Bakuretsu Tenshi – Du und Ich (You and Me)
Spoiler: Based on the Series and the Sequel of Bakuten! (You better see that first before you read that..)
Disclaimer: Not any character of that series is mine.. As well as for the title, which is a song by 'Letzte Instanz', a German Folk Rock Band. Anyone who wants to know about the text is welcome to email me.
Setting: Shortly after the explosion of RAPT HQ in Tokyo
Chapter 1 – Saving an Angel
It was Mario who found her.
Lying motionless between a charred heap of steel and concrete, she had the appearance of an angel - fallen into mis-credit and kicked out of heaven. Her clothes burnt or blackened, silver hair messed up and a deep wound on her face, trailing down her left cheek to her upper neckline, blood dripping down in many thin lines.
It looked as if she was dead. Finally gone down to hell.
Stepping closer Mario curiously examined the limp body and found a pulse. It was low, almost at the zero line, but it was there.
"So I found you.." she lifted the lifeless body up, threw her over her shoulder and walked away in the moonless night.
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Late in the night Jo finally awoke, staring dizzy at the grey concrete ceiling she faced. Groaning, she regained consciousness and forced herself to move her limbs. At last, she didn't miss any parts..
"Uh.." she felt a sharp pain on her left cheek and carefully touched the neat white bandage which had been wrapped around it.
She felt weak. Weak in a way she'd never experienced.
What had happened?
"So it is you.." Jo spoke, not taking her red eyes off the ceiling. "Did you take care of my wounds?" she naturally asked, being aware that she didn't wear anything.
"I did." the high-pitched voice replied, being hidden in the shadow of a wall. Streetlights outside cast the room in a dim light, allowing only to see infinite shapes.
"Why?" Jo couldn't hold back the question.
"I don't know."
"Huh.."
"You were almost dead, back then," Mario told her, leaning comfortably at the wall. "I rescued you before the remaining RAPT forces could've gotten their hands on you."
"Where is Sei?" Jo remembered the last few seconds before the explosion.
"I don't know. Most likely dead."
"I see."
Sighing, the girl relaxed and closed her eyes again. This was too much of a sudden to think about. She would go mad if she remembered too much.
It was better to forget. To forget and live on.
And she was alive. Barely. That was all what counted.
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It had been hell to get out of that chaos the destruction of the RAPT HQ had caused. Almost the entire building had come crashing down and burst into a giant explosion. The whole city had been in a frenzy to keep down the spreading fire, and preventing blocks from crashing into another due to the huge shockwave.
A miracle she survived.
Some of the gunshots had merely grazed her; some had hit her, but all in all she was still alive.
Thanks to Jo.
She had dragged her into Jango and kicked out of the tower before the shining greenish brain had initiated the explosion. It had been seconds, but enough to escape.
All she had left at that time of Jo was that beige scarf she always had worn. By literally kicking her in the Mech, the girl had given her the cloth with the words:
"Give that to Meg!"
And Sei, aware of her own approaching death (at least she had thought so), had tied that scarf to the bar, putting a sign to Meg – If she ever would come that way.
Sei didn't know if Jo really had died, saving her.
The Mech had saved her from death, getting battered and worn out all over. Leo had cried when he had seen his all-time-favourite in that condition.
But it had lasted a few days before Leo had found her. Taken to hospital by a kind citizen, who had picked her up almost dead at an iron bar.
Later on, when they had started searching for Jo, she already had been taken away by Mario. They never found her, nor remains which could've led them to the girl.
She had to assume that Jo was dead.
The mere possibility had driven tears into her eyes. Tears full of pain and sorrow. Meg, who had arrived only a few days after, also couldn't hold back her tears, and for the second time in between few days she let go all of her pride.
But she regained her calmness surprisingly fast, believing that Jo had done the right thing. She had told her GoodBye to save her, taking the whole fight for herself.
It had Meg taken a few days before she had understood Jo. She may have been a soldier, brought up to fight and kill, but deep down she had cared for Meg more than for anyone else..
And they had been victorious. Victorious over RAPT and their cruel tyranny.
So Meg had decided that the scarf should remain where it had been tied to. Anybody who would see it should remember their victory.
Remember two brave people who had risked their life to free Tokyo from RAPT's tyranny.
And it was over. RAPT as such didn't exist any longer. It had vanished. Swallowed from the earth – By the Angel from Hell.
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"Why are you alive?" Jo put the question to Mario - Who was leafing through the Internet via a Laptop, obviously collecting information.
She had taken care of the injured girl for some days, and thanks to the cerebral programming she recovered quickly.
Only that wound on her face would certainly become a nasty scar.
"I could smash up some of their cybots, and then I was knocked off my feet," Mario replied, staring at the bluish screen. "I could get my hands on one of them and escape."
"Ah," Jo looked down, clutching the blanket of the bed she was sitting on. She still felt strange.. as if something missed.
Mario watched the still girl curiously. Her mind and gaze seemed to be dwelling somewhere else. Could it be..?
Smiling, she got up and walked over, her movements almost feline. Clad in her tight-fitting black suit.
"You are still weak," she told her. Bending over she brushed a strand of the messy silver hair aside and kissed the girl slightly on her lips. "But I won't let anyone hurt you anymore. Because I like you."
For a second Jo stiffened, but relaxed as she could sense Mario's mind. There was nothing bad in her ambitions.
They were comrades. Two of a kind.
It was only naturally that they shared a special bond.
"You still think of her?" Mario's red eyes glistened dangerously and she pinned the girl, by now only clad in a wide, beige T- Shirt, to the bed.
"Her?" Jo stated coolly.
"That girl," Mario kissed her again, more forcefully. "Meg."
"I'm over that."
She had said GoodBye to Meg, breaking all bonds which they had shared. Any feeling concerning Meg had been broken too and buried deep down. It had been hard, but necessary.
It had been the only way.
"I made a decision," Jo told Mario, not showing any other physical reaction. "And I will stick to that."
"I see," Mario smiled at her. "We are both soldiers, trained to fight. We don't know anything else, and we don't want any other thing."
"I know." she now looked into cold red eyes again. "We can't escape our fate."
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