Fueled By Hate
Chapter 3: The Mediterranean Incident
Six months after.
The rain swept the vast expanse of land. The cold or was it the loss of blood made him numb. He couldn't feel a thing. He looked at his bloodied body. Scars marked his whole arm together with burns of third-degree. Crimson covered his whole body together with his clothes. His body was rotting and why? He could see it. Wounds in every inch of his body, blood covered his arm dripping from his shoulder. He should have smelled that stink of decaying corpse. but he couldn't. He looked ahead: he only saw a dark haze covering this. nightmare? He didn't know what it was. he was here before but in his dreams only thought. It was a figment of his imagination. It was his void. No, it was just devoid of any existence except for him. He continuously wobbled down, using his sheath and sword as a staff. The blood from the sword dripped down to the ground. He could hear the droplets. Dropping. The ground was impure. He continued through the haze. He did not know his fate. Then he saw light. It illuminated part of the haze. He struggled to dash to the light. He was finally there. He reached for it using the hand, which was not occupied. His fingers were about to touch it when it disappeared. Then he dropped to his knees and he cried. Tears mixed with blood. Then there was an ominous voice. "Grab on to the light. no matter what. It should not happen again. Not again." That voice woke him up.
Shun, the man with no memories, woke up. He was gasping for air. His eyes bore the expression of serious shock. He found himself lying on to a crate of explosives. What did that dream mean? No, not a dream. A Nightmare. Then he looked at his body. no wounds. His black trench coat somewhat reminding him of that horrible experience. He realized after that he was perspiring cold sweat. The storm rocked his ship side to side. In a few hours, he would be out of here. And that was good. The thunder accompanied with the beats of rain lulled him back to sleep. not really asleep. He was still half-awake. Duh? He didn't want anymore of those nightmares.
Ikusawa looked mournfully at Ukiya's grave. He laid a bunch of flowers on the spot. Though his body was not there. it still was a fateful reminder of what happened on that day. The day we lost two. She felt guilty for asking Shun to save them. But that was just too late. Everything had passed. She couldn't take Shun back. Never. Now, all she could do was find his body. She hoped he could. Then quietly she wept. Shun. if only. she thought. She looked back at the remaining Gatekeepers. She knew they too were mourning. But they couldn't understand her. That she was sure of. Then again in silence, she stood up and went with the others back to AEGIS.
Edward scanned the Mediterranean map. His fingers ran through it. 8 men that came with the boat were around him. All of them seemed pretty unaware but that was good. They came with the boat. Maybe they were the owners or maybe not. Edward hired the boat on Lebanon. They did not have the explosives loaded there. Of course, they would be inspected in Lebanon. So he secretly docked in a private shipyard in Cyprus. Got some ammunition, explosives, etc. and continued for Crete. There they would unload it for AEGIS Greece. Now, he started thinking of the boat and its crew.
The boat was indeed cheap. He doubted its reliability. And what made it more suspicious was that eight men who knew the art of gunfire came with it. Now, were they part of some intelligence agency trying to track them down? Mossad? He wondered. He was pessimistic. Very. He instructed seven to patrol each part of the boat. That was to ensure no leaks in the small fishing boat. Then he summoned for Shun Ukiya.
Shun was disoriented. A short long-bearded Middle-Eastern bozo shook him awake who was part of the crew. Shun clearly could not understand the language he was speaking. Arabic? Jewish? The "bozo" spoke with speed. He started gesturing with his hands. Without warning, the "bozo" brought him up by his arms. His strong hand held Shun's arm firmly. He led him through a number of passages. Then he was brought to Matthews. Matthew greeted him and then shooed Shun's companion away. Shun shut the door closed. Then he started to complain.
"Hey! What was he talking about?" Shun yelled. "You know I don't understand any of that crap! That bozo."
Matthews did not allow Ukiya to finish. "Sorry then. I told him to bring you here. I didn't know how he was gonna do it. Now let us start. You want to know why you came here?" Shun nodded then Edward started to explain. "The storm, you see, can wreck our ship and break into two. You don't want that neither do I. So which procedure do you prefer? First option: You see, we are already half the way to Crete, so do you think we should continue our path and bear the burden, which will save time. Second option: We can go out of the storms path if we go down toward Alexandria and get some supplies if there are there. Third option: we can drop the shipments in the nearest port and let them take care of it while we go ahead to Crete. Now, which one?"
"Let me see."Shun pondered, rubbing his chin. "I'll go for the fist. I have faith in this ship. I just want this thing done. Ok? I need this done. I can't stay here anymore. I'll get seasick."
"Very well." Edward agreed. "Now you can go back to sleep now."
Shun clumsily walked out and banged the door shut. Edward could even hear a murmur from him. "Yes. I'm gonna get out of this cur-sed place!"
Edward called the "bozo" as mentioned by Shun back. The "bozo" came back and then he commanded him to get the others back. And so he did. A few minutes later, the cheap eight came back. He gave them Shun's decision. They were upset. He could see it through their faces. Then he heard a blaring horn that sounded like a patrol boat. Damn! He yelled at them, "You didn't tell me any of this! Explain yourselves!"
The only one fluent in English stepped forward and explained for his comrades. "We rented it for a cheap price because we did not have enough money to register this ship of ours." In the next few seconds, the only thing could be heard were Matthews' roars of rage.
Then the patrol boat told them through speakers. "It was a national warning to stay off the waters during this time. You know of the rage of this storm. Explain yourself." The English the speaker blared was faulty English, which, sounded like an Italian. Italian though they were in Greek waters. Maybe he was an immigrant.
There was a moment of relief. There was nothing about the register. Then Edward replied, "Sorry. We did not have a television in our place. We are only poor fishermen who were trying to make a living which were now caught in this nasty storm."
Then the reply was horrible. "Your ship's name is not registered. If you will so kindly, please allow us to inspect our ship and then we will tug it back to safety." The patrol boat approached them.
Then he told the cheap eight with hint of rage. "Get your weapons. You may die in this ship but you should not allow that. We will fight back." He was still fuming mad. After all, who could forgive treachery after a short period of time? A few minutes later, the eight were ready to fight. Then they gave Matthews a weapon.
Each of the eight had a standard Kashalinov AK-47. Matthews had an Uzi sub-machine gun, which were one of his favorites. The patrol boat were now linked to the ship through a ladder. Some men specifically five from the patrol boat were now in their deck. The cheap eight together with Matthews greeted them with a bow with their weapons concealed in their back. Then, Matthews flashed his sub-machine gun swinging it left to right. The five instantly fell, their chests blown together with their guts. The nine of them ducked knowing very well, that the patrol boat was armed and ready to retaliate. Machine gun fire ripped part of the stern. The eight stood up and fired barely hitting two men about to climb up to their ship, at the side of their ribcage. The two plummeted to the ocean. Then machine gun fire tore two of the cheap eight's head open. The remaining six immediately ducked. Some approached the two carcasses. They smelled horrible. He told them to back off. He wondered if he could survive. Then he told the six to back off from the corpses.
He told them to advance to where the patrol boat and the ship were connected. The six unexpectedly also wanted to suicide. They stood up, guns swinging in open fire. The glass from the patrol boat broke together with the one of the machine gunners' back which were now smashed with bullets. They ducked although one was two late he was shot in the chest by he could see, a man with a magnum .45. Before he died, he swung the AK-47 wildly hitting several men on board in their heads. He died for a cause. Then he slumped to the floor, blood flowing out from his jacket. Matthew was no puzzled why there were so many in just a single patrol boat. The others, sadly, were approaching the corpse again. Matthew signaled them to stop. And so they obediently did.
They crawled forward until they were near the ladder connecting the two ships. Matthew got his Swiss knife from his left inner jacket pocket and tore the ladder. But it was not over. Rapid machine gun fire continuously attacked them. Then he remembered Shun.
Shun was awoken by gunfire he could hear from the outside. The cargo apartment he knew was safe but how about the others. Then he reached for the two Colt .45 in his trench coat's deep pockets. He knew two revolvers weren't enough to counter whatever enemy. But he would not get from the shipment. Then he dashed toward the other decks. Then he saw it: a patrol boat. He dashed sideward, his two revolvers firing rapidly at the same time. It broke glass he wasn't sure if any were injured. Why? He tripped then looked at what tripped him. Two carcasses with no heads but from one of them he could see from the body and clothes, were the "bozo". He got one of the AK-47s that were still gripped from their hands for he had no more ammo in his revolvers. He accidentally ripped off a hand when he grabbed the AK-47 but he was sorry for it. He again jumped up and fired the AK-47. Then he ran, his AK-47 still firing at the other boat. Then he tripped again. There was another corpse, which were laid down. He got the ammo from the dead man's AK-47. Then he ran again together with rapid gunfire.
Then he tripped again. Thinking that he dropped again on some carcass. But it wasn't. He met the remaining five together with Matthews. He greeted them. Then under Shun's command, they jumped to the other ship, which was only a few meters away. They landed at the deck. He couldn't see a single soul. yet. They dashed in triangle formation raiding each part of the room. They shot one in each room who were all pitilessly defenseless. They were about to reach the control room. They opened it and they were all shocked. 2 dozens of armed men were there in military fatigues. The men carrying pistols shot at point blank range. They purposely dropped on the floor but it was too late for most. Only the fluent English-speaker, Matthews and Ukiya were saved. Each of them covered on the wall. Then Matthews asked, "How come your so many?"
"We will pay back. Maybe you have found that we are smuggling opium to Europe. but we will strike back. You will be court," replied one of them in a Russian accent.
Matthews fired his Uzi, which just hit some equipment. Then he ordered the last of the cheap eight to create a diversion that would take his life. He was supposed to run in to keep them busy while Shun and Matthews would kill them. The man consented after all, his friends had died and so virtually, he was dead already. The man ran with courage not hesitating at all. Bullets came in towards his body yet his footsteps did not falter. Shun and Matthews fired aimlessly hitting all of the two dozen plus the patriot. The patriot was still running and then he finally fell. The bullets that hit the patriot did not seem to affect him as he ran. Shun would remember him. For that was the first time in all of his new life that someone saved him. He owed someone. The first time emotions came to him. Before that, he was completely a maddened cold-blooded killer who took no regard for life. He was still that but he the beast in him was tamed. Sadness was still there. Sadness.
The sea had calmed. The thunder had seized. For a moment there was silence. But it was disturbed by the alarms of several patrol boats, which cornered them. Then the real Coastguards arrested them. Shun and Edward did not bother to resist. They knew AEGIS would save them. They knew. all they needed to do was wait.
Shun was in a normal prison cell while Edward was in isolation for Matthews had a brawl with one of the guards. Shun lied down closing his eyes. Shun continued to ponder about his dream/nightmare. The sadness and loneliness that swept him was painful. He knew no one except Matthews. He protected no one. He cared for no one. Not even Matthews. He was a beast. He knew that very well. He repeated: Someone to protect? He needed no one. He trusted no one not even himself. He lived to destroy. That was it. His black gate was similar to that of Matthews. they were alike. Their only emotions were anger, sadness and loneliness. Matthews helped him rediscover his gate and he was grateful for that. But he did not use it so often like Matthews. Matthews claimed that these gates were to protect the world from invaders. Shun never saw them but they said he once countered them with his Gate of Black Hole or did he have a positive gate before. He wondered who he was before. Then he continued thinking of the dream.
Light. what did it mean? And how about the voice? The light. did it mean that he should stop the sadness and loneliness of a killer control him? Did it mean that he should be joyful? The emotion he never experienced in his new life. The haze. he knew it meant the sadness and loneliness in his life. But he tried to convince himself it wasn't. The blood and the sword. did it mean the rage? The thing that made him a beast he is today. Then he buried his head in the cushion of the barely adequate bed. He had fallen asleep.
Shun awoke in a blur. They told him someone was about to visit him. They opened the cell and let Shun out. The visitors had come near him. The guards told them that they should wait in the visiting quarters. But the visitors as he could see were two AEGIS personnel. They yelled, "Shun, cover your nose." After which, they dropped a gas bomb that bombarded the vision of the guards and other prisoners. The guards slumped to the ground. The AEGIS guys were wearing gas masks and then threw one to Shun who put it on. They got out off the place with alarms screaming.
Shun and the two AEGIS personnel ran swiftly until they hopped on an AEGIS vehicle. They took off their masks. Shun saw Edward together with another two who he guessed had saved him. Then they ran off as swift as lightning. Shun though he knew the sounds were know barely audible due to the speed asked, "Where are we going?"
One yelled, "To Rome, Italy for AEGIS international convention."
The commander had told the Gatekeepers that they would go on flight to Rome for the AEGIS convention. Ruriko was fully packed. Then she got Shun's kendo stick and put in her baggage and went out of the room to join the others.
Though it had been six months, she still was madly in love over Shun. When would she get over it? She did not know. Something in her told her not to give up, to hold on to that love. She promised herself: Shun will remain in my heart forever even if he is dead. But something told him he wasn't. He missed Shun too much. Her life would never be complete without him. she repeated, never.
A/N: Hope to put more romance in the next chapters. were my other chapters better? Plz review!
Chapter 3: The Mediterranean Incident
Six months after.
The rain swept the vast expanse of land. The cold or was it the loss of blood made him numb. He couldn't feel a thing. He looked at his bloodied body. Scars marked his whole arm together with burns of third-degree. Crimson covered his whole body together with his clothes. His body was rotting and why? He could see it. Wounds in every inch of his body, blood covered his arm dripping from his shoulder. He should have smelled that stink of decaying corpse. but he couldn't. He looked ahead: he only saw a dark haze covering this. nightmare? He didn't know what it was. he was here before but in his dreams only thought. It was a figment of his imagination. It was his void. No, it was just devoid of any existence except for him. He continuously wobbled down, using his sheath and sword as a staff. The blood from the sword dripped down to the ground. He could hear the droplets. Dropping. The ground was impure. He continued through the haze. He did not know his fate. Then he saw light. It illuminated part of the haze. He struggled to dash to the light. He was finally there. He reached for it using the hand, which was not occupied. His fingers were about to touch it when it disappeared. Then he dropped to his knees and he cried. Tears mixed with blood. Then there was an ominous voice. "Grab on to the light. no matter what. It should not happen again. Not again." That voice woke him up.
Shun, the man with no memories, woke up. He was gasping for air. His eyes bore the expression of serious shock. He found himself lying on to a crate of explosives. What did that dream mean? No, not a dream. A Nightmare. Then he looked at his body. no wounds. His black trench coat somewhat reminding him of that horrible experience. He realized after that he was perspiring cold sweat. The storm rocked his ship side to side. In a few hours, he would be out of here. And that was good. The thunder accompanied with the beats of rain lulled him back to sleep. not really asleep. He was still half-awake. Duh? He didn't want anymore of those nightmares.
Ikusawa looked mournfully at Ukiya's grave. He laid a bunch of flowers on the spot. Though his body was not there. it still was a fateful reminder of what happened on that day. The day we lost two. She felt guilty for asking Shun to save them. But that was just too late. Everything had passed. She couldn't take Shun back. Never. Now, all she could do was find his body. She hoped he could. Then quietly she wept. Shun. if only. she thought. She looked back at the remaining Gatekeepers. She knew they too were mourning. But they couldn't understand her. That she was sure of. Then again in silence, she stood up and went with the others back to AEGIS.
Edward scanned the Mediterranean map. His fingers ran through it. 8 men that came with the boat were around him. All of them seemed pretty unaware but that was good. They came with the boat. Maybe they were the owners or maybe not. Edward hired the boat on Lebanon. They did not have the explosives loaded there. Of course, they would be inspected in Lebanon. So he secretly docked in a private shipyard in Cyprus. Got some ammunition, explosives, etc. and continued for Crete. There they would unload it for AEGIS Greece. Now, he started thinking of the boat and its crew.
The boat was indeed cheap. He doubted its reliability. And what made it more suspicious was that eight men who knew the art of gunfire came with it. Now, were they part of some intelligence agency trying to track them down? Mossad? He wondered. He was pessimistic. Very. He instructed seven to patrol each part of the boat. That was to ensure no leaks in the small fishing boat. Then he summoned for Shun Ukiya.
Shun was disoriented. A short long-bearded Middle-Eastern bozo shook him awake who was part of the crew. Shun clearly could not understand the language he was speaking. Arabic? Jewish? The "bozo" spoke with speed. He started gesturing with his hands. Without warning, the "bozo" brought him up by his arms. His strong hand held Shun's arm firmly. He led him through a number of passages. Then he was brought to Matthews. Matthew greeted him and then shooed Shun's companion away. Shun shut the door closed. Then he started to complain.
"Hey! What was he talking about?" Shun yelled. "You know I don't understand any of that crap! That bozo."
Matthews did not allow Ukiya to finish. "Sorry then. I told him to bring you here. I didn't know how he was gonna do it. Now let us start. You want to know why you came here?" Shun nodded then Edward started to explain. "The storm, you see, can wreck our ship and break into two. You don't want that neither do I. So which procedure do you prefer? First option: You see, we are already half the way to Crete, so do you think we should continue our path and bear the burden, which will save time. Second option: We can go out of the storms path if we go down toward Alexandria and get some supplies if there are there. Third option: we can drop the shipments in the nearest port and let them take care of it while we go ahead to Crete. Now, which one?"
"Let me see."Shun pondered, rubbing his chin. "I'll go for the fist. I have faith in this ship. I just want this thing done. Ok? I need this done. I can't stay here anymore. I'll get seasick."
"Very well." Edward agreed. "Now you can go back to sleep now."
Shun clumsily walked out and banged the door shut. Edward could even hear a murmur from him. "Yes. I'm gonna get out of this cur-sed place!"
Edward called the "bozo" as mentioned by Shun back. The "bozo" came back and then he commanded him to get the others back. And so he did. A few minutes later, the cheap eight came back. He gave them Shun's decision. They were upset. He could see it through their faces. Then he heard a blaring horn that sounded like a patrol boat. Damn! He yelled at them, "You didn't tell me any of this! Explain yourselves!"
The only one fluent in English stepped forward and explained for his comrades. "We rented it for a cheap price because we did not have enough money to register this ship of ours." In the next few seconds, the only thing could be heard were Matthews' roars of rage.
Then the patrol boat told them through speakers. "It was a national warning to stay off the waters during this time. You know of the rage of this storm. Explain yourself." The English the speaker blared was faulty English, which, sounded like an Italian. Italian though they were in Greek waters. Maybe he was an immigrant.
There was a moment of relief. There was nothing about the register. Then Edward replied, "Sorry. We did not have a television in our place. We are only poor fishermen who were trying to make a living which were now caught in this nasty storm."
Then the reply was horrible. "Your ship's name is not registered. If you will so kindly, please allow us to inspect our ship and then we will tug it back to safety." The patrol boat approached them.
Then he told the cheap eight with hint of rage. "Get your weapons. You may die in this ship but you should not allow that. We will fight back." He was still fuming mad. After all, who could forgive treachery after a short period of time? A few minutes later, the eight were ready to fight. Then they gave Matthews a weapon.
Each of the eight had a standard Kashalinov AK-47. Matthews had an Uzi sub-machine gun, which were one of his favorites. The patrol boat were now linked to the ship through a ladder. Some men specifically five from the patrol boat were now in their deck. The cheap eight together with Matthews greeted them with a bow with their weapons concealed in their back. Then, Matthews flashed his sub-machine gun swinging it left to right. The five instantly fell, their chests blown together with their guts. The nine of them ducked knowing very well, that the patrol boat was armed and ready to retaliate. Machine gun fire ripped part of the stern. The eight stood up and fired barely hitting two men about to climb up to their ship, at the side of their ribcage. The two plummeted to the ocean. Then machine gun fire tore two of the cheap eight's head open. The remaining six immediately ducked. Some approached the two carcasses. They smelled horrible. He told them to back off. He wondered if he could survive. Then he told the six to back off from the corpses.
He told them to advance to where the patrol boat and the ship were connected. The six unexpectedly also wanted to suicide. They stood up, guns swinging in open fire. The glass from the patrol boat broke together with the one of the machine gunners' back which were now smashed with bullets. They ducked although one was two late he was shot in the chest by he could see, a man with a magnum .45. Before he died, he swung the AK-47 wildly hitting several men on board in their heads. He died for a cause. Then he slumped to the floor, blood flowing out from his jacket. Matthew was no puzzled why there were so many in just a single patrol boat. The others, sadly, were approaching the corpse again. Matthew signaled them to stop. And so they obediently did.
They crawled forward until they were near the ladder connecting the two ships. Matthew got his Swiss knife from his left inner jacket pocket and tore the ladder. But it was not over. Rapid machine gun fire continuously attacked them. Then he remembered Shun.
Shun was awoken by gunfire he could hear from the outside. The cargo apartment he knew was safe but how about the others. Then he reached for the two Colt .45 in his trench coat's deep pockets. He knew two revolvers weren't enough to counter whatever enemy. But he would not get from the shipment. Then he dashed toward the other decks. Then he saw it: a patrol boat. He dashed sideward, his two revolvers firing rapidly at the same time. It broke glass he wasn't sure if any were injured. Why? He tripped then looked at what tripped him. Two carcasses with no heads but from one of them he could see from the body and clothes, were the "bozo". He got one of the AK-47s that were still gripped from their hands for he had no more ammo in his revolvers. He accidentally ripped off a hand when he grabbed the AK-47 but he was sorry for it. He again jumped up and fired the AK-47. Then he ran, his AK-47 still firing at the other boat. Then he tripped again. There was another corpse, which were laid down. He got the ammo from the dead man's AK-47. Then he ran again together with rapid gunfire.
Then he tripped again. Thinking that he dropped again on some carcass. But it wasn't. He met the remaining five together with Matthews. He greeted them. Then under Shun's command, they jumped to the other ship, which was only a few meters away. They landed at the deck. He couldn't see a single soul. yet. They dashed in triangle formation raiding each part of the room. They shot one in each room who were all pitilessly defenseless. They were about to reach the control room. They opened it and they were all shocked. 2 dozens of armed men were there in military fatigues. The men carrying pistols shot at point blank range. They purposely dropped on the floor but it was too late for most. Only the fluent English-speaker, Matthews and Ukiya were saved. Each of them covered on the wall. Then Matthews asked, "How come your so many?"
"We will pay back. Maybe you have found that we are smuggling opium to Europe. but we will strike back. You will be court," replied one of them in a Russian accent.
Matthews fired his Uzi, which just hit some equipment. Then he ordered the last of the cheap eight to create a diversion that would take his life. He was supposed to run in to keep them busy while Shun and Matthews would kill them. The man consented after all, his friends had died and so virtually, he was dead already. The man ran with courage not hesitating at all. Bullets came in towards his body yet his footsteps did not falter. Shun and Matthews fired aimlessly hitting all of the two dozen plus the patriot. The patriot was still running and then he finally fell. The bullets that hit the patriot did not seem to affect him as he ran. Shun would remember him. For that was the first time in all of his new life that someone saved him. He owed someone. The first time emotions came to him. Before that, he was completely a maddened cold-blooded killer who took no regard for life. He was still that but he the beast in him was tamed. Sadness was still there. Sadness.
The sea had calmed. The thunder had seized. For a moment there was silence. But it was disturbed by the alarms of several patrol boats, which cornered them. Then the real Coastguards arrested them. Shun and Edward did not bother to resist. They knew AEGIS would save them. They knew. all they needed to do was wait.
Shun was in a normal prison cell while Edward was in isolation for Matthews had a brawl with one of the guards. Shun lied down closing his eyes. Shun continued to ponder about his dream/nightmare. The sadness and loneliness that swept him was painful. He knew no one except Matthews. He protected no one. He cared for no one. Not even Matthews. He was a beast. He knew that very well. He repeated: Someone to protect? He needed no one. He trusted no one not even himself. He lived to destroy. That was it. His black gate was similar to that of Matthews. they were alike. Their only emotions were anger, sadness and loneliness. Matthews helped him rediscover his gate and he was grateful for that. But he did not use it so often like Matthews. Matthews claimed that these gates were to protect the world from invaders. Shun never saw them but they said he once countered them with his Gate of Black Hole or did he have a positive gate before. He wondered who he was before. Then he continued thinking of the dream.
Light. what did it mean? And how about the voice? The light. did it mean that he should stop the sadness and loneliness of a killer control him? Did it mean that he should be joyful? The emotion he never experienced in his new life. The haze. he knew it meant the sadness and loneliness in his life. But he tried to convince himself it wasn't. The blood and the sword. did it mean the rage? The thing that made him a beast he is today. Then he buried his head in the cushion of the barely adequate bed. He had fallen asleep.
Shun awoke in a blur. They told him someone was about to visit him. They opened the cell and let Shun out. The visitors had come near him. The guards told them that they should wait in the visiting quarters. But the visitors as he could see were two AEGIS personnel. They yelled, "Shun, cover your nose." After which, they dropped a gas bomb that bombarded the vision of the guards and other prisoners. The guards slumped to the ground. The AEGIS guys were wearing gas masks and then threw one to Shun who put it on. They got out off the place with alarms screaming.
Shun and the two AEGIS personnel ran swiftly until they hopped on an AEGIS vehicle. They took off their masks. Shun saw Edward together with another two who he guessed had saved him. Then they ran off as swift as lightning. Shun though he knew the sounds were know barely audible due to the speed asked, "Where are we going?"
One yelled, "To Rome, Italy for AEGIS international convention."
The commander had told the Gatekeepers that they would go on flight to Rome for the AEGIS convention. Ruriko was fully packed. Then she got Shun's kendo stick and put in her baggage and went out of the room to join the others.
Though it had been six months, she still was madly in love over Shun. When would she get over it? She did not know. Something in her told her not to give up, to hold on to that love. She promised herself: Shun will remain in my heart forever even if he is dead. But something told him he wasn't. He missed Shun too much. Her life would never be complete without him. she repeated, never.
A/N: Hope to put more romance in the next chapters. were my other chapters better? Plz review!