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 Britain 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

Did you know the space between where Fanfiction let's the story start and where the title begins is centered? Neither did I!

Also, I just learned Brigid is German...oops. Hey! That's the chapter name of my lastest DP One-Shot!

Also, I suck at legends and stuff.

Also, I'm sorry this is a very short chapter; I wanted to end it there.

Also, I say also too much. Wait. Didn't I already say that?

Chapter 11

Mr. Bubbles Speaks

"You're the Blue Haired Angel!"

"And that means..." Andropov pressed. Brigid paused for a moment, as if considering to speak or not. He waited for a moment. She shook her head and Andropov rolled his eyes. "Nevermind."

Jiro sighed and he and Andropov exchanged uncertain looks. Brigid pulled out a case of red liquid and tossed it down to Andropov who caught it without trouble. "Here's some ADAM," she said, rolling her S like an R. "You can perchase other plasmids when you collect enough."

Andropov and Jiro nodded. "And take thes backpack, too, to care all your stuff in," The backpack was black, and rather large. Since Jiro already had the sword on his back, Andropov was the one to haul the bag around.

"For every Little Sister you save, you will learn one line from the legend of the last Blue Haired Angel," Brigid began. "And for every Little Sister you harvest, one part of your very soul, of your being, will become evil."

Andropov and Jiro looked at each other in fear. Jiro looked back at Brigid. "What's the first line?"

There is said one day, a young boy with blue hair who will come to Rapture and break it of it's spell.

"Sounds lovely," Andropov muttered, pulling the tips of his hair down to his eye level. "Kinda obvious the kid had blue hair, other wise it would just be Angel, rather then the long title it was given."

Jiro snickered.

"I didn't make it up, so you can save your comintary for after I and any Little Sister are out of earshot," Brigid hissed. Jiro and Andropov surpressed their giggles to not cause anymore insulting emotions on Brigid.

"Right," Jiro muttered. "We'll be on our way now."

Andropov and Jiro waved one last time before leaving the room. Brigid sighed. "The war has begun."

...

Alone in the dark room, she watched as the boys left the room. The girl chuckled darkly, stroking the cat in her hands. "What childish jibber, don't you think, Mr. Bubbles?"

The cat meowed miserably, longing to run on his own. The girl frowned. "Those legends were little bedtime stories children came up with just to make feel safe," She tilted her head in curiousity, one teal eye revealed in the light. Her voice lowered with a little girl's anger. "Like he used to..."

The cat leapt from her lap and ran off to drink some milk in a small blue bowl with "Mr. Bubbles" engraved on it. Mr. Bubbles eventually stopped his meal and turned to the small female, who had spun her chair around to glare at him.

Suddenly, Mr. Bubbles began to speak in a low, formal voice, "May I advise you, Sister, to rid of the filthy sewer rats before they begin to bite into the cheese?"

The cat speaking didn't seem to shock the girl, rather she seemed calmer then before. "No," she said firmly. "The cheese is poisoned."

...

Andropov sighed with exsagerated exhaustion. "Can we rest now?" he whined, already sitting on the ground. Jiro rolled his eyes and sat beside his friend.

"Here," he said quietly, offering an energy bar. "Eat this. I know you haven't eaten since Steinman kidnapped you."

Andropov accepted it in silence and munched on the bar timidly. Jiro could tell his friend's mind was elsewhere. "What's wrong, Andro?" he asked, bring Andropov back into reality. He shook his head.

"It...It's nothing," he bearly whispered. "I'm just...thinking."

Jiro leaned in a little closer. "About what?"

Andropov was silent for a moment, taking a small bite of the bar and swollowing it almost whole. "About..." his voice trailed off, as if it was a sensitive topic. And Jiro knew Andropov was an emotional kind of guy. The most kind of emotion he ever saw on him was when he blushed around Kluke before things had gotten settled.

Jiro placed a gental hand on Andropov's shoulder. "If you don't wanna talk about it, it's fine," he said. "We can talk about it when you're ready."

Andropov smiled weakly and killed off the rest of his bar. "We should continue," he insisted, standing up and beginning down the hall. He stopped and turned to Jiro, who hadn't moved yet. He smiled a little more. "And, uh, thanks."