Tloj: I watched the parody of Aoi Sekai no Chūshin de on the Sonic Stadium, and was like wtf Japan? But then I watched the original (With English subtitles) and found I kind of liked the story. So, here's a little oneshot.

Disclaimer! Aoi Sekai no Chūshin de or World War Blue is owned by Anastasia Shestakova, I think, but the characters themselves are owned by their respective companies. Anything else is owned by whoever owns them, including the story which is mine. R&R, people!

You know my name.

How could you not? I have so many, you know. Blur. Blue Sonic. But enough about formalities, you may call me what you believe me to be.

I am Gear.

Surprised? Is it my hair? My green hair that, as you know, used to be blue? Or is it my clothes? My green and black top, stained with blood and a little singed from battle that used to be blue and white; my green shorts that used to be blue? My two diagonal scars on my chest? I received them with from battle with Killer Marcus of the now smoldering remains of the Ninteldo Empire.

Ah, he was a tough one. I digress, I miss the way we toyed with each other, despite how enraged I was, our long games of cat and mouse. I was so young… naive… Until I absorbed him.

Don't be so surprised. You knew I would. It was the logical choice. Without him, the Ninteldo Empire would descend into darkness. And descend it did. I am king now. I am the ruler of the Segua Empire.

I am King Gear.

And here's a little secret: Tejirof was wrong. Yes, I had two markings on my forehead. Yes, the two I absorbed were my own father and Marcus. So how did I absorb more?

I am unique. I can absorb seven.

I am what the world calls… Savior Gear.

How did I know? I absorbed Zelig after Marcus's defeat. And after that, Foster. Masa was a tough one, I give him that. But he knew his days were numbered. Finally, I absorbed Pirika. Of course, the last person I absorbed was Tejirof himself.

Oh, he wasn't willing. At first. He thought I was becoming a monster, and had to be stopped. Of course, we knew who was stronger. Who was faster. Who could hold out longer. He was clever though. He almost won, had I not weakened his resolve, his spirit. He lives on through me, as my conscience. Maybe that's why my heart aches to this day. Too bad I stopped listening to my heart the day I succeeded over Marcus.

Now, you may think me as insane, or crazy. I am not; I know exactly what I have to do. The peace I have given will not last forever; soon I will reach the peak of my rule, and the riots will break out. I will not be able to stop them all; soon they will rise from the ashes, a new kingdom of Ninteldo.

I am not blind or disillusioned; I knew Marcus had a son, of which his brother Guliji had secreted away and raised all of these years. He is the drive behind the new kingdom. I am not blind, or disillusioned; I know I will fall to his hands as his father fell to me. And he will absorb me just as I absorbed his father, and Ninteldo will once again rule this world. But it will not be peaceful. Unlike the others that have been absorbed, I will teach the boy my reasoning, and he will listen. He will continue my rule, despite the different label.

But until that day I will do everything in my power to ensure Segua rules this world, with me as the ruler. No one will usurp me. Not with all the power I possess. No, it will be held firmly in my grip until I falter, and when I falter I will know that the legendary boy will rise and strike out against me.

And then my reign will resume.

I will be the legend Gear Marcus.

You and I are the same, yet very different, Gear. You follow your heart and justice, and trust in your friends. I have lost my heart, and my friends, a long time ago. Only Opal has stayed with me all these years, but I know this will not last. I am no longer like you, no matter how much she tries to cling to a hope, a small shred of hope, that I will return to my happy self and everything will be alright. But she will eventually realize I am no longer the man she fell for, and she will no longer be by my side. Maybe this is why you call me insane.

This path I am living… It is shared with the world I give to. But I am the only one walking this path, for they do not see this path like I do… Like we did… No, we have long separated. If you saw yourself inside of me, but denied to admit it, would you call me weak? A scared boy? An outlaw? A… scourge?

As much as I hate to admit it, you are right after all. I am… crazy. I am… insane. I am… evil.

I am Mad Gear.