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He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He can feel the air coming out, but there’s no sound to it. It seems the boy has lost his voice.

❝ .... ❞

There’s an unseen slight narrowing of gaze as he awaited orders. With that meeting soon he’s sure Enzan would have wanted him to prepare files or something of the sort for it. But...there was none to be heard. The pause Blues gave in response was terribly close to becoming awkward before he finally breaks silence; only after it looked like Enzan had stopped talking, of course.

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❝ I would advise against doing that, Enzan-sama. ❞

Blues, who had just effortlessly picked up his Operator, speaks calmly in response. He’d kept Enzan there, held up and out before him where the boy’s fists couldn’t connect with anyone’s face. At least, until the target of Enzan’s rage took hint of the opportunity presented to them by the Navi to start turning tail and leave.

Of course; having been told to do so, he’d have to put the boy back down. Which he then does, but he remains close in case he must intervene once more. Enzan may have told him to let go but he never said anything about doing it again.

Enzan gave a nod when Blues left to place the order. He mulled over about how long it would take to walk from his current place to the flower shop, then how long it would take to get to his mother’s grave. It was actually a fairly long trek.

His thoughts were interrupted when his Navi returned. “Thank you, Blues. Although I’m not sure about the car. I don’t really want father to know where I’m going and he’ll likely question the driver.”

Then he listened quietly when Blues spoke up again. A smile spreads across his face and stopped walking for a moment. He took up the PET in both hands and gently hugged it to his chest, closing his eyes.

“I’m glad I can always count on you, Blues,” he said, a tone of fondness in his voice. Enzan began to walk again, headed for the flower shop.

About ten minutes later he had the bouquet cradled in one arm, the PET in the opposite hand, and was headed for his mother’s grave. It would be at least an hour or so to get there.

That was understandable. Blues had figured that’d likely be the case with using a chauffeur, but decided to ask nevertheless.

He spots that smile upon his Operator’s face before his viewing screen went dark. It had been a while since Enzan had done that. Pulled the PET close and hugged it like that.... And Blues couldn’t help but recall their first meeting, to which brings a gentle smile to his face. ❝ Of course, Enzan-sama. ❞

After leaving the shop, he had noticed Enzan hadn’t put him away just yet. From his Op’s hand, and a with notification blip from the PET, he pulls up a map with a route marked out in red for Enzan to see. ❝ It seems this would be the quickest way on foot, but it’s still quite the walk. ❞

Enzan frowned. “I’m not exactly unwell, but a break would do me some good. Do forward those, please.”

The itch in the back of his throat was getting more unbearable. He turned away from his desk, covering his mouth and coughing harshly. It was a painful kind of cough that left his chest sore.

“Maybe I’m a little sicker then I thought…”

Blues gives a nod before doing as requested. He also forwards an added short mail out along with it saying to avoid sending more work Enzan’s way until further notice.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he said as he made Blues plug-out. Quickly he ran from their current location to the area where the viruses were attacking. A short call to Sci-Labs and a dimensional area appeared around them.

“Sychro Chip! Slot In! Cross Fusion!” The boy was engulfed in a sphere of white light. When it vanished Enzan was standing there with his Navi’s appearance. Something felt slightly off about their fusion, but it wasn’t enough to be concerned about.

It didn’t take him long to rid the place of viruses. It actually seemed a bit too easy which made him wonder if there had been more to the situation. Finding nothing else around the dimensional area dispersed as did their Cross Fusion.

“I guess we’ll head back,” he told Blues. There wasn’t anything left to do here so the logical thing was to head back to IPC for the time being.

After spending some time working on a few things at his desk, Enzan started to feel odd. At first it was just a small tickle in the back of his throat and a slight tightness in his chest. It probably showed on his face that he was quite uncomfortable.

The fight had gone relatively smoothly. Which in and of itself was strange. Blues had grown used to expecting a larger threat after clearing the field. But even if there had been concerns, neither voiced as much. Although the Navi was sure his Operator had felt the same.

Back at the office, Blues remained inside the PET, pitching in when he could with sending mails and retrieving documents addressed to Enzan for review. But his Operator’s discomfort didn’t go unnoticed for long once he had picked up on it. 

❝ ...Enzan-sama, ❞ Blues breaks the silence with his address, his usual tone of voice laced with obvious concern and question. ❝ Are you feeling unwell? ❞

The answer to that was clear, even before Enzan had given response. Maybe the exhaustion of constant work between his job here and that as a Net Savior was finally catching up with him..? This had come on a bit suddenly though. Blues takes the moment to look over his Operator once again, but... Hm...

Enzan felt his throat tighten as Blues began to reply. He swallowed thickly. His eyes were beginning to sting with the threat of newly forming tears.

Blues would rather be deleted or corrupted than lose him? His chest felt tight, his free hand gripping the front of his shirt. Blue eyes looked down at the gun in his hand. There was a soft thump as he dropped to his knees.

There was a few more soft sounds as he moved to sit against the desk, still out of Blues’ vision. He pulled his knees to his chest, burying his face in them. Enzan was trying his best not to break down in tears.

The gun felt cold against his leg. He picked his head back up, his breathing a little uneven, his heart-rate starting to elevate. Even after all Blues had just told him, his mind was still telling him to do it. He leaned his head back against his desk and took the gun in both hands. Slowly he pressed the muzzle against the underside of his jaw, but left his fingers off the trigger.

Tears started to spill over, his breath audibly catching as he tried to stop himself. “B-But what if… Wh-What if it was my ch-choice t-to disappear?”

❝ If you had deliberately chosen to disappear then I’d have to say that I’ve failed my job as your Navi. ❞ Blues falls silent soon after giving that answer. He didn’t want to think about a world where Enzan was to just disappear by choice. But he couldn’t help it-- the concept alone hurt more than any damage he recalls sustaining in battle.

But a NetBattle wasn’t the case here. Rather, it was an internalized battle within his Operator. He could tell from the way Enzan’s readings then spiked. And Blues was determined to help Enzan overcome it without loss. Thus was his duty as a NetNavi.

❝ ...Enzan-sama. Say you were to disappear. What do you think would come of me after you were gone? ❞ This is a question he knows Enzan must’ve thought about, even if only briefly. Blues brings it up towards the surface where he’d have to face it directly. He didn’t want to come off as guilting, but he did want Enzan to realize what would come after a decision as final as the one he had been alluding to.

❝ If it was in fact your choice to, then I’d request for you to properly and thoroughly delete me first. ❞ The Navi suddenly answers the question again after giving his argument with a tone that left little to no room for doubt in his words. It wasn’t often that Blues wasn’t serious, this claim was no different. ❝ I wish to remain by your side forever, I once promised you as much. If I couldn’t... I’d have no place as a NetNavi without you as my Operator, as I’d never accept another in your place. ❞

When Blues speaks up next, his voice was notably softer. A gentle urging, his words being the only power he had in saving his NetOp. He would not fail. He couldn’t. Not with Enzan’s life on the line.

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It wasn’t even a major threat that they had responded to. It was a rogue independent NetNavi that was causing trouble around Net City. It was acting more like it was playing with Blues instead of taking the fight seriously.

It had rushed forward and jumped over the red navi. Just as it got behind him, it pat him right between the shoulder blades. There was a trace of undetectable data left on Blues.

❝ Understood! ❞

Blues had then swung one of two swords around and behind himself, finally catching the rogue Navi with a pretty significant slash while they had gotten behind him. Foolish of it to come so close all of the sudden, he thought... But there wasn’t any time to put further thought towards that as he used the second blade to effectively run them through.

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He doesn’t move to get the PET just yet. More business that his father wanted him to take care of. A soft sigh escapes him.

“Tell him I’m preoccupied for the time being…” Enzan said flatly. He then got up and moved to the desk, flipping the PET face-up, but making it so Blues would be unable to see what he was doing.

“I have something serious to ask you… How… How would you feel if one day, I just disappeared? I know father would only care because he’s be losing his heir, but what about you?”

Well, he wasn’t facing the desk any longer. But still; now all he could see was the ceiling, Enzan just out of view. So he still couldn’t tell what he was doing and it didn’t seem like he’d be telling him anytime soon. Which really wasn’t any better. It only further feeds this bad feeling that has been building up since his NetOp has returned.

Blues had just finished sending out Enzan’s response when he made a curious sort of noise at the question being asked. 

❝ If you were to disappear? ❞ That was... a very serious question. ❝ While your father would lose his heir, I’d be losing my Operator. ❞ A NetNavi without their respective NetOp. Blues didn’t even want to imagine what that would be like. But he continues.

❝ Losing you would be a fate worse than deletion. A fate worse than corruption. ❞ To which he’s experienced once already, and he’d honestly take going through something like that again and again than to lose Enzan. ❝ I’d be a Navi without purpose or partner. And I’d never forgive myself if I allowed for something to happen that caused you to disappear if there was any helping it. ❞

Blues wasn’t going to question why he was being asked such a thing. He feels as though he understands well enough what was going on by now. 

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❝ I’m glad you’ve always found it in yourself to never do so. ❞ 

Blues has seen it, of course. He’s watched Enzan struggle and overcome the feeling time and time again. This confession… it had to have been difficult for him to make. But now that he’s finally heard him say as much, the Navi had to disagree with his Operator a little.

❝ That’s reassuring to hear as your Navi. But Enzan-sama… Even if it’s because of me, I think you’re alive now due to the fact you choose to be. Do not doubt your own personal strength and will to live. ❞ 

Blues then falls silent for a moment. It was his duty as a NetNavi to be there for his NetOp, especially in his darkest of times. And he always would and will be, but Blues had to believe there was more to live for than himself. Or at least, that there one day would be. After all; it’s always been the two of them versus the world, ever since they’d met. But he’d always wanted more for Enzan. 

So until then; he’ll gladly continue to be the sole pillar of support that kept Enzan from falling. If he had that power in their bond, he wanted to use it.