Just abandon me now!
A SF-A2 Miki x Kamui Gakupo Story.
01: A move has been made, your turn?
I own none of the VOCALOID characters they belong to their wonderful developers, and creators.
Notes : This a new story I thought up. (: Inspired mostly by Eureka Seven, I have to say. Anywho, I hope people take a liking to this story! It's going to be Miki's POV and Kamui's POV…on and off. ;D (I have a picture of Miki's gun; I think that's where I got inspiration from too...I'll put reference pictures of the gun on my profile. C: )
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The sound of the rushing bullet spread throughout the air and it hit something…
Someone with a loud groan, a sound of pain.
Miki's eyes glazed over in a lost state of mind as she showed no concernment to the person she just hit.
Two of her fragile hands held the large submachine gun in front of her, as it was pointed towards the ground. It was black with encryptions in red, a glowing red. This gun seemed to be radiated in her energy, a weapon only she could use. That only she could manipulate to her will of course it could be many other things, but this seemed most appropriate if she was under the government's grasp.
The vibrant rose-colored liquid spread under the man's body fluidly as she watched intently. It spilled so easily like it was a vigorous river. She couldn't say anything about what she just did, it was inhuman. She knew that, but she wasn't human so it didn't matter.
A static began in her ear as she raised one hand up to her ear as she pressed a very small button and she let her gun "SF-A2" hang from her shoulder in a relaxed manner. "I eliminated him. Is that all?" Her quiet and untouched voice spoke to the static, knowing that they were going to respond back. "That is all, please return back SF-A2 Miki." The military man's voice spoke back in a mutual tone as she could hear the emotionless taste in his voice too.
"Alright, heading back."
She sort of whispered back as she lifted her hand off of the small earpiece and her hand went back to her "SF-A2". Without out a blink, the grand machinery disappeared out of nowhere. It seemed scientifically impossible, but she was an alien. Anything was possible for this girl.
This poor caged girl.
Her feet started to lift off the ground, and she was suddenly floating. Yes, floating inches above the ground. Looking up towards the star-filled night sky, the sun was reflecting a vast amount of different colors. Gliding towards the sky and clouds, as her arms were at her sides and she felt her long flowing orange-red hair had a pink tint to it. It frolicked around, whipping in the wind as she flew in a calm fashion.
The higher in the sky she got, the more free she felt.
The freest than being stuck as some killing mongrel.
Letting herself slip out of her insolent and simple thoughts, she glanced down at the earth below her. She was so high up, so high up. It was almost a dream, but it truly was a nightmare she was in.
Ever since….that day…she's been this way.
The secret government base wasn't far away, Secret Area 7682 to be precise. It was the place she was stuck in, trapped. She had no other decision; if she escaped they would pursue and punish her. Not that she's tried, but it was just an intuitive feeling that she somehow knew that information. Or just common sense.
She leaned towards the right and then her body turned in a spiral motion. Doing a circular trick in the air as she went back to soaring, her stomach faced towards the ground. It wasn't all that bad living at Secret Area 7682. People actually seemed to acknowledge her in a way, and she was treated different from the rest. Not just because she was the only one that went on super secret rated "X" missions, but because of her foreign alien demeanor…
She was given a high ranking at the government facility; she always forgot which one it was. Ahh, it was Queen. Secret Area 7682 went by ranks in chess, and she was the most powerful at the moment. There isn't a king as of yet. It's supposed to be reserved for a strong male. So, she got stuck with the Queen position.
Her gaze went down towards Secret Area 7682, coming up in the distance. They were other people who had worthy ranks in the Secret Area 7682. Though, they haven't been selected as of yet.
Miki started to descend towards the roof of one of the main buildings, her arms spreading out to keep her balance as the tiptoes of her feet touched the concrete roof. Her eyes closed for a second as the feathery feeling dissipated and she didn't feel weightless anymore. Arms returning to her side as she stood straight and someone came from the roof door.
Looked like a dressed pawn, those were limitless. Already chosen, it was just the higher ranks they weren't decided on yet. "Queen Miki, your presence is requested in the Utopia room." The uniformed dressed man informed her as he stood straight and his arms at his side. She never quite caught on with the formal stance, but she ignored it. With a lazy blink of her eyes, she nodded curtly.
"Alright, I'll be there."
Responding to him as he fleeted off through the door and down the flight of stairs that returned back to the inside of the building. A steady stroll began towards the same exact door as she didn't walk down the stairs. Floating above the ground, as she turned around corners of flights and making it to the fourth floor. There were five floors, the fifth for accommodations, the fourth for business related discussions, informal social gatherings were on the third floor, formal social gathering of government officials and other important people were on the second floor, and the first floor was the security level where people had to pass to come back in.
Though, she didn't go to the first floor. T'was a waste of time for her.
Miki stopped in front of the fourth floor door as she stood on her feet again. Her body always desiring the feeling of being afloat, in the air somehow. Miki's blue gloved hand reached for the doorknob as she twisted it to the side, a voice came to life. "Authorization?" The door seemed to speak as she looked up at the door with a soft sort of expression.
"Queen. SF-A2 Miki."
The door hummed as felt the gears unlocked and it began once again. "Authorization fully acquired. Welcome, Queen." The door spoke last as she pushed it open acknowledging the access. The fourth floor was undeniably empty, they were only a lot of rooms in which people held deep conversations in. The assassin never knew the answer as she walked down a hallway that had doors left and right. Stopping at the Utopia room, she easily opened the room not caring if something was going on.
If she was needed, then they wanted her right?
"SF-A2 Miki, please have a seat."
One of the higher ups than her ordered as he gestured to a seat across the room, and she glanced over at him. It was just him and her, what were they going to talk about? Sitting down in a cushioned plastic chair, her stare went to across the room. The man's short brown ruffled hair and prickly mustache seemed to twiddle as he mustered up his thoughts into words. His stature was a mighty one; she was even supposed to listen to him. Actually, she was supposed to listen to all the military higher-ups.
Miki rested her hands in her lap, as she waited for him to speak.
"Comrades have told me that you are confined to your room most of the time. You barely speak, eat, or rest. WE want you to be in good health, Queen. There's nothing to be scared of, we're not threatening you yet with any punishments whatsoever. I clearly have been searching for someone to take of you, someone poised and diligent. That is why…Miki…"
The man seemed to stumble on his last statement as she fiddled with her fingers in her lap, each finger pushing the other. Her expression remained under total control as he looked away in a glance and then gaze back at her.
His mouth opened again to speak.
"I have selected someone to be your King, someone who can match your power. Who is Kamui Gakupo, please enter."
A new king? The door opened and in walked in a poised male. His long vibrant violet hair was swept up into a ponytail, which stopped at the top of his rear. Pieces of thick hair swayed on both sides of his face, and his chin was a bit sharp but soft. He was quite slim, though he was very tall. Wearing white samurai/Japanese clothing, which made Miki believe he was different. Different than the usual person. A katana was secured on his belt as his blue freezing eyes lingered on her the whole time.
"Your caretaker, Kamui Gakupo…also the new King."
The mysterious man smiled gently at her, and she sat there a bit dumbfounded.
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- End of 01: A move has been made, your turn? -
Ending Notes: Uwwwaaa! I know it's a bit short, but I actually did this in a day. I should have been working on chapter four for Cherry&Blossoms, but…This story just wanted to get me started. :X So, please REVIEW! I would seriously love you. This story may seem much more different and unique, because the 'chess rankings' idea came out of nowhere. :3 I was originally just going to make her be important without the rank. –shrugs- It's what came in my mind, please REVIEW! And thanks for reading, lovelies.
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