There is a very depressing lack of Classic Megaman fanfiction on the internet. Anyway, of course by selecting characters, when I say "MetalmanEXE" I mean Metalman from Classic. Why does ffnet disregard so many Classic characters? Sheesh.

Light.

It was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes for the first time. It was bright, and even though it hurt his eyes to look at it, the newborn robot felt that he couldn't look away. The light that captivated him so much was shadowed over when someone moved in the way of it. The stranger—a scientist, it seemed—peered down at the robot with wide eyes. His mouth hung open in a smile, a pipe clinging to his lips. The man was rather old and portly, but had gentle eyes. Eyes that shined due to some unexplained moisture.

"Who are you?" the newborn robot asked. This was the first time he heard his own voice. He decided that he liked it.

"I am Dr. Thomas Light." His voice nearly cracked, but the robot concluded that he liked the doctor's voice as well. "I built you."

"...who am I?" He felt a little silly for asking, but he didn't know his own name. There were a lot of things the newborn robot was still wondering—about himself and about the man before him.

"..Blues," Dr. Light said, his face softening. "Welcome to the world."

Blues. Already, the name stuck with him, and it felt natural when he replayed it in his head over and over, as if it had always been. The newborn robot—Blues—sat up on the metal table he rested on. He examined his body, curious of his design. Blues stared at his hands, and took a quick glance at the doctor. He noted the similarities he shared with him, despite the doctor being human.

The tiny robot continued examining himself curiously. His hand found its way to the top of his head, and he began raking his fingers through his soft hair. It was long enough for him to see it, and he saw that it was black. Blues wore only a pair of shorts, so it gave him the chance to poke at his synthetic flesh. His finger traced the seam on his chest that he supposed led to his core. Apart from the obvious robotic traits he possessed, Blues looked absolutely human.

"I bet your puzzled on why you're designed the way you are." The doctor's voice made Blues look up and lock eyes with him. "I designed you to look and feel human. You're the first, and only, of your kind."

Blues gave a smile at Dr. Light's words. He figured it was his emotions—his human emotions—causing this. The robot wasn't sure what it was like to be human, but if it felt like what he was feeling now, he liked it. Blues found himself only slightly troubled about the "first and only" bit from the doctor's explanation; however, he shrugged it off, figuring that he and Dr. Light could be like family. Blues already saw the kind doctor as his father, seeing as how he built him.

"Look and feel human." Blues mumbled mostly to himself while taking a second glance at his hands—his human hands. "I like that."

"I'm pleased," Dr. Light said, wrapping an arm around the robot's shoulder. "Come, now. It's late. I've prepared a room for you already."

Blues slid his legs off of the table and touched them to the metal floor. His hands pushed him off of the table and onto his feet, and began taking slow first steps alongside the doctor. While walking was no big event—Blues already had it in his programming, he didn't need to learn it—excitement welled up within the newborn robot with each step he took. Blues's joy was cut short as he found himself very distracted at the doctor's laboratory. It was such a cluttered mess of spare parts, tools, drills, charts, blueprints—way too much for the newborn robot to process. There were a lot of things in the lab that Blues had no idea what they were called. Just trying to analyze everything, and figure out their purpose gave Blues a headache.

Dr. Light led his robot upstairs, where things seemed a little homier. A black, leather couch with a coffee table made of wood and glass sat in front of it. A TV, some candles, a small kitchen, and a few hallways leading to different rooms. It wasn't that big, but for the two of them, it was perfect.

The two of them continued down one of the hallways, Dr. Light leading Blues. Suddenly, without warning, Blues came to a grinding halt. The doctor noticed and eyed the robot curiously. Blues's reason for stopping was something he heard—or rather, was hearing. The strange noise continued, captivating him more than the first beam of light he saw. Something inside of the newborn robot made his legs move, trying to find the source of the wonderful sounds. Dr. Light called out to him, but the sounds had him in such a trance that he didn't even notice.

Blues followed the noise, keeping his ears open to better locate the source. The sound got louder and louder the closer he got to the living area. At last, Blues found the source of the noise.

A...thing.

The newborn robot stared at the peculiar object. It looked like a weird horn stuck on a box or something. Blues scanned his mind for a word to describe just what he was looking at. This proved difficult, for the sound—coming from the "horn"—made it difficult to concentrate. It was by no means unpleasant, in fact, it was very calming.

"Blues?" Dr. Light's voice interrupted the robot from his trance. He shook his head to clear it, and turned to face the doctor.

"Doctor... what is this sound?" Blues asked eagerly.

"It is called music, dear boy," Dr. Light responded with a laugh. "This particular type is called "blues." Do you like it?"

Music. Blues concluded that he was a music lover. It seemed to fit, seeing as how he was apparently named after a genre of music. His name didn't matter, though, as he would enjoy the sounds he heard, no matter what he was called.

"I listened to this song while designing you," Dr. Light said, causing Blues to glance in his direction. "It's one of my favorites."

"It's really nice," the robot said with a grin. Blues turned back to face the machine producing the music. His listening was cut short when two hands rested on his shoulders. He looked over one, and found himself staring in the doctor's eyes.

"Blues, come on," he pleaded. "It's time for bed."

Blues began to slightly pout at having to leave the music, but found that the song was nearing its end anyway. Silence filled the room, and Blues exhaled a sigh as he followed Dr. Light to his room. The two traveled down the hallway where a door was on each side. The doctor opened up the door leading to the room on the left and gestured Blues inside, while flicking on the light. The newborn robot walked up and stood at the threshold, staring curiously inside the room before entering.

"My room?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of it. The room was very plain and simple, but had everything the robot could need. A bed with simple gray and white sheets and a black comforter sat in the left corner. Next to it was a small nightstand with a lamp on it. Blues's vision shifted to the other corner and noticed a dresser. He took a slow step inside and noticed to his immediate left was a desk along with a spinning computer chair. Blues wondered briefly on whatever he would use it for, but shrugged the thought away when he saw that the doctor was providing it in case he needed it.

"Is it to your liking?" Dr. Light asked. "It isn't much right now, but if you need anything just—,"

"No, no! Doctor, it's fine. I like it," Blues interrupted, throwing a grin at the things in his room. His own room. The newborn robot felt excited to call this room his. He was very thankful to Dr. Light for treating him like family. To the good doctor, he felt like he was his son and not just some machine. Blues turned to look at his creator, who was smiling a relieved smile at him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, my boy," the doctor said with a smile. His hand gripped the knob and he began to shut the door. Before it closed completely, Dr. Light whispered, "Sleep well."

"Goodnight," Blues called out, perhaps a little too late. The door was shut, but he was sure the good doctor got the message. The robot drew in a breath before turning back to face his room. Blues eagerly darted over to the dresser in the right corner, dying to see the contents of the drawers. Grasping each of the handles, he pulled out the first drawer to find casual clothing. On the right were long sleeved shirts folded neatly. In the middle were short sleeved shirts, and to the left were pants. Since he was going to sleep, Blues figured that casual wear wouldn't do, so he pushed the drawer shut, and opened up the next one.

The second drawer contained sleepwear. Different sets of pajamas, similar in style, but different colors were folded with care. The colors that really caught his eye were the red and gray pairs. Carefully, Blues reached for the red pair, slipping the bottoms on around his waist. The top was a long sleeve button up shirt. The buttons were already done, so he slipped it over his head.

The robot felt really comfortable in pajamas. Blues wondered why people didn't wear them all the time. He decided not to dwell too much on it as he needed to get to bed. Before he could turn around, Blues noticed yet another thing that distracted him: a body mirror that hung on the side of his dresser. He took this chance to see himself completely. The robot was absolutely fascinated about how human he appeared. Blues watched his reflection, peering into his own brilliant green eyes.

"Wow..." he muttered to himself. Slowly, Blues sidestepped to his bed—making a trip to turn off the lights as well—trying hard to take his eyes off of his reflection. Once to his bed, he pulled the blankets away, and slid under them. His bed was really soft and comfortable. Sleep would have been easy to take him, were it not for the song stuck in his head.

This is actually something I've been writing for a while, like MONTHS. I originially wanted it to be a chaptered fic...then I wanted it to be just one long fic broken into sections.. then thought "no, chaps are better" haha. Anyway, this takes place sometime before Megaman 1 and will probably end somewhere between Megaman 4 and 5. I've written a lot of this story out, but there is still SO MUCH MORE to write. Reviews are appreciated, but whatever. d: