Smoking a cigar a boy stood near the harbor, he wore a black tuxedo with a red undershirt and black tie.
As several workers unloaded some crates into a truck he was approached by an elderly japanese man.
"Excuse me sir...would you mind if I learned your name?"
Those brown eyes slowly closed as the boy released a cloud of smoke. "The name is Rook, Chris Rook" holding out his hand the older man shook his hand.
"I'll be seeing you around, I hope" walking towards the now loaded truck the boy got on the passenger seat as a woman dressed in the same manner took the wheel and drove off.
"Sir the building has been secured and cleaned" she informed him as she slowly moved through the broken streets of japan.
"Excellent, wake me up when we make it there"
"Yes sir"
Closing his eyes the boy pretended to be asleep while in reality he was running plans for his future preparations.
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"Alright class please take your seats, today we have a new transfer student coming all the way from area 5" introduced their teacher. "You may come in" opening the door a girl dressed in black with her blue hair done in a ponytail stepped inside.
Behind her was Chris his gray hair was slicked back. "You may leave now Marcia, keep me updated on the shop"
Saluting she marched out of the classroom. The students whispered amongst themselves wondering what was the deal with him. With no proper answer they watched as he made his introduction.
"My name is Chris Rook, I'm married and working, the woman who stepped out is my wife" whispers were heard.
Coughing into his fist the teacher brought order to the classroom. "Take any seat that's available mister Rook"
"Thank you kindly teacher"
The day proceeded as normal. The academy was as lively as it always was.
Lunch break came without any surprise as the boy sat by the fountain eating his meal. His phone rang and he answered as he chewed on his meal.
"Mhm?"
"Master we have some problems"*
His frows pressed together as he payed closed attention to the phone call.
"There's some strange activity going on around here, I've had the guards take positions around the building but I suspect something big is about to go down"*
Finishing his meal Chris stood up. "Stay low and don't leave the building Marcia, I'll be there in a moment"
"Master please, stay were you are things could get-"*
The call ended suddenly. Gazing at the screen he could only deduced that the signal has been jammed.
"Damnit, not even one week in and I'm already forced to abandon my disguise..."
Running out of the school grounds Chris needed to hurry or the lives of his partners would be over before he knew it.
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Shinjuku Ghetto
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An arrow at ready, the window cracked and with good position. The arrow was released as a Britannian soldier fell to the floor dead.
"Commander enemy reinforcements spotted at 8 o'clock" informed a guard as he too prepared his bow. "Everyone we must do all in our power to keep this place from falling into their hands"
Cocking a second arrow she took cover as a hail of bullets demolished the windows killing three guards. Fueled by vengeance she ran in a crouch. From her new position she took the arrow and changed a spell.
"Tundra bless my soul"
A blue mist covered the arrow which she quickly prepared and fired in the direction the enemy was firing. Ducking behind cover she moved far away from the openings. Seconds of silence passed as a wave of cold air hit the windows.
Approaching the torn windows and hole covered wall she could see many soldiers and enemy vehicles turned to frozen figurines. She was silent as she observed several of the guards on her side struggling to crawl away from the absolute zero temperature.
But it was useless. The sound of vehicles approaching the street reminded her that this was a battle to the finish. Her samurai armor the pride she was given by her master. The bow made of iron and strong wood the destiny she chose.
Her talents and oaths were paths destiny gave her. And today she would make them count.
"Tundra bless my soul"
A second arrow was released, two apc's were frozen and a KLF lost half of it's body. With no guards left Marcia knew this was do or die.
A red machine leapt down from the tunnels further ahead. She prepared an arrow to end this one despite feeling drained. Behind it three KLF followed suit one of these was colored purple.
Gazing at the red machine and later at the purple accompanied by two gray ones she gambled on the targets.
"Bend the earth and give in"
One final arrow was released from the bow, passing by the red machine and heading towards the leg of the purple one. Snow figures broke apart as the entire street in which they stood had suddenly collapsed.
The red machine stopped and looked back to analyze the situation. With the enemy trapped inside a pit the pilot now had time to form a proper plan.
Gazing at the large building on it's side it focused on the now tired and panting woman. It's optics closed in and the pilot was confused about this. Not one to be ungrateful the machine came close to the archer and held a hand out.
"I saw what you did with that arrow just now, if you come with me I can take you somewhere safe" it was a girl. Marcia exhausted agreed to accept aid from this stranger. Climbing aboard the hand she made her way to the shoulder.
The cockpit opened and the girl with red hair presented herself. "I didn't know we had resistance fighters this far inside enemy territory" she commented with a smile.
"We just moved into the neighborhood, by the way ha-ugh!" Her voice was cut off as she felt a powerful wave of nausea rush through her head. Her eyes blurred as she fell forwards.
"H-hey!" Grabbing hold of her the girl was confused about what to do. Hearing the sound of an approaching helicopter she closed the hatch and moved the woman behind her.
"Now if only someone could explain to me why are there so many ice figurines around this street it would make my life easier" she muttered as she drives past the figures, the remaining KLF was immobile with her stun baton she reeled her arm back. Crushing the frozen chest in, the pilot died from the impact.
Not staying for a second longer she drove down the street.
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"Fools and imbeciles wish for world conquest my son, you must strive for something bigger like myself"
Said an old man as he was being nursed by two beautiful women. Standing by the door was a tall beauty of dark skin and short dark blue hair. In all of his life the boy wondered what was her relationship with his father.
"Now take this cup, we drink to celebrate the two hundredth heir of summoning" raising their plastic cups the foul smelling white liquid made the boy cringe. Swallowing the liquid they were silent before the old man whispered words that would shape his future.
"Murder all those aristocrats my son, you'll find true meaning in life"
Looking at the old man with hatred he knew his father had no other use for him, except to Inherit his impossible legacy.
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Angry and concerned for the one person he cared for. Chris marched through the streets which now we're filled with fires, Soldiers lied burnt or half burnt, vehicles melted all the while he looked and marched forward.
A girl was on the ground bleeding. Her eyes begged to be saved. His eyes reflected her desire. Blinking he waved his hand as a mighty wall of flames consumed her body. His hand fell to his side and the boy proceeded unhindered.
'It was as though death was nothing more than a common misshapen during life for him, could one who believe so, truly be considered a human being?'
These thoughts clouded his mind as he ran through the streets. Gunfire, screams and explosions could be heard.
Flashes of gunfire made him stop and gaze at the apartment to his right. Blood dropped down from the rooftop. deep down inside his mind he couldn't help but feel disgusted.
"Are you dead or are you being tortured Marcia? Has anyone ever told you that your left eye gazes in another direction opposite of your right?"
His palms faced the building as his mind wrestled against these emotions he never felt before. "Tundra let your mighty strength be known"
Small lines of ice raced towards the building filling the entire thing and it's inside in a matter of minutes. Powerful shocks were felt as the building proceeded to shatter small white pieces fell like snowflakes.
Approaching his position soldiers who gave their lives for a cause were prepared to put him down.
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At the command center
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"Sir we are receiving reports of units mysteriously banishing in the midst of combat" reported a soldier as he looked over the reports.
"That's preposterous they're slacking off, tell them if they don't get moving we'll have them beheaded!" Shouted one bald and large man.
"Easy there commander Bartley, we wouldn't want you having a heart stroke would we?" A voice asked filled with joy.
Blonde hair and a face to die for. This is Clovis la Britannia.
"But your majesty-"
With a shake of his head Clovis stood up. "Head over to the site and oversee our preparations, I shall take command of my troops as one of noble blood should"
"Y-yes your majesty at once" he replied filled with relief.
"Deploy all reserve teams, if they would require to then erase the Shinjuku Ghetto"
"Sir" relaying their orders the operators were quiet. None realized just how perturbed Clovis became afterwards.
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On board one KLF
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'everything entering the right wing is being disconnected from the terminal...strange the rebels are located on the back, whatever is causing so much damage must be a weapon of incredible power's thought a boy with purple eyes as he smiled.
"This is zero I have orders for you members of the resistance" he spoke into the radio and waited.
"Yes what do you want us to do?" Asked a voice of whom he assumed to be their leader. "Have your troops move towards the enemy command center, if possible link up with the units on the right wing and make a beeline for their hq"
After a few minutes the man came back on line. "I'm confused all our units are posted on the left there's nothing there" he replied before sounds of struggle were heard.
"I know who is on the left wing, if you give me a few minutes I can get to him" this time it was a woman she spoke with certainty and unlike the eleven's her accent was quite different.
"Very well...just know I don't like surprises" his eyes narrowed as he marked the possible areas where this group could be at. "Ohgi are you there"
"Yes?"
"Take her near the coordinate 10 G, drop her off and fall back"
"Understood" lowering the radio the boy looked at the map and wondered how could one group cause so much damage.
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Coordinates 12,G
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Panting and kneeling on the streets Chris had exhausted his strength at last. All around machines, vehicles and soldiers were dead or frozen. His face had grown pale as he was slowly losing the strength to keep his body up.
"Is this...all that I have? Couldn't I do more?" His eyes began to close. Warmth grasped his face, soft lips touched his own. Finally his eyes closed as he heard one voice.
"I found you..."
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On the battlefield
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Every move Britannian troops made was countered by one from the resistance. Almost as if they could read minds one by one they all were falling.
Morale was dropping quickly as more than half their units were defeated in just ten minutes.
Overwhelmed by the sense of defeat Clovis decided to play his trump card.
"Contact Lloyd tell him to deploy the lancelot" gritting his teeth Clovis was devastated and unable to form up any kind of counter attack.
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On the other side the boy grinned as he saw his victory was at hand. "All forces proceed forward, the enemy HQ is upon us with one last push we'll give Britannia their first defeat"
On his screen he saw all the units moving forward Morale was high victory was near no one could stop them.
(P2 signal lost)
(P6 signal lost)
(P4 signal lost)
(P3 signal lost)
(P5 signal lost)
In lest than a minute five KLF gone, frowning the boy took the radio and contacted his troops. "Halt all forces fall back and regroup"
"What do you mean regroup?"*
"P8 the enemy is-"
Shhhhhrrrrk*
Static sounded as he could see more and more units being destroyed one after the other. Sighing he knew things like this would eventually happen. "All forces withdraw, the enemy has some new kind of weapon far surpassing our own"
Gazing at the possible routes he assigned each unit a new location so they may safely fall back. Now with his orders given he descended the building and headed straight for the enemy command center.
It was time to settle the score.
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Smoking a cigar Chris laid sprawled on the floor. Marcia never once left his side. "May I assume every minion is dead?" He asked in a nonchalant way.
"Precisely, but master your being without a disguise revealed your identity now the enemy will know where they can find you" she complained.
"It was a matter of time... Come to think of it" releasing a cloud of smoke he killed the cigar. "You haven't kiss me in years"
"That's because..." Leaning down her hair covered his face. "You never spend time with me" smiling he loved how she didn't waste time cornering him.
"We should use all the time we can get together Chris" their lips came together and they kissed.
Time was forgotten only they existed in this moment. Forever in love.
"Ahem!"
Looking up Marcia blushed as the resistance members had been watching them for what appeared to be a while now.
"...do you need something?" Asked Chris as he tried to sit up.
"Yes I want to know who are you guys and why are you fighting against Britannia" asked Ohgi.
"I am the son of Yullehia Rook, a criminal who murdered the Britannian nobles in what was known as the three day horror, as you can guess my mere existence is a death sentence so I am running away hoping to one day find a place where I can start anew"
As the eyes turned towards Marcia she looked at her nails. "My name is Marcia Rook, Britannia wants my husband dead so it's my job to keep him safe"
Blinking the red haired pilot looked between the two in surprise. "You're married!"
"She's only two years older than me" he commented offhandedly.
"We are fighting to liberate area eleven from Britannia I hope you can lend us your aid" offered Ohgi as he stared at them with a serious look.
"...you kept my wife safe, sure I'll throw in my lot with you guys"
"Same here"
Nodding Ohgi and the other returned to their posts knowing they had obtained two recruits of foreign origins. Hopefully they could get along and work together in the near future.
Now all that he needed was to know, who was the man that handed them all these new gifts. And how did he know so much about the Britannian formations.