Entry tags:

contest, enzan, exe, loss, netto

Loss
I had forgotten I had written a very quickie fic based off of the EXE universe for a contest. I believe it was probably for the rockman_yaoi LJ Comm. since I remember posting fics there. But I could be wrong. I remember they had several pics posted and the challenge was to write a fic based off of it. I remember that epitaph_skeith wrote a fic based off of the same pic I had used and that ours was similar. I believe she won too >snuggles tight< but I can't remember if it was 1st, 2nd or 3rd . . .

It ended up being shonen-ai (love admission) between Netto and Enzan. Basically major fluff. Oh yeah, and a tearjerker too since we never found out what happened to Enzan . . . and to this day I have no idea either . . .

Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them for a bit of torture . . . um . . .I mean writing fun, yeah, that's it ^^;;

For the contest based on the bandaged Enzan pic.

Loss

(C) 6/12/2004 All Rights Reserved
By Goldenmane

Why did this have to happen?

Though what it is, I'm not quite sure of. I can hear a voice, no, two voices, both concerned, one almost in my ear, deepish, frantic, speaking with words my mind refused to understand. But, what this voice kept saying over and over was 'Enzan-sama.' So was that, then, my name?

But what about the other voice, softer, full of tears, much younger sounding. Who, I don't know. I can't recall any names to go with the voices. It's hard to recall much of anything, to bring up facts from my muddled brain.

I hurt, of that I know, but it's a curious, detached feeling, of knowing you are hurt but not being able to prove it. And the feeling only grows each and every time my body is jarred from some motion. I can hear a muted sound in the background. A siren? Was there an accident? Is that why I hurt?

I can feel a wet in my eye, running down my cheek and I try to open either eye, but manage to slit open only one eye. But all I can see is a glaring, bright light piercing the haze of darkness, and beyond, garish shadows that shift and bend as if to their own tune. Nothing makes sense anymore, or so it seems.

I tried to draw in a deep breath, but all I could manage was a raspy sound that rattled from somewhere deep within. I could taste blood in my mouth then, bitter, acrid. Not a good sign.

"Enzan, please," I hear the young voice say, "wake up. Give me some sign you're going to be ok."

Now I remember. That voice belongs to Netto . . . Hikari Netto . . . but what is he doing here? And Blues? Why is he so insistent as well? What happened?

"Gods, Enzan, I'm so worried," Netto continued, "we're getting help for you, I promise. They'll take good care of you."

"Netto," I heard Blues say, his voice no where near as calm and professional as it should be, "the first chance you get, plug me in so I can inform the others . . . they might want to be there . . . just in case . . . "

So I am hurt . . . but . . . how bad? I try to move, but I find I can't. I can't even twitch a finger. I groaned, the sound deep and painful as I tried again to move my head, sending shards of fire lancing through it.

"Enzan, stay still. Don't move, you'll only make it worse . . . gods, why did they have to do that to you? You're a mess . . . "

Gee, Netto, I thought somewhat bitterly, thanks for the comforting imagery.

"I won't let Nebula get away with this . . . " Netto continued.

Nebula? Oh, that's right . . . They had burst into my office, held my staff at gun point. They had taken me away by car to some deserted location or other, some warehouse . . . the details still aren't clear. But I remember how they bound my hands then slammed me into a wall. I fought back, I'm not a Net Savior for nothing, but it was no use. Without my hands . . . I remember one with a pipe, another with a wrench . . . they advanced on me, lashed out even as I tried to defend myself . . .

Then the sudden realization of what had happened set in and panic followed soon thereafter. I tried to scream, to let my pain out, but nothing would come from my throat but a heavier taste of blood. I began to cough violently, the sound too ragged, too pain-filled. I could feel hands on me trying to calm me down. I could hear Blues talking, but nothing would register but the sheer horror at what they must have done to me.

They beat me, tried to kill me. I don't remember blacking out, but I must have. They must have left me for dead and Netto must have found me . . .but why didn't they take Blues? Why didn't they destroy my PET? Wouldn't Blues have been more of a danger to them than me?

But without an operator . . . what is a Navi?

The real panic didn't set in until I found I could no longer draw a breath, could no longer get that life-giving air into my system. I tried to thrash, to raise a hand to my throat, but I couldn't move. I felt something covering my mouth then air being forced into my lungs. Was this the end, then? Was I going to die? Was Nebula going to win after all?

No, Netto will take care of Blues. I have complete faith in him. And Blues is stronger than that. I custom programmed him, after all. He was to be the best fighting Navi plus one who could help me, Ijuuin Enzan, vice-president and heir to IPC, in my daily duties . . .

Gods, my mind cried out, I don't want to die. Not now. I have never told Netto how much I do care for him, even if I have told Blues. Never gotten the chance to hold him, to kiss him, to tell him those three words that could have made all the difference.

"I love you."

But the words didn't come from me. They came from Netto.

"I'll kill them for you, Enzan," Netto went on, his voice shaking badly, "I'll make them pay for this. I'll avenge you . . . and Blues will help, I know he will."

I can feel Netto's hand softly brushing my hair, his hand trembling as badly as his voice. The motion is soothing, lulling me closer and closer to the darkness.

"I love you, Enzan, I just hope you can hear me," Netto said, "I want you to know that I've loved you for a long time, just didn't dare say anything. But . . . just in case . . . I do lose you . . . I wanted you to know the truth."

My soul shattered and I cried inside, fighting and clawing my way from the sweet darkness that promised no pain, no lingering guilt, just pure peace. I couldn't die. Not now. Not now that Netto had said he loved me. Not, at least, until I had told him that the feeling was returned tenfold.

I cried out soundlessly when I felt my body jerk. I heard other voices, strange voices and felt myself being moved. I managed to open one eye and I saw Netto looking down at me, his face streaked with tears, blood on his vest and shirt, even streaked onto his face. Had they hurt you to?

"I . . . I love . . . you . . . Netto," I managed to say around the pain in my throat and the mask over my face.

At that, Netto cried harder and I could tell he heard me. I tried to smile, but couldn't find the strength, tendrils of darkness snagging my soul, trying to draw me back down.

"Care for Blues," I said softly, weakly, knowing I couldn't fight the pull any longer, "he'll be a good companion for Rockman."

"No," Netto sobbed out, "you can't die!"

I was forced to close my eye when I felt something jab into me and Netto's face vanished, replaced with stark darkness. Whether from the lure of death or whatever they might have drugged me with, I didn't know. But what I did know was, if I could, I had to find a way to survive, to come back to Netto and Blues. I couldn't break both of their hearts.

But what the fates had in store for me, only they knew and right now, none of them were talking.