The Blue Haired Angel and Incinerate Boy

By: Atomic Kokoro

Storyline

Note: Takes Place Before "Blue Dragon: Tenkai No Shichi Ryuu", or Second Season, but After First Season.

Andropov and Jiro board a plane to Britan to meet Shu, Bouquet, Kluke, and Marumaro for a reunion for the first time in two years. But, as they notice the peek of a tower arising from the water, the plane crashes into the ocean. The duo find their way to the tower peek... then find themselves dragged into another adventure in the depths of the ocean, trapped in a twisted world under the sea: Rapture.

Before You Read

This story needs more action. That's all I can say.

On with the story.

Chapter 4

Vita-Chamber

"Wakey, wakey, Lays and coke-y," Jiro whispered to the offically sleeping Andropov. At first he seemed to not respond to the words. But appearence never got passed Jiro.

"That doesn't even rhyme," Andropov muttered, his eyes opening after his complaining. He leaned up, grabbed the bottle of coke Jiro retrieved from the now broken (took him 20 minutes to actually break) vending machine, and sipped it timidly.

"Does now," Jiro pulled the front of his collar of his favorite dark green hoodie. Andropov had seen him in those clothes enough times to wonder if Jiro had more then one of the same articals of clothing. The only difference was that his white tee was missing; probably still in Jiro's missing bag that was once on the plane.

Andropov felt a little intimidated by Jiro. In his own healing process, he had become weaker, while Jiro had been training to become stronger. It was obvious his traing was hard, because no one could become that muscular in such a short amount of time unless they trained for every hour of everyday. Andropov, on the other hand, had to stop training (or, rather, be insisted by Kluke to lie in bed or rest in the wheelchair) and decided to help Kluke with the Children's Hospital to pass the time.

Though, how he ended up with Jiro was another story all together. Kluke figured that Andropov was well enough to start his training (after many, many days of begging to get out of the house to do a little training, since fighting was still a passion of his), but only if he trained with Jiro. Well, Jiro decided to be a stubborn boy and moved to Japan and continued his training there. Even if he couldn't speak Japanese (which he eventually learned in two years, somehow), Jiro figured that the Japanese had pretty good training things. So, Andropov moved from his cozy home in America to Jiro's cottage in Japan for training.

Andropov had been pretty darn reluctent to leave the children and Kluke back in America, but Kluke insisted she would be fine and that this would be good for him.

Andropov snorted out loud. Good for him? Look where he ended up. Being trapped some twisted city that was built under the sea by some crazy maniac, overrun by crazed people who wanted to torture and kill each other for this stupid whatcha called ADAM and little girls with giant mechanical protecters that would have no problem ripping them in two if anyone every scared the poor girl, was not good for him. He didn't even have a clue as to why Atlas hadn't gotten in contact with the two boys since Andropov got his plamid, which was two hours ago.

He swore, next time he got his hands on Kluke (after he hugged her, of course) he would kill her for sending him away like that.

"Atlas... Atlas..." Jiro taunted into the mic. "I know your there. Just answer."

There was no responce from the other end. Jiro sighed and set down the radio. "Geez. What could be taking him so long?"

"Maybe he went to the bathroom," Andropov suggested, examining his fingernails to pass the time. He gained that habit from Schnieder, who use to look in the mirror all the time to fix his hair before everytime they left to go somewhere. Of course, Andropov never really knew why Schnieder cared so much about his hair, but he also knew Jiro had the same funny habit, except he checked his hair before he left the house, as opposed to going around the world. But, then again, Jiro was still looking for a girlfriend, and Schneider had no interest in girls, so they both had reasons for what they did.

"For two hours?" Jiro challenged. "Who goes to the bathroom for two hours?"

With a smirk, Andropov replied, "Constipated people."

"'Ey, ya's two thare?" A voice called through the radio.

"We're here," Jiro called through. It was about time Atlas called through the radio. The boy's hadn't moved an inch from where they were sitting last; right in front of the Gatherer's Garden vending machine. "We've always been here. Where have you been?"

"Eh, talkin'. Now, ya's gotta get movin'. Why don't cha's head down them stairs and see what ya's can find?"

Andropov and Jiro nodded and began down the stairs at the side of the balcony. When they reached the bottom, they looked about. No, no Splicers around. The two boys split up and began to search the room. Jiro found a couple dollars and Andropov fortuned a few bags of chips and a pep bar. Both spotted the same first aid kit.

As Jiro scanned the area for an out way, he noticed a door beside a switch. He made his way over and banged on the door. It didn't budge and it seemed impossible to move. His attention turned to the switch. Of course, Jiro was never one to be fooled by sight, but, in this case, he was, and, as he rested his finger on the button, a warm tingling shot up his arm. He pulled away and nursed his finger. The switch was malfunctioned.

Andropov made his way over after seeing his friend stupidly injure himself on the switch, and examined it. "I think it needs more power." Now, Andropov used to help with mechanics back in the days where he worked for the Grand Kingdom army. Mechanics and technology always facinated him, so he pressed himself to read books about them when he was alone with some spare time. Andropov knew knowing about mechanics would help at one point, but he never figured like this.

"Why don't ya use ya Electro Bolt ta give it some power?" Atlas suggested. Andropov looked at his left hand. He hadn't noticed it was glowing electric blue. Was that the effect of the Electro Bolt? He looked at the switch and closed his left hand into a fist. All or nothing. He felt himself become one with the electrical current surging through his body and...

WHAM!

He shot the switch with a ball of pure electricity. The door opened big enough for the two boys to squeeze through. They turned to each other in smiling awe at how much damage Andropov could pull off. "Wicked..." They said in unison before pushing through the door and making their way in.

When Jiro stepped in, the first thing he heard was rushing water, Andropov screaming swear words and curses, and the feeling of something freezing cold climb up his leg. He blinked and realized it was water pouring in. The peice of the plane had crashed into the tube connecting the buildings to one another. That was something he hadn't expected. The air was unbelieveably cold; he wanted to go back inside where it was warm, and halfway safer.

He stepped backward to go back inside. "Jiro!" A shivering voice called from in front of him. Jiro looked up. "Where are you going?"

There stood Andropov, holding his arms, one leg in the freezing cold water, the other on a part of the hole in the plane. His voice high and scared, shivering. But it wasn't his body language, it was his expression. Fear. But a look in Andropov's eyes made it seem as though he felt Jiro was his best friend who was abandoning him in his time of need, when he was alone and scared, and Jiro was the only one who can help him. And, in the same time it took him to blink, then look in Andropov's eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, heartless mask that he always wore around Jiro.

Then, Jiro suddenly realized that, for that moment Andropov had that look, Andropov thought he was someone else. That he wasn't Jiro. Then, he knew he was and no longer cared. "We have to go foreward." His voice lowered and matured. "There's a hole through this plane. We can get across."

Jiro nodded and stepped back into the burning cold water. He splashed his way over, water pouring on his face, cleaning the blood from the earlier encounter with the female Splicer. Jiro chased after Andropov, who had now cleared the plane and was running into an open door at the end. Jiro raced for the same exit; the tube was half full of atlantic-cold water.

Andropov wiped the water from his eyes and waited for Jiro to come, who was slowed by the water at his waist. He blinked for a moment then realized Jiro was gone. He blinked again and comprehended the door between the tube and the room had closed. "Jiro!" He screamed and began to try to pry the door open. "Jiro! Jiro!"

He could hear muffling and pounding from the other side of the door. And coughing. "No! Jiro! Jiro, no! C'mon, man! Don't do this to me!" He pounded the door and reached for the radio. "Atlas! Please open the door if you can! Please!"

Silence... then, "I can't."

Andropov felt tears well up in his eyes. He couldn't let this happen. Jiro was the only sane one left. He didn't want to do this alone! He couldn't do this alone! Again, he wiped tears from his eyes, his forehead hot against the rest of his cold body.

The door indented suddenly, signaling that the glass had broken and water had rushed in. Andropov ran back to the door, some cold water rushing between the cracks in the metal. He pounded the door again, hoping to hear Jiro's voice. "Jiro!" He cried. "Jiro, please tell me your alive!"

His yells were answered with silence and dripping water.

He collapsed to his knees and sobbed uncontrolably. He never thought this would happen, that he would cry for someone, someone especially like Jiro. But he was. And he wasn't going to stop. "Jiro..." He whispered painfully. "Jiro..."

He banged his head against the metal door, screaming curses and swears, only to breakdown into another sobbing session. He had been like this when he learned Schneider died. No, that was his fault, too! Only if he had stayed conscious during that battle, maybe Schnieder would have lived. Only if he had stayed with Jiro, maybe they both would have lived. If he didn't waste time. Only if he let Jiro go outside first.

But they were only if's. This was the reality now. Schneider and Jiro were dead. He was alone in a crazy underwater world... and he wanted to die.

He let out another tortured sob and continued to cry. Make it go away. Make the pain go away... A hand gentally fell on his shoulder. Andropov looked at his shoulder. A hand as pale as sand, muscular-looking, strong. A tight grip. He looked behind him. Blue-green leggings, brown boots. No one matched them up. No one other then...

"JIRO!" He cried cheerfully and wrapped his arms, yet again, around the definetly alive boy.

"Andro. Geez. Never knew you cared," Jiro chuckled. Andropov pulled away and folded his arms, frowning and throwing his nose in the air.

"I don't," he scoffed. "I just... need you to get me outta here."

Jiro rolled his eyes. "Right," he laughed.

"I take it them Vita-Chamber lived ya up again, huh?" Atlas said. Andropov and Jiro looked at the radio.

"Vita-Chamber?" They repeated.

"Aye. Them Vita-Chambers. Look behin' ya."

The two boys looked back and saw a small chamber, big enough to fit a large man, with electricity like Andropov's Electro Bolt surging up and down. "If ya's die, ya's don't gotta worry 'bout stayin' dead. Them Vita-Chamber's live ya up again."

"That's sweet." Andropov smiled.

" 'Tis." Jiro agreed. The two boys made they way over to examine it. There was a crash, and the two boys turned in fear. A shadow disappeared behind a support wall.

"Oh." Atlas gulped through the radio. " 'Tis what I think it is?"

A man with a wrench came out from behind the wall.

"A Splicer!"