Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Guilty Gear. If I did, I'd be a lot richer.

Authour's Comment:This is what happens when I figure that every character, no matter how wicked, evil or twisted on the outside, has something known as 'good' in them. So, onwards to the fun!

"Shhh... It's over now. Rest. Sleep. You'll need it." The person who spoke slumped against a tree, looking up through the branches at the dark blot in the skies far above. Sitting down, she placed her weapon on the ground beside her, then placed her hat on top of the guitar's body. She closed her eyes, waiting as she heard her companion's sobs trail off to wet sniffles.

Far above the two, a massive fireball slowly dissipated.

––––––––––––––––––––––––

She woke up a few hours later, a vague feeling of discomfort fading quickly. Looking down at her companion, she was surprised to see that the winged girl was sleeping peacefully, even though tears still carved glittering tracks into the dust caking her face. The girl woke up quickly, standing up a few seconds after the older woman did.

"So, Dizzy, is it? What're you going to do now?"

Dizzy glared at the woman, who retuned her guitar by twisting two of the pegs. Almost as if on cue, two ghostly faces manifested in the girl's wings, both looking rather angry. The female face, shooting an icy glare at the woman didn't say a thing, but the hooded skull on the opposite side of the girl made its intentions known by producing a rather wicked-looking axe and running the edge along the ground, splitting open the earth like it was cheap tissue paper. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because, if you didn't notice, I knocked down more missiles than you did. Also, I think I like hanging around a place where people don't try to kill you just because of differences."

Dizzy nodded, slightly bewildered. Looking up through the broken branches that had broken their fall, she noticed that the smoke from the missiles still lingered in the sky. "How long were we asleep?"

"Couple hours. Why?"

"The smoke. It's still there. I can see ten- no, thirteen trails. I think I'll be going after the largest one."

"Why?"

"Because there's a good chance that wherever that trail comes down, the Mayship will be at the end of it."

"Pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, neh? Well, let's get going." She grabbed her hat, placing it on the neck of her guitar as she looked at Dizzy.

"Wait. You want to go with me?"

"Sure. Better than striking off into the unknown with no food, no shelter, and no way to know if I'm walking off a cliff the next time I go through some bushes. At least you have wings to keep you from falling."

Almost instantly, both faces produced several silent but rude expressions. Dizzy, however, blushed deeply and glared at her black wing. "No, I will not repeat that. That's just mean, and you should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking that."

"So, what'd he-it-whatever say?"

"Something rude. By the way, what's your name? I can't just go around saying 'hey you' every time I need your attention."

"Lotta people know me as I-No. Good enough, far as I'm concerned."

"Okay. So, I guess we should be going, unless you forgot something."

"Not to my knowledge."