Notes: LOL. Iuno bout zis ones... XD. I personally don't know much Guilty Gear since my Xbox went kaput (Harddrive crash D:), so please, be easy on me. u I am also basing this fic on one of my favorite Korean manhwas, the manhwa itself heavy on bittersweet drama. And since the GGX2 setting is like just 5 years after the "Holy War", I plan to make this story pretty dark. And "politically" tense.

Disclaimer: Absolutely none... except I don't own jack. Game creator Daisuke owns Guilty Gear. The awesome manhwa-ga duo artist Park Sung-Woo and writer Ihm Dal-Young own "Zero The Beginning of the Coffin".

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"Talking...duh!"

'thoughts...'

-SFX, sound, or kick butt action-

Location change or sumthing else

Humans

Zero Memoirs of the Circle

Circle One: Why Are We Here?

April 14th, 2182
Somewhere in Europe
Hopefully not in France...

"I wonder...if we couldn't somehow return to "The Beginning" and start all over again..."

The event replayed in the woman's mind for the millionth time as she absentmindedly sipped her tea. She didn't understand...why are they here? Her leader's incoherent babbling did not ring a bell in her ears. Hell, she couldn't even fathom why she was here, while she could be home and doing...stuff. Her eyes closed as she wondered once again...

It still did not explain why.

The bright chirping of a bird outside caught her attention. The girl half-heartedly opened one eye to gaze upon it and smiled. Her gaze studied the little cute thing as it chirped out it's call. She had wondered why the chirping of a bird was so beautiful in it's own right. Much like the French. She found it strange that the French actually praised her own language for sounding like "singing birds".

"Your pastries, ma'am," the waiter said as he handed the mysterious woman the treats. She nodded as she took the package, intentionally keeping a low profile. The rumours and hushed whispers confirmed her fears...

The doorbell tinkled it's cute little tune as somebody else entered the cafe. "Nunah!"

A boy came barreling into the girl, almost knocking them both off their feet. Both people twirled around twice before the heel of the girl's boots ground the spin to a halt. She shut her eyes to clear the dizziness, then took a glance at the boy's face. Smiled.

"Hai..."

The boy laughed. "Nunah, did you get them?" She nodded, then turned to the waiter, holding a finger up. The boy answered for the girl. "Um, she would like..." The girl pointed to herself using three fingers. "Nevermind that, she wants four ice coffees." The waiter nodded, taking a rather good look on the girl. She noticed and shrunk back a little, folding her arms across her chest. The female's companion noted her expression and clucked his tongue in disapproval, glancing at the waiter. He spoke up again, a worried tone in his voice. "I'm sorry sir. It's just that...she really doesn't like to be looked at like that." The waiter blinked, acknowledging him. He smiled and nodded in apology. "Sorry, I didn't know that," he admitted as he rubbed the back of his head. "But she's soo cute, so...I'll give you two something extra!" The boy instantly brightened up, grinning ear to ear. "Ah ha! Thank you sir! We'll appreciate it!" He beamed in gratitude and turned back to the girl as the waiter began to leave.

"Oh by the way!" The boy turned his head to the waiter as he smiled. "It's very rare to find gratitude as kind as yours these days, especially in these years and just after the war. 5 years... Anyways...this cafe was hit hard and well, business...as you can see, ain't the most productive around in France... Ah man, I rambled again. Auh..." The waiter walked to them again as a female waitress ambled up to him. "He means, 'This humble cafe thanks you both'. He he! We'll let you both off at half-price." The boy chuckled smugly. "Ah! But you would need the manager's permission."

At this, the waitress gave a cute giggle. "I am the manager, silly!" "...Oh..." the boy muttered in embarrassment, blushing a little. The girl to his side snorted lightly, giving a smile at his shyness. Other than that, she mysteriously stood mute. The female waitress walked up to the boy and strangely, gave him a hug. The bewildered boy blinked a few times, glancing to the other female at his side, who shrugged nonchalantly. His eyes softened in thanks and he returned the young girl's hug. "Thank you..." The male waiter returned to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a squeeze. "Come on, get a grip Sofia." The waitress nodded slowly, releasing her grip on the taller boy. "He reminds of d-dad..." she moaned as she started to cry. Sofia walked back to the other boy and clutched his neck, supporting herself as she began to sob uncontrollably. "Ky..." and repeating his name like a lifeline. The boy named Ky sighed as handed the two others their treats. "Please...come back soon you two," he said, as if truly wanted.

The other girl raised her head and stole a peek at the male, eyes softening greatly and she smiled warmly to the two. The boy at her side averted his eyes, not knowing what to do. The girl merely fished something from her pocket and placed it on the counter. Ky's eyes widened. "I-is that...Bl-? Are...are you Zeppian?" The silent female raised a finger to her lips, taking the iced coffees and the extra in her hand. She took the other boy's hand in her own free hand and turned as she headed out the door. The girl stopped few paces from the main display window of the small cafe to take a peek at the couple's faces.

The sight made her smile.

"Dizzy! Give me a hand here!" a browned haired girl called out.

The girl named Dizzy turned from her conversation from her friend, "I'll be there, April!" and quickly apologized to her. "Gomen May." The other smiled reassuringly. "He he! Okay, go help April, Dizzy. I gotta go find Johnny again and make sure if he's not hitting on any other women." Dizzy giggled at the slight joke, knowing full about Johnny's erratic habit, and nodded. "Okay, May! Just don't get lost like last time!" The girl named May fumed, giving a smug pout then smirking as she said a wicked comeback. "Oh, Dizzy? I wasn't the one who almost blew up an entire market last week, was I?" Dizzy furrowed her eyebrows in frustration, shaking her head to futilely rid herself of the incident that almost exposed her... she sighed. "You win this round May! I'll come up with a something you'll never forget next time! I'll impress the pants off you!"

May laughed and saluted her blue-haired friend. "Good Luck, my comrade in crime!" With those words, the girl who was May ran off to find her captain. Their captain.

Meanwhile...somewhere else... XD

The figure in brown shuffled his way to another figure dressed the same way. "So..." the voice, obviously male, a young one at that, started. "Did you get it?" The other's face soured and he calmly removed the oversized cap off his head. "How many times do I have to tell you?" The older male voice chided. "NO!" The former man pouted like a child, much too old for his age. "Aw come on! You know you like it!" A snort issued from the elder's nose. "Janggun-nim will skin us alive if you even peep a word of that crap you call...h...hen...wha?" He faltered as he ran a hand through his hair, which seemed like it hadn't seen a bath for days, then stamped his foot loudly as he failed to recall. The other just stood smug, eyes turning lustful. "Come on comrade!" he goaded, "It's boobs, skin, and girls! What's not to like?!"

The former opened his mouth half-heartedly, stopped, then uttered one word with total disgust.

"Tents..."

The younger man made questionable face, then grinned once again. Perhaps bad thoughts were running wild in his zany mind. "But," he dictated, "they are fun!" The elder man retched in contempt. "You..." He paused as a hand reached and drew out a cigarette from his pocket. "Disgust..." His other hand held an American style lighter, a flick of the thumb and it lit. "Me..." Raised the death stick to his lips as the flame burned the tobacco leaves to ashes, taking a breath and letting pent-up anger go in one cloud. "Private." The younger man shrugged. "Oh well, can't satisfy everybody? Can I?" he chirped zippily. The happy expression on his face contorted darkly as he crossed his arms, feeling smug. "Except the girls...right, Sergeant?"

The Sergeant glared at the insubordinate. "I swear, if you imagine m-" The younger dismissed the warning and ranted on, daydreaming desire and lust overtaking him. "Ripe firm breasts...nice butts...smooth creamy skin...goddess faces..." The old man groaned in disgust as his friend gave him bad naughty images. Whispered, "Dear Private. We hate you. You are a disgrace to our country. Please board the next train out. Thank you." Sarcasm had it's benefits, but this torment was not one of them. They were good as dead. He sighed while mentally blocking out the pervert's words. Then heard cutesy squeaky noises. It must be him.

"Lee, it had better be those squeaky shoes of your's or else..."

The reply wasn't him.

They both sat on a haphazardly repaired bench on the park. It was immediately apparent that it had seen war, a dark old bloodstain pitted the metal armrest. Strangely enough, the park itself was empty. People went about their daily lives but they could not help but feel fear, as if an enemy recently defeated were to rise up once again. The numerous propaganda posters with war illustrations confirmed that. Several of a faceless enemy clawing at the feet of a brave soldier...a bloodied youth offering a helping hand...and most striking of all. A single black poster with golden eyes that seemed to torment the soul. Underneath the two eyes was a caption: "They are watching you." So they sat alone, together.

"Nunah..." a male voice said, "Can I ask you something?"

The girl beside the boy nodded slightly, making sure nobody else noticed them. The boy blinked slowly and touched the girl's outstretched hand, making sure he wasn't too sudden. He sighed once and opened his lips.

"Why are we here?"

The question was simple, yet it had the girl baffled. All her calm demeanor instantly drained away at that moment, events replaying once more in her mind. The question could be applied to many different things, like the existence of life, a starry night, a cold winter, a fun party, a well deserved vacation, a life at home, a military service, with friends, with family... or simply alone. Her brain was racked as every possible answer scattered like beads. Why are they here? She lowered her head, expression darkened by her long silky hair.

"I...I don't know..." the girl finally replied, her sweet innocent voice hiding something. The boy turned his eyes to her, worried etched onto his features. "How could you not know nunah?" he asked gently, "You're our leader, you resolve issues when we need it, you protect us, care for others, empathize with us, you're gentle, hate the sun, despise stars and stripes, you know everything as a soldier!" The girl stayed silent as the boy hopelessly gazed into her face, searching for the truth. The female barely met eye contact, her posture becoming reticent and withdrawn. She had nothing to give him.

"You're my sister..."

The girl's eyes softened and her expression wilted into sadness as tears threatened to drip. The boy immediately took his sister into his arms, encircling her waist and pressed her body tightly with his own. A hand ran the length tresses of black as the girl shivered despairingly, instinctively burying deeper into his being as both sought comfort. The female responded by moving closer to him so he could hug her tighter. Both siblings uttered nothing, fearful that local police would recognize and arrest them on the spot. Eyes scanned the perimeter to assure nobody had witnessed. The silence that accompanied was almost unbearable, as if they were wanted criminals. The two held their embrace, time had stopped for them, only feelings the beating of their hearts and the intimate connection a family could only have.

The boy opened his eyes and verted them to his elder sister's face as he broke the embrace, being mindful of her emotional state. He gave a sincere look and waited for the girl to stop shaking. She drew in a deep breath and lifted her head, the hurt look causing the boy to look away. The female felt his hands begin drawing back, until her own fingers clasped his gently. The boy deeply sighed. "Nunah...we're just two lonely people in this world. I only have just one sibling..." He took her into a tight embrace.

"And I love you..."

The girl whimpered as the effect of his words hit her, felt her lower spine disappear as her upper half collapsed into his arms, crying at the unfairness of it all. They had noticed, ever since the war had ended, people were still in fear of the long dead enemy...families struggling to buy bread...communities picking up the pieces...children begging in the streets...underground crime booming, prompting police forces around the world to become fanatical in their pursuits... worst of all... If anybody so much as mentioned an empathetic attitude, the two siblings had overheard, toward "them", the person and their immediate family was arrested on the spot. Taken to whoever knows where, that was a mystery. They both guessed they were secret facilities where the "prisoners" would be routinely tortured, forced to "confess" for their crimes against humanity, then executed without trial. 'The war was inhumane for both sides...' she thought, recalling a Frenchman's words. She relaxed her body as her brother's hands roamed about her waist, giving squeezes occasionally to let them both know they were still there...

A hand slowly pulled out a dull red tinted medal from the collar of her coat, obviously a military award due to the large size. It was an old styled piece of metal, the intricate gold neckchain sections clinking lightly together, as she turned it to look at the front. It showed two crossed weapons that did not bear any resemblance to the swords and magic of today, imposed on the weapons was the symbol every being seemed to fear.

"Nunah...?" the boy whispered into her ear while disengaging from their intimate hug. The girl dully blinked, as if contemplating what to do with the award, then surrendered as she hid it from prying view once again. Her hands felt cold as ice, despite it being summertime. Why were her hands...? "You can drink the ice coffee or I will." She peeked down and found both hands tightly gripping the plastic cup of cold coffee, the dew droplets conformed around her fingers. The girl peeked back up from her lap to her brother's agonizingly smug face. He crossed his arms as he nodded his cap down, making his appearance look overwhelming arrogant. The sister made a sour face, annoyed at his little act. Well, she could show him who was the boss! Without a word, she stood up defiant, popped open the lid, brung it to her lips, and chugged it.

She instantly regretted it.

Gods, it was cold! Not a chilly cold but a... The brother simply watched on curiously as he silently noted his sister's stoic expression as she continued to drink, but her eyelids and cheeks told otherwise. He struggled to hold back his mirth as he imagined his sibling's torment, the literally mind-numbing experience wreaking havoc with her nervous system and throat. As soon as the last drops dissolved from view, the sister flung her arm to the side, still holding the empty cup in a death grip, and made a face filled with pain. The brother barely held back now, his mirth leaking out in sputters and giggles, as he waited for the inevitable outcome of a frozen headache.

It never came.

Instead, the female composed herself calmly and opened her eyes, which were surprisingly normal. Her body was not shaking nor her face twitching. It was as if she gulped down lukewarm coffee just for the heck of it. Disappointment filled his heart as he expected total system overload and shutdown. He frowned. "Aww...that sucked..." The girl smirked a smug one of her own as she huffed. "See? I told you, Su..." she stopped as she saw her brother collapse on the ground, laughing. She began to yell defensively and instantly discovered why. Her breath was coming out in thick frosty wisps that could mostly likely be seen kilometers away. The sister cursed in defeat as wisps issued from her chilled teeth. That was no help either as her brother only laughed harder, somehow standing up and doubling over at the same time. After a failed attempt to silence him with words, she waited until he stopped laughing at her pride. Which he did. "I'm sorry nunah...you have to admit, that was funny..." he said in that happy-go-lucky cheery voice of his. The brother offered a mocking hand to his sister. "Peace?"

The fool.

"No," she whispered lowly. Her left hand reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a military style field cap, placing it on her head and playfully glaring at him. The features of a fanatical officer were suddenly all there, previous looks of an innocent girl replaced by a hardened static face that would probably kill without question. Her right hand picked up a lengthy metal object that was obviously a weapon, as evident by the drum-like saddle in the middle and shiny gold feeding into it like a monster. She packed the weapon over her shoulders and smiled innocently at her brother, the kind fragile expression returning once more.

"I should be running...right?"

She nodded.

The pirate girl repeated her question once more to the brown clad men, who both currently looked alarmed.

"I won't repeat myself again. Have you seen a man in black coat and a wooden sword?"

She merely looked on as she began to get agitated with these two people, they had moved closer and bowed their heads, speaking in hushed whispers and expressions hidden by the bill of their caps. The two further isolated themselves by shoving hands glumly in their pockets, kicking invisible stones dejectedly. Now May got rather angry at times, thus leading to unintentional fights and the police after them; but these two people, who wore the standard issue uniforms, albeit under a different colour, were ridiculous. Two grown men in the police force acting like babies. People were sure odd these days...

"If you two would just stop acting like emo babies and help me out, I just might thank you for it!" the girl May fumed.

Not exactly the best thing to say. One of the men, the younger one, shot his head up, a scowl upon his face as he flexed his fists tensely. May frowned at the aspect, she knew by the look on his face and the way he walked he meant to hurt her. Looked like an inevitable fight was coming. She would be dammed if she surrendered to the scumbag. Her hand slowly made it's way toward the hidden weapon kept at her disposal...

"Hey May! Where are you?" a voice called out.

Dizzy. No, she couldn't be here. These men May confronted...she had heard horror stories of what the the local police forces would do to people from Johnny. They would hurt the both of them if given chance. They could capture them, detain them, torture them for hours, get them to confess about a nonexistent crime, and finally kill them both. Or worse...

May tried to warn her friend. "Dizzy! Get away! These guys are local police. They're dangerous!" It was no use as Dizzy saw her friend and the men, each in fighting stances. The girl's curious expression fell into a mask of sadness and despair, the tears already welling up in her eyes. Dizzy did not understand why. Why did people have to fight? To kill? Couldn't they see each other as human beings, capable to love and cherish just as much than to hate and kill? Why all the paranoia? Couldn't humans see the war was over? Why? She ran up to May's side and spread her arms out, prepared to defend her. She shouted to the angry men, "If you are going to hurt somebody, let it be me! Not my friend here!" Dizzy shut her eyes as she expected the first blow to hit her.

"I think the young lady has stated enough, don't you think?"

Dizzy opened her eyes...and saw another man, an even younger one, clasping the arms of both. The older men seemed to tightly quiver at his presence, expressions of fear upon their faces. Dizzy began to ponder why...then she saw it.

A flash of re...

"I don't think so, Mister 'I know how to control' nothing!" a stern female voice chided.

Both Jellyfish members whirled a one-eighty to barely glimpse a flash of brown. When they turned back to the men, a woman had stormed right up to the youngest male, tearing his grip from his victims. Both men gasped in relief, nursing their crushed arms. Several foot taps later and an akimbo from the girl caused the youngest man to avert his direct gaze.

Well, there went the plans for the week.

"You're mistaken if you think you can just lie there n' get out of this one!" the chiding continued as the man frantically thought out ways to extract himself out. Unfortunately for him, his ways were ripped from his mind as guilt overpowered his will to lie.

"You promised to take us out to the city! Even find us a nice place to eat out and see the sights! I want to see the Arch du Triumph in Paris tonight!" The woman clasped her hands against her chest anxiously, as if hurt emotionally. "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this?"

"Fifteen years?" one of other males quipped. A slap in the face and he was down. The last survivor laughed at the entire scene, minding his own business as he calmly smoked a cancer stick. As for the chided man, he quickly faced the woman to confront her. "I...I don't mind if just the three of you went together. I'll even jump you guys there!" he desperately offered. The woman didn't budge.

"No means no!"

The man cowered, sorely defeated.

"Putting my feelings aside, don't you know just how long Sarge and Donut had been looking forward to this?!" the female said, placing her arms akimbo. "They were so ecstatic, they even wore their best uniforms in this muggy heat!" With those words, she walked right up to the young man and gave him the Adama Glare. "No matter what, you're not getting out of this one!" A sense of dread overwhelmed the other and he avoided eye contact, shaking in his boots. "O...okay..." he meekly whispered.

The female smiled in victory, her eyes hinting love. She gave a little chuckle and walked ahead of the other men proudly. "Now that is settled, why don't we hurry up and-"

"Uhm...excuse me..." a young female voice interrupted. "But...why are you here?"

Everybody froze in their tracks.

"Oh...uh...why ask, ma'am?" a hesitant female voice mumbled in a heavy accent.

Dizzy shrugged slowly, a manner picked up from the pirates during her stay. The girl could sense the female she was talking to was highly alert and perhaps fearful. But of what? She relaxed her posture a little, in hopes to calm the older woman down. It didn't work as the youngest by the woman's side clung to her like glue, his sudden aggressiveness nonexistent. The two others took their positions by her sides, ensuring nobody could sneak up on them. It was as the half-Gear feared: they were totally loyal to that woman.

Yet, she was the only one scared. Why?

"I just simply want to know. That's all," Dizzy answered back calmly, adding a little smile as well. May moved to counter her friend but a watchful eye from the half-Gear ended that. Nothing sudden was to happen today. The other female took a steep breath and blinked nervously before glancing to her buddies. She nodded once and they automatically relaxed, hints of smiles crossing their lips. As soon as they relaxed, the woman began to warily walk toward Dizzy and May. The Gear noticed a scar just below the woman's right eye, it appeared similar to the numerous scars on Badguy. She suspected the woman had a lot more than what met the eye: her tall imposing figure, the shoulder patches on her coat coloured a brilliant gold, her ankle length hair was tied with a simple blue cloth, she moved with a strange gait that was more fitting of a simple girl instead. And lastly...her eyes held a melancholy appearance in them.

'She must've been through the war...or lost her family...' Dizzy thought sympathetically. The half-Gear looked at the woman's face again, noting her stunning beauty for the first time. 'Or worse...'

"Yeh...?" she softly spoke. "Mw-uhm...what you w...want...?"

Dizzy warily eyed May, taking note on how similar the woman's and her pirate friend's faces appeared. It was almost as if they were long lost sisters... The half-Gear held her hands out to show she did not mean any harm. "We don't intend you harm, Miss. My friend and I here are just wondering why members of the local police are out in a remote area like this."

The other female blinked, considering the statement carefully. Her hand clenched as she closed her eyes in deep thought. She took a breath and opened her eyes again, this time full of ennui, giving a disapproving frown to the pirates. The woman's posture became rigid and snappish as she leered upon Dizzy and May, giving a cold stare, making the two back off. It was clear just who had authority now.

"Did we screw up somehow and piss this policewoman off?" May whispered to her blue-haired friend who didn't reply back. The half-Gear was too busy thinking up ways to get out of her mistake. The two friends instantly stood at attention when the woman gave a rough snort, glaring as if they were criminals caught in the act.

They were so screwed...

"Hu!" the female huffed, and thus started chiding them in a language Dizzy nor May could not understand. As the policewoman's voice intensity increased, so did her arms waving about. She was cut off in her chiding as another policeman clamped a hand over her mouth. He gave a quick smile of apology and chuckled. He sure appeared a lot more friendly than his female counterpart. Maybe they could walk out of this one alive. "What she means is, 'You two should go home, it's getting late and your parents must be worried sick'..."

He could also speak English.

May stepped up to him. "We're looking for somebody. Our father got lost somewhere in the marketplace. Could you give us the quickest way to go there?" Dizzy balked. 'Our father...?!' The policeman furrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Are you sure? You could be jumped by-"

A two hundred pound anchor was his answer. "We're covered."

"Oh. Well in that case, head out to your left until you see a rundown bench in the park. It should have a rusted armrest. The market is to the right, where all people are usually seen," he cited with a nervous smile.

May grinned in victory. "Arigatou, Policeman-sama!" she said cheerily while taking the directions in a hurry, accidentally leaving Dizzy behind. All four police members glanced back and forth to the two girls, puzzled at the strangeness of events. The female/male pair dumbly blinked, stunned for a brief moment before they disentangled themselves. One of the men gave a comment, summing up the pair's thoughts as he pulled out a cigarette. The last simply laughed, dragging on his death stick before releasing grey smoke.

May was already half-way before she stopped to turn around. "Come on onee-san! Dad's lost somewhere!" Dizzy blinked back to reality check. She hollered back a quick reply, then turned to the police to thank them...

Already, they were gone.

The half-Gear pondered if the police just weren't an illusion or if they didn't have backup waiting to strike. Come to think of it, just why that woman's attitude changed so fast? Dizzy scanned the area for any trace of the four, hoping they were not just hiding to catch them. Only after silence confirmed the fact, did she move out.

-Chalkak!- A snap of a camera...capturing the face of a young woman.

"Myeong-il Lee. Born June 25th, 2154."

Another snap... this time, a young male teen.

"Her younger brother, Shuu-Ha Lee. Born March 14th, 2156."

Two snaps. Two captures of two males smoking cigarettes.

"Their two childhood friends, Jin-Seok Yoon and Ahn-Rin Kim. Dates of birth unknown."

The camera lowered to reveal two men in the plain clothes, but tone of speech suggested they were part of the French police. One of the men smirked smugly, satisfied at their catch. "Are you sure they are the Zero unit? The same Zero unit who defeated those freak monsters?" The other man nodded. "Red eyes, black hair, wings, and brown uniforms. There's no doubt about it. It's them." He rammed his point home as he fished out a small cell phone.

"Banzai to Another DAY. We've found Memoirs. Repeat, we have found Memoirs. Over..."

"Captain, we have some news for you. And it's not pretty..."

Captain Ky Kiske of the International Police Force, France Division looked up from his stack of paperwork to his adviser. From just the grave tone of voice and frantic footsteps while running told him it "wasn't just pretty". Ky knew either a weapon had gone loose somehow or an entire army was readying for war again. He certainly hoped it was the latter. The adviser rummaged in his suit to pull out a few photos. "We got these from our volunteers a few minutes ago. Take a look."

Ky nodded as his adviser haphazardly tossed the photos over his paperwork. The Captain shifted through the photographs with a steely gaze, studying each one intently. His blue eyes slightly widened as seemed to recognize one picture, then returned to normal as he placed the photos down. "Thank you officer. That will be all." The adviser began to panic. "But...bu si-" Ky took note and immediately told him to get some rest. The adviser, of course, protested but the steeled look in his eyes made him retreat. He immediately saluted Ky and quietly walked out. After a moment of silence, a hand slowly lifted one of the photos to study it. It showed a clear image of a female face looking blankly at a military style award. The only problem was...

'Why is that award in the shape of Gear symbol?!'

Somewhere in China...

"Excellent job. Stay put and we will debrief you ASAP. Over."

"Copy that AD. Over and Out."

The message ended with a click. Amid all the people bustling about and waiters running to and fro, an unknown figure set down the huge radio he used and smirked to himself.

"I've finally found you..."

AN: Heh. My 1st attempt at a Guilty Gear fic...XD Not so good, I know. I suppose things will improve from here on out. If you see any plot line error-orz, notify and help me out here. Thanks!

Language Note: If you're wondering what the hell the brother said to his sister, it's "Nunah." As most of you have (or about to) figured out, it's Korean. For "elder sister". :3c

Character Notes

None. lol

YES! There are other Asian countries than China or Japan, BEEYOTCHZZ! Or as a communist would scream it...

IN SOVIET RUSSIA, REVIEWS OWN YOU!! XD