Redemption
by daemon angelus
Chapter 1: Chaotic Order
dae: this is my first ggx fic. be gentle! i did not complete the game (i play it in the arcade) so i'm not very sure of the details. some of the characters (especially dark) may seem abit OOC. i apologise if it pisses anybody off. this fic is also slightly AU (because of my pathetic excuse of not completing the game and not playing all the other gg games!) please fogive this pathetic excuse of a writer -bows-
disclaimer: i do not own guilty gear x or dnangel. forgot who does.
The sky was a menacing ash, clouds as dark as night streamed across, fueled by the ruthless wind. The storm was gathering, nature was about to unleash its awesome power on her child below - the earth. Slowly, the tone of the heavens grew grimmer, a black hawk barely visible against the ebony skies. Letting out a shrill and anguished cry, the piercing sound reached the ears of a certain crusader. Cerulean and emerald eyes gazed at the majestic bird of prey, wishing he could be as free as the wandering bird. The knight's cobalt and alabaster uniform billowed around him, Furaiken glowing an eerie blue. It was as if the sword was awakening, summoned by the deafening sound it was name after. Golden blonde locks waved around furiously in the ferocious wind, the icy droplets of rain slowly accumulating on the Frenchman's fair skin. Sighing, the Parisian trudged up the steps towards the building he was once proud of. The headquarters of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights in Paris, France.
Entering the gloomy establishment, the knight fixed his gaze on the floor, refusing to acknowledge any of his fellow colleagues.
The once proud and glorious Order... has now been reduced to corruption, greed and evil. I am no more the knight I used to be. I am no more a Holy Knight. By position I still am but the outside world does not know of what goes on around this wretched building anymore... Ever since the Crusades...
"Ky!"
The blonde was snapped out of his thoughts. Blinking, he found the owner of the voice who had just addressed him. Not someone he actually wanted to hang around with.
The young man approached the knight, lavender bangs covering his maroon orbs slightly. A small smile tugged at Ky's lips as he met the gaze of his superior - the current head of the Order, Dark Mousey. Dark was about Ky's age but the two were as different as fire and ice. The leather clad Japanese was crafty and behind his charming smile was the face of the devil. Armed with a well-toned physique and mastery of countless martial arts, Dark wasn't someone you wanted to piss off early in the morning. The exact reason Ky allowed him to redirect him, roughly, to his office.
The Parisian didn't bother with mannerisms, something he held dear in a time long forgotten. Times had change. Ky Kiske was not the knight he used to be. Eyeing his superior with his different coloured eyes, Ky waited patiently for the young man's explanation. He secretly wished Dark was going to tell him to leave the Order or related news. Despite being the leader of this place once, Ky could not hold back his disgust and sadness for what the Order had been turned into. Unfortunately, Dark wasn't going to fulfil Ky's wish that easily.
"We're getting a new one today. Heard she's quite a tough one. Insane hair or something like that. She's coming in about half an hour. Meet at the usual place. Dismissed."
The French saluted and walked out of the dim office. Refraining from meeting the eyes of his other co-workers, Ky quickly headed for the lift. As the metallic machinery brought him to the lowest depths of the building, he reviewed what Dark had said about the newcomer.
Female... quite hard to handle... her hair has special powers. Better make note of that when facing her. She may be temperamental. Anger could boost her strength. He scowled. The others better not anger her... like the last one.
Ky shuddered at the memory. The last prisoner who had arrived literally tore two of the workers apart after they taunted her with insults and whistles. That was how bad things were at the Order. The workers, not worthy to be addressed as knights, often abused the prisoners here. In more ways than one. Most of the time, they got away with it, which angered Ky to no end. Sometimes, they didn't get away. Alive. And that was when the prisoner would be executed. Even if it wasn't his or her fault. But Ky knew. They deserved it. Not the prisoners, the workers. They were the ones who angered the caged Gears in the first place.
A sharp 'ding' brought the knight back to reality. Stepping out of the metallic box, he emerged in a dimly lit corridor. The narrow pathway was made of steel and the end of the hallway was shrouded in darkness. Yet, Ky felt no fear or anxiety. He had been through here numerous times, all the while with a Gear prisoner, brought here for study and experimenting. The Gears were gone, or so the public believed. There were still a few rogue ones out there and the Order's mission was to capture and imprison them. Much like during the Crusades, except that the Order now served a darker purpose. Decoding the Gears so as to improve the human body. That was the vile work the Order had to perform in present times. He hated it. He hated it to the core. But he wasn't the leader anymore. And he was in no position to protest.
Abruptly, the steel corridor ended in a single sliding door. Calmly sliding an ID card through the reader, Ky walked through the threshold and into the bright light of a loading bay.
Where am I?
The young women blinked, her turquoise eyes not accustomed to the darkness of the moving vehicle. Still groggy from the sleeping drug they had injected her with, the Gear attempted to sit up. However, she realised that she had been bounded at the hands and feet, making it impossible for her to even move. She bit her bottom lip, the tight chains around her limbs cutting into her delicate and dirty skin. Her lithe body was exhausted, more from the drug than the fight she had put up before they captured her. Trying to summon her hair, she discovered that the drug had also temporarily sealed its powers. They were as good as normal hair. Dead. Fear wrapping its cold fingers around her heart, the Gear shut her eyes, tears brimming on the edge of her azure orbs.
Where are they taking me? And where are you... will you come? To save me? Like you did after I died...
Crystalline tears streaked down her cheeks, the flame of determination slowly extinguishing from her mind. He had been there to save her before, after Zato-One's organisation had turned her into a Gear. He had given her a new life and a new purpose for living. Together with him. But he wasn't here. He wasn't here to rescue her like he did before. Was he going to allow her to die again? The tears flowed freely as she let out a choked sob. The uncertainty was killing her, more than the pain caused by the binds and the drug circulating inside her body, numbing her slowly. Would he come again?
Sol...