Macross 7 and all characters are Haruhiko Mikimoto (original character design), Bandai, Big West, FiX, and Manga Entertainment's copyright.
When: put it after Dynamite and after everything I've already wrote, OK?
How many chapters: only this and the next: 2 (two chapters) only, hehe...
But that feeling didn't pass out. It was there yet... burning and alive. Throbing in the heart.
To see him go away turned it worse. Was she upset? Frustrated? Somehow it was true: she was upset. She was frustrated. But if she catched him, it would be more frustrating. She wanted something but didn't know how to name it yet.
What is he doing now? When I think I've started to undertand you Basara Nekki, you mess everything up again! Why you have go away so hastily? Without even stopping to speak to us?
So I ran away again. Do you think that is cowardice? Sure, dude... but then you would be right again. I ran away because they don't know to run away from me first. I'm a cage and prisioner at the same time you know? Heh, no you do not. Pal, it's true I'm searching for something and hate to be restrained. But I hate people around me, restrained by me as well. And restraining me doing so... I guess Mylene would say I'm selfish... yep! She is right. But again... wrong.
The Universe don't have boundaries. As well the imagination. Don't try to do it, unless you are prepared for the consequences...
Misato Kiki Inverse presents:
The day music... - part I
- Wow! It's sure something different, heh.
It was only three hours ago he arrived there. Sure it had some familiar settings. Ocens and land patterns, an interesting shade of blue for the sky (he could breathe there, after all).
But even then, it was strange. Strange, not alien. He was born in a planet, but even then his generation was more used to galactic travels than anybody in the past. He was used to alien things. And alien beings.
But it was the first time that happened.
Only three hours. Mylene would not believe that was possible since his voice failed him. But Basara was frustrated. And bit angry.
- Listen to my song! - yelled him.
They listened as asked. But much for Basara's distress, their eyes were empty. No fear, no amusement, no annoyment, no anger, no curiosity, absolutely nothing! Only their eyes and emptiness.
- How come? - Basara asked himself.
Yes, how come?
Everytime in the past he was somehow able to reach people's emotions through his music. Even if they were not able to understand him, that something was there: contact!
- Let's try something different - Basara spoke to himself.
He watched the strange beings. If he could understand what they had in their minds, perhaps he could find the answer.
Oh... How do they look like? Sorry to not describe them before.
At first glance, I could say they were nice to look at. Their bodies were slim and they walked in two feet as us. No fur, thanks! All of them were wearing a kind of dress, very soft and confortable to touch, with dark to gray colors. Don't look at me! it's their fashion after all.
Well you didn't think he was addressing an ameba, did you? Sure some so-called not-intelligent-animals could be reached by his song as well. Dogs, cats, Guvavas, Mylenes... (I'm joking, man!) you know. But he tried to reach up the inteligent lifeform, as he found a small village... a bit more and would turn to be a city...
But let's continue. I told you about their eyes before: they were big, like children's eyes (or brat's eyes). Innocence was the first impression, but Basara knew better than anybody to differ innocence from that scary emptiness.
They were pretty for human standards. Perhaps beautiful would be the proper word (if Basara cared for such things). It was difficult to say whose ones were male and female, as the standards could be different in this world.
Yes, they were different from each other, he could tell it only looking at them. Some were taller, some slimer, some would have a more tanned skin, some had long hair, other short. But it was difficult to say "this is a guy, and that is a girl", as they seemed all very frail...
Their hair has very soft and thin. Any breeze waved the haircut. Another thing Basara observed was that the hair took the shape of the eyebrowns, beginning nearer the eyes than any human hair cut. All of them had straight hair, and always combed and restrained at the back.
What they did was strange. They didn't seem worried with the usual human routines. The day was coming to an end and he never saw even one of them eating. Even if they seemed to care for clothing, nobody was working as we are used. Basara didn't find any bank as well. The only place that seemed familiar was an building were all people went throught in an very scary ordening (too much order in fact) and came out carrying a pack.
- Oh... what's now? - Basara asked feeling a bit ill.
His next action was to faint.
*****
- And after that I will say that... and that... and...
- Ah... Miss Milene? - Gamlin Kazaki interrupted her self-inserted fable.
- Oh, sorry! Mr. Gamlin you should be upset with me. I'm very rude oh dear... all this time and I didn't talk to you.
- I understand, Miss Mylene. You have too much in your mind, and it would be very selfish of me to invade your private thoughts - Gamlin answered covering the sadness and the jealous in his voice - But I think you didn't notice that we found Basara's location.
- Really? - Mylene asked with a mix of emotions running inside her - So now where do we have to go?
- I already inserted the new coordinates in your navigator system, Miss Mylene - Gamlin explained - now you have to accepted and we'll be there in two hours.
...
- Miss Mylene? - Gamlin called worried - Are you all right?
- Yes, Mr. Gamlin. Thank you - she answered not so sure.
- Are you worried with him, aren't you? - Gamlin smiled to her - Don't: he is a grown up man. He'll be fine.
- Yes... you're right. Thank you again, Mr. Gamlin.
Then they set up their courses and jumped to their destination.
*****
- Hm? Where? - Basara asked to the tall guy/girl at the window when he woke up.
Sure the person didn't understand Basara. But pointed a cup of water - or so thought Basara - with Basara drank in a sec.
OK, his body was more or less OK again. So what's up with these people?
- Can you understand me? - Basara asked the guy.
- Yes - answered the person - Database covers your language.
Geez... Database? What they are?
- So what's up to you guys? - Basara asked - Are you all robots?
- No - was the answer - we are biological beings.
- Are you alive? - Basara asked a bit shocked.
- Yes - answered Ali (short for alien) - Why should we not be?
- You are empty - Basara answered - You don't have any emotion in you, guys. Nothing. Zero.
- According to D@ta$, emotions ruined our previous civilization - explained Ali - Because of that we extirped it from our conciousness.
- Impossible! - Basara said - To be alive and don't have any feelings! That's...
- Not so - Ali answered - After all emotions are electrical signals generated by the brain. If you can identify each emotional signal and neutralize with a correspondet anti-signal you don't have the distress and that noise called emotion stops to mess up the useful signals for the body.
- So what are the useful signals? - Basara asked.
- Basic ones for the life beings don't stop functioning. - was his answer - Eat, make shelters, tend for the built structures, rest...
- Rest... Do you not dream?
- No, as it would lead for emotions again - Ali answered.
- Why are you so badly against emotions? - Basara asked.
- Emotions are uncontrolable. - Ali explained - They make people act in a destructive way most of times, with no reasoning at all.
- So there's something outside there canceling your emotions? - Basara asked - That's why I feel like I ate one of Mylene's dishes?
- We don't have any emotion at all... - Ali answered - the device is functioning only to prevent outsiders, as it's most probable they would try to break havoc in our society. But I don't understand why do you feel so unconfortable.
- Heh, perhaps because I got a too hard grab to my feelings - Basara answered - I can not just give them up, pal. It wouldn't be fun to live like you, guys.
- We can not allow that, visitor - Ali warned - If you plan to stay in this planet, you'll have to get ride of these feelings.
- Don't worry - Basara answered - I don't plan to stay.
- That's something we can not allow as well - Ali replied and as his hand moved towards Basara, the guards restrained the singer.
- Hey! Get your hands of me!
*****
Author final comments: (or "you can pass this part")
Why?
OK, first attempt to do a serious story for
Macross 7. Guess I have to prove myself I can do
it...
You didn't name that alien! Or any other!!
And neither was my intention doing so.
You could have writen a good yaoi fic...
If you talking about my aliens' description, I thought something like Galaxy Express 999 character design, and nothing like yaoi. Nothing against it too.
Do you plan to solve the Gamlin-Mylene-Basara problem?
What? And to miss all the fun of the love's triangle?
In fact, if I were Mylene I would be very upset if I have to
choose between Basara and Gamlin.
That's a pretty stupid fanfic!
I know, heh... That's why I wrote it. In the day next
to "interview"s fanfic.
See you, guys.
^v^ KIKI
ps: I'd appreciate if you guys/girls pointed out my bad grammar.
Only don't try to say I wrote this/that character name wrong.
I watched the show too long ago in Japanese with no legends,
OK?
Thank you very much, again.