Liberties were taken considering the lacking source material about certain details pertaining to everyday life in 21XX. Please feel free to correct me if any grievous errors were made.

This is a very lax kind of work. Plot may be somewhat sparse in favor of scenes related to character interaction. Apologies.

It wasn't a very auspicious day when two dusty child units came into Irregular Hunter HQ asking for jobs. This happened sometimes; when reploids couldn't get jobs elsewhere, they turned to the Hunters as a last resort. (Life expectancy in their line of work wasn't very long, after all. Except for some specialty units, most moved around in a rotation through deskwork and fieldwork; whichever needed help more at the time. Not many survived the fieldwork rotation.) Their patched, faded clothes spoke more of their desperate situation than their cheerful, unyielding faces, and they were signed on under the stipulation that they were not separated.

Not that anyone would have had the heart to do so otherwise. Not when the two held hands tightly and stared nervously into the reploid resource manager's face like that.

(Rumor was, their interviewer left the room crying. Child units always pulled a little on people's heartstrings. Useless attachments carried over from their human counterparts, more useful to the organics for proliferation of their species.)

One child had a set of armor curiously similar in shade to Rockman X's and a buster weapon, while the other proffered a very… sturdy broom. Trying very hard not to grin too obviously, Douglass offered to situate the child with a beam saber and a teacher. The two assured that they would both have armor by some time the next week.

One room assignment and two signed contracts later, the reploid siblings Rock and Roll were officially Irregular Hunters.

No one noticed the extra tenants snuck into their room until much later.