I do not own any of the characters from the Metal Gear franchise and do not claim to own them either. Though the idea and such of the story are mine. JJKMagic, my lovely beta, this couldn't have been possible without you! Please leave comments that are helpful criticism and not just random hate, since that will be ignored/deleted. This is Jetstream Sam and Raiden, the rating will stay as M as there will be some explicit-ness later on.
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Protect N'mani. That had been his mission and as the man burst with blood darker than any man's he'd seen before, he was heavy with the realization of his failure. Peace had been fleeting and now it was gone with the blood-soaked tip a blade killing a man that had given a war-torn Africa hope.
His vision was red with rage. He rushed toward the bald murderer but was halted and staggered at the sudden block, at the man whose interest seemed to be everywhere but in the last few moments that had occurred. The man with wild hair and that smirking, openly mocking expression at his inability to save his charge only fueled his rage, his desire to cut them down where they stood.
And he voiced the first words he would ever utter to Raiden, "Mind if I cut in?" They added to his despair in the hopeless attempt to save N'mani and sent a bout of hot rage through Raiden's already heated body. The adrenaline of battle pushing him on to attack and throw all hesitancy away to cut down whoever stood in his way.
That was the first time they met.
"He's all yours, Sam."
The first time Raiden heard his name and the first in a long time he would taste defeat. He was foolish, naïve to charge the lax, older man with the red blade.
The smooth, easy way the man spoke as he fought, as he easily parried all of Raiden's blows should have been his first clue.
The cybernetic man had moved like nothing Raiden had seen before, every move had been countered. Every step forward he had gained he was cut back several more until he had been a staggering, bloodied mess.
"Now, now don't be shy." The sly bastard moved as quickly as he spoke, not showing the slightest unhinged motion of being on a moving train, as Raiden's footing staggered just the slightest bit.
"Is that all you've got?" Raiden felt the hot rage of battle driving him to strike down the quick-footed bastard. It blinded him as every slash, every strike was countered and given back to him ten-fold.
"I see, you deny your weapon its true purpose." The smirk slid into a thin line, an expression that trailed to dark eyes absorbed in thought and absolute contemplation, "It yearns to bathe in the blood of your enemies, but you hold it back." Shoulders dragged in a sigh, a focused sound of disappointment akin to a father seeing his son steal what he could have earned.
It was scathing to receive such a treatment as if he, Raiden, knew nothing of the blade in his hands.
"My sword is a tool of justice!" The hearty laugh only served to drive him into a frenzy, his grip tight on his blade eager to show that cocky, smug bastard that he WOULD destroy him. Anger and pride had always led Raiden to haste. A costly mistake.
How had he been defeated so easily? It was disgusting how that man could smile and mock him, even as he was cut down to nothing. Limbs were taken from him with an ease that struck fear into Raiden's system. How could anyone move so fast? So damn fluid without him landing a single strike?!
That man, with the dark eyes, moved faster than anything or anyone else that Raiden had encountered. Not since the battle with the Patriots had he felt such a burning anger, a vicious emotion that almost tore him to shreds, to nothing but a raging, killing machine.
Even his right eye was taken to leave him staggering as warnings blurred his vision. Everything was failing inside of him, loss of function and rationality. He still longed to cut down the man who taunted him with the red blade of electric fire…He would defeat him even if it cost him his life.
"This is what happens when you bring a tool to a swordfight," the red blade seemed to sing as it hovered above Raiden eager to deliver the killing blow.
"It's over." The slightest hint of disappointment, a vague motion of displeasure of a fight not really begun was whispered in his tone. It burned to think he could not even meet his enemy's standards, a sharp cut to wounds that had already rendered him useless.
A single, blue eye was struck motionless by the red blade swaying to end his life. The figure standing triumphantly above him as he desperately held onto the train with his one remaining hand.
For a brief moment, he was afraid, truly afraid that he was going to die and that this man would do it. Raiden had taken down a UMG(Unmanned Metal Gear) not even moments before and this single, cybernetic man would do what it couldn't in less than half the time it took him to defeat it.
"Lucky devil," Sam's face slid into a mocking grin as he tilted his head toward the convoys racing along the path and the heavy beat of a helicopter filled the air. Grabbing onto the retrieving hook, he left Raiden hanging onto the train, systems failing as the last thing that filled his vision was that smirking ass disappearing with the helicopter in a flash of red flares.
For a moment, in Raiden's eyes, that man with the red blade seemed like the warriors of old. Ever ready to bathe in the blood of his enemy and drink in the ecstasy of battle. For the barest second, Raiden was lost in the dangerous beauty of it and it slipped away as if it had never existed at all.
The first time they fought, Raiden lost his arm and his right eye. He had rushed into battle, into the man's blade and lightning-fast reflexes that far surpassed his own.
I'll...kill him…
"…Sam…" Blood thick in his throat and copper heavy on his tongue, he couldn't recall if he really spoke that word, THAT man's name.
Raiden's vision disappeared in the eclipsing light of the sun. His mind clear in his intent to kill that man with the smirking expression and the dark, mocking eyes burned into his thoughts even as he slipped into painless darkness.