Disclaimer: I did not create any characters from Bio-Booster Armour Guyver, nor am I writing this for personal profit of any kind.
A/N: Welcome to my first Guyver fic! Legacy of the Fourth Guyver is set in an alternate reality that splits from the official story line right after the fall of Chronos Japan. Just thought you ought to know. Don't be afraid to review (or flame as the case may be)! To any fans of the other Guyver 4, I have nothing to do with her, and I have never read one of her fics, so I suggest you stop reading now.
The Legacy of the Fourth Guyver
Chapter the first: Did I die?
"Mr. Fukamachi will stop your daydreaming and pay attention!" Was Mr. Inaka's shrill, nasal screaming meant for me? I don't know how I should feel. I think I'm supposed to be embarrassed. How could I have known what to feel if everything was in this haze? A fog that hasn't lifted since that run in with Enzyme. It's plagued me from the time I . . . Did I die? Could it have death if I'm still here?
"Don't think so loudly Guyver one." A voice ran through my mind, interrupting my thoughts. A voice that emanated from the vicinity of my spinal cord.
"I'll never get used to this, Agito," I thought back to my invisible companion.
"I'm trying to keep Gyro off of our trails so be quiet. It's hard to think when your damn musings keep crawling up my back."
"I'm sorry it's just that . . ."
"You don't need to explain, I already heard it. Don't worry about that hazy feeling. Your brain hasn't fully reconstructed itself yet. Just watch out if you start bleeding for no reason or if your flesh starts to melt."
"Very reassuring, now get back to sweet talking Chronos." So that was it. It had nothing to do with if I was alive or dead or if I was real. Nothing philosophical. Unless you consider knowing that your brain is regrowing philos—
"Fukamachi would you pay attention!" Snap back to reality. "Like I was saying, during the terrorist act attack on the school, we, regrettably, lost some of our best students," he lied. It was an attack by the hyper Zonoid team five. Not an attack on the school but an attempt to kill me. Or at least what lived inside of me. It would have been successful if Agito hadn't saved me. It still didn't matter. I still wound up dead, and Chronos was still able to cover the whole thing up. I wound up dead. I never would have guessed I would have used those words.
"So, we our class will be taking on the students from classes three, five and eleven." Class five. That explains why Mizuki is here. She tried to talk to me before, tried to ask me about what happened. Not yet. How can a walking corpse with a half-formed brain like me talk to such a beautiful lotus. Loving Mizuki as Sho Fukamachi was one thing, but I was no longer Sho, or even a human being. I am The Guyver.
A/N: Ha ha, very funny. A reference to that horrible live action movie. I'm sorry.
Class thirteen wasn't among those mentioned. It would have been good to have Tetsuro to talk to. Nothing better than a friendly face when your questioning your own reality. Of course that would have been too much to ask. The Chronos controlled school would want to separate us as much as possible. "Along with the other classes we have accepted one exchange student from the United States." What?! I hope my brain can continue to heal while it spins. The school couldn't take on more student in it's current condition. It was already one hell of a task to avoid all of the construction. Of course if he was an exchange student then they must have given up another student. My eyes scoured the room looking for someone missing who wasn't already dead. Natzuki! They took Natzuki. I should have known they would take one of the few people keeping Mizuki sane. They'll never stop until we're all dead and my armor is in a lab somewhere.
"Ah, here he is now." He walked through the door to quite a few strange looks. Though he was wearing the traditional black school uniform, he looked anything but uniform. The black jacket was open down the front and his shirt underneath was untucked. His hair was oddly spiky and stuck up at completely off kilter angles. I couldn't really tell well from my distance but there also looked like something was wrong with the way the light reflected of his right eye. American eh? Yes, a definite cowboy.
"Go ahead, son introduce yourself son," urged Mr. Inaka in slurred English.
"No need for my language," he said in our tongue. His Japanese was fluent, not at all the stiff forced words that tourists spoke from their little dictionaries. "My name is Maxwell Volnutt, but if it helps your comfort level you can call me Hajime." He was worried about our comfort? That seemed too courteous. God it's been so long since I forgot how to trust.
"Okay, Hajime, why don't you take a seat over . . . Ah! Right there by Ms. Segawa." By Mizuki?! Could this be more of Chronos?! NO. No, I need to relax. It's probably just my brain going through whatever it needs to go through to be my brain again. He walked slowly through the isles of seats, accompanied by every pair of eyes in the room. As he walked by my desk I could see there was something definitely something wrong with his eye. But something in me told me to gaze down to the floor when I tried to get a better look. At least this way I could see that rather than sneakers or dress shoes he was wearing heavy boots with plenty of zippers and belts. Americans.
He took his seat behind my Mizuki. Was it just me or did she not even try to look at him? This raised my spirits a very small amount.
Mr. Inaka made us each introduce each of us introduce ourselves in turn. When it came to me I nearly choked. What was my name? "Err, Sho Fukamachi." Hajime, who had been so uninterested with our names, got a sudden strange look on his face, but in a second it was gone. I must have imagined it. Nothing better than having a huge corporation with an army of men who can turn into monsters trying to kill and your friends to stir up a little paranoia.
"There!" said Mr. Inaka "Now that the pleasantries are over we can get on with the Lesson. Now who can tell me what a 'mandala tessellation' is? Anyone? Anyone? Maybe our new student? Hajime?"
Hajime blinked and said matter of factly "It's a shape that can infinitely fit together with itself from any side or angle and is horizontally and vertically symmetrical." His voice was dark, silky and somewhat monotonily calm. It reminded me of Agito.
"I . . . err . . . Yes, that's right," said Mr. Inaka, looking dumbfound.
"So you say this American exchange kid knew all of Inaka's questions? Damn, I don't think I've even got three of his . . ." It felt great to finally talk to Tetsuro. We hadn't said much since Guyver III and I destroyed the Chronos Japan headquarters. He was being his same jolly, jovial self, despite all the chaos. I think he really believed that Chronos was willing to give us a break before striking again. "You don't think he might be . . ."
"With them?" I finished for him "Yes I do."
"Well why don't you just ask Makishima?"
"Agito? I can't. He's scouting with some Chronos footsoldiers, trying to get them off of our scent. If I talk to him know I could disrupt his thoughts."
"Hey, shut up. Here he comes. Taking the grand tour, I see." Hajime was being guided past a construction area by one of my 'good friends,' Yamamoto.
" . . . And here's where one of the bombs went off," said his tour guide.
"Don't you mean where a monster smashed the wall?" I said, dipping my head in.
"Dammit, Fukamachi! You're always saying the same stupid things!" he 'replied' while slamming me down with his foot.
"Hmm heh." Hajime was laughing a bit.
"Whats this? Old stoneface cracks?!" said Yamamoto. "You haven't said a single thing since I started showing you around, and now your laughing at Fukamachi's stupid joke?" He was laughing at it. Maybe because he knew it was monsters. The hyper Zonoids.
"Oh, it's just," he began returning to is chiseled continence, "You're acting just like characters from an anime."
"Anime?"
"One of your cartoons." The truth was staring me in the face, a burning green crack in reality. I was in a cartoon. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.
"I . . . I" No words for the ideas rushing through my control metal infused mind.
"Err, Fukamachi? Did I say something wrong?"
"Uh, no."
"Listen, Sho. Can I talk to you a little more privately?" so it must be true. He must be with Chronos.
"Y-yeah. Sure." I could feel the condensed Guyver organism throb on my back. I looked over to Yamamoto, realization dawning on his face.
"Oh. I see. I can tell when I'm not wanted," he said walking away. He muttered something about our ingratitude before he was out of earshot. His eye . . . The pupil is white and the rest is black. What did it mean? Was he partially blind? I shouldn't care, either way. If he was from Chronos than he would be dead in thirty seconds anyway.
"Well, Fukamachi," he began, "I guess I should deliver my message, from your new gods!" he broke out in a grimace. Before I could even let my call for the Guyver fly from my lips, a dull pain shot through my body. It was hard to breathe, and I collapsed to my knees. I felt another blow this time to my jaw. All I saw was sky and a streak of my own blood flung into my eyes from my lip.
I scrambled to my feet, my vision still blurred. "GUUUUYV--"
"Don't bio-boost," came Tetsuro's voice. He was lying sprawled on the ground, blood sprayed across his face from a gash on his cheek, his glasses lay some four feet away. "He's already gone."
A/N: There ya' go! My very first Guyver chap! Hoped you enjoyed it. Special thanks to Green Day, Orgy, Highlander Comics, Max Payne & Rockstar games, Pik who introduced me to this site, and especially to a three inch by three inch by three inch wooden cube. And remember kids: Our future looks brighter, when the young are born so cold hearted.
