I don't own Guilty Gear, that product is the property of Sammy Studios and Ishiwatari Daisuke. That being said, on with the show.
The Beginning.
It struck the world before anyone could react. Though it was not another world shaking war or a disease outbreak it still affected many good people. No one had foreseen the outcome, none were prepared. For how could a world prepare for one of it's greatest and most beloved public figures and heroes demise. Though the details were sketchy eyewitness accounts stated specifically that in a large explosion of unknown force it had happened. Now the International Police and the surviving members of the Sacred Order mourned one of their own.
For Ky Kiske had perished.
The explosion seemed electrical in nature, hinting at Kiske's loss of control over the element of lightning and his Fuuraiken weapon. Very little biological evidence was discovered. Only that sword Fuuraiken had remained to identify him. The Police forensics experts would be at work on this mystery for a long time, but for the world at large and those select few that truly knew him, it was time to mourn.
All across the globe those that counted themselves among his friends mourned in their own private way. In China Kuradoberi Jam lit incense over a small shrine. In the Japanese colony Mito Anji danced a dance that was reserved for the sacred departed. Somewhere in Russia Millia Rage prayed in silence. In an undisclosed location Sol Badguy was seen looking over the remains of a ruined church.
The people of the country of Zepp gave the fallen warrior a twenty-one gun salute. Finally on the Mayship, Johnny and his eclectic crew were telling stories of the former knight's exploits. It was here that one who considered herself to be the most affected of the group was located, it was through Ky Kiske's existence that she learned that humans were not all a heinous and evil lot. Ky had taken her from her seclusion and showed her others like herself that were abandoned in life.
He had given her a family and for that she would always be grateful. Even so now she would never again be able to ask him the one question that mattered most to her, why?
Why had he taken her? Why had he given her so much while asking nothing for himself in return? When she had first asked him the question he merely smiled and said she would know in time.
"Dizzy," someone asked in a deep voice, breaking her of her reverie, "you probably have some stories about the old boy scout yourself, why not share them with us."
"Um," the girl named Dizzy "not really Johnny." She had taken to blushing quite easily ever since coming to the Mayship, it was one of the things that the man called Johnny loved to see in the short amount of time that he had known her.
"Now now," he spoke as a parent would to a fretful child, "it's okay, I'm sure that you have something you could share." The two beings named Johnny and Dizzy were not alone, they stood on the galley of the Mayship in the company of it's members. True that Ky Kiske had only known a few, yet all were touched by his presence in the world and on their ship.
"There was one thing," she tried to trail off not liking being the center of attention, but the others would have nothing of it, their eyes urging her to continue. "I remember the look in his eyes after we meet, I had thought he had come to finish what another had started and would try to kill me, but his eyes seemed so sad, so gentle. Then he told me that the world was waiting for me. It made me feel human, if only for a moment."
"That was his power." Johnny spoke reverently, "He was the kind of kid who would move mountains for the right cause." At that moment the Air Pirate Johnny removed his hat in reverence. "Things are going to get a lot harder for all of us now." Sensing the late hour he decided it was time to wrap things up. "Well that's enough for now I think, okay everyone it's time for bed."
Oddly there were no protests to his rather sudden decision, most were either too worn out from the party that Johnny had throw in his honor or were too sad at Kiske's loss. Regardless of the reason all the younger members of the crew, being led by their elders, went soundlessly to sleep.
The bridge of the Mayship was quiet, it's namesake had not attended the wake, having instead optioned to keep an eye on the bridge. She had never known the knight, so she felt justified in not going. The girl despised such things anyway, gathering to talk about the dead did not sit well with her.
In truth she had felt more grief for those that had known him, for it was they who she knew. Dizzy had openly cried when they got wind of Ky Kiske's death, they others looked shocked, Johnny, well Johnny was never one to show any negativity, but when one knew him as well as she did, one could sense those sort of things.
"Johnny," she whispered to no one in particular.
"What's wrong May?" She whirled around when she heard his voice, unaware of his presence until his voice was heard. "Is something the matter?"
"It's nothing," she whispered to the expanse of sky all around them, "I'm juts a little worried about Dizzy, I think that his death hit her the hardest."
"Ky was very important to her," had Johnny not worn his sunglasses his eyes would have been easy to read, "he was the one who brought her here, now that she is away from that hidden grove she has many friends and people who care for here. In some ways he was her savior."
"She still misses her family though," May still looked to the sky, "maybe it would have been better for him to take Dizzy to them."
"What is a family May?" Johnny had walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "It isn't just someone who gives birth to you, or someone who you are tied to by blood. It's the people around you, those that cry because you cry, or those that grieve for the sake of someone who's not gone."
"Still," May seemed to Johnny that she was holding something back. "I can understand how Dizzy feels sometimes."
"May," hesitantly he gave her shoulder a gently squeeze, "your family is closer than you think."
The rainy streets of London, a city mired in history. Wandering those streets was a familiar lost soul, existing outside the bounds of time and space. At any moment he could be torn in two by those forces, he could find himself in yet another time and place far removed from this one, even farther removed from his own.
Yet still he walked with a swing in his step and a smile on his face, he had long ago learned not to be bothered by such things. He would continue to make every effort to make it back to his own time, but until then he would survive, for he had no other choice.
Suddenly the air around him seemed to grow warmer, as if one who was possessed by flame entered his presence. At once he knew who it was and at once he knew it was not a good thing. And he was worried, this person, this embodiment of corrupt flames, never sought out others for any reason, ever. So for him to be looking for him was indeed a grave sign.
"Sol," he said in a chipper voice, "it's been a while, so what brings you here?" The presence did not speak. It only bore into him with steady eyes. "My guess is you need something, something big something that not even the infamous Sol Badguy can take care of on his own. Don't suppose I'll be helping you though, not much of a reason to if you're going to be as pleasant to be around as you are now."
"Axl," he spoke in a monotone, his sword seemed to flare with fire energies. "Do this for me and I will send you back." The man named Axel gave Sol an incredulous look, seemingly unbelieving his proposal. "And I'll give you Raven."
"Oh?" Axl had a smirk on his face, promising to send him home was one thing he could not guarantee, but Raven, now there was a different story. "So when do we start?"
"As soon as we collect them." Sol turned away and began walking.
"Them what?" Axl soon followed pace.
"The Jinki," the two began to fade into the shadows, "we're going to reform the Outrage."
"I-no, Raven," a shadowy voice called out. As soon as he finished two figures appeared as if from the very darkness itself. One was a woman of gaudy apparel while the other seemed to be some kind of mutation of a man gone horribly wrong.
Without waiting for acknowledgement from the two he began so speak.
"Time is beginning to move forward again," in front of him appeared a console, as he pressed numerous buttons he continued to speak. "Gather the others, make sure that they are all coming of their own accord. We don't need another incident like before."
"What is going to happen master," the deformed male asked, "is it what you have feared?"
"It is worse," the shadow sighed, "the Shussen Kanrikyoku, Post War Administration Bureau has begun to move. They have forced Fredrick's hand, but we need to stop him by any means necessary."
"Why?" the woman asked, "if you ask me it would be better if those two wiped each other out."
"Both the time and the enemy aren't right I-no," that man retorted sharply, causing the woman named I-no to openly flinch, "Fredrick doesn't know that the Shussen Kanrikyoku are a temporary distraction." he stopped typing. "I would imagine that the boy's demise has something to do with it."
"Do you want me to save him again?" I-no asked her master.
"No," the shadow waved the notion off, "his death was unfortunate but foreseeable, I have had corrections to the plan in place for some time now. Let him remain dead this time."
"As you wish." I-no bowed.
"We are running out of time," he said as he began to walk off, "you both know what you need to do so go to it." This time both of them bowed and disappeared. Now more than just time was moving forward.
Within an instant the being known as Raven appeared in a secluded area in England, there he found a peculiar assassin drowning his sorrows in some kind of pungent liquid.
"Venom the assassin?" he spoke without looking the man over, the sent of the liquid alone was enough to almost make him gag. "I have come to make you an offer."
"What could you possible have that I want?" His speech was slurred and he could no longer support the weight of his own head. "Nothing matters anymore anyway I-"
"We can give you Zato-1's body." Raven spoke as to hasten Venom's decision, not wanting to remain in his presence much longer.
The fallen assassin needed no more words, instead he picked up a case that sat next to him, seeming to sober instantly and sneered while saying "When do we leave."
Dizzy needed some air, the weight of recent events seemed to suffocate her. She had known both great power and greater pain, she had fought and defeated opponents who were ten times as skilled as she was. Yet even so the death of a man she hardly knew had made all those other events seem unimportant.
She thought that the night sky was just the thing she needed to relax, both Necro and Undine, the beings of her gear nature bound to her wings seemed to agree. Though the breeze was pleasant she could not shake the grief. Why did she hurt so much for the sake of someone she barely knew? Why was the death of a man she had rarely seen so painful?
"I still don't understand why you told me and not her?" Johnny spoke while watching Dizzy on a monitor. "One would think that you would have said something as soon as you knew."
"That's a bit hypocritical of you to say now isn't it?" A voice spoke from the chair next to him, while sipping on some peculiar tea. "I could ask the same question of you couldn't I Johnny?"
"That's mean," he spoke in mock hurt, "but at least I am still close by. In any event I think it's time you let you're presence be known, at least to her."
"I will," he stopped drinking his tea and stood, "you know why I'm here though?" Johnny nodded, "Then you won't fight me?"
"What good would it do for her or the others?" He waved it off.
"I have one more favor to ask then," not hearing any protest he continued on, "something big is going to happen soon, for the sake of her home I'm begging you to please stay out of it."
"I'll see what I can do," Johnny spoke with smooth confidence, "but after all this is over she might not want to come back."
"That is all I can ask of you." Without another word the figure left Johnny's quarters to head to the airship's main deck, preparing himself with every step.
The night air wasn't as helpful as she thought it would be and it did nothing to lessen the weight in her heart. Looking up to the night sky she took a deep breath and prayed quietly to whatever god would listen.
"Please allow him to rest quietly." She prayed.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later." Someone said, this wasn't any of the crew of the Mayship, yet at the same time the voice was painfully familiar to her.
She turned around to see who it was that spoke to her. Dizzy's suspicions were justified upon seeing his face, his golden hair and sapphire eyes, he looked exactly the same as when she last saw him. She inhaled sharply and brought her hands clasped, to her face.
"We meet again." Ky Kiske spoke while enveloped in moonlight.
-to be continued.
A/N: haven't seen too many stories in the GG section lately, so I thought I would give it another try. Also this story has nothing to do with my other Guilty Gear story Look at Me. Please send reviews as to whether you enjoyed it or