Net City High School

This is an unfinished Megaman Battle Network Fanfiction. So I expect it to be treated as such. All characters, concepts, and all of that belong to Capcom. Enjoy!

"Psst! Roll! Can I borrow a pencil?" Megaman whispered to the pink navi sitting next to him. Her emerald green eyes darted to make contact with his bright green ones for a brief moment. "In a minute, after Mr. Spears is done talking." Roll replied, still whispering. 
"I can loan you one." said a voice from Megaman's left. The blue Navi looked to see a turquoise arm with an outstretched white hand, holding a green mechanical pencil. His face was tan, with stormy gray eyes and red markings similar to scratches on the bottom of his face. "Thanks Tomahawkman." I said. The turquoise Navi nodded, his headdress tilting in sync. "...thus the sodium becomes a positive ion, and the chlorine becomes a negative ion, forming sodium chloride, or table salt." the aging teacher concluded. Ink drawings of the atoms and their respective ions are on the smudged dry erase board. For his age, he can draw pretty good. "Protoman, why is that so?" Mr. Spears asked, adjusting his glasses. All heads in the classroom turned to face the red Navi sitting in the desk two rows behind Megaman, whom was at the front of the classroom. "Um, because it's a metal?" Protoman answered nonchalantly. 

"No," Mr. Spears said calmly. "The sodium ion is positive because it gave away it's one valence electron to have a full shell only. The imbalance of protons and electrons makes sodium positive and chlorine negative." Mr. Spears replied. The electric hum of the bell rung  throughout the classroom, signaling that the period was over. "Class, before you go," Mr. Spears interrupted. "I have your grades from last week's test. If you want to see your's, come to my desk." A thick line of Net Navis were swarming the teacher's desk, so Megaman and Roll had to fight a stampede to get their grades. "What did you get on your test?" Megaman asked Roll. The blond Navi held her test marked with red pen up to Megaman, revealing an A+. "Expected." Megaman said. "Look what I got." The white paper held a B on it's surface. 

"Good job. Looks like you studied." Roll concluded. A shrill voice erupted in an annoyed tone from the back of the room. 
"You got another F? Couldn't you get at least a D? You have a grade point average to keep as captain of the Net Battle Team!" A yellow-green Navi yelled. 

"Who is she yelling at?" Megaman asked. 

"Protoman, like always. Why did you even ask? She's a pain like that!" Roll complained. 

"Would you get off my back? I have enough to do without you constantly grilling me!" Protoman retorted.

"You're impossible!" The girl shouted in frustration, throwing her arms up and storming out of the room. Protoman sighed, then walked out. 
"Let's go." Megaman decided, saying it slowly. 
The gray lockers in the hallway stand out against the sunshine coming in from the windows parallel to them. Net Navis are milling around hurriedly, trying to get to their next class. Megaman and Roll are gathered at Megaman's locker. "Hey, do you want to do something tonight?" Roll inquired, blushing.

"Sorry, can't. I'm trying out for the Net Battle Team after school."  Megaman replied. 

"You're trying out? Don't waste your time, chump." A pack of popular people being led by Protoman strolled to Megaman's locker, the sun being reflected by Protoman's black visor. "Listen, Net Battle Team is just too much for you. Run along and do something in your comfort zone, like math team, and leave the fighting to the big boys." His goons laughed behind him. "Goodbye." After Protoman and his lackeys left, the green girl from before walked up to Roll. "By the way, way too much pink to be considered fashionable in the slightest, hon." She walked away, chuckling to herself. 

"I can't believe her! She can't just go and insult me like that! Megaman, aren't you just seething?!" Roll yelled. 

"...I accept your challenge, Protoman." Megaman whispered to himself. He thought Megaman was just a piece of garbage that wasn't worth being in his sight. "I'll prove myself." Megaman thought to himself. 

"Excuse me, but where's Room 234?" A feminine voice said from a distance, exasperated, interrupting Megaman's thoughts. A female Navi ran up, clad in almost all white. She ran up to where Megaman and Roll were and skidded to a halt. "My name's Meddy. I'm new here." Meddy said in between breaths. 

"Oh, sure," Megaman said. "I can lead you to it." 

"Thank you very much." Meddy said gratefully. The duo walked off, Meddy behind Megaman. 
"What makes her so special?" Roll hissed to herself, emphasizing her. She slammed her locker shut and walked off in the opposite direction of Megaman and Meddy. 

"No, you aren't. You can't!"

"Yes, I am. My calculations predict that I have a 32.7786% chance of getting in to the Net Battle Team. I'll finally be able to break into the heart of you, my precious Ring." Numberman explained to Tomahawkman. "And then you and me will be together forever in high school and be popular and have children and..."

"Numberman!" Tomahawkman exclaimed, banging on his locker to snap the light green Navi out of his fantasy. 

"What?" Numberman said, surprised. 

"First of all, stop doing that. Second, I'm not sure about you trying out for Net Battle Team. It seems...not your type." The Indian Navi reasoned. 

"Tomahawkman, you have to take chances. I'm trying out, whether you like it or not." Numberman shut his locker at the last statement. 

"Okay then, I'll tell Mrs. Sinclair that you won't be there for math team today." Tomahawkman sighed. "Let's go to social studies, okay?"

"Of course." Numberman agreed.