You know, I was thinking about this story while I was listening to some music. I was listening to 'Over and Over' by three days grace and it reeeaallly fits Sync in this story...
You'd have listen to it to understand...
But I think it really does...
Any who, I just had to mention that, I hope you like the story!
It had only been about ten minutes since the boat first took off. But Luella was already restless. She wasn't sure if she should tell anyone about the whole sync looking like Ion ordeal...but there was always Guy. He had seen him too; maybe he would know what's going on...
Most of the group was out on the dock, currently, except for Luke and Guy, who were in the room with her. They were enraptured in their conversation—though she really had no idea what they Hell they were talking about...
She needed to talk to Guy, she just had to know what was going on...
"Guy, can I talk to you?" She called from across the room. He turned slightly to look at her.
"Uhh, sure, I guess..." He stuttered, "What about?"
"In private..." She hissed, glaring at Luke from the corner of her eye. He only glared back.
"What if I don't want to leave?" He challenged, squaring his shoulders. Luella reached out towards the bed she was sitting by, gripping the stand, and with a small blast of fonons (she could at least do this much) it snapped in half.
"A-Alright, I'm out, I'm out!" He stuttered—she was sure he wasn't aware that she used fonons, he must have thought it was brute strength. He rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Guy..." She began slowly, "Did you see it...?"
He gave her a confused—yet worried—glance, "Excuse me?"
She seemed to stumble over her own words, "Back at Choral Castle, the mask, and..." She trailed off, but he caught the just of the conversation.
"...You saw it too..." He mumbled sighing.
Yeah, she thought, I saw it up close and personal, then got chased down the hall and shoved against a wall...
But she only nodded. "Why did he...I mean..." She couldn't get the words out; it was something strange to speak about.
"I don't know for sure, but my theory is..." He said, pausing for a short time, "I think he's a replica."
She gave him a blank look, "Repli...ca?"
"You mean you never heard of replicas?" he queried, staring at her in disbelief.
She laughed bitterly, "Yeah, I've pretty much been living under a rock my entire life..."
"Well..." He began, "I can try to explain."
She nodded enthusiastically, getting into a more comfortable position to listen better, without fidgeting.
"It's forbidden, but...People--seventh fonists--will get the DNA of someone, and, using the seventh fonon, make an exact copy. They look the same, sound the same, but—unless raised in exactly the same way—they wouldn't act the same..."
Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, so Sync was Ion's...replica?
"You think sync is a replica of Ion?"
"Yes, but I don't know for sure, so we shouldn't jump to conclusions. He could be a relative, or..."
No, she objected inwardly, I already classified relative as an affirmative no..."I see..." she murmured. There was a rapping at the door.
"Yeah?" Luella called, the door opened.
It was Tear, "Luella!" She gasped, "I'm glad I found you, you need weapons, right?"
Luella nodded excitedly, causing Tear to smile, "Good, some with me..."
As fast as humanly possible, Luella bound out the door, bouncing along behind Tear with excitement. Tear led her to a small room, with a relatively young man in the corner...
He was selling weapons.
Luella squealed with delight and ran up to the man, he handed her a list politely of all the weapons he had available. She scanned through the list, pausing on certain weapons, then moving on—but keeping them in mind.
"Tear, how much am I allowed to spend?" She inquired, still focused on the sheet in front of her.
"Well, how much do you want to buy?" She asked, obviously confused. She though Luella would only buy one weapon...maybe two, how many was she planning on getting?
"Ohh, I don't know...maybe...seven?"
"Seven?!" She gasped, "Why seven?!"
"Well," Luella drawled, "I need a sword, some knives would do me good--they sell them in packs, they have a staff here, I like those, maybe a couple guns, and look!" She exclaimed, pulling two things out from behind the man, "Twin swords!"
"But..." Tear objected, "How will you carry all this?"
Luella scoffed slightly, "Watch this." She said.
She pulled out the two guns, strapping them on either side of her belt, then took the sword and put on her right hip, the knives she placed in a pack on her thigh, then the twin swords, she crossed diagonally on her back.
"Tada!"
Tear only shook her head, "How about...three?" She compromised. Luella frowned but nodded and took the Twin swords off, along with one gun and the staff.
"What if it isn't enough?" She whined as Tear paid for the weapons.
"I'm sure it will be Luella." She encouraged as they walked out on deck. The rest of the group had been there.
"What we miss?" Luella asked casually. Anise was the one who answered, as Luke glared hatefully at Luella—most likely for threatening him.
"A strange little robot just committed suicide by jumping into the ocean..." She stated casually, Luella's right eyebrow rose slightly.
"Okay..." She drawled.
They walked out on deck, Luella and Anise chatting as if they hadn't seen each other in years, but a voice cut their conversation short.
"Looks like we meet again Jade..." It drawled. Luella recognized that voice immediately.
"Damn it..." she murmured under her breath.
"Well if it isn't Dist the runny..." Jade drawled teasingly, Dist's face paled.
"It's Rose! R-O-S-E Rose!"
"Don't you mean Dist the reaper?" Anise questioned.
"It's Rose Damn it! Rose!!" He bellowed.
"Careful," Jade warned, "You know how your nose runs when you get angry..."
Dist growled threateningly, "No it doesn't!" He growled once again, "Just give me the fon disk data!"
"You mean this?" Jade asked, holding up a few documents. Dist swooped in and swiped them out of his hands.
"How careless Jade." He bragged.
"You can have them; I've already memorized their contents..."
Dist froze, his face turning red, "Oh, you'll pay for that! Kaizer Dist X!!" He screamed.
As he called the name, a giant robot appeared—its head a giant sphere, with small legs and two giant arms, one with a claw, the other with a drill. The whole of it was a bronze color.
They broke out into a fight. Damn, Luella was happy she got her weapons again.
The robot took a swipe toward Luella, who jumped out of the way easily. She quickly ran up to the robot from behind and stabbed it with her newly acquired sword, but just as quickly as she had came, she jumped back to avoid it's arm swinging toward her. With its other arm--the one applied with a drill--it struck Anise, who fell back to the ground, but quickly got back up.
Luella could tell she was getting weaker. Grabbing an apple gel, she called Anise's name, and tossed it to her. Anise caught it, then looked back at Luella, her eyes widening.
"Look out!" She called, but just as Luella began to turn around, the giant robot knocked her forward, whacking her on the head and sending her forward. The pain left her disoriented for a few seconds, before her vision became a little less shaky; she pulled out the gun, aiming it at the shoulder of the robot's arm.
She shot. The bullet wedged in between two circuits that allowed it to move that arm. The robotic monster shook its arm slightly, but it wouldn't budge.
"Why must you always make things more difficult?" A voice seethed from behind her. She glared back at Dist, who was situated on his chair behind her.
"I have certain orders—you're coming with me." He ordered, reaching out toward her. She stood up to jump away, but the sudden change in positions left her head spinning, and she quickly collapsed back to the floor. Dist smirked and pulled her up onto the chair, using a small attachment to his chair to stop her from struggling. He flew off in his chair.
The fight ended not too long after Dist had left, the team had been too busy with the robot, and they didn't get a chance to notice.
"Hey, Luella, great job with the..." Anise began, but trailed off, seeing Luella nowhere, "...bullet..." She finished.
"Where is she?" Luke asked, looking around, "Dist is gone too."
"Uh oh..." Anise whined.
The disorientation had worn off a while ago, but Luella knew she'd have a bruise to remember it by. She was currently squirming, trying her best to get free.
"Let me go!" She ordered, pulling from the contraption...she couldn't budge.
"I don't think so..." He said simply. Luella continued to struggle, though it seemed to get her nowhere.
Or at least, that was what she thought, until she got one arm free.
Dist was completely oblivious to the fact Luella was slowly prying the metal arms off of her, so of course it came as quite a surprise to him when he felt himself being kicked off the chair. He fell off quickly, as Luella climbed into the spot he was previously in, and struggled to take control of the chair. She flew off in jagged motions. Leaving Dist in the middle of the forest they had been flying over.
"Oh no..." He sighed, "Sync's not going to like this..."
He turned slowly to face him, "You...lost her?" He inquired icily.
Dist stumbled over his own words, "Well, I...I mean, she flew off with my chair and--"
"You lost her?!" Sync bellowed, taking a few long strides up to Dist, "How could you lose her?! Are you saying you have no idea where she is?!"
"Yes," Dist squeaked. Sync grabbed him by the neck, his glare intensifying tenfold.
"You pathetic, good for nothing--"
"Sync, I-I--"
"I told you if I found her injured I'd kill you..." he growled, bringing Dist's face closer to his, "But you lost her...
"I'll make sure to do so much worse..."
He pulled his fist back to bash his face in as the hold on his throat tightened.
"B-But I might know how to find her!" Dist choked out, as Sync froze. His grip loosened, letting Dist fall to the ground.
"How?" He questioned. Dist shook his head.
"I don't think I want to tell you now..." He said, but Sync cut him off.
"Dist, you'd better tell me..." He growled, stepping toward him.
"Okay, okay!" Dist caved, "Look," he said, pulling a small device out. "We use this! It can track down my chair!"
Sync stared at the small device warily, before nodding curtly. "Come on," he ordered, "We're going after her."
Hurray! I finally have it finished! I hope you liked it!