Author's note:

Finally, I wrote one more chapter :) sorry for the huge delays

While writing this chapter, I listened to Massive Attack. For the scene with Dizzy, I especially liked listening "Inertia creeps" and "Angel" ;)

Lemons kind of O_o

Enjoy :)

Ky Kiske

Two more months passed and Ky was completely recovered now. He started training as soon as he felt better in order get his body work properly again. He trained with his soldiers, but mostly with Schwarz.

Kliff had talked to the National Heads and they ordered them to stay in New Australia for six more months to be very sure, if the Gears had given up on fighting.

Throughout all this time, there was no trace of Sol and of course Justice. Her body parts were spread around the now abandoned battlefield, but everybody still had this one thought of "what if, she survived somehow".

Ky tried to get closer to Dizzy so he visited her every day. They had a lot to talk about, they laughed, they ate and drank tea together, but still Ky couldn't fall in love with her. Every time he saw the blue haired Gear, he was reminded of Badguy – just where was that brute? The French tried to occupy his mind with everything possible in order not to think about the American. But, what was going to happen, if he comes back? He said, he is going to relocate him. Ky remembered the confusion in Sol's eyes. He had no choice but to obey his command. Kiske sighed and continued with the paper work he wanted to finish till the end of the day.

Four more months were left. After that, they have to go to New France and discuss further approaches with the National Heads. If Sol didn't appear in this time, they had to leave without him. What if he would never see him again? What if he was really dead…? Why was his heart beating like that? Why his stomach ached, every time he thought of the rude man being dead?

"Ky, are you okay?" he got pulled back into reality, by the gentle voice of Dizzy.

"I am sorry…I was just thinking of… something…"

It was late in the night and they just finished dinner. Ky had drank wine, much more than he wanted, but there was no other way to ban his thoughts. There were sitting in his tent, the candles were almost burned down and everything around them was dark and quiet.

Suddenly Dizzy leaned and kissed him, she got more confident once Sol was gone. She kissed him more often on the cheeks, or mouth, they even tried to hold hands during their walks. And now she kissed him again, since Ky was blurry in the head he let it happen and closed his eyes. Dizzy deepened the kiss, putting on arm on the side of his face.

"Commander…" by this word Ky opened his eyes, which were wide and shocked and he pulled quickly back from her.

"Ky…what …" the Gear looked at him surprised, her red eyes sparkling in the candle light.

"I am sorry Dizzy, I am tired, can we maybe let it be for today?" it was more a plead than an offer. The blue haired girl stood up and furrowed he eyebrows.

"You need to move on, Ky!" the French turned his eyes on her to look at her face. What did she mean? She was standing there being a bizarre appearance as always – her wings, one black and one white, spread, her eyes blood red and flashing, her blue hair falling behind her back like silk and her tail moving impatiently. She stopped dressing in the provoking leather outfit she used to, now she wore the uniform of the Holy Order. The situation he was in, irritated him "I am sorry…I am afraid, I don't understand?"

"You are still stuck with the thought of Badguy, aren't you?" Kiske jerked by the mention of that name.

"I…" he looked to his feet, how did she know? "I am concerned, if he survived the battle…he killed Justice after all…"

Dizzy

She remembered Sol kneeling before Ky. She remembered how scared he was, his body was shaking violently – she has never seen the American like that. For her, he was just a godforsaken brute, but his love to Ky was genuine and pure. She felt for Ky the same way and she wanted at least a chance to win his heart and since Badguy was gone now, she had a chance.

So, she decided on making a move tonight. She knew the French was a little bit drunk and this state made him vulnerable – she hated using this condition of his, but otherwise the Blonde was just consumed with other thoughts.

She walked towards the French, who was still looking down on his feet, body slumped together. She lifted his head, his eyes were full of sadness, he seemed to feel guilty of what happened on the battle field.

"Stop blaming yourself!" she kissed him again, but this time she forced her tongue inside Ky's mouth. Her hands start moving around his body, quickly finding their way down on his gender. The Blonde gasped and tried to back up. He reached behind him and couldn't find a hold, so he dropped on the chair behind him. He looked up to her with a shock "Dizzy…I…"

Ky Kiske

Dizzy didn't back up, she leaned over him and kissed him again, her hands found once again their way on his penis. Ky felt hot, he wasn't touched like that since…since Sol raped him that night and that was more than three months from now. Naturally, his body reacted, he closed his eyes, he wanted to push her away, but it felt too rude to do so, so he just put his hands on her shoulders.

"We need to stop, Dizzy, I can't" his eyes stayed closed for a second more, before he looked at her again.

"Why? Do you think, you won't like it?" she didn't seem to joke with that question. Why wouldn't he like it?

"No, I just believe in …my religion tells us to wait until we are married…please Dizzy." Her eyebrows furrowed for a fraction of a second, before she said, "I want you, Ky." Dizzy's eyes narrowed with passion and her full lips parted. "Please do respect my religion Dizzy, I beg you as a future husband." There was nothing else he could say in this situation now, without hurting her. He didn't want this, he didn't love her and no matter how his aching body reacted, this is not what he was aiming for with his actions towards her.

"Don't worry, I won't break the rules of your religion, I myself know, what your religion teaches." She leaned closed to him, their faces just millimetres away "I know it by hard, but the rules there are very blurry, so there is no rule, which forbids, what I will do next."

Saying that the Gear unbuckled Ky's belt and slipped her hand inside his underwear. Kiske closed his eyes and inhaled loudly. Dizzy freed his hard penis and kneeled before him.

"Dizzy, this is not the way…" before he could finish his words, she took him whole, in her mouth. He leaned his head back, looking at the black corners of his tent. It felt really good, her movements were very skilful – did she ever did that before? He couldn't actually believe that this gentle girl was doing something like that.

Ky was too embarrassed to look down on her, so he kept on staring at the ceiling of his tent. His breathing got shallow and he dug his nails at the corners of the chair he was sitting on. Dizzy quickened her moves making nasty sounds from time to time. As she sucked on the top of his penis, he gasped and looked down, only to close his eyes "uhm.." he gritted his teeth, he didn't want to let any sounds out, but it was impossible considering the situation he was in. As soon as his eyes closed, Sol appeared before him with bare chest, sweating, his eyes burning with passion, his overwhelming sent and heath flouting Kiske's senses "ahhh…uh…". Ky exhaled loudly and bend over, he was gasping every time Dizzy took him in deeply, but in his mind Badguy was towering above him, strong and arrogant.

The French was on his limit and he leaned back on his chair arching his back "open yourself for me, my sweet Commander" with the deep voice of the American in his ears, Ky came, his body tensed by the violent climax.

"Ky…uhmm..." he quickly opened his eyes, why was Dizzy here? As his mind realized it was the blue haired Gear that pleasured him, the Blonde stood up quickly pulling back the chair behind him and took a napkin from the table. He kneeled before the Gear and tapped the sperm he had spilled on her "I…I am so sorry, Dizzy…please…let me".

Dizzy

It was so cute, how much the French was embarrassed by the situation. She grabbed his hands gently "please Ky, don't worry."

"I…I just …" the Blonde stopped in his motion and looked down, his body started shaking.

"What is it Ky? What happened, are you all right?" Ky just shook his head, his body shaking even harder now. Was he sick? Were those the side effects of her blood inside him?

He looked up to her, his eyes were full of sadness. Now, she regretted of what she did to him. She pushed him too hard, too soon.

"Ky, I am sorry…I didn't want to…" she leaned towards him, but the Blonde inverted his head.

"It is none of your fault Dizzy…I just don't know, what to do…" now, she understood.

She stood up "if you want to move on, you need to confess to yourself, Ky" she saw confusion in his eyes.

"I don't understand…" He quickly buckled his belt and zipped his pants only to stand up.

"Your mind seems to be occupied with Sol Badguy!" she felt angry now, she just gave him her love and all she saw in him was denial. And it was all the American's fault, he was the one who stole Ky from her! But she was not going to give up that easily. She wanted the French with all her heart and body and this was just the first step.

Ky shook his head in confusion again "I…my mind is occupied with a lot of things actually."

"I am sure, Ky, but you seem to miss Sol. Am I right?"

"Miss him?!" his body tensed. "I am just worried, if he is alive…" is all he could say, it felt like he wanted to change the topic immediately. He sat down on the chair behind him and put his head in his hands. "I just, we won this war Dizzy and I am supposed to be happy, but all I feel is like one burden fell from my shoulders and another one replaced it…"

She was still standing there waiting, if he would tell her, how he really felt about Badguy. She observed his handsome features, his flawless face, full lips, silky hair, the torques eye – she was falling in love even deeper with him.

"Next step is to marry you…and I am glad it is you, you are the kindest person on this planet, you are gentle and beautiful and most important your heart is pure. Everybody has sins, but I believe in kindness and that is what I see in you." Dizzy looked down to her feet, that was not true, she was not as pure and kind as Ky thought, her past was dark and she hoped never to have to speak of it.

"I would do everything in my power to fall I love with you, Dizzy, but I need time…and even if the war is over, there is so much to do…there are so many people we still need to help…wars don't end just like that…and" before he could say something more, the Gear moved towards him and put a pale hand on his shoulder.

"I understand, but that was not what I meant before, Ky. Think of my words and try to confess to yourself." She leaned over and kissed him gently.

"I am so sorry, Dizzy, I never wanted to involve you in my life…I never wanted to involve anybody…" the Gear smiled to him and left him.

She cried, while she walked throughout the night, her heart ached so much. How was she supposed to win him, if he was not even aware of his own feelings towards that…that brute! She hated Badguy of what he did to the Commander, she hated him of being the first one that mat and claim Ky for himself.

Ky Kiske

Ky's head was still blurry after all this. Dizzy had pleasured him in a very intimate way and it felt good, but there was just no comparison of how he felt, when Sol did that to him. And he even thought of the boorish American, during her act. Why, why he couldn't just forget about him? Did that Gear corrupt him somehow?

"Please keep me sane Commander…I need you" these words were in Kiske's head all the time. Was Badguy fearing of losing his humanity, if he was not around? He didn't know. He hoped he could sleep this night, he needed it so badly.

Sol Badguy

Was there even a point in coming back to the Holy Order?

Sol was a mess, after he defeated Justice, he tore her apart, again and again, till every piece was satisfyingly small. He kneeled on the ground covered in blood, somehow, he found his headband and put it on, he looked around – abyss. Only the parts of Justice were there and more body parts, of humans? Gears? Did it matter? Sol laughed madly, she was dead "take that, bitch!" he stopped abruptly and focused his gaze again – there was even something more on the ground, dust and blood, bones and guts… was the war over now? He looked around again and saw this one spot, where his Commander was wounded deadly.

He pushed his aching and shaking body up and dragged himself to the blood puddle, which was just a dry, ugly brownish blotch now. It looked so beautiful – the blood of his angle. He put a trembling hand on the blotch and ran through it, making his already dirty hand cover in dry bloody dust. He leaned down and gently touched the brownish earth with his dry lips, closed his eyes – a scream broke out from deep underneath his soul. He didn't know, how long he kneeled there his hands dug in the dirt, his forehead leaned on the ground, him inhaling the dust – but he didn't care, every little drop that left his body, evaporating immediately. At some point, he just lied there going over and over the blotch – remembering his Commander, every little detail of him.