Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, the twists on canon, future au-s, plot are all completely mine.
BEFORE U GET READING - this is YaoiLuver4Eva. yeah, the name has been changed to vinegarette-kiss- so don't be all like wtfomghutfisthat? :) it's ok. i don't bite. (unless i'm mad)
Author(ess)'s Note:
This is a dark!AU - set in CANON future. This follows canon up to the part where yamato&co. go to confront Marda B and the Li vs. Wen, Cain vs. Gray, Terry vs. Enjyu, Yamato vs. marda B matches happen. The matches do happen, but the outcomes are different- which obviously, leads to totally different future. This is kinda mainly adventure, so romance is pretty low-key, the main canon-fanon stuff is still there. The EnjyuXLienaXWen love triangle, CaratXBull, Joshua+Cain(dodgy friendship dynamic), but probably not the way you remember them from the series.
notes for this chapter: the way this chapter's written is really different from the way the rest of the story will be. the rest of the chaps will be easier to read and more like - not so..all over the place.
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Almost Red
[Enjyu-Centric][Adventure][Dark!CanonAU]
Marda B won the final fight, four years later – he succeeds in the destruction of the last temple of the B-damage, the last symbol of hope for the resistance against his new world. What he didn't count on, was the awakening of the flame-haired b-da player of legend, what the resistance didn't count on – was that they got the wrong guy.
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00: Ground Zero
The ground spins beneath his feet, dusty browns melting into patches of green shooting up from the edges of his vision, colours swirling into a strange mish-mash of familiar things he can't quite recognize.
His right foot lurches forward as he takes one unsteady step forward.
Instinctively he rocks back immediately – almost expecting to fall, but he doesn't, or rather his feet know not to fall and by pure force of habit, his body shifts forward, his left foot dragging behind him to meet his right.
Who's there? Blue eyes, freak red eyes – footsteps too quiet to be heard until it's too late. Too late, too late – what now?
What now? What now-
What?- it's his foot. Bleeding, blood trailing from the bottom of left, shattered pieces of shiny blue glass around his heel – he tries to move it, and oh holy f--- that hurts like nothing else and now what is he meant to do?
What is he doing?
What now? Now? Now, now we fight.
Hands wrapped tightly around metal, leather gloves encasing fingers – smooth marble sliding into smoother metal – the perfect fit. Light cast from the single lightbulb above, shadows dancing in devil red eyes.
Now we fight.
Yeah, that sounds right. He's going to fight – fight for what? Fight against what? But the answer sounds good in his head – now we fight , sounds like a line from a movie. What movie?
Night of Living Dead IV – the name jumps into his head, like neon lettering flashing in his face from a city of a thousand lights – a movie about a girl(?) and a boy and a really big b-dam---
Beautiful scarlet red on striking purple – nightshade on a paint colour sample, polished to perfection. B-damon.
White gold, goblin green glinting in the center – so fast, are his hands even on it? It feels like he's flying – no way out, no way out, nowayout, nowayoutnowayoutnowayo-
B-damonster.
He's moving again, foot dragging behind – he doesn't look behind to check, just keeps going forward, one step at a time towards a destination he doesn't know. His left thumb curled around his belt strap, his right grasping against his pants for the familiar touch of Lightning Kahn.
Lightning Kahn?
It's a name, a name – a name for what? His name? No – lightning doesn't seem right, it doesn't roll off his tongue the way he imagines his name would. No – he's got it, Lightning Kahn is something else important to him, something else important like…
B-DA FIRE!
Too fast – no response. This is a battle, this is a massacre – a red-eyed freak robot with hands faster than the eye can see, with a goblin green b-daman that operates in a way that he's never even seen before.
Now he's shielding himself, he can barely keep up his defense, let alone attack. Each time the attacks bounce closer and closer, and as the each one hits the metal of the b-da stage, the impact of metal grinding against marble hurts his eyes and it's all he can do to stay where he is – to keep fighting and then?
Then Lightning Kahn flies out of his hand and it's all over.
It's the b-damon. Lightning Kahn is a b-damon, no, his b-damon. But who is he? Who is he, owner of Lightning Kahn – who is he, and why is here, and what is this desert place with stone rubble and smell of fire?
What does he look like? It hits him just now, that his mind knows a red-eyed freak who can fly but he doesn't even know the colour of his own eyes. He looks down at his hands, they look like hands – five fingers, slightly tanned – rough calluses on the finger tips.
What if I'm the red-eye monster?
Suddenly it seems so much more important to know, to understand – to confirm, to reassure and to know, know that he is not the inhumane robot, that he didn't destroy the owner of Lightning Kahn and take the b-damon as a victory trophy and-
There's glass. Or whatever it is.
It's a soft translucent blue, it's shiny – so maybe. Maybe, because of a 'maybe' he kneels down, his knees buckling under him, his foot screaming out in agony as he picks up the piece of see-through blue.
He squints, picking up it up with the edges of his fingers and holds it above his head and then he sees it. Himself. Blue eyes.
A sigh of relief escapes his mouth before he's realised it. He doesn't know why it's so important that he's not the red-eyed monster, but then he angles the see-through blue a bit higher and then he catches sight of his hair?
Fire engine red-
Eyes opening in a unknown place. Is this hell? It looks like hell- dark and wind howling behind him and voices screaming-
No- wait, not voices. Voice. One voice – he knows that, Yamato? No – softer, not as loud- turning around know and then he sees him.
Small figure, yellow tunic billowing – purple cape streaming out behind him like a pair of damned angel wings and big blue eyes wide open, being blasted out, out of the hell-cavern into the blackness..
Fuck. No, NO, NO – he's running towards him, towards Terry – and he's reaching out his hand and pleasepleaseplease don't be too late – and suddenly the blank spaces are filled with rushing information ( red demon hypnotizing eyes, standing tall, you won't get your enjyu back now, you really gonna waste that b-energy) but it's too late.
Terry falls, falls, falls – and leather gloves picks up the red bandanna left behind on the floor and wraps it around his right hand. This is it, he thinks - for every one, for everyone he's ever screwed over, failed, disappointed - he needs to go, go find Yamato - he's not going to let it end like this and most importantly, it's for himself - for Enjyu.
Now, now- now Enjyu remembers Enjyu.
He is Enjyu and Enjyu is –
Enjyu is fire and burning and destruction, and hurt and acceptance and dismissal and useless and useful. He is tired and scared and worried and he has friends and enemies, and then no friends, then no enemies and sometimes he thinks he has something more than friends, blonde hair with sparkling eyes and secret smiles, and then blonde hair with ice eyes and not-good-enough so there are no words and a kid who showed him the world and showed him there was still good and two brothers who loved each other more than anything loud quiet annoying nice and a boy who could fix the world with metal and a fat judgemental cat who didn't like him and then a great plan to make things right that went wrong-
His knees hurt. Can't get up – can't get up, going to stop here, stop here in ruin wasteland with the bright blue sky and sun so hot it burns and flashing blue in the corner
-hypnotizing red eyes, lies and promises and more lies and more promises only they all get broken in the end and a childish purple eye with a watchful green-eye-who-knows-everything and a hidden cupboard in a dark room with only one lightbulb and the battle against a demon so fast that he didn't even, ever see it coming waking up in strange places with warcries he doesn't recognizes red fabric wrapped around his hand from flying angel boys with blue
Blue.
Enjyu looks up just in time, to see flashing blue body slam him onto the ground, his ankle giving off a sickening crunch that makes his head spin all over. His head hits the ground, and he looks up to see sharp metal glinting in the sun.
And suddenly, the memories become purpose - and all he wants to ask is if everything's alright, if yamato's saved the world, and where the hell is everybody, and where the hell is he, and how did he end up in a desert and why does his head hurt so much and Enjyu wants to say so much, only the words all catch in his throat when the knife blade pressed down against his throat, so everything he means, wants to say only comes out as one word.
"Terry?"
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tbc.....so, R&R - review make me write faster! tho, i actually have pretty much already written the next chapter.