Those Bound By Chains Of Guilt
Written By Illuminet
Disclaimer: Be aware that the characters written within this story are the property of the talented and brilliant minded people of Sammy Studios and Arc System Works. They are in no way owned by me.
Note: Unfortunately, stories such as this one that are born from dreams rather than being well thought out usually tend to not last very long. This story will be multi chaptered, but updates will not be made very frequently(hopefully from one to two months at the latest, but I'm not sure...) , so be warned of that. Other than that, hopefully the readers will enjoy this rather quirky idea of mine. Also note that this story is some what of an AU and a lot of characters are OOC. The beginning part of this story explains how Gears came to be in a way that fits how the real story will take place, but it is still very similar to the official Guilty Gear story line, so you can skip a good deal of it if you wish.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate Thought
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[Preface (Be warned that it's long, but you can skip most of it if you want...)]
Gears...
Surely just creations of Man as he tried to play God. As their name implies, they are simply tools to do Man's bidding. Pawns if you will. As fate might have it, Gears are perhaps the closest thing to human Man has ever made. This is most likely do to the fact that Gears are made through conversions of a normal human being into a higher living creature with the a humanoid look, machine like logical brain, reflexes and instincts also apparent in animals, and higher magical properties than a normal human could ever attain.
As always of course, as was stated earlier, this form of Man's creation wasn't without it's flaws. As we all should know, humans are born with their own free will. If a human was to undergo the conversion from human to Gear, they more often than not will lose that free will and can be controlled only by command. This is why those who went under Gear conversion were usually those people who donated their bodies to science upon their deaths. Yes, considered a miracle by man, the ability to resurrect the dead into a Gear and make him or her a loyal servant to whomever had paid for the process and wanted a loyal servant.
This is how Gears began life in the world, as servants and slaves. Bound to their masters because they could do nothing on their own without commands to guide them. The United States were the first to begin what was called the Gear Project, which soon became wide spread to other nations as a way of creating this serving form of beings. A sad fate would soon follow for this biological race, however.
Power. Everyone craves it. The Military of different nations soon founded a different means of purpose that Gears could serve. War. A simple word that means those with the greatest power force their will on the lesser powers. Gears were always naturally stronger than the race that created them, yet they could not take care of themselves or their masters without orders. This is how opportunity struck. Gears...the perfect soldiers. Nations have always wanted to expand their power and territory. So what better way then create a sizable amount of Gears to wage war on other nations? War soon became so commonplace all around the world. One fact held true: Nations that had the most Gears at their disposal ruled other ones. Man would soon be undersided and hard pressed when in the middle of their great many wars, a Gear would soon rise to be the guide to it's own race.
She remained nameless at first. When she regained the ability that was lost on her when she had been human, the ability of self awareness and free will, she became the Gears messiah. Gears called her Justice. A fitting name for the leader who would lead this created race into one that would no longer take orders from humans, but rather, live their own lives free from oppression as they had for so long now.
Justice, at first, wanted to resolve things peacefully between both Human and Gear. Give rights to the Gear so that they could live safely. Man, in his arrogance of having existed through far many more ages in comparison to his own created race, would have none of it. They eagerly and foolishly waged war against the Gears, and so, Justice did the same. The battles were terribly fierce, and Gears were winning, although the battle was a long and grueling one on both sides. Humans still proved more resourceful and soon found a means to counter the Gears awesome fighting prowess.
As odd as it was, the very creator of the first Gears also is noted to have constructed a set of weapons as a means to fend off Gears. Why he did so is unknown, but it gave humans the winning chance which would soon lead them to victory. these weapons were dubbed the Outrage. Soon, the fighting force called the Sacred Order Of Holy Knights, was born. Under the command of brilliant young prodigy Ky Kiske and his mentor Kliff Undersn, humans began to turn the tide against the powerful Gears. The final battle was a mighty duel between Sir Kiske and Justice. Justice was slain in an abandon area called the Stairway To The Heavens. Although at first reborn from humans to Gears without their own free will anymore, with Justice's death, Gears regained the free will they once had as human the world over. Perhaps it had been her parting gift to her race?
Realizing this, Ky Kiske showed a sypathetic side to the Gears and fought hard politically to help Gears gain what social rights they could and get them in a society that mostly rejected them. Although hard pressed, many human reluctantly agreed to allow Gears their own free rights and built a new nation where Gears could live safely with other Gears. The nation was known as Zepp. Because of the hatred Gears received from humans, Zepp is the only safe haven from the outside world, where other nations have their own controlled set of rules which would usually hinder a Gear's full rights otherwise. Except for all this, it would seem that both Man and Gear were finally beginning to walk the road of peace. And so begins a story of a Gear and his daughter...
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[The Main Story (About time, huh?)]
Zeppian Airport
Nervousness was all he could feel.
'And why the fuck not? You'll be meeting your own god damn daughter for the first time...the two of us have only conversed over letters sent back and forth...shit, I don't even know what the fuck she looks like...'
His name was Sol Badguy. A Gear. His reason for visiting the only place where Gears made the majority while Humans made the minority...to meet a daughter he had sworn to his wife he would look after upon her death in the Crusades. What did he get instead? A long prison time considering he was also one of the main figure heads in the war. Humans had to blame some Gear, and if it couldn't be Justice because she was dead, they decided to turn to the next best thing: her husband, although he wasn't considered that to her at the time. He spent the last thirty or so years in a high security prison on Japan after the war. That was hardly anything to him but an annoying pain in the ass, since Gears could out live a Human by as much as two hundred fifty years and he was proof of that. That's what being the Proto-type Gear is all about: he is the first and therefore the oldest Gear in existence.
"So this is Zepp...looks like a fucking garbage dump...heh, my kind of place."
Sol muttered lowly. He was an exceptionally tall and heavily muscle bound man. His hair was jet black in color and spiked out every which way. The long tail of hair was securely held at the back of his head by a ring than connected to thick leather straps which held a large crimson colored piece of metal to his fore head where the words -ROCK YOU- were carved into. He wore a thick a-shirt of an almost same crimson color as his head piece, which was tucked into black form fitting jeans. Sol also had two leather straps on his upper left arm, two leather straps on his left leg, and a leather choker strap adorning his neck. His appearance screamed that he was a fan of heavy metal rock music.
'Fuck...the least she could have done was send me a picture in that last letter...fuck again, maybe I should have put a picture in one of my letters so she would know what I look like...'
Sol thought as he set his bi-colored eyes in motion across the many people milling about the Airport. One of the most interesting things out of any of his physical features was his eyes: the left was a golden ember color while the right was a dark crimson color.
'Okay so she said she had blue hair...what a pain in the ass, almost half this crowd has blue hair...'
Sol thought in annoyance. He adjusted the only two things in his possession: a large black guitar case that held a custom guitar that he made was held across his right shoulder and a small black duffel bag that carried what few possessions he did own, which was mostly a large amount of world dollars, in his left hand. Sol liked to keep his money where he could see it.
'Well, waiting here like a stupid idiot ain't getting me no where so I guess I'm asking then...'
Sol began walking towards the closest blue haired female he could see, his red shoes barely making a sound on the tiled ground. She was talking with some other woman, Sol could tell she was a Gear because he could sense it, now he just had to hope she was the right one. He tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention.
"You wouldn't happen to be Dizzy Badguy, would you?"
Sol said simply. The girl didn't respond immediately as she gave him a look over. Judging by the hungry look in her golden eyes, she wanted him sexually, and that was his first indication she wasn't his daughter.
"I am now."
She said, going into a softer, more sultry sounding voice. Sol smirked.
"Then that'd make you my daughter, huh?"
Sol said, his smirk widening at the girl's shocked reaction.
"Whoa...you must be Sol Badguy...if your looking for Dizzy, she should be outside in the parking lot waiting for you. If your ever lonely, why not give me a call?"
The girl informed him. She wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to him. Sol already knew without looking at it that it was probably the girl's number. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way which most females, whether Human or Gear, would usually find attractive, hence he tended to get a lot of attention from them. He stuffed the paper in his back pocket.
"Don't expect me too, lady. You never know, thought..."
Sol said while walking away.
"Wow. I didn't know Dizzy's old man was that hot. I might just have to rape him."
Sol heard the girl say with his incredible sense of hearing. He scowled.
'Better watch out for that bitch.'
Sol thought as he walked out of the airport and into the parking lot.
'Okay...looking for blue hair...blue hair...'
Sol thought to himself as he scanned the old cars. He felt someone tap his shoulder and turned to see who it was. The girl he saw was rather short and wore a simple long black dress around her figure. Her long blue hair was tied into pigtails by yellow ribbons. She stared up at him intently with crimson eyes.
"Um...excuse me but...you wouldn't happen to be Sol Badguy, would you?"
The girl spoke in a soft timid voice. She sounded very vulnerable. Sol wasn't fooled. She was in very good physical health from what he could see of her body through her dress. Plus her Gear powers were very high, from what Sol could sense out.
"Dizzy...?"
He began. The girl's timid expression turned into one gigantic smile as she jumped up and hugged him.
"I'm so glad I get to meet you for the first time physically, dad."
She said happily,although it sounded a bit forced.Deciding not to dwindle on the feeling, Sol simply patted her back.
"Yeah...I am too, I guess..."
Sol said lowly. This was something he'd have to get used to. Luckily he was accepted by his own child with a hug rather than a punch to the face for being gone for so long, even if not by his own circumstances.
"Man, you see your daughter for the first time and you simply guess your glad to see her?"
A new voice said from behind them. Sol looked to the source of the new voice to find a young girl dressed an orange leather trench coat and pants. She also had a large hat with a ridiculously long visor all around and some orange sun glasses over her eyes. Save for an orange bikini top, she was otherwise topless. Sol's eyes just hurt watching her. He could tell she was a loud, eccentric person, and Sol didn't like those kind of people very much.
"Now, now May. Father and daughter reunions are not always so dramatic and heart felt like in all those romance novels you read."
Said a tall man dressed exactly like May was except in all black. His topless chest was well muscled and Sol had a feeling he was a pretty good fighter.
"Oh. Mr. Johnny and May. I'd forgotten you were there for a moment. Dad, these were my guardians while you were away."
Dizzy said as she introduced them. Johnny held out a hand. Sol took it.
"Names Johnny. If I may say, your hands are quite callous."
Johnny told his as they shook hands. Sol smirked.
"Hey I'm just a guitar player, a guitar maker, and a guitar fixer. Nothing special."
Sol informed him. Johnny shook his head.
"I don't know...these calluses feel like swords play if you want my opinion."
Johnny said. Sol smirked at this.
"Kind of like your calluses then?"
Sol interjected. Johnny nodded his head.
"Yep. Your much sharper then you look."
That remark made Sol's eye twitch.
"And what the fuck is that suppose to mean, punk?"
Sol said lowly. May came closer.
"Easy big guy, he lets stupid things slip from his mouth from time to time."
May stated, hoping Sol wouldn't hurt Johnny because he looked more that capable to. Johnny apologized for his earlier remark.
"Sorry, I guess I was out of line. You didn't seem like the responsible or serious type but I guess I was wrong. Hey Dizzy, should we get going?"
Johnny then turned to Dizzy. The young woman nodded simply, and Sol followed the three to a rather large jeep with an even larger man.
"Hey, Potemkin, we got her father with us. Let's head on back to my place."
Johnny said. The hulking giant Potemkin nodded and got into the driver's side, which was of course custom made so Potemkin could drive the jeep safely. Once they were out on the street Dizzy decided to strike up a conversation with Sol, seeing as they had a lot of catching up to do.
"So dad, what was mom like?"
She began. Sol turned to her.
"Let me rest a bit. Its a good fourteen hour flight from Japan to Zepp and I couldn't sleep through any of the flight. I curse my sensitive hearing."
Sol told her as he yawned loudly. He tried not to swear so much because he could tell it would make Dizzy cringe. The way he wrote letters back to her had probably led her to believe Sol was a very well educated Gear, which he was, but probably not with the heavy metal rock nature. He had a feeling that she had built up an image of him in her mind over the thirty years he'd been in prison and his physical appearance now was probably a far cry from the one she had wanted to meet. Yet she still greeted him with kindness, as hard as it probably had been. Now that he thought more on it, Sol could tell that deep down she was disappointed in his appearance and the way he acted. He could feel that disappointment more clearly from her now than back at the Airport.
'If the bitch can't even accept her own father then what's the reason for leaving that prison in the first place?'
This was the side of the Gear who wanted acceptance right here and now.
'She simply needs to get to know me better before she can truly see what kind of person I am.'
His more human side rationed. He put a hand on her shoulder.
"Your disappointed in me."
Sol stated simply. Dizzy's eyes widened in surprise as she turned to look at him.
"It's not that..."
Dizzy was cut off by Sol however.
"Lying ain't getting you nowhere. Look, telling you about your mother is a personal thing, okay? Don't you want to know about her in private, without others disrupting the conversation, like certain people to my right?"
Sol said while looking pointedly at May and Johnny who were leaning closer to hear what he was saying. A little embarrassed at getting caught eavesdropping, the two went to sitting back normally.
"Your right...I'm sorry if I'm being bitchy about it but as you know, I've never met her and I'll never get the chance to. I should have seen things from your side. It is a personal matter that should be discussed in private without certain people to your right disrupting it."
Now it was Dizzy's turn to give that same stare that Sol gave to May and Johnny, who had once again leaned closer to listen in on her. Caught a second time, they decided it was best to leave father and daughter alone. Sol smirked. She was his child after all and he saw her in a whole new light just then.
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Johnny's
"You turned a fucking airship into a night club?"
Sol said in disbelief. The airship model was one that Humans used to battle Gears as far as Sol could tell. It was clearly unusable, as the engine had been removed, as well as the thrusters.
"Hey, it belonged to my dad in the war. It was going to be taken away from me if I didn't do something with it."
Johnny interjected. Sol turned to Dizzy.
"You work here then?"
He asked her. Dizzy simply nodded.
"I'll show you to your room, dad."
She told him.
"You all live here, too?"
Sol got the confirmation from all of them.
'Shit...I knew I should have asked what she did for a living. Oh well...'
He was actually kind of relieved that Dizzy was not so innocent appearing as she first seemed.The inside of the airship wasn't to bad for Sol, but...
"I take it you have a female manager?"
Sol said as he looked at the place. It just seemed to eke out a feminine touch to it. Johnny, however shook his head.
"Actually I'm the manager. Considering me and the bouncer, Potemkin here are the only males, while there's about thirty women living in this place...well you get the picture."
Johnny said.
"Shit...that's a lot of femininity. Let me guess...the masculine mostly come at night, huh?"
Sol asked. Johnny nodded.
"Bingo."
He stated. Sol sighed.
'Damn...well I guess it will be a nice change from the all male prison but still...I just know I'm going to fucking regret this in some form or another...'
As his thoughts ended he soon found himself face to face with the rest of the female crew. The sleepy looking eyes and the slightly messed up hair indicated to Sol that they had just gotten up. The sleepy gaze left as they began to stare intently at him.
'Fuck...I hate being the center of attention...yet I always tend to find myself as that center.'
He thought.
"Hey Johnny, who is this guy? A present for us?"
The girls asked. Johnny shook his head.
"Sorry ladies, can't have him for that. Meet Dizzy's father, Sol Badguy."
A lot of ohs and ahs were heard for that. Sol could tell they were undressing him with their eyes.
'And they say men are the more perverted then women...whoever said that fucking bullshit needs to get his or her ass roasted...I'd say the perversion's equal right now.'
Sol thought.
"Damn, Dizzy's dad..."
"Look at those muscles..."
"Wonder if he's seeing someone..."
The girls began to converse amongst themselves. Sol looked towards Dizzy.
"Hey, show me to my room already."
Sol decided it was time to leave this room before things started getting physical.
"Alright, dad. Follow me."
Sol did as he was told. He could still feel the eyes boring into his back. His hearing could pick up some of what they were saying even though he couldn't see them.
"Why does Dizzy get the best looking men..."
"Idiot, that's her dad, their not like that..."
"Come on, you never heard of incest..."
"Well, now that you put it that way..."
Were amongst some of the things Sol heard. He had to admit a lot of the comments they said were pretty disgusting to say the least. He let out a sigh of relief when he got into his room, but his relief was not to last.
"Holy shit this room is fucking pink!"
Sol said as he stared wide eyed. The color made his eyes hurt.
"Sorry dad...can I ask you about mom now?"
Dizzy asked after apologizing. Sol shrugged.
"Yeah I'll tell you about her but first, you and me are going to go shopping for the appropriate room supplies. I ain't setting foot into this room a second time until it gets a male's touch, and that's final."
Sol spoke in a serious voice. He looked about before grabbing the entire pink bed, frame, mattresses and all, and carried it out overhead.
"Dizzy, carry that dresser."
He ordered her. Dizzy complied. When they got into the main room of the airship, Johnny and the others looked at the two from their breakfasts.
"Uh, Sol, what are you doing?"
Johnny inquired. Sol looked at him as if he was stupid.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing? I'm just removing this big ass pink bed from my room because I don't want it there."
Sol told him easily. With his immense strength as a Gear the process was made very easy, but Johnny seemed to forget that. He then turned to Dizzy.
"You too?"
He asked her. Dizzy nodded.
"Father's orders."
She said. Sol nudged the door open with the bed before he came outside. He then swiftly threw the bed roughly on the ground, breaking most of the frame in the process.
"Give me the dresser."
Sol stated. Dizzy complied again and gave it to him. He threw the giant piece of furniture over his head, letting it crush the bed. Sol then grabbed a packet of matches from his back pocket. He lit one effortlessly and tossed it behind him, letting the bed and dresser catch on fire.
"Hey Johnny..."
Sol began as he took out a pack of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth. He lit another match and brought it to the tip of the cigarette. After exhaling some smoke from his mouth and nostrils he looked up to Johnny.
"...where's the closest furniture store?"
...To Be Continued...
Note 2: Has anyone ever seen that movie called Wasabi? It's the main reason I dreamt and came up with this idea. It's a good movie to watch if your in it for the laughs, although if you don't like english dubbed films, then I recommend you don't watch it. Anyway, review if you want to.
Written By Illuminet
Disclaimer: Be aware that the characters written within this story are the property of the talented and brilliant minded people of Sammy Studios and Arc System Works. They are in no way owned by me.
Note: Unfortunately, stories such as this one that are born from dreams rather than being well thought out usually tend to not last very long. This story will be multi chaptered, but updates will not be made very frequently(hopefully from one to two months at the latest, but I'm not sure...) , so be warned of that. Other than that, hopefully the readers will enjoy this rather quirky idea of mine. Also note that this story is some what of an AU and a lot of characters are OOC. The beginning part of this story explains how Gears came to be in a way that fits how the real story will take place, but it is still very similar to the official Guilty Gear story line, so you can skip a good deal of it if you wish.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate Thought
------
[Preface (Be warned that it's long, but you can skip most of it if you want...)]
Gears...
Surely just creations of Man as he tried to play God. As their name implies, they are simply tools to do Man's bidding. Pawns if you will. As fate might have it, Gears are perhaps the closest thing to human Man has ever made. This is most likely do to the fact that Gears are made through conversions of a normal human being into a higher living creature with the a humanoid look, machine like logical brain, reflexes and instincts also apparent in animals, and higher magical properties than a normal human could ever attain.
As always of course, as was stated earlier, this form of Man's creation wasn't without it's flaws. As we all should know, humans are born with their own free will. If a human was to undergo the conversion from human to Gear, they more often than not will lose that free will and can be controlled only by command. This is why those who went under Gear conversion were usually those people who donated their bodies to science upon their deaths. Yes, considered a miracle by man, the ability to resurrect the dead into a Gear and make him or her a loyal servant to whomever had paid for the process and wanted a loyal servant.
This is how Gears began life in the world, as servants and slaves. Bound to their masters because they could do nothing on their own without commands to guide them. The United States were the first to begin what was called the Gear Project, which soon became wide spread to other nations as a way of creating this serving form of beings. A sad fate would soon follow for this biological race, however.
Power. Everyone craves it. The Military of different nations soon founded a different means of purpose that Gears could serve. War. A simple word that means those with the greatest power force their will on the lesser powers. Gears were always naturally stronger than the race that created them, yet they could not take care of themselves or their masters without orders. This is how opportunity struck. Gears...the perfect soldiers. Nations have always wanted to expand their power and territory. So what better way then create a sizable amount of Gears to wage war on other nations? War soon became so commonplace all around the world. One fact held true: Nations that had the most Gears at their disposal ruled other ones. Man would soon be undersided and hard pressed when in the middle of their great many wars, a Gear would soon rise to be the guide to it's own race.
She remained nameless at first. When she regained the ability that was lost on her when she had been human, the ability of self awareness and free will, she became the Gears messiah. Gears called her Justice. A fitting name for the leader who would lead this created race into one that would no longer take orders from humans, but rather, live their own lives free from oppression as they had for so long now.
Justice, at first, wanted to resolve things peacefully between both Human and Gear. Give rights to the Gear so that they could live safely. Man, in his arrogance of having existed through far many more ages in comparison to his own created race, would have none of it. They eagerly and foolishly waged war against the Gears, and so, Justice did the same. The battles were terribly fierce, and Gears were winning, although the battle was a long and grueling one on both sides. Humans still proved more resourceful and soon found a means to counter the Gears awesome fighting prowess.
As odd as it was, the very creator of the first Gears also is noted to have constructed a set of weapons as a means to fend off Gears. Why he did so is unknown, but it gave humans the winning chance which would soon lead them to victory. these weapons were dubbed the Outrage. Soon, the fighting force called the Sacred Order Of Holy Knights, was born. Under the command of brilliant young prodigy Ky Kiske and his mentor Kliff Undersn, humans began to turn the tide against the powerful Gears. The final battle was a mighty duel between Sir Kiske and Justice. Justice was slain in an abandon area called the Stairway To The Heavens. Although at first reborn from humans to Gears without their own free will anymore, with Justice's death, Gears regained the free will they once had as human the world over. Perhaps it had been her parting gift to her race?
Realizing this, Ky Kiske showed a sypathetic side to the Gears and fought hard politically to help Gears gain what social rights they could and get them in a society that mostly rejected them. Although hard pressed, many human reluctantly agreed to allow Gears their own free rights and built a new nation where Gears could live safely with other Gears. The nation was known as Zepp. Because of the hatred Gears received from humans, Zepp is the only safe haven from the outside world, where other nations have their own controlled set of rules which would usually hinder a Gear's full rights otherwise. Except for all this, it would seem that both Man and Gear were finally beginning to walk the road of peace. And so begins a story of a Gear and his daughter...
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[The Main Story (About time, huh?)]
Zeppian Airport
Nervousness was all he could feel.
'And why the fuck not? You'll be meeting your own god damn daughter for the first time...the two of us have only conversed over letters sent back and forth...shit, I don't even know what the fuck she looks like...'
His name was Sol Badguy. A Gear. His reason for visiting the only place where Gears made the majority while Humans made the minority...to meet a daughter he had sworn to his wife he would look after upon her death in the Crusades. What did he get instead? A long prison time considering he was also one of the main figure heads in the war. Humans had to blame some Gear, and if it couldn't be Justice because she was dead, they decided to turn to the next best thing: her husband, although he wasn't considered that to her at the time. He spent the last thirty or so years in a high security prison on Japan after the war. That was hardly anything to him but an annoying pain in the ass, since Gears could out live a Human by as much as two hundred fifty years and he was proof of that. That's what being the Proto-type Gear is all about: he is the first and therefore the oldest Gear in existence.
"So this is Zepp...looks like a fucking garbage dump...heh, my kind of place."
Sol muttered lowly. He was an exceptionally tall and heavily muscle bound man. His hair was jet black in color and spiked out every which way. The long tail of hair was securely held at the back of his head by a ring than connected to thick leather straps which held a large crimson colored piece of metal to his fore head where the words -ROCK YOU- were carved into. He wore a thick a-shirt of an almost same crimson color as his head piece, which was tucked into black form fitting jeans. Sol also had two leather straps on his upper left arm, two leather straps on his left leg, and a leather choker strap adorning his neck. His appearance screamed that he was a fan of heavy metal rock music.
'Fuck...the least she could have done was send me a picture in that last letter...fuck again, maybe I should have put a picture in one of my letters so she would know what I look like...'
Sol thought as he set his bi-colored eyes in motion across the many people milling about the Airport. One of the most interesting things out of any of his physical features was his eyes: the left was a golden ember color while the right was a dark crimson color.
'Okay so she said she had blue hair...what a pain in the ass, almost half this crowd has blue hair...'
Sol thought in annoyance. He adjusted the only two things in his possession: a large black guitar case that held a custom guitar that he made was held across his right shoulder and a small black duffel bag that carried what few possessions he did own, which was mostly a large amount of world dollars, in his left hand. Sol liked to keep his money where he could see it.
'Well, waiting here like a stupid idiot ain't getting me no where so I guess I'm asking then...'
Sol began walking towards the closest blue haired female he could see, his red shoes barely making a sound on the tiled ground. She was talking with some other woman, Sol could tell she was a Gear because he could sense it, now he just had to hope she was the right one. He tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention.
"You wouldn't happen to be Dizzy Badguy, would you?"
Sol said simply. The girl didn't respond immediately as she gave him a look over. Judging by the hungry look in her golden eyes, she wanted him sexually, and that was his first indication she wasn't his daughter.
"I am now."
She said, going into a softer, more sultry sounding voice. Sol smirked.
"Then that'd make you my daughter, huh?"
Sol said, his smirk widening at the girl's shocked reaction.
"Whoa...you must be Sol Badguy...if your looking for Dizzy, she should be outside in the parking lot waiting for you. If your ever lonely, why not give me a call?"
The girl informed him. She wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to him. Sol already knew without looking at it that it was probably the girl's number. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way which most females, whether Human or Gear, would usually find attractive, hence he tended to get a lot of attention from them. He stuffed the paper in his back pocket.
"Don't expect me too, lady. You never know, thought..."
Sol said while walking away.
"Wow. I didn't know Dizzy's old man was that hot. I might just have to rape him."
Sol heard the girl say with his incredible sense of hearing. He scowled.
'Better watch out for that bitch.'
Sol thought as he walked out of the airport and into the parking lot.
'Okay...looking for blue hair...blue hair...'
Sol thought to himself as he scanned the old cars. He felt someone tap his shoulder and turned to see who it was. The girl he saw was rather short and wore a simple long black dress around her figure. Her long blue hair was tied into pigtails by yellow ribbons. She stared up at him intently with crimson eyes.
"Um...excuse me but...you wouldn't happen to be Sol Badguy, would you?"
The girl spoke in a soft timid voice. She sounded very vulnerable. Sol wasn't fooled. She was in very good physical health from what he could see of her body through her dress. Plus her Gear powers were very high, from what Sol could sense out.
"Dizzy...?"
He began. The girl's timid expression turned into one gigantic smile as she jumped up and hugged him.
"I'm so glad I get to meet you for the first time physically, dad."
She said happily,although it sounded a bit forced.Deciding not to dwindle on the feeling, Sol simply patted her back.
"Yeah...I am too, I guess..."
Sol said lowly. This was something he'd have to get used to. Luckily he was accepted by his own child with a hug rather than a punch to the face for being gone for so long, even if not by his own circumstances.
"Man, you see your daughter for the first time and you simply guess your glad to see her?"
A new voice said from behind them. Sol looked to the source of the new voice to find a young girl dressed an orange leather trench coat and pants. She also had a large hat with a ridiculously long visor all around and some orange sun glasses over her eyes. Save for an orange bikini top, she was otherwise topless. Sol's eyes just hurt watching her. He could tell she was a loud, eccentric person, and Sol didn't like those kind of people very much.
"Now, now May. Father and daughter reunions are not always so dramatic and heart felt like in all those romance novels you read."
Said a tall man dressed exactly like May was except in all black. His topless chest was well muscled and Sol had a feeling he was a pretty good fighter.
"Oh. Mr. Johnny and May. I'd forgotten you were there for a moment. Dad, these were my guardians while you were away."
Dizzy said as she introduced them. Johnny held out a hand. Sol took it.
"Names Johnny. If I may say, your hands are quite callous."
Johnny told his as they shook hands. Sol smirked.
"Hey I'm just a guitar player, a guitar maker, and a guitar fixer. Nothing special."
Sol informed him. Johnny shook his head.
"I don't know...these calluses feel like swords play if you want my opinion."
Johnny said. Sol smirked at this.
"Kind of like your calluses then?"
Sol interjected. Johnny nodded his head.
"Yep. Your much sharper then you look."
That remark made Sol's eye twitch.
"And what the fuck is that suppose to mean, punk?"
Sol said lowly. May came closer.
"Easy big guy, he lets stupid things slip from his mouth from time to time."
May stated, hoping Sol wouldn't hurt Johnny because he looked more that capable to. Johnny apologized for his earlier remark.
"Sorry, I guess I was out of line. You didn't seem like the responsible or serious type but I guess I was wrong. Hey Dizzy, should we get going?"
Johnny then turned to Dizzy. The young woman nodded simply, and Sol followed the three to a rather large jeep with an even larger man.
"Hey, Potemkin, we got her father with us. Let's head on back to my place."
Johnny said. The hulking giant Potemkin nodded and got into the driver's side, which was of course custom made so Potemkin could drive the jeep safely. Once they were out on the street Dizzy decided to strike up a conversation with Sol, seeing as they had a lot of catching up to do.
"So dad, what was mom like?"
She began. Sol turned to her.
"Let me rest a bit. Its a good fourteen hour flight from Japan to Zepp and I couldn't sleep through any of the flight. I curse my sensitive hearing."
Sol told her as he yawned loudly. He tried not to swear so much because he could tell it would make Dizzy cringe. The way he wrote letters back to her had probably led her to believe Sol was a very well educated Gear, which he was, but probably not with the heavy metal rock nature. He had a feeling that she had built up an image of him in her mind over the thirty years he'd been in prison and his physical appearance now was probably a far cry from the one she had wanted to meet. Yet she still greeted him with kindness, as hard as it probably had been. Now that he thought more on it, Sol could tell that deep down she was disappointed in his appearance and the way he acted. He could feel that disappointment more clearly from her now than back at the Airport.
'If the bitch can't even accept her own father then what's the reason for leaving that prison in the first place?'
This was the side of the Gear who wanted acceptance right here and now.
'She simply needs to get to know me better before she can truly see what kind of person I am.'
His more human side rationed. He put a hand on her shoulder.
"Your disappointed in me."
Sol stated simply. Dizzy's eyes widened in surprise as she turned to look at him.
"It's not that..."
Dizzy was cut off by Sol however.
"Lying ain't getting you nowhere. Look, telling you about your mother is a personal thing, okay? Don't you want to know about her in private, without others disrupting the conversation, like certain people to my right?"
Sol said while looking pointedly at May and Johnny who were leaning closer to hear what he was saying. A little embarrassed at getting caught eavesdropping, the two went to sitting back normally.
"Your right...I'm sorry if I'm being bitchy about it but as you know, I've never met her and I'll never get the chance to. I should have seen things from your side. It is a personal matter that should be discussed in private without certain people to your right disrupting it."
Now it was Dizzy's turn to give that same stare that Sol gave to May and Johnny, who had once again leaned closer to listen in on her. Caught a second time, they decided it was best to leave father and daughter alone. Sol smirked. She was his child after all and he saw her in a whole new light just then.
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Johnny's
"You turned a fucking airship into a night club?"
Sol said in disbelief. The airship model was one that Humans used to battle Gears as far as Sol could tell. It was clearly unusable, as the engine had been removed, as well as the thrusters.
"Hey, it belonged to my dad in the war. It was going to be taken away from me if I didn't do something with it."
Johnny interjected. Sol turned to Dizzy.
"You work here then?"
He asked her. Dizzy simply nodded.
"I'll show you to your room, dad."
She told him.
"You all live here, too?"
Sol got the confirmation from all of them.
'Shit...I knew I should have asked what she did for a living. Oh well...'
He was actually kind of relieved that Dizzy was not so innocent appearing as she first seemed.The inside of the airship wasn't to bad for Sol, but...
"I take it you have a female manager?"
Sol said as he looked at the place. It just seemed to eke out a feminine touch to it. Johnny, however shook his head.
"Actually I'm the manager. Considering me and the bouncer, Potemkin here are the only males, while there's about thirty women living in this place...well you get the picture."
Johnny said.
"Shit...that's a lot of femininity. Let me guess...the masculine mostly come at night, huh?"
Sol asked. Johnny nodded.
"Bingo."
He stated. Sol sighed.
'Damn...well I guess it will be a nice change from the all male prison but still...I just know I'm going to fucking regret this in some form or another...'
As his thoughts ended he soon found himself face to face with the rest of the female crew. The sleepy looking eyes and the slightly messed up hair indicated to Sol that they had just gotten up. The sleepy gaze left as they began to stare intently at him.
'Fuck...I hate being the center of attention...yet I always tend to find myself as that center.'
He thought.
"Hey Johnny, who is this guy? A present for us?"
The girls asked. Johnny shook his head.
"Sorry ladies, can't have him for that. Meet Dizzy's father, Sol Badguy."
A lot of ohs and ahs were heard for that. Sol could tell they were undressing him with their eyes.
'And they say men are the more perverted then women...whoever said that fucking bullshit needs to get his or her ass roasted...I'd say the perversion's equal right now.'
Sol thought.
"Damn, Dizzy's dad..."
"Look at those muscles..."
"Wonder if he's seeing someone..."
The girls began to converse amongst themselves. Sol looked towards Dizzy.
"Hey, show me to my room already."
Sol decided it was time to leave this room before things started getting physical.
"Alright, dad. Follow me."
Sol did as he was told. He could still feel the eyes boring into his back. His hearing could pick up some of what they were saying even though he couldn't see them.
"Why does Dizzy get the best looking men..."
"Idiot, that's her dad, their not like that..."
"Come on, you never heard of incest..."
"Well, now that you put it that way..."
Were amongst some of the things Sol heard. He had to admit a lot of the comments they said were pretty disgusting to say the least. He let out a sigh of relief when he got into his room, but his relief was not to last.
"Holy shit this room is fucking pink!"
Sol said as he stared wide eyed. The color made his eyes hurt.
"Sorry dad...can I ask you about mom now?"
Dizzy asked after apologizing. Sol shrugged.
"Yeah I'll tell you about her but first, you and me are going to go shopping for the appropriate room supplies. I ain't setting foot into this room a second time until it gets a male's touch, and that's final."
Sol spoke in a serious voice. He looked about before grabbing the entire pink bed, frame, mattresses and all, and carried it out overhead.
"Dizzy, carry that dresser."
He ordered her. Dizzy complied. When they got into the main room of the airship, Johnny and the others looked at the two from their breakfasts.
"Uh, Sol, what are you doing?"
Johnny inquired. Sol looked at him as if he was stupid.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing? I'm just removing this big ass pink bed from my room because I don't want it there."
Sol told him easily. With his immense strength as a Gear the process was made very easy, but Johnny seemed to forget that. He then turned to Dizzy.
"You too?"
He asked her. Dizzy nodded.
"Father's orders."
She said. Sol nudged the door open with the bed before he came outside. He then swiftly threw the bed roughly on the ground, breaking most of the frame in the process.
"Give me the dresser."
Sol stated. Dizzy complied again and gave it to him. He threw the giant piece of furniture over his head, letting it crush the bed. Sol then grabbed a packet of matches from his back pocket. He lit one effortlessly and tossed it behind him, letting the bed and dresser catch on fire.
"Hey Johnny..."
Sol began as he took out a pack of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth. He lit another match and brought it to the tip of the cigarette. After exhaling some smoke from his mouth and nostrils he looked up to Johnny.
"...where's the closest furniture store?"
...To Be Continued...
Note 2: Has anyone ever seen that movie called Wasabi? It's the main reason I dreamt and came up with this idea. It's a good movie to watch if your in it for the laughs, although if you don't like english dubbed films, then I recommend you don't watch it. Anyway, review if you want to.