continues. "But anyway, geez, I can't believe I'm sitting here lecturing someone, don't think I've ever had this before. Coming here against my own will is one of the oddest experiences in my whole life. Never would I imagine I would ever accept others as friends, but here I am."

"I'm sure you've been lonely for a long time."

"I think I always enjoyed it too, as you know, I'm an amnesiac, so it's hard to fish out any memories. But I do recall telling myself the same things day in and day out, those being that humans are terrible, and that I'm better off alone. Even back then, I'm sure that every once in a while I doubted myself, and maybe it'd depress me. I mean, I still have visions of that man, and I feel like, deep down, I need him! But…" he sighs. "I literally have these same thoughts often. I know I'm repeating myself, but it's all so confusing."

SplashWoman shifts so that she is sitting up straighter, her hand goes to Forte's leg, "You were said to be a vicious NetNavi, yet, you had the chance to kill your creator, this happened before the Alpha incident, it was sucking up the whole Cyberworld. Anyway, what I heard is that Dr. Cossak stood before you, he used a machine to project himself into our world, he stared you in the eyes, you attacked him, but it wasn't enough to kill him. Being that he's just a human, you could've killed him, yet you chose not to. Even then, Forte, I think you were confused."

Forte looks down at the floor, his thumbs dwindling around each other, what she said makes sense. He sighs quietly, "I'm not a bad NetNavi, am I?"

"Honestly, I don't think so, and Rockman said on the news that he thinks the same."

"Heh, even my supposed enemy sees it. That settles it then."

"What?"

"When this war's over, I will not struggle, I will head back to SciLabs. What they choose to do with me does not matter. I need to see my father, I need to get better. I'm mentally ill, I was for a very long time. I think it's high time I do what's right for me."

SplashWoman grins, "I live at SciLabs too! Well, until I get a NetOp that is. So when you head back, I will too! We can see each other!"

"That sounds nice. Maybe we can live happy lives. Or maybe they'll do the smart decision and delete me, if I went crazy before, who's to say it wouldn't happen again?"

"Forte…"

"I will try to prevent that. No guarantees."

A small pause, the air gets a little stiff with tension. Forte almost feels worried, he feels the female Navi leans up against him, her head resting against his arm. Suddenly, his stomach growls, causing him to blush.

SplashWoman sits back up, "Wanna head into the cafeteria? It won't be long until lunch is served."

"Alright," Forte stands up and heads for the door. He reaches for the door handle then swears.

"What's wrong?" SplashWoman asks, feeling worried.

"I just remembered, I'm still on dishwasher duty, I have to clean all the trays after lunch."

"Hey, relax, I will help you again."

Forte grins at her, "Thanks."

She grins back, "Anything, my friend."

A/N: Ok, I want to make this clear, SplashWoman and CrashMan are made-up EXE counterparts to the Robot Masters from the classic series. General is the EXE counterpart from the X series, General was leader of Repliforce, he's also a made-up counterpart for this fic. I am aware many my know that, but just wanted to say in case anyone is confused. Also, I don't ship Forte x Splash, it may seem like that, but nope. I hope people are still enjoying this fic, I also hope to get the next chapter up soon!