Alpha and Omega: A Ninja's Story
A GGX fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 1: Why not to get drunk
*Thoughts*
* * * -Scene Change
No, I don't GGX or any of its characters. I usually own with Chipp, however.
*Authors Note: Well, reasons I'm writing this.
1. Chipp is cool, and deserves more respect
2. GGX is cool as hell
3. I felt like it
Well, now that we've covered that, lets get it going.
Note - This will have some graphic violence and swearing, so no flaming because I didn't warn you.
France held many important things. It was the home base of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, The capital of the world, and the site to many other important events. One of the lesser known places it housed was the Sinful, a bar. It wasn't just a normal bar; it was the meeting place for almost any fighter of any good standing. Deals were made that changed the world in this bar. How well you were treated depended on how well you fought, the better you could fight the better service you got. Needless to say, the Tournament contenders usually held their own tables. The tables always stayed reserved for them, no matter who was in the bar. Some tables, such as Sol's or Chipp's, were rarely vacated, both waiting for jobs to spring up, others, such as Ky's or Potekmin's, were almost never used since they tended to be to busy to come down to the bar. The bar was a neutral zone, allowing no bar fights, you took it outside or it didn't happen. Even still, the tables were arranged according to how relations acted out. Ky and Sol's table were on opposite sides of the bar, and they avoided each other like the plague. Johnny and May had the same table, half because she wouldn't leave him alone, half because she was underage, and had to be with an adult at all times in the bar. Currently, Baiken, Sol, Milla, and Chipp were in the bar, for various reasons. Sol was waiting for jobs, Chipp was just getting drunk, Milla was hiding out from her pursers, and Baiken...nobody knew why Baiken was there, and nobody asked. Milla got up from her table, paid the barkeep, then left the bar. Almost instantly, the sounds of combat were heard, drawing almost nobody's attention. Most knew about what Milla had done and that the guild was hunting her down, and none wanted to mess with the guild. Well, one guy did.
Chipp staggered to his feet, knocking over almost half of the forty sake bottles around him. He had given up drugs long ago, but drinking was something he still did, and was quite good at holding his liquor. He walked over to Sol, who watched him with passing interest; Sol didn't feel any danger from him. Sol turned his attention fully to Chipp was the sound of clinking coins came to him, looking for a possible deal. Chipp held two bags of credits, and then dropped them on the table.
"200,000 credits, all of it up front."
Sol sniffed the air, and found the smell of sake quite strong. "And what would this payment be for, might I ask?"
"The rescue of Milla Rage."
Inside Sol's mind, a battle raged. The sum of money Chipp offered wasn't the largest sum Sol had ever been paid, but it wasn't small either. It was also upfront, which meant no hassle, he just fought and left, simple. But this was the Assassins Guild he was messing with, and while no bounty hunter in his right mind would put a price on Sol's head, he had suspicions that Zato-1, the leader of the guild, wasn't in his right mind. He would rather not have the entire assassin's guild on his tail. He sat, considering his decision. Reaching a conclusion, he grabbed the money from Chipp, drained his drink, and got up, Fireseal on his shoulder. Chipp led the way out of the bar, not even swaying for the amount of sake he seemed to have drunk. Outside, both took a quick look around, checking for signs of where Milla and her opponents had disappeared. The sound of battle was heard to the left, and both Sol and Chipp ran that way. The open square they entered was occupied by Milla and her pursers, Venom, the second in command of the guild, and about two dozen lower class assassins, armed with long daggers surrounded Milla. She was breathing heavily, and looked almost ready to collapse. Chipp reacted without thinking, dashing forward faster than anyone could follow. He passed right through a gap in the circle, without seemly touching anyone, and then two of the attackers fell to the ground, deep gashes across their back. Venom watched the new arrival, eyes hidden by his hair, then spoke.
"This is none of your business. Leave now and we'll forget you were here."
Chipp smirked, then dropped into a fighting stance, Milla standing stunned behind him.
"No can do. I'm staying."
"Last chance, leave now."
Chipp's reply was simple and to the point. "Kiss my ass!"
"Very well. Kill him."
The underlings charged forward, intent on spilling blood. three sped forward, leaping into the air, daggers aimed to impale Chipp. of the three, only the head of one made it, burning from flames. Sol landed beside Chipp, sword slightly smoking from the flames that had emerged from it. Venom opened his mouth to talk, but Sol flipped him off before he could say anything. Venom visibly sighed, then gave the order to attack again, and the group converged on the pair, although slower.
Before the assassins reached attacking distance, Chipp quickly whispered a battle plan to Sol.
"I'll take air, you take ground. We should do fine then." Sol nodded quickly; he'd do fine no matter what the plan.
Almost as one, the guild members charged, what remained of the first dozen leaping into the air, the other dozen on the ground. Chipp leaped up, arm blade already set for the first strike. He passed right by the first enemy, cutting him almost in half. The second enemy was better prepared; his blade blocked the chest strike. He was nowhere near as fast as Chipp however and never got the chance to block the second strike to his neck, removing it from his body. A third was still a distance away, but with a shout of "Alpha Blade!" that was quickly fixed. Chipp and his four remaining enemies landed on the roofs of the buildings, getting their bearings quickly. The guild members realized just what they were up against, and looked quite nervous. Chipp wondered of Venom was faring as well as he was, then the smell of burning flesh came to his nose, and he stop worrying. He looked to the closest assassin, and leaped at him. He was very well trained, and almost managed to block Chipp's attacks. Almost. The assassin's arms fell to the ground, cut so quickly he never even felt it, and Chipp cut his head off before the pain did hit him. He hated screaming. It always reminded him of the past.
Three assassins remained, and they had gathered into a group, each watching a side, backs together. Chipp smirked at the one staring at him, and with a shout of "Find Me!" faded from view. The assassin's eyes got big as dinner plates, and he started shaking from fear.
*Amateur.* Chipp dashed up to him, his footsteps heard but not seen. Chipp leapt, and leaves appeared around him, he latched on to the assassins back, blade around his neck, and drew it across the flesh, spilling blood across the ground. He jumped into the air, and the assassins turned to find their comrade dead. They looked around, but never thought to look up, and Chipp lunged down, blade at the ready. For some reason, he closed his eyes, going by his other senses.
He felt contact.
Much sooner than he should have.
He opened his eyes to be face to face with Venom, who had blocked his attack. Chipp defied gravity by jumping back in midair, landing about five feet from his new opponent.
Venom had Milla over his shoulder, unconscious; he dropped her into one of the assassin's hands. He faced off with Chipp, watching him.
"Why are you doing this? She means nothing to you."
"I was bored, and just felt like it."
"That's hardly a good reason to start a fight with the most powerful guild in the world."
"Well, it's mine."
Venom and Chipp faced off for a few seconds more, and then Venom inquired "Are you drunk?"
Chipp gave Venom a death glare, though he did turn red. "That has nothing to do with this!"
"That's why you did this, you're drunk. You'll wake up tomorrow regretting this."
"I most likely will. But that's tomorrow, not now. can we just fight?"
"As you wish."
Almost instantly, pool balls came flying at him, giving him no time to think and putting his reflexes to the test. His dodged countless number of pool balls for what seemed like hours, but the mental clock inside of him told him it had only been minutes. Finally, Chipp had enough of dodging, and started to get more offensive.
Four balls flew at him, aimed so he couldn't dodge them all, but that wasn't Chipp's plan. Four strikes and the pool balls flew to the ground in pieces. He crouched, then launched himself at Venom, his forward speed nearly fifty miles per hour. Venom put his cue stick up to block, but Chipp aimed for the center, cutting it in half. The power of the blow was so powerful however, that is drained Chipp's forward motion completely, leaving him suspended in the air. Chipp took the chance, swinging around in the air with his foot, catching Venom in the back of the head. Chipp landed, then pounced again, catching up with the flying Venom. He connected with another kick, sending Venom right into the ground. He jumped backwards, alert for a counter attack.
Venom picked himself off the ground, beaten. Chipp looked smug as he commented "The fight is mine."
"This dance is your, the fight is still to come."
Venom motioned a retreat, and the two remaining assassins, one bearing Milla, beat a hasty retreat.
"Nice try, but you aren't leaving." Chipp sped forward, catching the assassin carrying Milla. The Guild member never got to turn around before being cut to pieces, and Chipp got Milla. He turned around, looking down to the street corner, only to see several burnt bodies. Chipp shrugged, then set off for home.
* * * * *
"You let her escape!" Zato was furious; she had slipped though his grasp again.
"We were attacked. They tore my forces apart"
"By who? Who attacked you?"
"Chipp Zanuff and Sol Badguy, though I suspect that Sol was hired by Chipp. I have no idea why he took her though." Venom left the part out of Chipp being drunk, it would change nothing and make him look like a fool.
"Chipp Zanuff. Hmmm, I think I have something to deal with him." Zato looked off into the distance, seeing nothing with his eyes, sensing with his power. "Yes, he will do nicely. Leave me. The matter will be taken care of." Zato dismissed Venom, continuing to stare off. Only when Venom was gone did the hidden figure began to talk.
"So, Chipp, eh? I'm assuming you want me to deal with this problem?"
"Yes. Do it quickly. I want the girl here, and I want Chipp dead."
"Easy enough. I did, after all, kill his master. I'll get down to it."
And then he was gone.
* * * * *
Chipp sat up slowly in bed, his mind a mess from the hangover. He couldn't remember what had happened last night. He looked around, vision still blurry from sleep sand. He could only see fuzzy colors, and he began to process them.
"Gray. Walls. White. Table. Brightness. Window. Brown. Closet doors. Blond. Blond?" Chipp had nothing in his house that was blond colored. He rubbed his eyes, and vision a tad clearer, identified the blond color as hair, lots of hair. Hair that was connected to a sleeping girl. Chipp did many bad things in his life. He did plenty of drugs. He still drank plenty. One thing he had never done was bring girls home. He didn't like being close with anyone, even for a day. He was a born loner, and had been that way all his life. He looked again and noticed that the girl was fully clothed, which hit a point up for him. He looked at her face, and after several seconds of staring, identified the faces owner as Milla Rage.
What was Milla Rage doing in his house?
Then memory whacked him over the head with a brick, sending memories back into his brain. He hit upon the ones that explained why she was in his house. After reviewing them, he had only one thing to say;
"Oh. Shit."
End Chapter 1
Authors Note - Well, it's a start. First, this isn't a ChippxMilla. It's not going to end up that way either, partly because I can't write stories with parings in them well and also because I don't think that relationship would exactly work. Well, R+R, and tell me what you think. I have no idea how long this story will be, but it won't be short and it won't turn into a novel. Only other thing I can tell you is to expect sporadic updates.
A GGX fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 1: Why not to get drunk
*Thoughts*
* * * -Scene Change
No, I don't GGX or any of its characters. I usually own with Chipp, however.
*Authors Note: Well, reasons I'm writing this.
1. Chipp is cool, and deserves more respect
2. GGX is cool as hell
3. I felt like it
Well, now that we've covered that, lets get it going.
Note - This will have some graphic violence and swearing, so no flaming because I didn't warn you.
France held many important things. It was the home base of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, The capital of the world, and the site to many other important events. One of the lesser known places it housed was the Sinful, a bar. It wasn't just a normal bar; it was the meeting place for almost any fighter of any good standing. Deals were made that changed the world in this bar. How well you were treated depended on how well you fought, the better you could fight the better service you got. Needless to say, the Tournament contenders usually held their own tables. The tables always stayed reserved for them, no matter who was in the bar. Some tables, such as Sol's or Chipp's, were rarely vacated, both waiting for jobs to spring up, others, such as Ky's or Potekmin's, were almost never used since they tended to be to busy to come down to the bar. The bar was a neutral zone, allowing no bar fights, you took it outside or it didn't happen. Even still, the tables were arranged according to how relations acted out. Ky and Sol's table were on opposite sides of the bar, and they avoided each other like the plague. Johnny and May had the same table, half because she wouldn't leave him alone, half because she was underage, and had to be with an adult at all times in the bar. Currently, Baiken, Sol, Milla, and Chipp were in the bar, for various reasons. Sol was waiting for jobs, Chipp was just getting drunk, Milla was hiding out from her pursers, and Baiken...nobody knew why Baiken was there, and nobody asked. Milla got up from her table, paid the barkeep, then left the bar. Almost instantly, the sounds of combat were heard, drawing almost nobody's attention. Most knew about what Milla had done and that the guild was hunting her down, and none wanted to mess with the guild. Well, one guy did.
Chipp staggered to his feet, knocking over almost half of the forty sake bottles around him. He had given up drugs long ago, but drinking was something he still did, and was quite good at holding his liquor. He walked over to Sol, who watched him with passing interest; Sol didn't feel any danger from him. Sol turned his attention fully to Chipp was the sound of clinking coins came to him, looking for a possible deal. Chipp held two bags of credits, and then dropped them on the table.
"200,000 credits, all of it up front."
Sol sniffed the air, and found the smell of sake quite strong. "And what would this payment be for, might I ask?"
"The rescue of Milla Rage."
Inside Sol's mind, a battle raged. The sum of money Chipp offered wasn't the largest sum Sol had ever been paid, but it wasn't small either. It was also upfront, which meant no hassle, he just fought and left, simple. But this was the Assassins Guild he was messing with, and while no bounty hunter in his right mind would put a price on Sol's head, he had suspicions that Zato-1, the leader of the guild, wasn't in his right mind. He would rather not have the entire assassin's guild on his tail. He sat, considering his decision. Reaching a conclusion, he grabbed the money from Chipp, drained his drink, and got up, Fireseal on his shoulder. Chipp led the way out of the bar, not even swaying for the amount of sake he seemed to have drunk. Outside, both took a quick look around, checking for signs of where Milla and her opponents had disappeared. The sound of battle was heard to the left, and both Sol and Chipp ran that way. The open square they entered was occupied by Milla and her pursers, Venom, the second in command of the guild, and about two dozen lower class assassins, armed with long daggers surrounded Milla. She was breathing heavily, and looked almost ready to collapse. Chipp reacted without thinking, dashing forward faster than anyone could follow. He passed right through a gap in the circle, without seemly touching anyone, and then two of the attackers fell to the ground, deep gashes across their back. Venom watched the new arrival, eyes hidden by his hair, then spoke.
"This is none of your business. Leave now and we'll forget you were here."
Chipp smirked, then dropped into a fighting stance, Milla standing stunned behind him.
"No can do. I'm staying."
"Last chance, leave now."
Chipp's reply was simple and to the point. "Kiss my ass!"
"Very well. Kill him."
The underlings charged forward, intent on spilling blood. three sped forward, leaping into the air, daggers aimed to impale Chipp. of the three, only the head of one made it, burning from flames. Sol landed beside Chipp, sword slightly smoking from the flames that had emerged from it. Venom opened his mouth to talk, but Sol flipped him off before he could say anything. Venom visibly sighed, then gave the order to attack again, and the group converged on the pair, although slower.
Before the assassins reached attacking distance, Chipp quickly whispered a battle plan to Sol.
"I'll take air, you take ground. We should do fine then." Sol nodded quickly; he'd do fine no matter what the plan.
Almost as one, the guild members charged, what remained of the first dozen leaping into the air, the other dozen on the ground. Chipp leaped up, arm blade already set for the first strike. He passed right by the first enemy, cutting him almost in half. The second enemy was better prepared; his blade blocked the chest strike. He was nowhere near as fast as Chipp however and never got the chance to block the second strike to his neck, removing it from his body. A third was still a distance away, but with a shout of "Alpha Blade!" that was quickly fixed. Chipp and his four remaining enemies landed on the roofs of the buildings, getting their bearings quickly. The guild members realized just what they were up against, and looked quite nervous. Chipp wondered of Venom was faring as well as he was, then the smell of burning flesh came to his nose, and he stop worrying. He looked to the closest assassin, and leaped at him. He was very well trained, and almost managed to block Chipp's attacks. Almost. The assassin's arms fell to the ground, cut so quickly he never even felt it, and Chipp cut his head off before the pain did hit him. He hated screaming. It always reminded him of the past.
Three assassins remained, and they had gathered into a group, each watching a side, backs together. Chipp smirked at the one staring at him, and with a shout of "Find Me!" faded from view. The assassin's eyes got big as dinner plates, and he started shaking from fear.
*Amateur.* Chipp dashed up to him, his footsteps heard but not seen. Chipp leapt, and leaves appeared around him, he latched on to the assassins back, blade around his neck, and drew it across the flesh, spilling blood across the ground. He jumped into the air, and the assassins turned to find their comrade dead. They looked around, but never thought to look up, and Chipp lunged down, blade at the ready. For some reason, he closed his eyes, going by his other senses.
He felt contact.
Much sooner than he should have.
He opened his eyes to be face to face with Venom, who had blocked his attack. Chipp defied gravity by jumping back in midair, landing about five feet from his new opponent.
Venom had Milla over his shoulder, unconscious; he dropped her into one of the assassin's hands. He faced off with Chipp, watching him.
"Why are you doing this? She means nothing to you."
"I was bored, and just felt like it."
"That's hardly a good reason to start a fight with the most powerful guild in the world."
"Well, it's mine."
Venom and Chipp faced off for a few seconds more, and then Venom inquired "Are you drunk?"
Chipp gave Venom a death glare, though he did turn red. "That has nothing to do with this!"
"That's why you did this, you're drunk. You'll wake up tomorrow regretting this."
"I most likely will. But that's tomorrow, not now. can we just fight?"
"As you wish."
Almost instantly, pool balls came flying at him, giving him no time to think and putting his reflexes to the test. His dodged countless number of pool balls for what seemed like hours, but the mental clock inside of him told him it had only been minutes. Finally, Chipp had enough of dodging, and started to get more offensive.
Four balls flew at him, aimed so he couldn't dodge them all, but that wasn't Chipp's plan. Four strikes and the pool balls flew to the ground in pieces. He crouched, then launched himself at Venom, his forward speed nearly fifty miles per hour. Venom put his cue stick up to block, but Chipp aimed for the center, cutting it in half. The power of the blow was so powerful however, that is drained Chipp's forward motion completely, leaving him suspended in the air. Chipp took the chance, swinging around in the air with his foot, catching Venom in the back of the head. Chipp landed, then pounced again, catching up with the flying Venom. He connected with another kick, sending Venom right into the ground. He jumped backwards, alert for a counter attack.
Venom picked himself off the ground, beaten. Chipp looked smug as he commented "The fight is mine."
"This dance is your, the fight is still to come."
Venom motioned a retreat, and the two remaining assassins, one bearing Milla, beat a hasty retreat.
"Nice try, but you aren't leaving." Chipp sped forward, catching the assassin carrying Milla. The Guild member never got to turn around before being cut to pieces, and Chipp got Milla. He turned around, looking down to the street corner, only to see several burnt bodies. Chipp shrugged, then set off for home.
* * * * *
"You let her escape!" Zato was furious; she had slipped though his grasp again.
"We were attacked. They tore my forces apart"
"By who? Who attacked you?"
"Chipp Zanuff and Sol Badguy, though I suspect that Sol was hired by Chipp. I have no idea why he took her though." Venom left the part out of Chipp being drunk, it would change nothing and make him look like a fool.
"Chipp Zanuff. Hmmm, I think I have something to deal with him." Zato looked off into the distance, seeing nothing with his eyes, sensing with his power. "Yes, he will do nicely. Leave me. The matter will be taken care of." Zato dismissed Venom, continuing to stare off. Only when Venom was gone did the hidden figure began to talk.
"So, Chipp, eh? I'm assuming you want me to deal with this problem?"
"Yes. Do it quickly. I want the girl here, and I want Chipp dead."
"Easy enough. I did, after all, kill his master. I'll get down to it."
And then he was gone.
* * * * *
Chipp sat up slowly in bed, his mind a mess from the hangover. He couldn't remember what had happened last night. He looked around, vision still blurry from sleep sand. He could only see fuzzy colors, and he began to process them.
"Gray. Walls. White. Table. Brightness. Window. Brown. Closet doors. Blond. Blond?" Chipp had nothing in his house that was blond colored. He rubbed his eyes, and vision a tad clearer, identified the blond color as hair, lots of hair. Hair that was connected to a sleeping girl. Chipp did many bad things in his life. He did plenty of drugs. He still drank plenty. One thing he had never done was bring girls home. He didn't like being close with anyone, even for a day. He was a born loner, and had been that way all his life. He looked again and noticed that the girl was fully clothed, which hit a point up for him. He looked at her face, and after several seconds of staring, identified the faces owner as Milla Rage.
What was Milla Rage doing in his house?
Then memory whacked him over the head with a brick, sending memories back into his brain. He hit upon the ones that explained why she was in his house. After reviewing them, he had only one thing to say;
"Oh. Shit."
End Chapter 1
Authors Note - Well, it's a start. First, this isn't a ChippxMilla. It's not going to end up that way either, partly because I can't write stories with parings in them well and also because I don't think that relationship would exactly work. Well, R+R, and tell me what you think. I have no idea how long this story will be, but it won't be short and it won't turn into a novel. Only other thing I can tell you is to expect sporadic updates.