"The loss of a friend and an enemy, along with the gaining of new friends
and a new enemy. Despair is deeper then skin and thicker then blood,
tainting the hands of those who clam the lives of the innocent as their
own." –Imp-Chan
Chapter 1:
Kuroi Tsuki
Rock Man Light, the savor of the planet more times then anyone can count, sighed softly as he stared out his bedroom window, pressing his forehead against the cool glass, which fogged when his breath hit the window. The night sky was like a black velvet cloak with small pinpoints of light that were the stars.
He half smiled. He liked looking up at the sky at night, sometimes even sitting on the roof to watch them and see how many he can count before he falls asleep. He never got past 30, though.
Ever since Wily's demise last year, nothing interesting had happened. Blues had finally come home, but never stayed longer then a week, but that was more then enough time for Rock to catch up with his brother and learn what he had been doing for the past year.
Blues was there now, sound asleep on the top bunk of his brother's bed, his helmet still on and his bright yellow trademark scarf draped lazily over the handrail that was on the side of the bed to keep people from falling off while they slept. A small smile was on his face a he slept, making Rock envy him, for he could no longer sleep well. Something was coming, but he could not figure out what it was.
Blues had confessed to him that he felt it too, the feeling of dread, but told him to ignore it, which is what he tried to do, but he was always faced with nightmares of blood and death, making him wake up screaming, cold sweat rolling down his face and back, making his blue night shirt stick to his back.
He wondered if Blues had those dreams too, he doubted it, though. Of course, it was always hard to tell what his brother was thinking because of the black visor that was attached to his helmet.
Rock smiled slightly. His brother was just about surgically attached to that thing. It was heck trying to get him to take it off, usually resulting in someone getting knocked out. And was never Blues.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him look up. Roll smiled slightly as she said softly, "Rock, it's past midnight."
"Guess I lost track of time. Thanks for reminding me, Roll. Night." He gave his sister a hug and small kiss on the forehead before laying his head back onto his sky-blue pillow and closing his eyes, shutting down for the night.
Roll smiled down at her brother's sleeping face and left the room, closing the door softly behind her so as not to wake her brothers from their sleep.
----Meanwhile
Forte sat up quickly, his shoulders heaving as sweat poured down his face and back, his eyes wide. "It…it was only a dream…" he said softly, placing a hand on his forehead and closing his eyes as he tried to regain his nerves and cease his violent shaking.
Gospel looked up at his master, a tired and worried look in his blue eyes. Forte smiled slightly and pat his friend on the head before turning and setting his bare feet on the cold metal floor. "Its okay, boy. I'm fine." He said soothingly as he stood and tugged off the damp tee shirt.
Gospel jumped off the bed and followed his master, sitting outside the bathroom door as he waited patiently for the purple haired robot to come out.
Forte rested his sweat-covered hands on the basin as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His pale face was drenched in sweat and his lavender eyes were dilated slightly, making him want to hit himself. That same nightmare…again…he thought, turning on the water facet and cupping his hands underneath the cool water before splashing some on his face. When will they end?
- - - - -Dream- - - - -
Forte stood in the middle of Tokyo, his ebony armor gleaming in the blood red light of the moon, his mouth a gape slight and his amber eyes wide. Before him is a ruined city, corpses of what he thought used to be humans and other robots.
A soft whimper sounded from behind him. Turning, he saw more of the ruined city and corpses. But what made his heart clench was the mangled form what looked to be Gospel.
"GOSPEL!!!" He screamed, running over to his friend's side. Kneeling beside the robotic wolf, he found that he was far too late to save his friend. Blackish-red fluids fell steadily onto the ground and Forte's lap when he lifted his friend's head.
Choking back a sob, he hugged the retired wolf close to him, rubbing his cheek against the cool metal on Gospel's mane. Tears rolled steadily down his cheeks, down the purple face stripes that graced his pale cheeks as he sobbed, "Gospel…No, GOSPEL!!!"
- - - - -End Dream- - - - -
Forte shuddered. That dream was much to life-like for comfort and every time he woke up, he'd check to make sure Gospel was still there. He frowned and glared at himself. "Its just a @#!^ dream…why the h*** does it effect me like this?" he muttered darkly, shutting off the water and exiting the room, grabbing a white tee shirt from the chair by his desk as he walked by.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed as he tugged the shirt over his head, he sighed, running his hand along the smooth metal of Gospel's head, smiling slightly when Gospel tilted his head upwards slightly and grinned.
After a minute, he flopped back onto the bed and pulled the blanket up to his stomach, placing his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to go back to sleep. No such luck, for five minutes later, he was standing and changing into his regular cloths; A loose fitting black jacket with the sleeves cut off just before the shoulders, a black shirt that was tucked into the black pants.
Grabbing his Armor Summoner and slapping the so-called 'watch' onto his wrist, he started toward the door of his small apartment, Gospel at his heels.
Looking down at the dog, he shook his head. "Sorry, boy. But you gotta stay here. I'll bring you back somethin', 'kay?" With that, he opened the door and exited the room, snatching his keys off the coat-rack on the way out.
This, unfortunately, was the beginning of Forte's problems.
----Meanwhile
A blond haired robot sat beside his friend, a silver robotic wolf, as he said softly, shaking like a leaf, "T-that dream…the same one…Silver Fang…what…what does it mean?" This young robot is none other then Shock Man, Elec Man's little brother and one of Forte's three friends.
Elec Man walked over to his brother and asked, sitting down beside him and laying a hand gently on his shoulder, "What dream?"
Shock Man looked up at his brother and stuttered, his pale face ghostly white, "I…I've been having…nightmares…you and Fire Man…dead…"
Elec Man gave his brother a worried look, but said softly, a small smile on his face, "It was just a dream. Nothing to worry about."
"I…I know…but…they just seem so…" he searched for the right word. "Real."
The tall ex-Robot Master nodded slowly, knowing what was wrong, but unwilling to tell just yet. "I see…" was all he said, the small smile never leaving his face.
Standing, he said, ruffling his little brother's hair, "Go back to sleep, Electro. I'm sure you won't have the same dream twice in a row." The name, 'Electro' earned him an annoyed, but glad look from the younger blond.
Exiting the room, Fire Man came out of his room and asked softly, "I'm guessing they've started?" His answer was a slight nod. Fire Man sighed and ran his fingers through his messy red hair then rubbed the back of his neck. "Well…guessing its time?" Again, another nod.
Elec Man looked over his shoulder at his brother's room and walked back toward it, opening it silently as he peeked inside. Shock Man was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling with each of his steady breaths.
A single tear fell from his eye as he walked in, sitting down beside his human-like brother. Sighing, he ran his fingers through Shock's messy blond hair and whispered, choking back tears, "Good bye, brother…"
With that said, he planted a small kiss on his little brother's forehead before standing and leaving the room, casting a short glance back before finally closing the door softly.
Fire Man smiled sadly at his friend and whispered, laying a hand on his shoulder as Elec Man sobbed quietly into his hands, "I know it's hard. But we'll only be standing in the way if we stay. Its for the best."
Elec Man wiped his tears away with the back of his hand as he stated softly, "But…Electro is still young…he's barely even a year old…"
"Torch is dependable. He'll watch over him for you. I promise. He's always treated Shock like a brother. He'll take good care of him. Alright, koibito?"
Elec Man nodded, following Fire Man toward the door. "Right…I guess…" he murmured as Fire Man peeked into his won brother's room to make sure that he was asleep and not eavesdropping. Fire Man chuckled at the sight that greeted him.
Torch Man was tangled up un the blankets, on arm draped lazily over his eyes and his mouth hanging open as he snored softly, clutching his helmet close to his chest a he groaned, rolling over, "I'll get up in a minute, mom…"
"He asleep?" Elec Man asked softly, tapping the fiery haired ex-Robot Master on the shoulder. Fire Man chuckled softly, closing the door gently behind him.
"Ooooooh yeah. Like a burnt out light." With that, he walked toward the door, grabbing his Armor Summorer and tossing Elec Man's to his friend as he opened it, walking out into the brisk night air, the blond Robot Master following.
----Later
Forte walked through Tokyo's semi-busy streets, chewing slowly on a glazed donut from the pastry shop that was only a block away from his apartment.
Popping the last two inches of the donut into his mouth and wiping his hands on his shirt then brushing off the crumbles, he thought, Man…those dreams have been getting WAY to realistic for my liking…wonder why? Maybe Wily programmed a virus into my system the last time we met…after a moment, he smirked at the ridiculous thought. Heh. That was over a year ago. I doubt it would just now start working. So what IS the…he stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at the sky.
The sky was now starting to get the glow that he recognized a morning, but something was wrong with this sunrise.
Looking around, he soon realized that he was the only one who aw the strange glow that graced the sky with a purple that was as deep a his own purple face stripes. "What the h***?" he murmured, his lavender eyes narrowing slightly and his mouth slight a gape.
Suddenly, the purple light pulsed and exploded, rocking the ground. Forte heard some humans scream as they tried to regain their balance. "Whoa!" Forte grasped the windowpane of a shop, struggling to regain his own footing on the wildly bucking ground.
The pulsing purple light in the sky condensed then shot toward the ground. "C***!!!" Forte yelled, throwing himself to the ground and covering his head with his arms.
The strange light struck the ground, sending a wave of dark purple, almost black, energy throughout the city and, even then, it continued to shot outwards, engulfing the country of Japan in a blanket of destruction.
Forte sat up once the ground had stopped moving and the screams of terror were silenced. As soon as he sat up and started brushing debris off of him, he gasped, his eyes widening, "Wha-what the…?!"
~*Kuroi Tsuki; Dark Moon –Fushigi Yugi
Chapter 1:
Kuroi Tsuki
Rock Man Light, the savor of the planet more times then anyone can count, sighed softly as he stared out his bedroom window, pressing his forehead against the cool glass, which fogged when his breath hit the window. The night sky was like a black velvet cloak with small pinpoints of light that were the stars.
He half smiled. He liked looking up at the sky at night, sometimes even sitting on the roof to watch them and see how many he can count before he falls asleep. He never got past 30, though.
Ever since Wily's demise last year, nothing interesting had happened. Blues had finally come home, but never stayed longer then a week, but that was more then enough time for Rock to catch up with his brother and learn what he had been doing for the past year.
Blues was there now, sound asleep on the top bunk of his brother's bed, his helmet still on and his bright yellow trademark scarf draped lazily over the handrail that was on the side of the bed to keep people from falling off while they slept. A small smile was on his face a he slept, making Rock envy him, for he could no longer sleep well. Something was coming, but he could not figure out what it was.
Blues had confessed to him that he felt it too, the feeling of dread, but told him to ignore it, which is what he tried to do, but he was always faced with nightmares of blood and death, making him wake up screaming, cold sweat rolling down his face and back, making his blue night shirt stick to his back.
He wondered if Blues had those dreams too, he doubted it, though. Of course, it was always hard to tell what his brother was thinking because of the black visor that was attached to his helmet.
Rock smiled slightly. His brother was just about surgically attached to that thing. It was heck trying to get him to take it off, usually resulting in someone getting knocked out. And was never Blues.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him look up. Roll smiled slightly as she said softly, "Rock, it's past midnight."
"Guess I lost track of time. Thanks for reminding me, Roll. Night." He gave his sister a hug and small kiss on the forehead before laying his head back onto his sky-blue pillow and closing his eyes, shutting down for the night.
Roll smiled down at her brother's sleeping face and left the room, closing the door softly behind her so as not to wake her brothers from their sleep.
----Meanwhile
Forte sat up quickly, his shoulders heaving as sweat poured down his face and back, his eyes wide. "It…it was only a dream…" he said softly, placing a hand on his forehead and closing his eyes as he tried to regain his nerves and cease his violent shaking.
Gospel looked up at his master, a tired and worried look in his blue eyes. Forte smiled slightly and pat his friend on the head before turning and setting his bare feet on the cold metal floor. "Its okay, boy. I'm fine." He said soothingly as he stood and tugged off the damp tee shirt.
Gospel jumped off the bed and followed his master, sitting outside the bathroom door as he waited patiently for the purple haired robot to come out.
Forte rested his sweat-covered hands on the basin as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His pale face was drenched in sweat and his lavender eyes were dilated slightly, making him want to hit himself. That same nightmare…again…he thought, turning on the water facet and cupping his hands underneath the cool water before splashing some on his face. When will they end?
- - - - -Dream- - - - -
Forte stood in the middle of Tokyo, his ebony armor gleaming in the blood red light of the moon, his mouth a gape slight and his amber eyes wide. Before him is a ruined city, corpses of what he thought used to be humans and other robots.
A soft whimper sounded from behind him. Turning, he saw more of the ruined city and corpses. But what made his heart clench was the mangled form what looked to be Gospel.
"GOSPEL!!!" He screamed, running over to his friend's side. Kneeling beside the robotic wolf, he found that he was far too late to save his friend. Blackish-red fluids fell steadily onto the ground and Forte's lap when he lifted his friend's head.
Choking back a sob, he hugged the retired wolf close to him, rubbing his cheek against the cool metal on Gospel's mane. Tears rolled steadily down his cheeks, down the purple face stripes that graced his pale cheeks as he sobbed, "Gospel…No, GOSPEL!!!"
- - - - -End Dream- - - - -
Forte shuddered. That dream was much to life-like for comfort and every time he woke up, he'd check to make sure Gospel was still there. He frowned and glared at himself. "Its just a @#!^ dream…why the h*** does it effect me like this?" he muttered darkly, shutting off the water and exiting the room, grabbing a white tee shirt from the chair by his desk as he walked by.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed as he tugged the shirt over his head, he sighed, running his hand along the smooth metal of Gospel's head, smiling slightly when Gospel tilted his head upwards slightly and grinned.
After a minute, he flopped back onto the bed and pulled the blanket up to his stomach, placing his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to go back to sleep. No such luck, for five minutes later, he was standing and changing into his regular cloths; A loose fitting black jacket with the sleeves cut off just before the shoulders, a black shirt that was tucked into the black pants.
Grabbing his Armor Summoner and slapping the so-called 'watch' onto his wrist, he started toward the door of his small apartment, Gospel at his heels.
Looking down at the dog, he shook his head. "Sorry, boy. But you gotta stay here. I'll bring you back somethin', 'kay?" With that, he opened the door and exited the room, snatching his keys off the coat-rack on the way out.
This, unfortunately, was the beginning of Forte's problems.
----Meanwhile
A blond haired robot sat beside his friend, a silver robotic wolf, as he said softly, shaking like a leaf, "T-that dream…the same one…Silver Fang…what…what does it mean?" This young robot is none other then Shock Man, Elec Man's little brother and one of Forte's three friends.
Elec Man walked over to his brother and asked, sitting down beside him and laying a hand gently on his shoulder, "What dream?"
Shock Man looked up at his brother and stuttered, his pale face ghostly white, "I…I've been having…nightmares…you and Fire Man…dead…"
Elec Man gave his brother a worried look, but said softly, a small smile on his face, "It was just a dream. Nothing to worry about."
"I…I know…but…they just seem so…" he searched for the right word. "Real."
The tall ex-Robot Master nodded slowly, knowing what was wrong, but unwilling to tell just yet. "I see…" was all he said, the small smile never leaving his face.
Standing, he said, ruffling his little brother's hair, "Go back to sleep, Electro. I'm sure you won't have the same dream twice in a row." The name, 'Electro' earned him an annoyed, but glad look from the younger blond.
Exiting the room, Fire Man came out of his room and asked softly, "I'm guessing they've started?" His answer was a slight nod. Fire Man sighed and ran his fingers through his messy red hair then rubbed the back of his neck. "Well…guessing its time?" Again, another nod.
Elec Man looked over his shoulder at his brother's room and walked back toward it, opening it silently as he peeked inside. Shock Man was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling with each of his steady breaths.
A single tear fell from his eye as he walked in, sitting down beside his human-like brother. Sighing, he ran his fingers through Shock's messy blond hair and whispered, choking back tears, "Good bye, brother…"
With that said, he planted a small kiss on his little brother's forehead before standing and leaving the room, casting a short glance back before finally closing the door softly.
Fire Man smiled sadly at his friend and whispered, laying a hand on his shoulder as Elec Man sobbed quietly into his hands, "I know it's hard. But we'll only be standing in the way if we stay. Its for the best."
Elec Man wiped his tears away with the back of his hand as he stated softly, "But…Electro is still young…he's barely even a year old…"
"Torch is dependable. He'll watch over him for you. I promise. He's always treated Shock like a brother. He'll take good care of him. Alright, koibito?"
Elec Man nodded, following Fire Man toward the door. "Right…I guess…" he murmured as Fire Man peeked into his won brother's room to make sure that he was asleep and not eavesdropping. Fire Man chuckled at the sight that greeted him.
Torch Man was tangled up un the blankets, on arm draped lazily over his eyes and his mouth hanging open as he snored softly, clutching his helmet close to his chest a he groaned, rolling over, "I'll get up in a minute, mom…"
"He asleep?" Elec Man asked softly, tapping the fiery haired ex-Robot Master on the shoulder. Fire Man chuckled softly, closing the door gently behind him.
"Ooooooh yeah. Like a burnt out light." With that, he walked toward the door, grabbing his Armor Summorer and tossing Elec Man's to his friend as he opened it, walking out into the brisk night air, the blond Robot Master following.
----Later
Forte walked through Tokyo's semi-busy streets, chewing slowly on a glazed donut from the pastry shop that was only a block away from his apartment.
Popping the last two inches of the donut into his mouth and wiping his hands on his shirt then brushing off the crumbles, he thought, Man…those dreams have been getting WAY to realistic for my liking…wonder why? Maybe Wily programmed a virus into my system the last time we met…after a moment, he smirked at the ridiculous thought. Heh. That was over a year ago. I doubt it would just now start working. So what IS the…he stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at the sky.
The sky was now starting to get the glow that he recognized a morning, but something was wrong with this sunrise.
Looking around, he soon realized that he was the only one who aw the strange glow that graced the sky with a purple that was as deep a his own purple face stripes. "What the h***?" he murmured, his lavender eyes narrowing slightly and his mouth slight a gape.
Suddenly, the purple light pulsed and exploded, rocking the ground. Forte heard some humans scream as they tried to regain their balance. "Whoa!" Forte grasped the windowpane of a shop, struggling to regain his own footing on the wildly bucking ground.
The pulsing purple light in the sky condensed then shot toward the ground. "C***!!!" Forte yelled, throwing himself to the ground and covering his head with his arms.
The strange light struck the ground, sending a wave of dark purple, almost black, energy throughout the city and, even then, it continued to shot outwards, engulfing the country of Japan in a blanket of destruction.
Forte sat up once the ground had stopped moving and the screams of terror were silenced. As soon as he sat up and started brushing debris off of him, he gasped, his eyes widening, "Wha-what the…?!"
~*Kuroi Tsuki; Dark Moon –Fushigi Yugi