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Note: there has been some OOC'ness here and it's intentional, so please understand… R&R please. ^^
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Prelude:
The year 2184…
Three years after the discovery of Dizzy and the end of the tournament…
It was complete chaos. Everything was a mess and almost everyone was dead. The colony was bombed by the enemy and all who had lived in it have either died or suffered terrible injuries. Many lives were lost and many tears were shed on that awful sight, but none were as miserable as losing someone you love.
The Knights of the Holy Order were doing all what they can to help the people escape while the colony burned to ash, and things were getting gruesome. It seemed that there was an intention after bombing the colony for there were many people kidnapped during the attack, some were taken alive, and some were badly injured when trying to escape.
"Sol! We cant hold them off!" a youthful blond cried, a sword cracking with thunder sung it's battle song in his hand, "We have to stop them!"
"How the hell are you gonna do that?" a tall dark man shouted back, clearly upset, his sword of fire singing it's own song as well, "Why the hell are they kidnapping Japanese, anyway?"
"I don't know, but we have to stop them!"
"Meh… easier said than done, wonder boy!" the giant hunter growled, but then widened his eyes, "Wait! Is there anyone special in this colony?"
"N-no! The most important Japanese people in all colonies were sent to Australia."
"Then why the f*** are these jerks kidnapping ordinary people?"
"I don't know!"
"Hell, it ain't ransom that's for sure…"
"Kiskei! Sol!" an Asian man with blue clothes, a pair of magic fans and a bruised body came running, "You have no idea how I'm glad to see you two."
Ky blinked, "Mito! What happened?"
"I'm not sure! Baiken and I were just trying to help one of the villagers when the bombing happened and before I knew it, we were ambushed." He paused for breath, "This is very terrible, Baiken went after one of the Gears and I can't find her anywhere!"
"You were attacked by Gears?" the blond youth frowned.
Sol growled, "Stupid woman…" he tightened his grip on his sword, "Boy, take the people out, I'll go to the back side of the colony, that is probably where they're hiding."
"No, you'll find nothing there but the stables." Anji told, "But then again, the western side has an old abandoned shrine, they might have gone there… and Baiken, too!"
Ignoring the blond youth's order to stay together, both hunter and Asian dancer rushed toward the mentioned shrine, it took Mito a while to guide Sol through the colony, but at the end, they arrived at what was left of the shrine, clearly enough, there was no one there, but that's when Sol saw something.
"Sh**!"
"Sol? What is it?" the dancer turned to face the hunter.
The hunter never replied, the flames and the corruption around were deafening. "She's dead…"
Skip a heartbeat, Anji frowned, "Who's dead?"
The hunter growled, flung his sword, the hardedge pointing at a small heap near the shrine's demolished stairs. Anji looked at it, eyes widening, he took a step closer. The small thing was curled on itself, bleeding badly, not moving at all, and when the dancer came close enough, he saw the loose bangs of crimson hair, forming a curtain over a shocked face.
It was Baiken…
"No!" the man gasped, quickly scooping the motionless bundle in his arms, stroking her face only to notice many new scars on her chest, plus a big hole that was added to her lonely hand, a big chunk of her hand was missing, "Baiken!" he cried, eyes wide and face twisting with pain, "Baiken! Answer me!"
Crimson hair over her face, her pupil barely quivering, tiredly turning to look at him, her mouth wide open, and clearly enough, her jaw was broken. She was trying to speak, to say something to him, but couldn't, she tried to move but couldn't, she was dying and they both knew it. Her brows touched slightly, gathering all her strength to speak, but still, all she could do was stare at this face, her lonely eye losing it's light, unable to keep up to her ragged breath.
Anji gritted his teeth, barley keeping himself together, "Baiken…" he saw her fight to move, and she moved her hand the tiniest bit up, she looked away and he followed her gaze.
She was looking at her sword, broken at the stairs, the small part that was still attached to the handle was stabbed into the body of a bead Gear.
Sol grunted, pulling the handle out with a squishy sound, looking at it, regarding of how many lives it took, he quietly held her lonely hand, curling her fingers on the handle.
Anji watched, worried and afraid, "Baiken, you're going to be alright…" he helplessly cooed.
She only stared, her hand a mere inch off the floor, tightening her grip on the sword's handle, only until it fell back to the dirt with a soft thud, her lonely eye was nothing but a pale peach orb, collection no light and her body began loosing it's heat.
She was dead…
And that's how Anji's new life began…