Alpha and Omega: A Ninja's Story
A GGX Fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 4: Transport
*Words here*- Thoughts
#Words Here# - Sound Effects
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*Authors Note- I actually don't have a lot to say this time. Nothing to write about, nothing to say. Well, other than Chipp's a badass, but you knew that already. The Chipp hiring Sol thing ill make it into the story, but it won't be to the end. There, I said something. On with the Fic!
Johnny sat in the bar, nursing his drink. He was waiting; he had gotten contact from Chipp Zanuff. May sat next to him, looking around only as a kid can. Johnny didn't expect trouble, but he liked to play it safe.
"Johnny. Johnny. Johnny!" May pulled on Johnny's arm, finally getting his attention. Johnny looked down at May, fairly annoyed. He was here for a contact, the ninja Chipp, who wanted transport.
"What? We have someone to pick up; we don't have time to look around."
May stared straight into Johnny's eyes, and pointed, also annoyed. "Chipp's right there, with someone else."
Johnny reached out and lowered May's pointed arm. "He has space for two, so someone should be with him. He'll come when he needs to, so just wait for him." Johnny turned back to his drink, ignoring May's attempts to get him to look. Finally, May jumped up and grabbed Johnny's head, using her super strength to wrench Johnny's head to look, and Johnny finally saw what she wanted him to see. Chipp Zanuff was indeed there, though from the look he might not be alive. He was covered head to toe in blood, which had dried to a dull black. He was being carried by a blond woman who looked to be Milla Rage, which held little surprise for Johnny. He had heard about the fight outside the bar. He reached up to move May's arms, then looked down at her.
"Please just tell me next time." He shifted his neck, trying to get it back into a comfortable position. May looked up at him, not sure how to respond, and let out a single sniffle.
Johnny, knowing what was about to happen, put his hands up. "I was joking. It was a joke." He reached down and ruffled her hair, something he knew she didn't like, but he did it anyway, just to tease her. As much as she acted an adult, she was still was just a child, and Johnny knew she needed to remember that, as much as it hurt her pride. "Call the Mayship and get someone down here to help."
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Chipp awoke, warm and cozy. Forcing his mind to clear, he felt the warm blanket and pastel colors. He also felt the movement and vibration. He sat up and looked around, then at himself. He was wearing a loose shirt and pants, both were black and felt like silk. He looked around and saw the spacious room, filled with pleasant colors and few fancy decorations.
*This is Johnny's room. Milla must have hauled me here.*
Chipp and Johnny were good friends, both personally and professionally. Chipp had done Johnny quite a few favors, and Johnny had gotten Chipp out of more than a few situations that had gone from bad to worse. Currently, Chipp held the top, having helped Johnny rescue several of his crew members who had been taken captive by bandits. Neither really kept track, however, since both were willing to help out if needed. Most of the things they did for each other were paid for, as both had lives to maintain, and it was rare that either couldn't, or didn't pay.
*Well, guess it's time to make my appearance.*
Chipp got up, heading for the door. He was fine wearing the sleek outfits, mostly because his cloths were much the same; even his training cloths were comfortable and easy on the skin. Chipp exited out the door, and went down the hallway to the common room to get something to eat. His entrance seemed to go unnoticed, but Chipp saw the sideward glances of the female crew, and smiled inwardly. When he had first been on the May ship, he had often thought the crew was suspicious of him. After he had relayed his troubles to Johnny, Johnny had laughed, explaining that more than a small amount of the crew nursed a crush on him. After that, he had always enjoyed the attention for some reason, talking and joking with random crew members, sitting down to eat with one of the many groups of girls, even taking some to dances they held. Chipp remembered how uncomfortable the first dance he had gone to had been, and just how many girls there had been. He wasn't a true sexist, he thought of girls as generally weaker, but wasn't stupid or egotistical about it, anymore at least. Both May and Milla had taught him that woman could fight just as well as men, and he had accepted the fact readily. The idea had mostly come from his Japanese master, whose entire culture put woman behind men, while his American past held both as equal in almost all respects. The dance had made him feel outnumbered, severally outnumbered, and the few other men, besides Johnny, had all had the same look. The girls hadn't seemed to notice or mind if they did, they most likely knew it happened. Chipp had danced with more women that night then he had known his entire life, many of the dances were designed to be able to quickly switch partners. Chipp had been uneasy about the whole thing, but a couple of drinks of the punch, which Chipp later learned was spiked, and several dances loosened him up, and he was soon dancing with anyone he came across. When the night was almost over, the final event came into play, the slow dance. The slow dance was a chance for the girls who found a date to enjoy it; they found their partner and danced one slow dance with him. Chipp had gone with a girl named June, one of Johnny's original 12 members. She was almost the same age as Chipp, and she was supposed to be one of his biggest fans. He knew how to slow dance, better than she did, and he ended up guiding her though it. She wasn't totally hopeless, quite the opposite, she was quick on her feet, had good balance and was willing to follow him, for one reason or another. Johnny was on the other side of the dance hall, guiding Dizzy though the same dance. They danced for several minutes, till all the others had given up, and only Chipp, June, Dizzy, and Johnny were left. Chipp, dancing and trying to not mind June's head leaning against his shoulder, suddenly got an idea. Signaling to Johnny, who noticed out of the corner of his eyes, Chipp used a motion that only someone from North America would know. Johnny eyed Chipp, then smiled and slowly nodded. He motioned with his head back to the band, and Chipp gave the same signal to them, and the leader of the band smiled as well. He knew the song, and knew what the two lucky girls were in for.
Many years ago, when both Chipp and Johnny were kids in the US, Several of the best dancers from every major form of dancing, slow dancing, speed dancing, tap dancing, and many more, had all been hired by a rich billionaire to create a perfect dance that anyone could dance. The objective was impossible, but the man paid well, and they set to work. After six months they had come forward with a dance that had made him happy, a dance that could be danced by one person even if they had a partner. The dance allowed one person who knew the dance well enough, to dance with someone who had no idea how to dance it as if they were jus as good as their partner. The dance had been an instant boom for everyone, more so for another fact; the dance could be easily modified to be any form of two person dance while still retaining its original ability. There existed hundreds of versions of the dance, some popular, some almost unknown. The version Chipp had signaled was a well known, and difficult, version of the dance, designed to be danced by two couples. The band switched to the start of the song, which was a series of notes that allowed the dancers to get into position. Chipp and Johnny moved quickly, dragging their confused and uncomfortable dates to the center. They quickly stood June and Dizzy facing each other, and both got between them, facing their dates. Holding their hands out, their grabbed their dates outstretched hands, then moved into their own position. Few of the crowd knew what they were doing, and the few that did kept their mouths shut and smiled. Chipp and Johnny stood frozen, necks twisted to face each other, and both smiled, then the music hit the real start. Chipp and Johnny were gone, moving and twisting their startled partners to the fast and upbeat music. The dance was complex and speedy, needing agility and balance to be preformed. Chipp's noticed June's expression of pure fright; she was scared to death of what was happening. Chipp quickly used one of the dances hidden moves, a spin that allowed Chipp to quickly land a small kiss on his partner's cheek. The move would go unnoticed to all but those who knew it, and the ones who knew it would most likely know its meaning. The kiss was one of reassurance, not intimacy, preformed to help ease partner's fears. June relaxed and nearly melted in his arms, she was no longer afraid. The dance became faster and faster, Chipp and Johnny spinning their partners in an orbit around the other. The soon began to reach its climax, moving into an almost unreal speed. Soon Chipp and Johnny were heading towards the other, so fast it looked as if a collision was unavoidable. The last second brought the many closed eyes and fear of collision, but no one heard or saw anything, so they turned back. Chipp and Johnny stood frozen, bent over their respective dates, who were leaning backwards, only supported by Johnny or Chipp, and looked ready to fall. The music had almost completely faded, soft and almost unheard. Chipp and Johnny slowly raised their partners up, then moved apart towards the other, outstretched arms still holding their dancing partners. They stood face to face, looking the other in the eye. Then a single sound of the drum came, and Chipp and Johnny quickly switched partners. Now dancing with Dizzy, a gear he knew to be one of the most powerful creatures on the planet, an insecure girl who almost shook in her hands, a fighter who had defeated him nearly a month ago, sending him back to more training. She could easily wipe a large part of humanity off the face of the planet before someone managed to stop her, but she had instead joined a group if pirates simply because they accepted her. Now she was in his arms, unsure of herself and her situation. Her wings were hidden, but he could feel their power, watching him, making sure that he did nothing to endanger any of them. Chipp was careful about what he did while dancing with Dizzy, though the dance was still fiery and quick, and he could often see her confusion. Finally, the song reached its climax, ending with Chipp and Johnny standing in a slight bow to their partners. After holding the bow for several seconds, both Chipp and Johnny walked off the dance floor to the deafening sound of applause, grabbing a drink and ended the dance, getting everyone on their way home.
"Chipp! Chipp! Wake up you idiot!" Chipp jumped slightly, looking up into the face of Johnny. He was sitting at one of the dining tables, having run completely on auto while thinking. He looked around, slightly embarrassed since his entire art was based on always remaining alert, and in the past, the punishment for a ninja of his skill to be caught surprised was death on the spot. Chipp got up and followed Johnny, heading towards his private room. Several twists and turns later, Chipp and Johnny were alone, in the rather cramped, but homely, private room of the ship. Johnny went over to a small mini fridge, pulling out two drinks, offering one to Chipp. Chipp took it, but was hesitant to drink; this wasn't the time to get drunk. Johnny urged him on. "It's not alcohol, so don't worry."
Satisfied, Chipp took a drink, discovering it to be a juice that had no definite taste; it was sweet and sour, spicy and mild, all at the same time. He took another swig, finding himself suddenly thirsty. He sat down in one of the chairs that were scattered around the room, and Johnny sat across from him, waiting in silence. He finally spoke a single word.
"Well?"
Chipp sighed, setting his drink in his lap. "I'm in so much trouble. I'm sure you know who it was that brought me here."
"Milla Rage. She's an outcast from the Assassins Guild, being chased down by order of the rumored insane leader, Zato-one. Not a nice character, sane or not."
"Well, I'm sure that you know why she's with me as well."
"That stunt you pulled over at the bar, no one knew what exactly what happened, except Sol, but he never says anything, but rumors spread, and it appears some were right. I'd ask if you were drunk, but I know better."
Chipp took another drink, draining the bottle. "Long story short, I was going to keep her at my house until the mess blew over, not even you know where I live, but someone else doe seem to. I've been hounded after that, and I ran into someone the other day who poses a serious threat."
"Well, you paid for two, and extra, so you can consider this place home until it does blow over."
Chipp looked into Johnny's eyes. "How is she? She was a wreak when I found her, hadn't slept in days, hadn't eaten in longer, I bet she thinks she only spent one day at the house, I was busy with her for two."
"She fell asleep almost as soon as she showed up in town. She slept for hours. Sleep loss wasn't the only thing that affected her. I'm betting drugs."
"She's not a druggie, I can tell them a mile away. They must have slipped something into her drinks at the bar to make her an easier catch. That's the past, though. How is she now?"
"She dressed up into crew uniform, adjusting to her surroundings."
"You can't help but dress up women in your uniforms, can you?"
Johnny glared at Chipp, catching the minor insult. "She's that way for a reason. I have dozens of blonds in my crew, and the entire crew is female, whoever's after her will have to go through the entire crew to find her. I've warned her to keep a low profile if the place is attacked, and not to fight unless forced. She knows why, and I bet she'll listen."
Important matters aside, Chipp and Johnny talked of small matters, where they had been, what they had done, and other things of no real importance. Suddenly, an alarm rang though the ship, sending Chipp and Johnny to their feet.
"What is that!?!" Chipp looked at Johnny.
"The ships under attack, inside attack. We have to find Milla, now." Both were out the door in a flash, ready for anything.
End Chapter 4
Authors Note- Well, this chapter was supposed to last longer, but that flash back was a whole lot longer than I thought it would be, and I want to out this up tonight. Don't really ask me any questions about the dancing thing, I have no idea why I wrote it, but I'm sure it'll have some impact in the future. Well, that's it.
A GGX Fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 4: Transport
*Words here*- Thoughts
#Words Here# - Sound Effects
* * * - Scene Change
*Authors Note- I actually don't have a lot to say this time. Nothing to write about, nothing to say. Well, other than Chipp's a badass, but you knew that already. The Chipp hiring Sol thing ill make it into the story, but it won't be to the end. There, I said something. On with the Fic!
Johnny sat in the bar, nursing his drink. He was waiting; he had gotten contact from Chipp Zanuff. May sat next to him, looking around only as a kid can. Johnny didn't expect trouble, but he liked to play it safe.
"Johnny. Johnny. Johnny!" May pulled on Johnny's arm, finally getting his attention. Johnny looked down at May, fairly annoyed. He was here for a contact, the ninja Chipp, who wanted transport.
"What? We have someone to pick up; we don't have time to look around."
May stared straight into Johnny's eyes, and pointed, also annoyed. "Chipp's right there, with someone else."
Johnny reached out and lowered May's pointed arm. "He has space for two, so someone should be with him. He'll come when he needs to, so just wait for him." Johnny turned back to his drink, ignoring May's attempts to get him to look. Finally, May jumped up and grabbed Johnny's head, using her super strength to wrench Johnny's head to look, and Johnny finally saw what she wanted him to see. Chipp Zanuff was indeed there, though from the look he might not be alive. He was covered head to toe in blood, which had dried to a dull black. He was being carried by a blond woman who looked to be Milla Rage, which held little surprise for Johnny. He had heard about the fight outside the bar. He reached up to move May's arms, then looked down at her.
"Please just tell me next time." He shifted his neck, trying to get it back into a comfortable position. May looked up at him, not sure how to respond, and let out a single sniffle.
Johnny, knowing what was about to happen, put his hands up. "I was joking. It was a joke." He reached down and ruffled her hair, something he knew she didn't like, but he did it anyway, just to tease her. As much as she acted an adult, she was still was just a child, and Johnny knew she needed to remember that, as much as it hurt her pride. "Call the Mayship and get someone down here to help."
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Chipp awoke, warm and cozy. Forcing his mind to clear, he felt the warm blanket and pastel colors. He also felt the movement and vibration. He sat up and looked around, then at himself. He was wearing a loose shirt and pants, both were black and felt like silk. He looked around and saw the spacious room, filled with pleasant colors and few fancy decorations.
*This is Johnny's room. Milla must have hauled me here.*
Chipp and Johnny were good friends, both personally and professionally. Chipp had done Johnny quite a few favors, and Johnny had gotten Chipp out of more than a few situations that had gone from bad to worse. Currently, Chipp held the top, having helped Johnny rescue several of his crew members who had been taken captive by bandits. Neither really kept track, however, since both were willing to help out if needed. Most of the things they did for each other were paid for, as both had lives to maintain, and it was rare that either couldn't, or didn't pay.
*Well, guess it's time to make my appearance.*
Chipp got up, heading for the door. He was fine wearing the sleek outfits, mostly because his cloths were much the same; even his training cloths were comfortable and easy on the skin. Chipp exited out the door, and went down the hallway to the common room to get something to eat. His entrance seemed to go unnoticed, but Chipp saw the sideward glances of the female crew, and smiled inwardly. When he had first been on the May ship, he had often thought the crew was suspicious of him. After he had relayed his troubles to Johnny, Johnny had laughed, explaining that more than a small amount of the crew nursed a crush on him. After that, he had always enjoyed the attention for some reason, talking and joking with random crew members, sitting down to eat with one of the many groups of girls, even taking some to dances they held. Chipp remembered how uncomfortable the first dance he had gone to had been, and just how many girls there had been. He wasn't a true sexist, he thought of girls as generally weaker, but wasn't stupid or egotistical about it, anymore at least. Both May and Milla had taught him that woman could fight just as well as men, and he had accepted the fact readily. The idea had mostly come from his Japanese master, whose entire culture put woman behind men, while his American past held both as equal in almost all respects. The dance had made him feel outnumbered, severally outnumbered, and the few other men, besides Johnny, had all had the same look. The girls hadn't seemed to notice or mind if they did, they most likely knew it happened. Chipp had danced with more women that night then he had known his entire life, many of the dances were designed to be able to quickly switch partners. Chipp had been uneasy about the whole thing, but a couple of drinks of the punch, which Chipp later learned was spiked, and several dances loosened him up, and he was soon dancing with anyone he came across. When the night was almost over, the final event came into play, the slow dance. The slow dance was a chance for the girls who found a date to enjoy it; they found their partner and danced one slow dance with him. Chipp had gone with a girl named June, one of Johnny's original 12 members. She was almost the same age as Chipp, and she was supposed to be one of his biggest fans. He knew how to slow dance, better than she did, and he ended up guiding her though it. She wasn't totally hopeless, quite the opposite, she was quick on her feet, had good balance and was willing to follow him, for one reason or another. Johnny was on the other side of the dance hall, guiding Dizzy though the same dance. They danced for several minutes, till all the others had given up, and only Chipp, June, Dizzy, and Johnny were left. Chipp, dancing and trying to not mind June's head leaning against his shoulder, suddenly got an idea. Signaling to Johnny, who noticed out of the corner of his eyes, Chipp used a motion that only someone from North America would know. Johnny eyed Chipp, then smiled and slowly nodded. He motioned with his head back to the band, and Chipp gave the same signal to them, and the leader of the band smiled as well. He knew the song, and knew what the two lucky girls were in for.
Many years ago, when both Chipp and Johnny were kids in the US, Several of the best dancers from every major form of dancing, slow dancing, speed dancing, tap dancing, and many more, had all been hired by a rich billionaire to create a perfect dance that anyone could dance. The objective was impossible, but the man paid well, and they set to work. After six months they had come forward with a dance that had made him happy, a dance that could be danced by one person even if they had a partner. The dance allowed one person who knew the dance well enough, to dance with someone who had no idea how to dance it as if they were jus as good as their partner. The dance had been an instant boom for everyone, more so for another fact; the dance could be easily modified to be any form of two person dance while still retaining its original ability. There existed hundreds of versions of the dance, some popular, some almost unknown. The version Chipp had signaled was a well known, and difficult, version of the dance, designed to be danced by two couples. The band switched to the start of the song, which was a series of notes that allowed the dancers to get into position. Chipp and Johnny moved quickly, dragging their confused and uncomfortable dates to the center. They quickly stood June and Dizzy facing each other, and both got between them, facing their dates. Holding their hands out, their grabbed their dates outstretched hands, then moved into their own position. Few of the crowd knew what they were doing, and the few that did kept their mouths shut and smiled. Chipp and Johnny stood frozen, necks twisted to face each other, and both smiled, then the music hit the real start. Chipp and Johnny were gone, moving and twisting their startled partners to the fast and upbeat music. The dance was complex and speedy, needing agility and balance to be preformed. Chipp's noticed June's expression of pure fright; she was scared to death of what was happening. Chipp quickly used one of the dances hidden moves, a spin that allowed Chipp to quickly land a small kiss on his partner's cheek. The move would go unnoticed to all but those who knew it, and the ones who knew it would most likely know its meaning. The kiss was one of reassurance, not intimacy, preformed to help ease partner's fears. June relaxed and nearly melted in his arms, she was no longer afraid. The dance became faster and faster, Chipp and Johnny spinning their partners in an orbit around the other. The soon began to reach its climax, moving into an almost unreal speed. Soon Chipp and Johnny were heading towards the other, so fast it looked as if a collision was unavoidable. The last second brought the many closed eyes and fear of collision, but no one heard or saw anything, so they turned back. Chipp and Johnny stood frozen, bent over their respective dates, who were leaning backwards, only supported by Johnny or Chipp, and looked ready to fall. The music had almost completely faded, soft and almost unheard. Chipp and Johnny slowly raised their partners up, then moved apart towards the other, outstretched arms still holding their dancing partners. They stood face to face, looking the other in the eye. Then a single sound of the drum came, and Chipp and Johnny quickly switched partners. Now dancing with Dizzy, a gear he knew to be one of the most powerful creatures on the planet, an insecure girl who almost shook in her hands, a fighter who had defeated him nearly a month ago, sending him back to more training. She could easily wipe a large part of humanity off the face of the planet before someone managed to stop her, but she had instead joined a group if pirates simply because they accepted her. Now she was in his arms, unsure of herself and her situation. Her wings were hidden, but he could feel their power, watching him, making sure that he did nothing to endanger any of them. Chipp was careful about what he did while dancing with Dizzy, though the dance was still fiery and quick, and he could often see her confusion. Finally, the song reached its climax, ending with Chipp and Johnny standing in a slight bow to their partners. After holding the bow for several seconds, both Chipp and Johnny walked off the dance floor to the deafening sound of applause, grabbing a drink and ended the dance, getting everyone on their way home.
"Chipp! Chipp! Wake up you idiot!" Chipp jumped slightly, looking up into the face of Johnny. He was sitting at one of the dining tables, having run completely on auto while thinking. He looked around, slightly embarrassed since his entire art was based on always remaining alert, and in the past, the punishment for a ninja of his skill to be caught surprised was death on the spot. Chipp got up and followed Johnny, heading towards his private room. Several twists and turns later, Chipp and Johnny were alone, in the rather cramped, but homely, private room of the ship. Johnny went over to a small mini fridge, pulling out two drinks, offering one to Chipp. Chipp took it, but was hesitant to drink; this wasn't the time to get drunk. Johnny urged him on. "It's not alcohol, so don't worry."
Satisfied, Chipp took a drink, discovering it to be a juice that had no definite taste; it was sweet and sour, spicy and mild, all at the same time. He took another swig, finding himself suddenly thirsty. He sat down in one of the chairs that were scattered around the room, and Johnny sat across from him, waiting in silence. He finally spoke a single word.
"Well?"
Chipp sighed, setting his drink in his lap. "I'm in so much trouble. I'm sure you know who it was that brought me here."
"Milla Rage. She's an outcast from the Assassins Guild, being chased down by order of the rumored insane leader, Zato-one. Not a nice character, sane or not."
"Well, I'm sure that you know why she's with me as well."
"That stunt you pulled over at the bar, no one knew what exactly what happened, except Sol, but he never says anything, but rumors spread, and it appears some were right. I'd ask if you were drunk, but I know better."
Chipp took another drink, draining the bottle. "Long story short, I was going to keep her at my house until the mess blew over, not even you know where I live, but someone else doe seem to. I've been hounded after that, and I ran into someone the other day who poses a serious threat."
"Well, you paid for two, and extra, so you can consider this place home until it does blow over."
Chipp looked into Johnny's eyes. "How is she? She was a wreak when I found her, hadn't slept in days, hadn't eaten in longer, I bet she thinks she only spent one day at the house, I was busy with her for two."
"She fell asleep almost as soon as she showed up in town. She slept for hours. Sleep loss wasn't the only thing that affected her. I'm betting drugs."
"She's not a druggie, I can tell them a mile away. They must have slipped something into her drinks at the bar to make her an easier catch. That's the past, though. How is she now?"
"She dressed up into crew uniform, adjusting to her surroundings."
"You can't help but dress up women in your uniforms, can you?"
Johnny glared at Chipp, catching the minor insult. "She's that way for a reason. I have dozens of blonds in my crew, and the entire crew is female, whoever's after her will have to go through the entire crew to find her. I've warned her to keep a low profile if the place is attacked, and not to fight unless forced. She knows why, and I bet she'll listen."
Important matters aside, Chipp and Johnny talked of small matters, where they had been, what they had done, and other things of no real importance. Suddenly, an alarm rang though the ship, sending Chipp and Johnny to their feet.
"What is that!?!" Chipp looked at Johnny.
"The ships under attack, inside attack. We have to find Milla, now." Both were out the door in a flash, ready for anything.
End Chapter 4
Authors Note- Well, this chapter was supposed to last longer, but that flash back was a whole lot longer than I thought it would be, and I want to out this up tonight. Don't really ask me any questions about the dancing thing, I have no idea why I wrote it, but I'm sure it'll have some impact in the future. Well, that's it.