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YAKUSOKU
(Promise)
written by Star
Yes I still remember
Every whispered word
The touch of his skin giving life from within
Like a love song never heard
Slippin through our fingers
Like the sands of time
Promises made
Every memory made
As reflections in my mind
(Spice Girls)
«Chapter Two»
Through the black velvet night sky, Tekkaman Blade flew through the sky with a speed that would put the man of steel to shame. Tonight, there was no moon and for once Blade wished as though it were there. Everything felt ominous; the peace, the short and blissful peace that was bestowed upon them after destroying the Radam fleet two months ago...shattered in the instance the first threats were uttered.
He was beyond anger, this new Tekkaman had violated something held sacred and this was something Blade did not take lightly. Worse than that, was this sense of cosmic imbalance...no, all was not right in the world at this moment. Tekkamen should work together for one goal - peace, yet there would always be renegades and obstinate bastards who would use their power for their own selfish ends.
As the legend's feet graced the rolling grass the wind howled ferociously. Blade couldn't see his foe, but he knew he was there. It took all of his control to stand silent and proud.
/You've got a temper Takaya, take heed lest your opponent get the better of you/
As always, when awaiting battle the teachings of his slain sensei would rouse his fighting spirit...and calm his fiery temper. However his temper had been soothed by age and wisdom that accompanied the years, but his temper, as Aki delighted in reminding him, lurked in his blood ready to explode.
As if nature was excited by the possibility of bearing witness the battle of a legend, the sky was a light as though on fire and the winds blew and howled violently. Thunder roared as rain pelted down - the scene was set; all that was missing was the legend's foe.
Blade growled impatiently and gripped his lance violently as his opponent strolled across the field casually. As lightning tore a tree in half, Blade could see the dark armour of his foe, his weapon held carelessly behind his head - this was no Primary Body.
"Who are you?" Blade practically spat the question. It was apparent that the silence was Blade's answer and so, accepted that this would be a 'fight now, ask later' kind of fight. "If that's the way it's gonna be, so be it." He muttered.
*****
Long ago, both she and Takaya came to an agreement; unless it was an invasion, one remained at the base. It had been years since she'd seen that look of fear in his eyes - how that disturbed her! Thinking back over the past few weeks, he'd been distracted...
Instinctively, Aki found her way to Takaya's office and sat in his chair as though she needed to feel close to him somehow. Radam? No, he'd alert the base if it were Radam so...what? As she rose to make herself some coffee, her head throbbed gently, but her heart pounded so. Pausing slightly, Aki turned to the window.
'No moon...'
*****
The rain pounded harder and visibility was nil; Blade battled on instinct tonight. He could sense his enemy and the attacks, but he was no more invincible as he was ten years ago - he could be wounded too.
'Must be getting old...' As his lance clashed with his foe, for the first time in this battle could Blade see his opponent's face. Blade growled and kneed his enemy in the gut, bringing him to his knees. With a swift roundhouse, Blade kicked the dark Tekkaman across the field. Finally, Blade grinned. However, his mirth was ill fated and short-lived.
*****
Aki dropped her mug as she felt it.
"TAKAYA!" As she ran from his office, Aki frantically tried to maintain contact with him. Uncaring to keep herself controlled in front of startled Space Knights; Aki stumbled upon Honda along her way to the base entrance. The old man followed as quickly as his old legs would carry him, but it wasn't long before all he could see of Aki was swishing tail of fair hair.
*****
"D-BOY!" The new generation of Space Knights cried as D-boy, Takaya, Tekkaman Blade fell to the pavement. Yumi, at the top of her lungs screamed as she saw the pool of blood draining away along with twigs and leaves, draining to be one with the ocean.
Hayato held Yumi back while Goliate checked for D-boy's pulse. Looking at the others with a white face, in a low, shaken tone reported a pulse, weak, but a pulse.
"We'd better get the medics..."
"What was he doing out here?"
"Who could've done this to D-boy?" Yumi tore from Hayato's grip and knelt by D-boy's side. "Oh, D-boy..." The legend stirred slightly, murmuring incoherently. However Yumi made one word out.
"Wh-who's Aki?" Asked Yumi's quivering voice. Goliate stared at her.
"Aki? You don't know who Aki is?" Yumi shook her frightened head. "Aki, that's the Chief." Yumi's mouth fell open and made an 'o' before a violent shove pushed her out of the way.
"HEY!"
"Get out of the way Yumi! Get those stretches in, hurry up damn it or he'll bleed to death!" Aki, kneeling by Takaya's side timed his pulse. "At least there's one." The gurney finally made its way down the dangerously slippery entrance and a medic shouted in Aki's ear to move aside.
Honda finally approached the scene and saved the medic from a violent death by an Aki he hadn't seen in a few years. Helping Aki up he too, took in the bloody sight. Behind him, Yumi was sobbing heavily and a medic looking at her wrist. Seeing how Aki's shoulder's hunched every time Yumi wailed Honda turned and told the medic to check Yumi's wrist inside. Another team of doctors rushed to the scene, anxious to save Earth's saviour - to complement the twenty-strong team already rushing Blade inside.
As the rest of the group followed inside, Honda approached Aki carefully, who was staring at the pool of blood. She kneeled down to pick up his torn jacket and other material she was able to save before they drained away.
*****
The group, bar the absent David looked at Aki nervously; always well groomed and in command, she came in with hair wet and windblown, plastered all over her face. In her hands were the remnants of D-boy's jacket and Yumi cried out at the sound of it. As though a whistle had been blown, Aki snapped to attention and cast a violent stare Yumi's way. Pulling herself together, Aki began in her usual authoritative tone.
"He's survived worse." One of the doctors came up beside Aki.
"He lost a lot of blood; you're his type, aren't you?"
Without another word said, Aki turned and followed the doctor down the hall.
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