Author's note:

So I apologize for the huuuge pause between the chapters, but I was busy with writing my bachelor thesis. That was one damn work, I hated it, but I did it yay!

No lemons T_T again _

Now enjoy the newest chapter :)

Ky Kiske

Ky could hear Sol screaming his name, but he felt like he was in a dream, everything around him was blurry and colourless. He couldn't feel his legs, his arms, his whole body - what was going on?

Sol Badguy

All of a sudden, he could feel the waves of power washing over him, but before he could localize the source, it was too late. Justice appeared right before his Commander and forced her sharp tail into his guts. Ky didn't scream, he didn't even looked shock, he seemed to be in another world.

Sol watched the scene with his heart skipping more than one beat only to scream after the one he cared the most in his life "COMMANDER!". He rushed towards Justice, rushed to save him, to save Ky, to do something, to tear the monster apart – he was about to go berserk. He knew the wound was deadly and his heart was about to burst out of his chest. Before he reached Ky, the Gear pulled her tail out from Kiske letting him collapse on the flour like a lifeless sack. The huge wound was gashing from his stomach, revealing just how human he was.

Sol ran towards him. Once he was next to Kiske he spoke with cracking voice "Commander…sir…p-please…speak to me, just please…" he felt how his whole body started shaking, he wanted to touch him, to brush his hand on his cheek, but he couldn't. Badguy stood there on his knees whole body violently shaking now looking at the dirty and bloody face of his angel. His mind was about to crack, without him, without his Commander, there was just no life for him, just no meaning, just nothing…only emptiness, only pain…abyss. And that was the state he was about to fall in, before he heard the soft voice of the French.

"Sol…" the brunette focused his eyes. Ky reached out and brushed his fingers against Sol's trembling hand.

"Commander…" the Gear whispered.

"You will survive this! You can't just…" he was rudely interrupted by the inhuman screeching of his worst enemy.

"Hahahaha, how sentimental you've turned out to be, Sol! It is quite amusing! So you found someone in your life, whom you actually care about!" Sol turned to Justice, his eyes slits of hatred and rage, his skin was burning with fury – he was going to end this today and now!

Dizzy

She was as shocked and as terrified to see Ky being deadly stabbed, as Sol was. Her eyes filled with tears, but she knew better to not interfere, while Badguy was kneeling next to the dying French. She just watched the Gear's facial expressions change from horror, to fear only to turn into pure hatred and fury.

Suddenly she sensed someone very strange. It was not a Gear and it was certainly not human. She looked around, but couldn't find anybody who could radiate such strange presence.

Just for the blink of an eye a man appeared next to the French and the next second he and Ky were gone. She was shocked – what was going on? Dizzy couldn't finish her thoughts as her ears got pierced by a deafening sound near her. She looked up just to see Sol trying to tear Justice's tail off of her. The Prime Gears screeched and dug her long metal nails in Badguy's arms.

The next second everything went withe, her ears hurt badly and she saw herself and everybody else lying on the dirty ground. She looked down on her, her clothes were torn of, her hair was burned, every body part hurt. Finally, she could hear again – people and Gears alike were scattered everywhere dead or badly injured. Dizzy tried to get up pushing her body with her elbows, curling one leg. She gasped as she focused her eyes on the figure standing some meters away from her. It was Sol, he was covered in blood from top to bottom, his hair was massy and burned, he was wounded everywhere, he had only pants on himself, also torn. His facial expression was however the most scary part of him – his eyes seemed to be filled with only hatred, his teeth gritted in anger, his fists curled with fury, his whole body radiating extreme heat.

"Oh my god…this could be our end this time!" she turned slowly to the voice next to her. It was the strange person she sensed not some minutes ago. She knew him, or better said, she knew what he was.

"We need to get you out of here Miss. I am thinking this will end deadly for anybody who stays here." It was the famous Vampire – Slayer. He helped her up.

Before they were gone she looked one more time at the American – his eyes were fully focused on the Prime Gear in the air.

"Mr. Badguy!" Sol turned to look at the Vampire with his blazing eyes.

"Don't forget your heart!" it was of course not a riddle what Slayer meant by his words and her heart tore apart.

Badguy only narrowed his eyes more, if that was possible before reaching for his headband pulling the leather straps. His red orbs exploded in a burst of red light, his skin turned black, glowing, radiating extreme heat – he revealed his Gear form to them.

Dizzy couldn't let her eyes off of the transformed Badguy, but suddenly she got pulled in some kind of a tunnel. Everything around her got blurry, every sharp shape fused together, she was being transferred to another place.

Erik Schwarz

The Commander was lying in a coma state for a month now. His condition was stabilized, the wound was gone completely. He couldn't say how that was even possible. On the day Ky got deadly wounded, Slayer and Dizzy took him and disappeared for more than two weeks. Not a word about where they took the Commander, or what were they planning to do, nothing. Erik was worried sick, he tried to distract himself with anything he could find – treating the wounded, filling out documents, negotiating with the Superiors. On top of that the American was also gone after he defeated Justice. The battlefront where they fought for some hours was burned to the ground, the only thing they found there were the torn parts of the dead Justice. No trace of Sol.

From time to time Kiske was calling in his sleep, the only words that passed his pale lips were "Sol" and "no" nothing more nothing less. It was frustrating for everybody to see the Commander in such a state, nobody could do anything and Slayer and Dizzy didn't give any answers.

The good news about all the situation were that they practically won the war. The Gears broke in different directions without any orders they were just violent monsters wanting to kill anything on their way, troops were sent out to kill as many as possible. Dizzy was also gone searching for the Prime-Gear Testament and was not back since then. Slayer on the other hand was a leader of one of the searching troops and gave reports every day.

Schwarz was training when the news came in.

"Sir, Mr. Schwarz, the Commander is awake!" as Erik got there everybody that could fit in the tent was standing around the conscious Commander. And there it was, the gentle smile the turquoise eyes of his filled with compassion.

The German's eyes filled with tears, Ky was finally awake. No one could tell how he survived the deadly wound, but everybody knew Slayer and Dizzy did it somehow. After everybody was gone they had some time to talk about the situation they were in, but nobody wanted to open the conversation. Finally, Erik started, "Sir, … I am so glad you … are alive!" his emotions were going to overcome him, if it wasn't for Ky to interrupt him.

"Mr. Schwarz, I was deadly wounded and I have no explanation of how I survived it… "

"Nobody knows Sir, Mr. Slayer and Mrs. Dizzy … they took you immediately out of the battlefield and disappeared for some time, after they came back … you were healed, your wound gone and you were in a coma. They said nothing of how they did it till now." Ky was listening very carefully his eyes stern and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I see, I need to know what happened. In what situation are we now, is Justice alive, where is Mr. Badguy…I remember…" Kiske froze in his sentence his eyes widened.

Ky Kiske

He remembered now, he remembered how he was stabbed by Justice the pain that blinded his senses. And afterwards he just remembered seeing the American who was shaking violently above him, his eyes wide open full of pain and what he had never seen in them – fear. His sent was still in his mind, the warmth of Badguy seemed to still surround him.

"Mr. Badguy … what happened after I was taken away from the battlefield" he tried to fight with his guilty conscious, tried to not blame himself for being so careless letting being stabbed to death by the enemy.

"Mr. Badguy won." Silence, none of them said anything for what felt ten minutes. Did that mean that Sol was alive and Justice dead?

"Justice was torn to pieces by Badguy and himself is gone since then. This is more than a month now. We have no information of where he might have gone and weather if he is even alive…" Ky's heart skipped a beat – even if he … was it possible that he died defeating Justice? No, he couldn't believe that, not Sol. He was unbeatable!

"I see…" Kiske shifted on his bed looked down on his hands, which were closed in a tight grip, only to look back at Erik "did you send troops for searching for Mr. Badguy?"

"Yes Sir, I did, even Commander Kliff himself went on a searching mission, but no trace of him… I am sorry" Ky looked down on his hands again so Sol was gone and there was no information of if he was alive, why was he even concerned about that? Without the American his life would be so less complicated, without him, he would focus on the important stuff, like …

"So, did we win the war, I mean…"

"Yes, we did!" now Erik smiled for the first time revealing the relief in his eyes. Kiske leaned back on his bed and smiled, he closed his eyes but the only person that appeared before him was the tall American. Still there was no time to think of him, there was probably a lot to be done yet!

"I feel fine and I think, I have to speak with Mr. Slayer and MRs. Dizzy. They definitely need to report how they managed to save me from my death and …"

"Sir, please you need to relax, you just woke up and forcing yourself isn't…"

"Always so kind Mr. Schwarz, but there is still a lot to be done and I don't feel like lying around anymore. I was out for more than a month and I already feel horrible about it. No, buts Mr. Schwarz" he knew very well the German would try to argue with him.

"Yes, Sir. I think Commander Kliff would visit you as soon as he is finished talking to the Superiors."

"I see, yes!"

"Sir, do you want me to send out troops to find Mr. Badguy?" why was this name mentioned again. He looked at Erik saying nothing for some time. He was lost in his memories, just before everything went black he remembered seeing Badguy showing his true appearance. Black skin, blood red eyes, claws, teeth – a true Gear. Still Ky remembered feeling not scared from this sight, but relieved to finally see, who Badguy really was.

"No… I think Mr. Badguy will return to us, if he managed to survive the battle." He didn't even want to think of Sol being dead, his body lying somewhere rotting in the merciless sun, that was just not like him.

"Understood"

After this they talked about other things then the war, they drank tea and just laughed like old times. At some point, Erik looked at the in shock and said they should rest, since tomorrow would be another exhausting day even if there were no battles to win in literal mean. Kiske agreed and wished him a pleasant night.

Ky fell asleep quickly, somehow his body was tired, even though he didn't move for such a long time. On the other morning, he demanded to talk to Sayer and Dizzy and they were summoned somehow.

"I need to know, what happened. How did you manage to save me. I was wounded deadly!" Kliff and Erik, Dizzy and Slayer were sitting in the main tent now and everybody's eyes were piercing the bespectacled man. No even bothered to ask how both of them managed to come back in such a short time.

"Well Commander, let us just say, we looked for a very special Doctor, and we found him by the way, who knows how to treat such wounds." Slayer's fingers were crossed and his eyes closed, his calm face didn't change during any of his words.

"Yes, and in order to do that a special blood was needed…" Dizzy continued.

"Special blood" Ky was curios, he wanted to know how!

"The Doctor used the blood of a Gear in order to save you." The French's mouth twitched "a..Gear's blood?!"

"My blood Ky, I gave my blood in order to save you! And it worked. The Doctor did it, he transferred some of my blood into your veins…" she looked gently at him her face beautiful and sad.

"I don't understand … what does that mean now?" he was about to go mad, was he saved just to become a Gear?! His body was tensed till the edge of bursting, his senses were so sharp, that it felt like he was being murdered again.

"We don't know as well Ky, the Doctor said – the Gear blood would heal you. So we asked no more questions and gave our permission to save you…"

"Yes, but does that mean… I am a…. a …. ?!" he couldn't even say it out loud. He need all of his will not to scream at the elegant man.

"No! the Doctor assured us, this won't turn you into a Gear, he explained that turning someone into a Gear requires much more complicated actions. However, he said he doesn't know the side effect of the Gear's blood. So, we should be having an eye on you." Slayer opened his eyes, revealing just how serious the situation was.

Kiske didn't know what to respond to this. It turned out his life was entirely connected with Gears. No matter how hard he was trying to fight against them, they were pulling him towards them, closing the gap between them. He was about to marry a Gear, he was sleeping with a Gear and now it turned out he had Gear blood running through his veins.

"My blood should be gone by now, so you are a complete human again Ky." He got pulled from his thoughts to look at Dizzy's beautiful face and smiled "thank you Dizzy, for giving me my life again."

After this, he decided there was no need to discuss this topic anymore, he was alive so he could continue with his duties as usual. He asked of what had to be done, about the Gears' positions and how many died and how many were wounded – he asked everything not related to his almost death.

The only thing he wanted to forget, but was occupying his mind all the time – was Sol Badguy alive?