Chapter 10: My Hero
(5/2/2036)
Takeru and the girls once again stand before that very door, the setting toward the harsh truth revealed to them. The truth of a long, sleep-filled existence past their expected living deadline. He knew what he'll show them may surprise them at best, or irk them at worst. Either way, the time has come for the crew of his ship, a vessel of no name, to prepare for the possible coming threats of Earth or the Galaxy. Possibilities range in the middle, however cautious he'll remain. Events such as these require much deliberation.
"So? What are we doing back here, Shirogane? Here to give us more tragedy?", a question posed by Chizuru. A very good one indeed.
"No, not exactly.", he countered. "What you're about to witness….is something far greater than you've possibly imagined. Trust me….you'll like it.", finishing with a smile. She rolled her eyes at his cockiness but decided to play along. Better hope for something, she thought.
As his footsteps echo near the door, it swooshes open at a split second, unveiling a room covered in blackness barring red glowing lights emitting some brightness. He walks in as do the others after, but their looks of discomfort linger from stepping more into the night. Then as all personnel present stop at maybe 20 feet away, the door closes sending shivers down their spine, as their eyes exhibited shadowed fright.
"W-What is this? What's going on, Takeru-san?", Miki asked in a panicked voice.
"Miki-san! Where are you?", Mikoto, previously to her, couldn't find now.
"Takeru-chan! What the heck is going on? Why are we here?", first Sumika.
"Yeah, what she said! You mind telling us the reason for this?", then Chizuru.
"Come on man, this isn't funny. You know I hate the dark.", lastly Kei. Truthfully, she doesn't. She just hates dark, closed spaces full of terror.
"Don't worry, I'll get 'em on. But first…..", he took a deep breath, holding it for 5 seconds till releasing it. Then…..
"LUNAAAAAAA!, they jumped at his outburst, "WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO TURN THE FREAKING LIGHTS ON, HUH!? YOUR CAPTAIN'S ORDERING YA!" Just like that, the ceiling lights magically came on at his request, showcasing a metallic silver hanger with twenty 22-meter pilotable grey robots in 20 spots. All with those red lights now spread out in lines, the unlit green eyes now more visible. Alongside with its square-ish shoulders, sleek-n'-agile design, and an antenna on its left ear side. It resembled more of a knight than a TSF.
"Apologies, Captain. I forgot this was still an occurrence.", said a voice high above.
"Haaaa…doesn't matter now. Look, you may be the ship's AI powering Albion via the G-Core, but for god's sake, turn the lights on before I come in. Were you trying to scare us to death? (That was not my intention at all. I just did not...) ….know I was here? (Yes, that is correct.) Ha… well, all is forgiven. Oh yeah, that reminds me." He turned to the ladies, confused and unsettled by this point. He doesn't blame them. "Everyone, that was Luna. She's the AI in control of Albion, my ship. She runs the core, engines, and all defense systems onboard. In fact, she even has her own protocol relating to intruders, where any and all crew temporary or permanent is scanned and designated as such. Hope this explains a little about this vessel." They seemed to buy it, knowing how this ship is more futuristic than any Navy ship or carrier before.
"Anyways, that was that, and this is the main event.", he gestured towards the robots, their eyes observing them with such interest. "Ladies, meet the Type-36 Fujin. This bad boy contains a G-reactor, a fuel source infused with G-elements usable for 10 years. A deployable beam shield on the left forearm, able to counter any laser attacks. Its back thrusters, hoverable feet, armor made from Destroyer shell, and carbon joints taken from a Hammerhead's arms means this package was designed using BETA parts and data from all TSFs worldwide." Eyes were locked onto all stationed units present. They were amazed by the more compact design, excluding the large shoulders of previous models. This was something no man would have created, and yet….
"Hee…...", Haruko uttered. "This is amazing."
"Wowieeeee!~", Miki's eyes sparkled like mini firecrackers.
"You have 20 of these? Holy crap. Touko, are you seeing this?", Munakata turned to Kazama.
"Perhaps he required an army for the coming forces. I'm amazed you were able to produce enough for everyone, Shirogane-san.", Kazama smiled.
"Nothing to brag about. Just thought Albion needed some guards to fall behind. Don't want nobody scratching his shiny behind.", he shrugged slightly, watching everyone point their attention to him.
"How on earth did you accomplish such a feat of high magnitude? Surely an ally or acquaintance assisted you during this task.", Meiya wondered about that. How did he do it?
"Hard to say. After these babies were finished, I only remember bits and pieces of that time. My head's got so much fragmented you'd think an egg was shattered.", he walked towards the girls a little, a look of interest on him. "But I gotta ask everybody one thing. That okay?" Seemingly baffled by his actions, but nodded regardless. They probably knew what he'll ask is an offer.
"It wasn't easy…..searching for any remaining family or loved ones, only to find out they passed death's door. If anything, you girls…..don't deserve this. In fact, if I had the opportunity in my hands, I'd go back in time to stop them going into the afterlife."
"..."
"But that's all in the past now. And there ain't nothing we can about that. So that's why…... I wanna ask for your help."
"?", they wondered. What does he mean?
…
…
….
"I know where the BETA's home planet is."
"-!?", Wait, what!? Is he seriously telling them this?
"5.4 million light years away, this planet is home to the Creators, which we know from the Superior's words." a collective nodded to his statement. "He told you how their numbers were 10x ^ 37, right?"
"Yes he told us, but where are you going with this?", Michiru was concerned. Is he going mad?
"The thing is…... I know a lot more about the BETA than anyone from the U.N brass, scientists, or even the professor combined." He crossed his arms in retrospective, "Might as well admit that straightaway…..seeing how I was a test subject designed by Target One."
"-!?", gasps came around in a flash. They looked at each other in disbelief, unable to process his words. Except for Kasumi.
"Suppose she didn't tell ya. Heck, she's the only one who I've talked to about this. Isn't that right, Kasumi?", now the eyes pointed toward Yashiro. She felt her mind became transparent as pressure from all sides consumed her.
"Takeru-san…", she replied heartbrokenly. "Why?"
"I'm done keeping secrets about this, Kasumi. Everyone needed to know this sooner or later. Besides, it only stayed that way due to threats from Yuuko." he answered coldly. "But don't think I'm doing this for revenge on her. I don't care whether that psychotic, manipulating, arrogant cunt is plastered from her precious sake on a foreign planet. I want every answer outta her mouth about what the hell happened to our home! You remember how that good-for-nothing whore did nothing but use us as her pawns in paws to clean up her messes on missions an ant couldn't survive in." His speech shocked the room by storm. "What? Is it wrong to call her that? She made me her errand boy, for fuck's sake."
"No, it's not that, Shirogane. it's…..uh... (It's what, Class Rep?). We never heard you swear so much. You've grown quite a dirty mouth, haven't you?"
"Class Rep, I am offended by your words. Are you saying I swore in my life? (Uh…..Well….not so frequently, that's for sure). Frequently, huh? Now there's the-"
(BLAAAAARE! BLAAAARE! BLAAAAARE!)
That was the alarm. There's an enemy already? Who is it?
"Attention. One hostile signature detected at 50 miles northwest, coming in from orbit. Scans show it is a Golem from the planet of Zactar-37. All personnel report to battle stations."
"Come on, let's go.", Takeru directed the girls to the bridge.
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(Bridge)
"You said there's only one of them, Luna?", Takeru asked, looking through the windows. The others simply started at the mist in front. A ginormous mist, to be exact.
"Yes. Height is 110 meters, weight is 400 pounds and total points of armor are 53%."
"So, he's a scout. And just what in the hell is he doing here?"
"Takeru. You know this enemy?", Meiya said.
"Nope. Not until now. Best we keep still and see what happens.", he suggested while the mist began slowly clearing up. With each passing minute, a silhouette emerges from the cover, the unknown beast standing up without pain or lingering side effects. This motherfucker was perfectly fine after surviving a fall to Earth. Who was this guy?
That question just got answered after the mist disappeared, revealing an armored warrior of Destroyer shells, one eye on his face, spiked sword and turtle-like shield, and worse of all, tall as the eye can see, almost touching the clouds halfway.
Shit just got real. And Takeru knew that. He could've easily had foresaw this coming event. But that didn't matter. He rushed back to the wheel and pulled out a radio from the center hidden under a panel. He rose it to his lips.
"This is Captain Shirogane Takeru of the Albion. Identify yourself, Zactar Scout.", his command was imposing.
"Zactar?", a confused Isumi whispered.
"IT APPEARS YOU RECOGNIZE OUR EXISTENCE. FOR THAT, I AM THANKFUL.", the monster spoke, surprising everyone but Takeru. "I AM AFFILIATED WITH THE ROYAL GUARD OF THE GARLEUM EMPIRE, A NATION THAT WHICH ITS CITIZENS YOU 'HUMANS' REFER TO AS BETA." The Valkyries had no idea what he was talking about, let alone understand the Empire portion. Takeru is doing just fine, though.
"And what brings your presence to a backwater planet like ours?", he wondered how that beast knew of Earth at all.
"I COME BY ORDER OF HIS MAJESTY, WHO GRACED THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXTERMINATE ANY REMAINING THREATS TO THE STABILITY OF THE EMPIRE. WHETHER SMALL OR LARGE, WE WILL NOT ALLOW THE UNIVERSE TO PRODUCE SOLDIERS FOOLISH TO TAKE US ON. ESPECIALLY IF THE LIKES OF YOU MERELY WISH FOR THE GENOCIDE OF MY HOMELAND, ONLY WHICH COMES FROM THE STOLEN POWER OF ALTERIAN MAGIC! YOU! DEFILER OF THE DIVINE AND THIEF OF SORCERY, SHIROGANE TAKERU!"
"Hooo, so you do remember my name. Funny how the Superior never told me anything about an Empire. He told me it was him and the creators."
"THE CREATORS MEAN NOTHING IN THE GRANDER PICTURE. THEY ARE MERELY SERVANTS IN CHARGE OF OPERATIONS ACROSS THE GALAXY! THAT ALSO INCLUDES ELIMINATING ANY POSSIBLE DANGER TO OUR COLLECTIVE SOCIETY. YOU WOULD KNOW THAT, WOULDN'T YOU SHIROGANE TAKERU?"
"If by possible danger, you mean the fact concerning Mr. almighty Superior infusing me with 'Alterian' magic somehow constituting to me kicking his ass at Kashgar?", Kasumi twitched at his words. "Yeah. I danced this dance before, I can do it again on 'your majesty' anytime."
"DO YOU DARE MOCK THE CROWN!?"
"I'm mocking your crappy way of collateral damage without a hint of strategy. You just rush in with large numbers letting it do the talking. You conveniently alter patterns when studying us, so desperate to gain the upper hand. Which means, that you guys are some of the dumbest sons of bitches ever conceived in the entire galaxy!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!? DID. YOU. SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!?"
…
Their ears almost bleed from his screaming. He sounded so childish they thought a child was yelling from the bridge. Who on earth could scream so…...badly? Takeru hand-covered the radio, his attention on everyone.
"Is everyone alright?", he asked worryingly.
"We're okay, sweetie. It's only just a scratch. Nothing Q-tips can't fix.", Misae replied, holding Touko in her arms. "Right, Touko?"
"That noise certainly gave me a heart attack, But my hearing is unaffected, yes." The two of them let go of each other. Takeru uncovered the radio.
"What's it gonna be, Golem? Are we talking or are we fighting?", the girls looked back horrified at him. They looked at him like a madman.
"ARE YOU SUGGESTING A CHALLENGE?"
"This would've happened eventually. And since you're here, well…... I congratulate you on becoming my first kill."
"WE WILL SEE ABOUT THAT." Takeru closed the transmission. He saw the girls' unbelievably astonished faces. This wasn't uncommon for anyone like him. Perhaps over these 300 years, his level of amazement diminished quite severely. He remembered what Zactar-37, home of the BETA, takes after. That being an image of a peaceful world full of despair, misery, and torture. Staring down at his gem-encased gauntlet, he reminds himself of the experience of fighting day by day night by night fighting Garleum's forces. But he'd never wished for this, truthfully. All he wanted was to live in solace with the girls, exploring the galaxy without interference. In truth, he had enough of being the hero. He wasn't born to be a hero, nor willed to be a hero. At the same time, he felt glad about it. Knowing how dangerous war is, he took it upon to participate in a cause hoping for change. Change never came. Or it seems that way.
No matter. An encounter with a Golem is nothing to fret on. Golems never came to Earth, he fought hundreds of them, so what's there to panic? Everybody saw his determined face, metal fist clenching tightly ready for combat. Footsteps come closer toward him till two hands wrap over his black mitt. Looking up it was Isumi, angered at him, by him, and for him in honor of the others. She didn't want him to die. Not again, not ever. How could she? Once was harsh enough.
On the other hand, she guessed Takeru dealt with a Golem before. How he did it is beyond her, unable to imagine the trouble of defeating one. One isn't enough, though. It's never enough. There'd be hundreds and thousands of them marching the lands and pillaging towns. How can she think that low?
The metal palm breaks free of her grip, gently landing on her cheek. She returned the touch, taking his mitt in hand to peck it amorously. The girls naturally didn't expect such loving care from her. Their memory of her was of a brutal, wise, and heroic war hero.
His eyes remain steadfast in pursuit, concern for Michiru notwithstanding. Was he going to back down? Was he ordering a retreat?
"Please…. Please don't go." No. He couldn't retreat. Even if Michiru begged him not to. Because if he did, he'd witness their deaths all over again. Not today.
He relaxed a little giving her a smile, a warm, fuzzy smile. Then he proceeded to wrap himself all over her, making her blush from this sudden hug. His hair covered his eyes, unable to see the girls' reaction. It must've shocked them, perhaps. As he pulls back from her, he gives one ruffle of her maroon hair.
"I'll be back very soon….Michiru." he lowers his alloyed arm. "No….Michi."
"Wha-!?", before she responded, his gem started to glow. A bright, white light covered him, turning into an orb, blasting him off into the ceiling straight like a bullet.
So many questions will be asked after this.
[-]
It's been 10 minutes.
The Golem awaits combat with the esteemed Takeru, but no sign of him anywhere. He hasn't come out of his vessel, at all. The best he found was a bright, white orb, but that couldn't be Takeru. It just couldn't. Unless…
"BAH! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU DEMON!? I DEMAND TO KNOW EXACTLY YOUR PLANS! YOU DARE TRY MY PATIENCE?"
No response from him or anyone. Not even his crewmates have come forth from their shells. This is getting ridiculous. Just what could possibly be more important than his trial of combat? Come out, Shirogane! Come out!
"I MUST SAY, I HAVE GROWN TIRED OF THIS FARCE. SUGGESTING WE FIGHT THEN BACKING OUT IS AKIN TO CRITICIZING THE KING. NOW YOU SHALL FEEL THE POWER OF-"
Suddenly….
A HOWL.
(A-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)
…..
"WHAT? WHO GOES THERE?"
That came from the sky. A howl nearby could only mean….
He looked up. He saw wings. It was a bird. It was a wolf. It was a…..
….
A ROBOT WITH WINGS!
And not just any winged robot. This one has a wolf head on his chest, clawed fingers, and best of all, two-bladed bird wings made of fire. Literal fire.
He soars down toward the Golem, shield ready to deflect any attack, the sword swung around 3 times, before stopping to hover before the beast. By god, he was big.
The robot in question was 30 meters tall, crimson red covering the body, bits of black used sparsely, and a silver faceplate concealing his mouth. Blue eyes and silver X-crest on the head, large pointed shoulders with two miniguns circles on each side. Two cannons stationed on both knees complete with sharpened feet blasting thrust underneath.
"WHO DARES STAND BEFORE ME?"
"Weren't you going to fight me, Zactar scout? Or have you decided to run after all?" That voice…..
That was Shirogane's voice! He's piloting that thing!
"YOU….. NO. NO. THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE!"
"Doesn't look that way now, huh?"
"HOW CAN THIS BE! THERE IS NO WAY ALTERIAN MAGIC CAN BE USED IN A DISGUSTING, UNSTABLE FASHION. YOU ARE MOCKING THE VERY NATURE OF YOUR POWER!"
His arms transformed into single-barrel guns. "Who are you to judge me on that?" He aims for the eye, shoots, and bullseye! The beast's vision is hindered. He howls at the pain, his glove covering his eye.
"YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU!"
"Oh no, such a shame. You lost your eye. But enough playing around.", the blue eyes flash in the rain of blood, "Let's do this, butterball."
Round 1…..
FIGHT!
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The Golem lost his vision. He can't see. Now's the time to strike.
Takeru proceeded to barrage him via laser fire, aiming preciously for the weak spots in the armor. He flew around shooting at all open spots of flesh on the arms. That's when the Golem used his shield to bash forward…..
(KA-BOOSH!)
…...sending Takeru high above.
That wasn't enough. The Golem squats for 5 seconds, giving him enough boost to fling toward the sky. Takeru sees this, dodging him before he impacted. Only to realize…..
(CHI-SWOOOR!)
…..he was in the path of the sword, a spike cutting his back causing him to howl in pain before falling for the ocean.
The Golem hears his screams, rotates his body facing the water, and plunges for Takeru. Raising his sword for a straight kill, he positions it like a rapier for a grand impaling move….
(GA-CHIIING!)
…..only to get caught by Takeru's claws. And stop his entire body from descending. Yes, he stopped a 110-meter monster falling. He squeezed on the blade with sheer force, cracks visible on the blade. Then he swung his body 180', using the sword as a flinging point to hurtle the Golem elsewhere. His hand slipped off the handle, causing him to nose-dive toward the ocean. Takeru took the chance to….
(WHOOOSH!)
…..hurl the damaged blade at his enemy. The Golem raised his shield in defense, but that served no use in the wake of…..
(DRIIING! SPOOOOWN! KE-SOOOT!)
…..his protection punctured in half, cutting his arm off at the shoulder, followed by the blade shattered to pieces. The Golem screams in horror, his arm shooed away by the gravity. Then he…..
(PING!)
…..is stopped. Stopped by a large orange X surrounding him only 20 meters above the water. Electricity zaps him into a paralysis state, unable to move any of his limbs. Unfortunately, it was at that moment, where he meets the eyes of the devil.
Takeru hovers down at a calming pace, bearing witness to his enemy's demise. After that…..
His hands crackled with lighting, a ball of orange energy in his palms. It morphs into a sword. A sword burning relentlessly, a sword made of pure fire. A Flaming Sword.
He fires a string of fire towards the X, setting the alien on fire. At that point, he charged straight for the beast, his sword gaining flames by the second. It grew bigger, faster, and stronger.
Only a few meters away now. He's getting closer. Coming in at any moment now.
Closer…..
Closer…
Closer….
….
(CHA-BOOOOOOOM!)
SPLIT DOWN THE MIDDLE, STRAIGHT CUTTED IN HALF, THIS BITCH IS FINISHED!
A stream of flame pours out the cut, onto his body, and…
(KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!)
…..explodes in a beautiful, timely fashion. Bits and pieces of him plunge for the sea, sparks of flame still attached.
Takeru's sword de-morphs from existence, an empty hand in its wake. The sunlight shines upon him, his X-crest flaring in the warm gleam.
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(Captain's Quarters)
The nighttime is a quiet time. One Takeru can't close his eyes in.
He stands at the window watching the outside sky in a dimly lit room. He wears a simple tank top and pants as pajamas, arms crossed in an imposing stance.
His eyes linger in the darkness, wondering about the future in store. This power of his is wonderful, yet too dangerously exhausting to handle. He relies on his stamina to power the machine. Whatever cuts on the machine, those stay as scars. And worst of all…
….is the thought of dying as a machine. Once he dies, his body goes along with it, effectively reducing it to a necessary trump card.
Besides, it couldn't have been severely ruinous. He was still able to defeat the Golem easily. Albeit too easily. That Golem certainly didn't provide much of a challenge. Was it trying to kill itself, was something else at play here?
(Knock Knock Knock!)
Well now, who could it be at this hour?
Takeru turned around to head for the door. The door had a small panel accommodating holographic buttons. He pushed the middle button on his panel to open it.
"Hey….Shirogane.", a voice belonging to Michiru in her negligee stood. What a surprise to see her alone, but he dismissed it entirely. Perhaps he wanted some company tonight.
"Michiru.", he utters. "What's up? Hard time….sleeping?" Wait, something was wrong. He leaned forward slightly staring more at her eyes. "You're crying.", he noted the tears trailing down, stunned by her sadness.
In the heat of the moment, she lunged directly at him, causing him to walk backward and almost fall. Almost since his bed stopped the fall. The door shuts automatically. Her face is buried in his chest, her arms wrapped around him while his slightly enclosed on her.
"Idiot!", she shouted into him, twitching him a little. "You crazy, psychotic idiot!", he realized the irony of those words. "Do you have any idea…", she looks up, "...how worried we were? How worried I was for you?", her redden face bore no way of ceasing waterworks.
"Michiru…"
"I was scared for my life, damn it! And…. I don't know why. I don't know why I'm so….needy for you. But I….." her voice croaked. "I felt so frightened thinking I'd lose you again."
"..."
"I was there….everyone was there….when you died in that pod. I was the one who ordered Kazama your vital signs. Do you know what she told me later on!?", he shook his head. "She told me…..she told me…..that she'd wished she died instead of you!" Her words horrified him, a small gasp slips out.
"Can you believe that? A soldier of A-01 wishing to take your place in heaven, so convinced you never deserved it. And now…..", she looks forward at his rigid front.
"..."
"... I don't know anymore. There's too much perplexity to it all. Things have changed too much. Our families gone, Humanity nowhere in sight, and you alive again onboard this ship.", she sighed a small breath. "I'm so….confused.", her head buries itself into his chest. Takeru sits in silence consoling the former Captain. Her sobs covered by his wettening top, gauntlet ruffling her hair slowly, but lovingly.
"Michiru?", he posed to her, hearing Isumi's sobs calm down. She looks at him beet red in the face. It saddened him to see her like this, but on the hand, she was kinda cute.
"Do you want to sleep here tonight?", he proposed.
"Wha!?" her blush reddened more, letting go of him to turn away from his direction.
"W-w-w-what are you talking about!? Didn't you listen to what I said? (Yep.). Then why….uh…...why do you want to sleep with me!?", she felt embarrassed to say that.
"Jeez, don't worry about the small details. It'll only be for one night. (That's not what I'm worried about!). Huh? Then what are you…."
"Don't you remember? The other night when you had that nightmare…..and…..uh….(I kissed all of you.) Yes! You kissed all of us, including me! I know it was a goodnight kiss, but …..when I slept…. I …", he stood up, her back to him, distance closing between.
"You….what?", firm hands grasped her shoulders.
"I…dreamt about you."
"That's it?"
"Well, what do you want to say!?", she turned around, eye to eye once again. "I can't say that I…..dreamed about you doing….this and that to me. It'd just make me look bad." A-ha. Now he gets it. So that was the problem.
"Come on. It's pretty late. Why don't you stay here for the night?", what a surprise to her.
"Eh? You'd let me? Even after all I said?"
"Of course, silly. Now come on." he went over to the bed, got into it, and pulled up the blanket. "There's space for one more." she giggled at his antics. They were silly yet very heartwarming.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then…...if you'll excuse me." He opened up a spot to slip in. Michiru got in, then Takeru pulled the blanket over her. The blanket was a striped-red blue, cotton-made blanket. One of the finest ever made.
The two of them stared into each other pupils, butterflies flying around more so in Michiru. Her breath can be felt on Takeru, silently laying there smiling.
"Goodnight, Michiru." He snapped her outta her trance.
"Eh? Oh….goodnight. Shirogane."
"Takeru. (Eh?"). You can call me Takeru, Michiru."
"Oh….. okay. Then…..goodnight, Takeru.", she replied quietly.
He closed his eyes. "Wait a minute.", but opened them at her call.
"What is it?"
"I, uh…..wanted to ask you something first.", she inquired hesitantly.
"Go on. I'm listening."
"How did you….lose your arm exactly? That gauntlet of yours…..is a prosthetic, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"Then how did you lose it? Your real arm, where did it go?"
"That…", he pondered on that. is an a…..really long, frightening, and very personal story."
"You don't wanna talk about it?"
"Let's just say….. I lost it protecting someone in Kyoto. Five days later…..they didn't make it." In reality, that was Michiru. But he couldn't say.
"My condolences to your loss."
"Heh…. wouldn't be the first time.", the two of them chuckled a little, relating to one another's experience in war.
"Say...Takeru?"
"Yeah?"
"Kiss…..me." He breathed a little from that.
"Why?"
"Suddenly I can't sleep now. And I don't think I'd have any good dreams either. So…"
"Alright. You win." Scooting towards her, he promptly closes on her, smooching once with a quick, wet touch. He pulled back to find her heated.
"More?" She looked so adorable wanting more.
The two of them collided again emotions high running on overdrive. Gradually, they start to use their tongues to engage in saliva-swapping action, every second of it hot and heavy as hell.
Eventually, the blanket covers them both in the dark.
[-]
At last, we know of our enemies true identities.
Now the action can truly begin.
All hail our Emperor
[Act 1: Complete]
[Act 2: Starting]
(To be continued)
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Author's note
At last! The story can truly begin!
Good grief, the all-nighters I had to pull for this. For those of you wondering what the robot looks like, check the image cover.
That does make me wonder though: am I focusing too much on Michiru? As in, legit placing too much screentime on her. Cause, frankly speaking, I'm having way too much fun with her.
I don't know. Let me know what you think in the reviews.
Have a good day, everyone. Peace!