Foreword: Butt-Goblin deserves a standing ovation. He got the double bonus, which I was sure nobody would get. Good Job. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

A Special Thanks to: Taromaru, obviously, because he's the one responsible for having me extend this story (It used to be a one-shot). Butt-Goblin is a complete bad ass, because he got the Double Bonus right. I also have to extend my thanks to Orgy, because their music has kept me writing, and I even borrowed part of Jay and Amir for a character.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jay Gordon or Amir Derakh (from the band Orgy), I only spliced their names, heheh… oh yeah, and I don't own Guilty Gear either.

"You have failed to eliminate Officer Ky Kiske, haven't you? You are aware of the consequences of this, correct? We do not tolerate failure."

"N-No! Don't lay a hand on Elise! I swear! I'll take him out soon! Please, just leave Elise out of this!" Jay was slumped over, and his whole upper torso was wrapped crudely in blood-soaked bandages.

"Very well… We shall give you until the night after the full moon. Even a simple beast like you should be able to handle the job by then."

Grunting in pain, Jay got to his feet whiles the pair of shadowy figures melted into the night. "Ergh… Bastards… Nothin' against this Kiske, but Elise comes first."

X—X—X—X—X

Sol's eyes snapped open, and he sat up in his bed. He immediately yawned and lit up a cigarette in the same exact breath. The wisps of smoke flowed out the window, while the morning light shone into his room.

He completely slipped off his headband, and trudged into the bathroom with his headband dangling from his fingers. 'If I can keep focused, I can repress it for a little while.'

Looking straight into the mirror, the mark on his forehead burned a bright and fiery color, emitting a wave of heat from it. Sol immediately splashed some chilly water on it, in an attempt of cooling it off.

Instant relief spread over his body, and he could feel the heat receding somewhat. 'It never used to do this. Piece of junk.'

He closed his eyes and stepped into the shower, "Still have time."

X—X—X—X—X

Dizzy gently knocked on Sol's door, and the soft gesture somehow pushed open the door, granting her access to his domain.

"S-Sol? Are you in here?" Dizzy took a few steps into his room and looked around.

The gruff voice she had become accustomed to called out behind her, "Lookin' for me?"

Dizzy turned around only to see Sol putting on his headband. A fiery-looking light that had from Sol's forehead had been stifled by his blocky and very much opaque headband. "Um, yeah… What was that light, if you don't mind me asking?"

The man played it off as though it were some completely minute detail. His only response to the girl was, "Nothin'. Just the sun, I guess."

"Sol… It's okay. You can trust me with these things…" Dizzy's burgundy eyes pleaded with the ochre orbs of Sol's.

The man sighed and mumbled, "Whatever… you'd figure out sooner or later." For the second time in one day, the only barrier between Sol and his Gear tendencies was removed from his head.

Dizzy cocked her head to one side and examined the blazing symbol. "So… You're… You're like me? You're a-"

Sol cut off her sentence, and put the headband back on, "Not quite. You're half of a Gear. Me? I was… I was the original Gear. I used to be human, but I was the prototype for the Gears."

Dizzy shook her head, trying to comprehend the information that Sol was giving her. "You… What? How would that work? I thought that humans couldn't become Gears."

"Obviously, they can. Just look at the two of us."

The blue haired girl looked up at Sol with an inquisitive look. "O-oh… yes, I guess that's true. So you dedicated your body to scientific research?"

The man scoffed at the notion and lit up another cigarette, allowing the Nicotine to soothe him. "Hell no, but that didn't stop the team from taking it."

"Who? You keep saying them but never told me who they were."

Sol took a massive puff off of his cancerous stick. "The rest of the research team. I was the head researcher… Our financial backing pulled out when we were about to finish, and my second in command used me as a guinea pig."

"Um… Mr. S… Sorry, Sol… You're really big and muscular. How would they be able to use you as a guinea pig?" Dizzy bit her lower lip, hoping desperately that she wasn't intruding on his privacy. It was the last thing that she wanted to do with a person that had been such a good friend to her.

Sol's voice was cold and bitter while he spat out, "Why don't you try fighting off armed people when you've been hit with a couple of tranquilizers?"

Immediately, Dizzy knew she had done something wrong, and she knew that she must apologize for it. "I-I'm sorry, Sol! I really didn't mean to be rude."

The tone in his voice was less severe, and Sol's eyes seemed to soften. "It's alright, Diz. Can't have known."

"I still should have. I shouldn't have pressed you. It's my fault." Dizzy folded her arms and stared at the ground, as though she couldn't stand to look at Sol.

Sol took a step forward and put his hand on her shoulder. "Dizzy. Stop. You don't need to blame yourself. I shouldn't have gotten so angry."

Slowly, but very surely, Dizzy's body gravitated towards Sol's, and they were doomed to collide in a very short time. The girl's cheek eventually pressed against Sol's chest, and she closed her arms around him. "I'm sorry that I keep doing this… I just…"

"I don't mind, Dizzy," Sol nodded, and reluctantly returned the embrace, as though it was like a crime. "Whatever makes you happy." 'Why the hell do you keep doing this, Sol? I thought I couldn't get attached to anybody! … Maybe it's for the better…'

X—X—X—X—X

Ky sat in front of his fireplace, quietly reading the Bible. He continued to flip through the pages until he had reached his favorite story.

Jam half walked, half danced into the room, and flashed a grin his way. "The Walls of Jericho again? Don't you already know that whole story by heart?"

"Well, it never hurts to reread something. I just like the story. Faith and Justice will always prevail over your enemies." Ky continued to read through the section, making sure to fully analyze each passage.

Jam sat down next to him and examined his chest. "How do you feel? Do they still hurt?"

"Not so much. It stopped hurting some time in the night, I assume. I felt no pain when I woke up." Ky smiled over at his concerned wife, and put an arm around her. "Thank you for caring, like always."

"You know, Ky…" Jam put her hand over the page, so that she would have his complete and undivided attention. "I was scared last night, Ky. Every time you get into a fight like that, I'm scared that you won't be alright. I… I know you can take care of yourself, but… I just can't help it."

Ky calmly removed Jam's hand from the Bible, closed it, and put it back in its respective place. After putting the holy book away, Ky turned to face his wife completely, and held her hand in his own. "Jam… I know that nothing I can say will truly stop you from getting scared when I'm fighting, but I believe that God and my faith will protect me. Alone, these are not much, but with the will and determination to see things through, I know that nothing can stand in my path. I will always come back to you. You could say that I'm sort of like a boomerang."

"Silly, why would I throw you away?" Jam giggled, in order to lighten the mood. She knew that Ky would do everything he could to survive and to stay with her. It was best that they didn't dwell upon such matters, so the woman completely changed the subject.

Ky shrugged and squeezed her hand, "I don't know."

Jam played with her hair a little bit, and said, "I wouldn't ever do something like that. Heheh, you'd probably starve to death, because nothing tastes as good or filling as something that I cook."

"I don't know about starve, but I definitely wouldn't be eating as well." Ky's gentle eyes stared into Jam's, and he hugged her. "I forgot to tell you that I love you this morning."

"I'll let it slide this time, because I know you'll probably tell me about five or six more times today."

Ky chuckled and shrugged, "Yes, well, I can't help it. I always want you to know."

X—X—X—X—X

Sol, with his ever-present cigarette exuding its horrid smoke, looked up at Dizzy, from his chair, "Now, that was good. Thanks for breakfast, Diz."

"Um… No problem. I used to cook a lot on Mayship." Dizzy's navy blue hair lightly flapped in the gentle breeze, and she tucked it back behind her ear, keeping her face clear of hair.

Sol stood up from his chair and cracked his neck. "Well… I'd better go grab that wood I chopped yesterday, before it starts to rain."

"It's going to rain?" Dizzy asked. "How can you tell?"

"I can smell it. I'm not sure how far away it is though." Sol looked over at Dizzy and said, "You'd better come with me. I don't want a repeat performance of earlier. If you're with me, then I can keep you safe."

"I can keep her safe, you fiery bastard!"

"…"

Dizzy touched her black wing and flushed crimson. "Shhh, Necro! That wasn't very nice to say to Sol. He's a good friend of mine."

Sol folded his arms and glared at the animated wing. "Keep her safe like you did last time? I don't think so, Reaper wannabe. I know that I can keep Dizzy safe if she's with me."

Though Necro tried to lash out at Sol, both Dizzy and Undine restrained him. His woman counterpart chided his behavior, reminding him of a few facts, "Remember, Necro, you threw out the first insult. Besides, Sol is right. We aren't always enough to protect Dizzy."

Sol stomped out his cigarette, and lit another one by running the tip along the edge of his now-flaming finger. "Come on, Diz. We need to get this wood before it starts pourin'."

Dizzy nodded and ran to his side. After walking along with him for a few minutes, the girl spoke up. "Um… Sol? I have a question."

Sol just kept walking and simply grunted, signifying that she should go ahead and ask it.

Dizzy's cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and she struggled to find the words she wanted, "Um… well… This is kind of embarrassing, but…"

Though he still kept walking, Sol rolled his neck, and watched Dizzy from over his shoulder.

"I was wondering if… Would you mind if I held your hand?" The blue haired half-Gear had never felt so awkward in her entire life. She had no real idea about what she was feeling, because, though she may have looked older, the truth was, Dizzy was only four years old. She had only four meager years of experience in her life, and she had no previous encounters like this to go off of.

After remaining silent for a short time, Sol eventually put out his hand, so that Dizzy could take it.

The tender girl took his hand, and held on tightly. 'Is… Is he angry with me? Why isn't he saying anything?' "Um… Sol? You're so quiet… Are you angry at-"

The man turned his head and, in a rare display, smiled gently at her. "No. I'm just making sure that we're alone in the forest. Let's hurry up and get that wood, okay?"

The sight of the usually stern man genuinely smiling instantly changed Dizzy's mood, and she returned his smile enthusiastically. "Sure thing."

X—X—X—X—X

"Elise… I'm home…" Jay staggered into a small apartment, and collapsed into a chair. 'Ugh… that knight was no joke… He knew what he was doing, and he was prepared to kill me if he had to. People like him are hard to come by now… he was even offering mercy to me… Dunno why…'

"Jay? Is that you?"

Author's Notes: Okay people, the next chapter will focus around Jay sorta. He'll have his own large(ish) segment, because I have plans for him. Don't worry, it's all going to be taken care of. Oh yeah, next chapter will have some humor from Necro and Undine.

Bonus: This one is easy if you reread one of the chapters. What is the next likely misfortune that'll get Ky and Jam? Ky was just in a fight in public, remember what happened when he was in a fight in private? Oops, I just gave it to you, pretty much.

Double Bonus: This one is almost easier than the bonus. Why did Jay's friend get the name of 'Elise'?