Inner Universe
By: Jun-kei
A/N; Disclaimer: 1, this story takes place in the SAC timeline. And because no one knows Motoko's age, I created it to fit my needs. Also, the character's might seem a bit OOC….sorry about that. But please forgive. This is my first fanfiction after all.
2) I don't own the song Inner universe. Nor Ghost in the shell. However, added characters not from Ghost in the shell are characters of my creation. (Telling names now would ruin the fun later, sorry folks. ) As well as the ideas presented in this story.
"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
Telepathic: speaking>
Chapter one: Broken memoriesMajor Kusanagi sat at the P.C looking over Section 9's database for what she thought must have been the hundredth time that night alone. Sighing in frustration and defeat, she banged her fist on the table.
"Damn!"
"What were you looking for?"
The major blinked, recognizing the voice.
"How long have you been here, Batou?"
"Quite long actually. I'm surprised you never noticed. You've been pulling all nighters lately. Something bothering you?"
"Yeah, you are."
Batou blinked and smiled, as he watched the Major get up to leave.
"Someone sure isn't happy. Come on! It's Christmas time after all."
"I hate Christmas, there's just too many…"
She started, but then she left her thought hanging, her artificial ruby eyes focusing on something distant.
"Too many what?"
"…Memories."
"Memories?"
"Yeah…none of which I like remembering."
Batou's expression showed it….he didn't understand.
"Bad memories huh? What could be so bad about Christmas?"
"Plenty Batou. More than you could understand."
"Try me."
The major flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"This again? Last time you said that you were complaining about how it would be better for me to have a male body cause it'd be stronger and I'd get more respect. I'm sure I showed you that sometimes it's best to use the muscles in that empty head of yours."
The major looked at Batou who hardly looked fazed, but rather, was smiling.
"Ok, what do you think I was doing then?"
She asked angrily. Batou shrugged.
"If it were me, I'd be trying to find something to both waste time and keep myself busy, and my mind occupied. So even though the "Monkey man" didn't give any orders I'd try something like ordering all the information 'properly' or finding out more information. Am I right, Motoko?"
As Batou said the as the Motoko glared at him.
"That was… a lucky guess."
"See, I do use my head. So, want some company?"
"Batou…get out."
"W-what?"
"Just…get out. Now. And stop bothering me."
Batou left the room without further complaint, as Motoko sat down in the chair, suddenly feeling all twenty-six of her years.
"Stupid Christmas…"
She muttered under her breath, as she began flexing her hand, smiling sadly at a faint memory.
It was rather cold outside; it was mid-December after all, as it snowed heavily. Despite this, a woman sat outside to watch her two daughters play with a ball.
"Over here!"
Yelled an eight year-old girl with dark hair and blue eyes. Her hair was tied up back into a ponytail as she shouted to a girl who looked quite similar, only she was much smaller, yet surprisingly was walking and talking almost as well as children five times her age and size even though she appeared to be only about one.
"Now be careful you two."
Warned a woman as she watched her two daughters play with the ball.
"Ok O-kaa-san."
The younger sister replied before passing the ball to her sister. As the older girl tried to catch it, she slipped on ice and fell; the ball had escaped her grasp, and rolled out into the busy street near by.
"O-nee-san? I'm sorr-wey….are you ok?"
The little girl replied to the older, who nodded, as she rubbed her ankle.
"Does ywor ankle 'urt?"
"I'm fine May, really."
Her sister replied as she tried to stand, but failed miserably as she was about to fall, until her mother caught her.
"You should be more careful now. Did you hurt yourself?"
"It's just my ankle mom…"
"It's all my fault…"
'May' cried as she fell to the ground crying.
"Mayuka, stop crying. She's fine, ok."
The little girl smiled.
"You mean nothing b-bad's gonna happen to O-nee-san?"
"Now why would you think that May?"
May shrugged, as she got up.
"I'll go get the ball."
Forgetting about their conversation, her mother quickly helped her daughter stand and trying to prevent a disastrous event from happening.
"May! Wait! Don't"
But it was too late. The little toddler managed to get herself to the middle of the road, and grab the ball when the mother realized what would happen next as a van speeded down the road in the direction of the toddler.
"MAY! GET OUT OF THE ROAD! NOW!"
May looked at her mother in confusion.
"Huh, but why"
She stopped dead when seeing the vehicle coming towards her. But she was too short for it to see her. The toddler simply stayed put, unable to move from fear.
"MAY! YOU HAVE TO MOVE NOW!"
"MAYUKA!"
The older sister screamed as she bolted across the road, forgetting about her injured ankle, barely making it across when the van saw her and tried to skid to a stop, barely missing Mayuka but hitting her sister. Mayuka sank to her knees, crying, as her mother ran out into the road, picking her up and hugging her as she too cried.
"N-n-no! O-nee-san….O-NEE-SAN!"
"Is that your final answer?"
"You're damn right it's my final answer you asshole!"
The first voice, a young male, with shoulder length orange-brown hair, and dark brown eyes, growled as he took out a taser, and shocked the other, a young woman, with long dark purple hair, and blue eyes, whose hands were tied. He upped the voltage before shocking her, watching her scream and writhe in agony. He smiled sadistically as his thoughts were interrupted.
"Yukimura. That's enough."
"What! And let this little, disobeying bitch get away with denying your order sir?"
"I said that it was enough! Shocking her doesn't seem to get through…we need something more fearsome. If she fears us, then she'll obey us."
"LIKE HELL I WILL!"
Yelled the woman before falling into fits of coughs, coughing up her own blood.
The third person, an older man frowned as he moved closer into the light. His hair was dark brown, his eyes almost black.
"What are you gonna do now Takemura? Kill me and you've lost one of the best hackers in this world. I'm sure you wouldn't dare do a thing, "Teddy""
The older man smiled as he took out a glove with knuckle knives, placing it on his left hand.
"Shit…"
"What Kusanagi? No witty remarks, no "Screw you to hell"? Just impending silence?"
Takemura smiled as he cut her ropes from her hand. "Kusanagi" gratefully got up, rubbing her wrists.
"Hit me with your hardest punch."
"Are you serious?"
"Quite."
The woman charged at him, as he sidestepped her hitting her back, as she recovered by pivoting, and making a punch towards his face, he blocked it with the palm of his left hand, and punched her in the stomach with his right. He held her there and smiled as he watched her gasp for air. Lifting her off the ground, his smile became a smirk.
"And this is why, Kusanagi, you don't defy the leader of the Yakuza."
With that, he tossed her in the air, slashing with his metal claws at her right eye, creating a contrast of crimson as 'Kusanagi's' unmoving body hit the ground. Takemura took off his weapon, throwing it to the ground.
"Yukimura, call Ayame, get her to clean up this mess and to dress Kusanagi's wound."
"Wound sir?"
"Her body's completely organic except for the cybernetic sub-brain she has, so she felt every ounce of pain. She's not dead. However, she won't be able to see out of her right eye anymore."
Motoko opened her eyes. She was at Section Nine; she noted when she looked around, yet she could have sworn she went home.
"You fell asleep."
Batou said as he walked past.
"You were here the whole night."
"I was?"
"Yeah. You must have been pretty tired and stressed out, cause moments after you told me to get out, I found you asleep. Are you comfortable?"
"Comfortable?"
Motoko repeated as she stretched her arms, noticing Batou's light brown jacket as it fell to the ground.
"So you were spying on me?"
"Oh, not quite. Just thought if your usually cold, I'd hate to see you cranky."
Motoko shook her head as she stood up, as Togusa entered the room, also stretching and yawning.
"Are you guys trying to impersonate me now too? I thought I was the only one who did all nighters…yesh…"
Motoko smiled faintly.
"Well when you put things that way, I guess we are."
Togusa smiled.
"So Christmas is coming, and I heard from Batou that you're a regular Screwge. Aren't you spending it with anyone? It's possible this year for once cause our cases have been rather slow of lately."
"Not you too…"
"Seriously. It would suck to be alone. That and you should give yourself some time off"
Togusa stated, before slyly adding.
"…and they call me the work-a-holic…"
"So major…uh.. Motoko?"
Motoko sighed.
"I might just spend it with Kurutan…"
"You sure she won't get called into the hospital?"
Motoko growled.
"Ok! What do you two want?"
"Well we were suggesting"
Aramaki: Major, Togusa, Batou>
Togusa stopped mid-sentence as he listened.
Motoko: Roger?>
Aramaki: It appears we over looked something in our Yakuza case. Come to my room for debriefing. I'll explain everything when you get there.>
A/N: There's chapter one. I'm new to using this system so it might take me a while, but I plan on getting Chapter two up very soon. Please R&R, including questions. I'll answer them the best I can. Ja ne!
Jun-kei