The Blue Haired Angel and Incinerate Boy
By: Atomic Kokoro
Storyline
Note: Takes Place Before "Blue Dragon: Tenkai No Shichi Ryuu", or Second Season, but After First Season.
Andropov and Jiro board a plane to Britan to meet Shu, Bouquet, Kluke, and Marumaro for a reunion for the first time in two years. But, as they notice the peek of a tower arising from the water, the plane crashes into the ocean. The duo find their way to the tower peek... then find themselves dragged into another adventure in the depths of the ocean, trapped in a twisted world under the sea: Rapture.
Before You Read
Hey, this is Atomic Kokoro talking to you! Before you read, I wanna clear some things up. One is the whole plane ordeal. Yes, I know Blue Dragon takes place in a Medieval Age sort of timeline, but they had flying fortruces (pardon my spelling) and guns and such, so I'd figure they would have plane-like transportation.
Second are the characters I chose for the story. Why Jiro and Andropov? Why not Shu or Marumaro, or even Kluke? Well, Jiro and Andropov remind me of Trunks and Goten. But that's not the only reason. The way they... let's say, "connected" in Blue Dragon Season One (they never spoke in Season Two) was limited and rare, and, when they did speak, they would be arguing and yelling and fighting. I was just thinking about how those two need to have an adventure together because they're just too darn funny to not have an adventure together.
And, a little history on the plot of this story. It orginally started off as Jiro, Reno (2003 Astro Boy), and Gohan (Passed Cell Games, Dragonball Z) somehow ending up on the same plane, then finding their way to Rapture and having the whole adventure thing. Then I added Kluke and Andropov, then I took out Kluke and had the boys have this big adventure through video game land (going into Bioshock, Parasite Eve 2, F.E.A.R, and a whole bunch of other horror roleplaying/first person shooters video games) then I took out Reno and Gohan and ended up with Jiro and Andropov. I also wanted to see Jiro and Andropov use PLASMIDS instead of SHADOWS just to challange them and my imagination.
Please to expect the Video Game Land one. That actually isn't a bad idea.
Anyways. Enough blabber. On with the story!
Chapter 1
Plane Crash
"Are you a hundred percent sure?" Jiro asked. Andropov rolled his eyes.
"How many times have you asked me that?" He muttered before raising his voice for Jiro to hear it. "Yes, I'm sure."
Jiro loaded his bag onto the conveyer belt and watched it disappear into the cube tunnel. "It doesn't hurt to double check."
Andropov growled. "It will next time you ask me that again!"
Jiro put his hands up in defense and continued putting bags on the conveyer belt. "Britian. Seems a little far for a Reunion." Andropov placed his bag on the belt as well.
"Well, you know how Kluke and Bouquet are about faraway places and making things perfect and elegant and fancy and all."
Jiro leaned back and smiled at his buddy. "You sound like your complaining." He chuckled. Andropov glanced at Jiro sharply, his blue eyes adding an icey effect, but the effect was peneltied by a smirk spread on his lips.
"I? Complaining? About girls?" He gasped. "You must be sadly mistaken. I don't complain about girls, let alone even speak about them."
Jiro snapped his fingers and placed the hand on his hip. "Then you might wanna learn how to lie."
"I would lie? Never." Andropov combed his fingers through his blue hair and tugged harshly on the end of his bangs to make them flip up, only for the baby blue strands to rest back in place again. "Only twist my sentances to make the truth sound different."
Jiro pat Andropov on the shoulder and turned his head sharply to force the brown-grey hair from his teal eyes. "And that, my friend, is a lie." Andropov watched Jiro slip past the security guards, blinking in confusion.
...
"All aboard the Britian Flight 152." A woman called over the P.A system. "The Britain Flight 152 will be leaving in approxametly five minutes."
Andropov stared at the window. Beside him was Jiro, no doubtly. It was still light out, so Andropov had no understanding for how Jiro could sleep.
Andropov looked over Jiro's chest to see a small girl kicking her feet against the back of an empty seat. Sitting beside her was an older woman, obviously her mom he could tell by resemblance. The little girl caught Andropov staring at her... and she smiled and pointed at him.
"Look, mommy!" The little girl beamed. "It's a blue haired Angel!"
Andropov grasped the end of some hair that stood up on end like it was made of electricity and pulled it down so he could see it color. Surely enough, it was a light blue that matched his icey blue eyes.
He turned back to see the mother leaning into her daughter. "Don't make fun of people because of their hair, sweetie. That isn't nice."
Andropov felt a small smile spread on his lips when the girl's eyes relayed on him. The smile was a calm one, a gental symbol of greetings. The little girl returned the gesture and continued to kick the back of the airplane seat.
Andropov tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Now he could see why Jiro was asleep in daylight...
...
"Seven more hours until Britian is reached." The woman on the P.A announced. Andropov stirred awake. He blinked and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Jiro was still fast asleep beside him.
He glanced out the window where it was dark and impossible to see. Was it night already? How long had he been sleeping for? His eyes traced over to the girl in the seat of the other side of the plane. She was sitting, kicking the back of the empty seat in front of her.
She turned to him and smiled sweetly before returning to her "kick-the-empty-seat-till-someone-tells-me-to-stop" game. He leaned against the seat again. "Heh." He smirked, liking the sound of their earlier speaking. "Blue haired Angel."
He looked out the window and tilted his head in a proud way. "Blue haired Angel." He repeated, then shrugged and proud-frowned for a moment before returning to a satisifide smirk. "I like that."
He stared out the window, thinking of Kluke's reaction. He daydreamed for a moment, casting his eyes around the plane, then back out the window. There was bright orange lights flickering. The remains of a sunset?
He pressed his nose against the glass to find the origin of the lights. The sunset probably looked so pretty!
Andropov was snapped back into reality when a deafening popping noise was generated from somewhere. Somewhere outside...
BOOM!
He looked out the window again. The lights had grown stronger. Reds lights flashed and alarms flared. Andropovquickly grabbed Jiro's arm and shook him awake. "Jiro! Jiro!" He cried. "Wake up! Something bad is happening!"
Jiro shot up and glanced around. "What!"
Andropov squinted out the glass and clenched his teeth in fear as he realized the orange lights were not from a sunset. The plane was on fire!
Jiro jumped from his seat and grabbed his sword from the luggage carrier above their heads, which caused much trouble as luggage and suitcases fell out of their spots.
The plane jerked back, causing Jiro and Andropov out of their seats and onto the floor. Andropov heard the cry of a little girl and he looked to his right to see the little girl had been forced to the ground as well.
"Mina!" The mother cried out as she was tossed away from her daughter. The girl covered her ears and screamed in horror. The little girl... she was so afraid. Andropov crawled over to the girl and wrapped her in his arms.
"Angel! Angel!" She cried, weeping into his shirt. "Angels are dancing! Angels are dancing! In the skies! Angels are dancing in the skies!"
Andropov held onto the girl, questions spinning in his head. Worry. Confusion. Would they die? Would they live? Where were they?
He was so occupied with the questions in his mind, he failed to notice the suitcase falling off the luggage carrier. The suitcase was a heavy Maple Grove case packed with clothes until no more would fit. The luggage carrier also disconnected from the wall and fell onto the unsuspecting boy beneigth it. The Blue-Haired Angel collapsed foreward, unconscious from the blow to the back of the head from the suitcase and luggage carrier combined.
The girl shook the boy franticly. "Angel, Angel, awake! Awake! Angels are dancing! Angels are dancing!" She cried. "Blue haired Angel! Awake! Awake!"
Jiro grabbed the edge of a chair and stood balancing himself. He walked to Andropov, but failed to contain his balance and fell to his knees when the plane jerked this way and that. "Andropov!" He gasped, grabbing the luggage carrier that held Andropov to the ground and attempting to lift it off the boy. "C'mon, Andro! C'mon, buddy. Wake up! This isn't the time to be sleeping!"
He managed to successfully lift the luggage carrier off Andropov's back and get to his friend. He picked Andropov off the ground, onto his lap. "Wake up, Andropov! Wake up!" Andropov stirred but didn't awake. Jiro looked at the cock pit, then back at his friend. The girl tugged Jiro's sleeve.
"Angels are dancing." She said. "They are dancing in the sky. They are waiting for more Angels to join. We will be Angels soon. And we will join them."
Jiro stared at the girl for a moment. What was she talking about? She was about to die in a plane crash and she was worried about the little stars in the sky outside? Jiro's eyes were drawn to a flowing white light outside. No. It couldn't have been...
Suddenly, all was quiet.
Jiro could only hear his own breathes, the little girl's, Andropov's... and that was all. The plane stopped jerking around, red lights stopped flashing, alarms quit blaring. He looked up and around the area. He turned his attention to the window he and Andropov had sat beside earlier and watched it intensly.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
An old clock that had fallen out of a suitcase ticked the seconds as Jiro stared out the window where a bright orange light flickered.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Jiro exhaled.
Tick. Tick.
The clock stopped ticking. Jiro's eyes slowly traced to the clock then back out the window.
Neeeeeeeeaaaarrrrrggghhhhh...
...
Boom.
Swish. His eyes opened to see bubbles rising to the surface. He closed his eyes and looked deeper into the ocean, his blue hair waving like a blue fire underwater. Down, the plane was sinking. Sinking. Peices falling, some floating.
He choked as his lungs began to burn for oxygen. "Hmmmuurggh!" He muffled painfully as water filled his lungs. He turned and swam towards the surface, trying not to pass out. As he was rising, his hand touched against a floating object. He instinctivly grasped it and held onto it, then continued towards the surface. His head broke the surface and he coughed whatever water in his lungs made in and gasped for a breath of smoky, hot air.
The floating pieces glowed with fire like city lights. "Jiro!" He screamed, his lungs and throat scorching from the damage smoke and water had done to them. "Jiro!"
He coughed from the tickle of smoke in his throat. His eyes soon began to sting as well, and injuries, burn and bruises and cuts from the rough crash of the plane into water, was something he began to feel. He knew he had to get to land. But just where was land?
Andropov began down a winding path the plane peices made for him, almost on purposely. After a few moments of swimming in what felt like circles, the path came to an end. There was a platform that lead out of the water into a tower that peeked out of the surface.
He climbed onto the platform when he reached it and collasped on the metal surface. He panted heavily, dispite the torment it took to breathe. He cough hazerdously and ringed the water from his plain, white tee-shirt. He lied on his back and spread his arms out to the sides. Had he been anymore scared, he was sure he would be running into the water to look for Jiro. But he was too drained to move. He doubted Jiro was still alive. The plane crash was so violent. The injuries that he had received from being hit on the back of the head cost him.
With the last bit of energy Andropov still possessed, he brought his hand that grasped onto the still unknown object he retreived from the water to his eyes. He unwrapped his hand and caught himself tearing at a home-made bracelet. The beads were of tiny dresses, animals, and anything else a little girl would love. But there it was the four beads in the center that forced tears to spill down his cheeks like liquid crystals that looked to have a fire of their own as that was what they reflected. The beads were four letters: "A", "I", "N", "M".
But, in order, they spelled "Mina".
Andropov tilted his head back and choked back a sob of pain and anger and sorrow. The little girl had lost her life. And perhaps Jiro, too.
His arm fell back onto the metal plate of a platform. His energy was gone. He could bearly move. The pain was overpowering, both emotionally and physically. His head fell to the side and his eyes closed slowly. Again, he entered the dark abyss of his subconsciousness.
