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Title: 12 Days of Rivalry
Based On: The 12 Days of Christmas
Flopping over on his bed, Netto let out a long sigh, watching the snowflakes
fall onto the ground. In a word, he was bored. There was no one to play with,
and the snow was falling too heavily for him to actually go out and play in.
“Rockman,” He said, with boredom dripping off of his tongue, and his eyes half
lidded to show that he was about to drop dead from sheer… well, boredom, or
something of the like.
“I’m boooooored.” Netto droned, stretching out the o’s in the word as he turned
his gaze to the PET. Rockman held back a slightly annoyed sigh, and merely sweatdropped.
“Then… why don’t you find something to do?”
“But there IS nothing to do!” Netto stated, picking up the PET and standing
up, looking out his window again. Outside it showed a small group of Christmas
carolers, but they were no one that he knew. “They look like they’re having
“They’re singing Christmas carols, Netto-kun. They do it every year.”
“If they do it every year, then how come I’ve never seen it?”
Rockman sweatdropped yet again, hanging his head. “Because you’ve always droned
on about how bored you were?” He muttered, loud enough so that Netto would be
able to hear him.
“Ehheheheh… I guess you’re right, Rockman…” Flushing slightly, Netto grinned
apologetically, and sat back on the bed, thinking. Oh no, Netto, thinking? My
God, this can’t be good.
“Netto-kun—” Rockman began, but was instantly cut off.
“I KNOW WHAT I CAN DO!” Insert dramatic pose here, with Netto holding the PET
up above his head, grinning like an idiot.
“Ah… what are you planning?” Rockman asked warily, sounding doubtful.
“I can sing my OWN Christmas carols!” Netto practically sung, putting Rockman
on the table next to his bed, and frowning, now thinking yet again. “But which
one shall I sing…?”
“There’s—” Rockman began, but was cut off from speaking. Yet again.
“I know! Let’s sing the 12 days of Christmas!”
“Do you even know how to sing that?” Rockman hung his head in shame. This was
not going to go well… first of all, Netto had never sung Christmas carols before,
and second… he didn’t even know the words.
“Of course I do!” Netto beamed, clearing his throat and beginning. “On the first
day of Christmas, my rival gave to me…”
“Netto-kun! That’s not how you sing it—”
“… a netbattle fought in a tree!”
“Oh dear…” Rockman fell over, eyes swirling. “Netto-kun—”
“On the second day of Christmas, my rival gave to me, two battle chips, and
a netbattle fought in a tree!” Netto danced around as he sang, grinning like
mad. He was enjoying this, and the song wasn’t even half over yet! A small muffled
sound was heard from Rockman as he tried to plug his ears, but it was no use.
He still heard Netto, even through his fingers.
“On the third day of Christmas, my rival gave to me… three deadly glares, two
battle chips, and a netbattle fought in a tree!”
“Deadly glares is right…” Rockman muttered, giving Netto one of his own.
“On the fourth day of Christmas, my rival gave to me, four select choice words,
three deadly glares, two battle chips, and a netbattle fought in a tree!”
Rockman’s eyes went wide. “Netto-kun! Do you even realize what you’re saying?!”
Netto didn’t listen, however, as he drowned out Rockman’s voice with his own
“On the fifth day of Christmas, my rival gave to meeee… FIIIIVE, GOLDEN STARES!
Four select choice words, three deadly glares, two battle chips, and a netbattle
fought in a tree!” Letting out a very long sigh, Rockman lounged on the floor
of his PET, Netto nearly driving him to the point of tears. As far as he was
concerned, he would hope against all odds that Netto would not be invited to
any Christmas caroling this year. Or any other years, for that matter, while
he was at it.
“On the sixth day of Christmas, my rival gave to me, six snooty sniffles—”
“Fiiiive gooooldeeen staaares!” He sung, flashing Rockman a glance, and laughing.
“Four select choice words, three deadly glares, two battle chips, and a netbattle
fought in a tree!” Grabbing his PET again, Netto slipped on a jacket and started
going down the stairs, waving to his mother while he sang out the door.
“Netto-kun, do you think this is such a good idea—”
“On the seventh day of Christmas, my rival gave to meeee, seven broken ornaments,
six snooty sniffles, fiiiiive goooolden stares!” He laughed, trying to continue,
though it proved to be hard. “Four select choice words, hahaha… thre.. three
deadly glares… two battle chips… and a netbattle fought in a tree!” He fell
over laughing this time, picking himself immediately out of the snow and walking
on, regaining his composure.
“I think you’ve gone mad…” Rockman stated calmly, staring at his operator with
“On the eighth day of Christmas, my rival gave to me, eight dirty white wigs,
seven broken ornaments, six snooty sniffles, five… golden… stares! Four select
choice words, three deadly glares, two battle chips, and a netbattle fought
in a tree…” Netto glanced to Rockman. “What’s wrong with you, Rockman? Sing
“I don’t want to sing with you,” Rockman muttered, gaze still locked to the
floor as he shuffled backwards. “Those words are wrong.” Netto didn’t seem to
care, however, as he went on with the next verse right away.
“On the ninth day of Christmas, my rival gave to me… nine pink aprons,” At this
verse, he fell over laughing, having seen Enzan in a pink apron before. Nonetheless,
he couldn’t finish this chorus of the verse, and merely continued on the next
one after he stopped laughing which was about 5 or so minutes later. Rockman
had no comment.
“On the tenth day of Christmas, my rival gave to me… ten badly sung carols,
nine pink… HAHAHAHA... aprons… ahhahaa…” Regaining his voice, he continued.
“Eight dirty white wigs… hehehe… seven broken ornaments, six snooty sniffles,
five… golden stares! Four select choice words, three deadly glares, two battle
chips, and a netbattle fought in a tree!” Little did Netto know, however, that
a pair of ice blue eyes watched him from an alleyway, and the figure that owned
them moved forward, so that he stood just behind Netto. Unfortunately, he had
heard the whole thing.
“On the eleventh day of Christmas… uh… Rockman? What should I say for the eleventh
day…?” Netto was at a loss, and turned around, turning a pale white as he saw
Enzan in front of him, with narrowed eyes, and not looking happy at all.
“Go on… I’m curious to hear the eleventh and twelfth day, Hikari.” Netto now
glared, and crossed his arms, opening his mouth.
“Netto-kun, that isn’t wise—”
“On the eleventh day, you bugged me, ridiculed me, and stated that I couldn’t
win. On the twelfth day, you battled me for real, and lost.” Netto stated clearly,
standing up for his own self, trying to say something defiant something that
would hinder Enzan. It seemed to be a challenge both chocolate brown and ice
blue stared at each other for a few moments, until Enzan smirked, very slightly,
not seeming hindered at all.
“In your dreams, Hikari.” He spoke softly. Turning, Enzan walked off, his hands
shoved into his pockets. “Maybe you should sing some more. At least your singing
will improve more than you’ve improved your netbattling skills.” This blew Netto
away, and his eyes went wide, before he growled and stormed off towards the
direction of home.
“Who does he think he is?! Talking to me like that… I can’t believe he said
“Well, you DID insult him, Netto-kun, by singing that song…”
“He deserved it!” Netto stated clearly back, fists clenching at his sides as
he stormed into his house and back up to his room. Rockman smiled as he sweatdropped,
not really having much else to say.
“Hai, Netto-kun?” Rockman asked warily, staring up at Netto’s face.
“How about we sing Jingle Bells—”
“NO! That’s quite alright!” Rockman spoke out loud rather quickly, a tinge of
redness appearing right under his eyes. “No more songs… you’ve already ruined
one as it is!”
“Alright, alright!” Netto laughed, grinning as he put the PET back on the table,
and staring out the window. “Though I do still have to sing those other two
“NO!” Rockman cried, his green eyes wide.
“You’re no fun, Rockman!” Netto stated, grinning. “Just for that, I’m going
to sing Jingle Bells just for you!” Rockman’s left eye twitched, and he stared
in horror as Netto began to sing again, knowing there was no stopping his operator
if he was dead set on something.
“Not again…” Rockman groaned, sinking down to the floor and listening after
all, he had no choice in the matter, because there was nowhere to go.
“Jingle bells…” Closing his mouth, Rockman said nothing, but knew this was going
to be a very long Christmas season indeed.