Chapter 2
written by Illuminet
DISCLAIMER: It hasn't changed since the first chapter, so on with the story.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate thought
"*YAWN* so tired..."
Sol grumbled in his sleep, as his dream finally ended, depicting the last fight Sol remembered with the Knight Captain called Ky Kiske. For Sol, it had not been much of a fight, and had decided to shut Ky up by reinforcing Ky's fear: The fact that Ky could never beat him. Of course that was about two years ago for Sol, and so far he eluded the Knight ever since. Of course Ky now worked part time as a police officer, while Sol was still a wandering Bounty Hunter, although no good bounties came his way in some time. Sol had chosen to sleep on the ground outside of a small checkpoint town within the desert, in the middle of nowhere. After dusting his clothes of sand, he put on a black cloak and picked up his odd sword, and slung it over his right shoulder. He noticed it was early morning and the sun was just peeking above the horizon. Sol walked into the small town,
mostly consisting of wooden houses, their wood well worn by time. One structure was stood out amongst all the drab wood houses, and Sol looked at it with interest. It was the Bar, its neon lights depicting a cowboy drinking a bottle of beer. Unlike the other houses, the Bar's wood was brand new, still shiny and untouched by the ware of time. Upon entering through the small wooden doors, Sol's eyes took in the sight of rowdy man, wailing at the bar maids for more beer, Sol's nose also caught the familiar scent of beer, sweat and cigarettes clinging in the air. Sol quickly made his way through the crowd and wooden tables, towards an empty stool in front of the bar, where the bartender stood behind his large counter, cleaning an empty bottle by the small sink. Sol surveyed the shelves lined with beer as he decided what to drink. One caught his eye. The bartender gave Sol a sideways glance and Sol could see that he was a middle aged man with short, slick , well combed hair, and he wore small glass on his nose, his skin was well tanned, most likely because of the desert sun. He then spoke to Sol.
"So, what'll it be?"
His voice was crisp and professional. Sol finally spoke after giving one more glance at the shelves.
"Hey, bartender, tell me, is that Sake?"
The bartender's expression showed mild surprise.
'Amazing, no one really knows what Sake is anymore'
"Yeah it is. I'm surprised you'd know! Most people don't know what that is so they never order. They are pretty expensive, though, being a drink of the once well know country of Japan, and extremely rare..."
Sol interrupted him.
"how much?"
He asked.
"$75 world dollars..."
Sol didn't look to surprised.
"That ain't to expensive..."
The bartender cut in.
"...For one glass."
Sol's eyes widened in surprise.
"No shit? Alright, how about one jug?"
"$150"
"Sheesh... aw well, I'll take two."
Sol brought up $300 world dollars, to thirsty to make a scene about the price. After heading off to an empty table in the corner, he popped off the cork of the round jug and put it to his lips.
'Awww...that hits the spot! Its been almost a hundred years since I had real Sake...wonder where the bartender gets it from.'
Sol sank further in his chair with a relaxed hunch. No sooner than taking his third sip of the Sake, Sol saw a shadow hovering over his table.
"Its been a while, Sol Badguy."
Said a soft, feminine voice. Sol smirked and looked up at the person who just spoke to him.
"Its been a while, Rage. I see your as beautiful as ever."
Sol remarked to the short, slim woman besides his table. The woman, Millia Rage, wore I rather tight fitting pink outfit over her petite frame, her right arm encased in a thick black sleeve. Her deep blue eyes looked almost cat like in appearance. Her blonde hair was cut short, ending at the end of her neck. She wore a familiar blue barrette in her hair to keep it out of her eyes. She seemed fairly harmless, but Sol was not fooled. He knew that she had complete control of her hair, being able to extend it to any length she wanted, and form it into powerful cutting weapons as sharp as the sharpest sword, and just as hard to cut through. If Sol remembered correctly, she was once an assassin for the Assassin's Guild, powerful murderers for hire who would take almost any job for the right price, and was lead by the corrupt leader known as Zato-1, a man who could control the very shadows themselves and transform them to fearsome beasts to do his bidding. Millia had defeated the man about three years ago to win her freedom from the Guild. Millia was one of the few warriors out there who earned Sol's respect.
"Flattery will get you no where."
She said simply. Sol closed his eyes.
"Can't blame me for trying...So why are you here?
"I work here, thought only part time."
"I see, well don't let me hold you back, serve away!"
"Actually, I just got off my shift."
Millia said as she took an empty seat and sat opposite of him.
"What are you drinking?"
She asked in a curious voice.
"You mean, you work here, and you don't even know?"
"only part time, remember?"
Sol sighed.
"Well, this is Sake, a rare Japanese beer. Its pretty darn good. Want some?"
"I don't drink."
"Well, your loss than."
Sol said finally before chugging away at the drink. He was half way through drinking before the doors slammed opened and a young man ran into the bar, leaning forward and panting heavily from a long run. The young man had long straight blonde hair going down his back, ending just before his waist. He wore a long sleeve shirt, with a design of the English flag on it, and a bandanna over his head with the same design. His denim jeans were rather baggy on his thin frame, covering most of his brown shoes. He held a briefcase in his right hand, and the sound of chains rattling could be heard within it. Sol didn't even turn around to see him, but Millia, who was facing the door, instantly recognized the man.
"Isn't that..."
Millia's sentence was cut off by four burly men heading through the door.
"Hey you! What do you think YOUR doing?!"
One of them yelled at the blonde man. He was dressed in all gray, his shirt to small to fit fully over his big frame, and his pants seemed a little to small as well. He had short, wily brown hair, his other three comrades were similarly dressed, the rest of the other men had large bandannas over their head, hiding their hair. The young man spoke after catching his breath.
"Aw c'mon, the lady was giving me the help sign, I had to do something..."
The man was interrupted.
"Shut up punk! I didn't tell you to speak!"
"Well, technically ya did, I mean, you wanted me to tell you what I was doing..."
"Hey, don't get smart with, donkey teeth! I'm gonna break you in half!"
"Kind sir! Can't we just settle this with a nice drink?"
Upon saying that, the young man picked up a customer's mug. The thugs were in no mood to settle it with a drink.
"Get over here punk!"
Instantly they all rushed the young man, barging through the crowd. This eventually brought everyone in an up roar, and a giant fight ensued between everyone, except for Sol and Millia.
"Shouldn't we help him?"
Millia asked gesturing to the young man as he dodged a thug who help a broken beer bottle in his hand, intent on stabbing the him.
"Naw, he probably brought this on himself."
Sol shrugged and was about to take a sip when one of the thugs slammed into him, making him break his bottle of Sake. The entire room seem to fill with silence as all eyes looked at the scene as Sol got up along with the other man. Sol scowled.
"Bastard, that cost me $150 world dollars for that. You gonna pay me back, or do I have to shove that bottle up your ass?"
"Shut up, asshole!"
The man retorted.
"Heh, wrong answer, punk! Now consider your ass about to be kicked!"
After saying those words, Sol lunged at the thug, reeling back his fist back and brought it forward catching the man's face, the impact sending him across the room. The other thugs turned to Sol.
"Now your a dead man!"
One shout as the three remaining men rushed Sol.
"...punks."
Sol said slowly before turning his body around with amazing speed, and sent his elbow colliding with a thug's face, the force making him flip in the air before falling on his stomach. As the other two came by, Sol turned around again and caught onto their shirts, before lifting them up in the air and bringing their heads together with great force, the two slumping to the floor unconscious. The young blonde man finally spoke to Sol.
"Hey, thanks Chief Sol, I really got in a jam that time..."
"Stop calling me chief, Low, got that?!"
Sol really hated that nick name he was given by Axl Low, but the young man always called him that.
"Heh sorry, Chief, I'll try and remember next time."
Axl said. Sol merely grumbled.
NOTE: This is the second chapter, and is setting up some of the character. Hopefully there will be more action in the third chapter.
written by Illuminet
DISCLAIMER: It hasn't changed since the first chapter, so on with the story.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate thought
"*YAWN* so tired..."
Sol grumbled in his sleep, as his dream finally ended, depicting the last fight Sol remembered with the Knight Captain called Ky Kiske. For Sol, it had not been much of a fight, and had decided to shut Ky up by reinforcing Ky's fear: The fact that Ky could never beat him. Of course that was about two years ago for Sol, and so far he eluded the Knight ever since. Of course Ky now worked part time as a police officer, while Sol was still a wandering Bounty Hunter, although no good bounties came his way in some time. Sol had chosen to sleep on the ground outside of a small checkpoint town within the desert, in the middle of nowhere. After dusting his clothes of sand, he put on a black cloak and picked up his odd sword, and slung it over his right shoulder. He noticed it was early morning and the sun was just peeking above the horizon. Sol walked into the small town,
mostly consisting of wooden houses, their wood well worn by time. One structure was stood out amongst all the drab wood houses, and Sol looked at it with interest. It was the Bar, its neon lights depicting a cowboy drinking a bottle of beer. Unlike the other houses, the Bar's wood was brand new, still shiny and untouched by the ware of time. Upon entering through the small wooden doors, Sol's eyes took in the sight of rowdy man, wailing at the bar maids for more beer, Sol's nose also caught the familiar scent of beer, sweat and cigarettes clinging in the air. Sol quickly made his way through the crowd and wooden tables, towards an empty stool in front of the bar, where the bartender stood behind his large counter, cleaning an empty bottle by the small sink. Sol surveyed the shelves lined with beer as he decided what to drink. One caught his eye. The bartender gave Sol a sideways glance and Sol could see that he was a middle aged man with short, slick , well combed hair, and he wore small glass on his nose, his skin was well tanned, most likely because of the desert sun. He then spoke to Sol.
"So, what'll it be?"
His voice was crisp and professional. Sol finally spoke after giving one more glance at the shelves.
"Hey, bartender, tell me, is that Sake?"
The bartender's expression showed mild surprise.
'Amazing, no one really knows what Sake is anymore'
"Yeah it is. I'm surprised you'd know! Most people don't know what that is so they never order. They are pretty expensive, though, being a drink of the once well know country of Japan, and extremely rare..."
Sol interrupted him.
"how much?"
He asked.
"$75 world dollars..."
Sol didn't look to surprised.
"That ain't to expensive..."
The bartender cut in.
"...For one glass."
Sol's eyes widened in surprise.
"No shit? Alright, how about one jug?"
"$150"
"Sheesh... aw well, I'll take two."
Sol brought up $300 world dollars, to thirsty to make a scene about the price. After heading off to an empty table in the corner, he popped off the cork of the round jug and put it to his lips.
'Awww...that hits the spot! Its been almost a hundred years since I had real Sake...wonder where the bartender gets it from.'
Sol sank further in his chair with a relaxed hunch. No sooner than taking his third sip of the Sake, Sol saw a shadow hovering over his table.
"Its been a while, Sol Badguy."
Said a soft, feminine voice. Sol smirked and looked up at the person who just spoke to him.
"Its been a while, Rage. I see your as beautiful as ever."
Sol remarked to the short, slim woman besides his table. The woman, Millia Rage, wore I rather tight fitting pink outfit over her petite frame, her right arm encased in a thick black sleeve. Her deep blue eyes looked almost cat like in appearance. Her blonde hair was cut short, ending at the end of her neck. She wore a familiar blue barrette in her hair to keep it out of her eyes. She seemed fairly harmless, but Sol was not fooled. He knew that she had complete control of her hair, being able to extend it to any length she wanted, and form it into powerful cutting weapons as sharp as the sharpest sword, and just as hard to cut through. If Sol remembered correctly, she was once an assassin for the Assassin's Guild, powerful murderers for hire who would take almost any job for the right price, and was lead by the corrupt leader known as Zato-1, a man who could control the very shadows themselves and transform them to fearsome beasts to do his bidding. Millia had defeated the man about three years ago to win her freedom from the Guild. Millia was one of the few warriors out there who earned Sol's respect.
"Flattery will get you no where."
She said simply. Sol closed his eyes.
"Can't blame me for trying...So why are you here?
"I work here, thought only part time."
"I see, well don't let me hold you back, serve away!"
"Actually, I just got off my shift."
Millia said as she took an empty seat and sat opposite of him.
"What are you drinking?"
She asked in a curious voice.
"You mean, you work here, and you don't even know?"
"only part time, remember?"
Sol sighed.
"Well, this is Sake, a rare Japanese beer. Its pretty darn good. Want some?"
"I don't drink."
"Well, your loss than."
Sol said finally before chugging away at the drink. He was half way through drinking before the doors slammed opened and a young man ran into the bar, leaning forward and panting heavily from a long run. The young man had long straight blonde hair going down his back, ending just before his waist. He wore a long sleeve shirt, with a design of the English flag on it, and a bandanna over his head with the same design. His denim jeans were rather baggy on his thin frame, covering most of his brown shoes. He held a briefcase in his right hand, and the sound of chains rattling could be heard within it. Sol didn't even turn around to see him, but Millia, who was facing the door, instantly recognized the man.
"Isn't that..."
Millia's sentence was cut off by four burly men heading through the door.
"Hey you! What do you think YOUR doing?!"
One of them yelled at the blonde man. He was dressed in all gray, his shirt to small to fit fully over his big frame, and his pants seemed a little to small as well. He had short, wily brown hair, his other three comrades were similarly dressed, the rest of the other men had large bandannas over their head, hiding their hair. The young man spoke after catching his breath.
"Aw c'mon, the lady was giving me the help sign, I had to do something..."
The man was interrupted.
"Shut up punk! I didn't tell you to speak!"
"Well, technically ya did, I mean, you wanted me to tell you what I was doing..."
"Hey, don't get smart with, donkey teeth! I'm gonna break you in half!"
"Kind sir! Can't we just settle this with a nice drink?"
Upon saying that, the young man picked up a customer's mug. The thugs were in no mood to settle it with a drink.
"Get over here punk!"
Instantly they all rushed the young man, barging through the crowd. This eventually brought everyone in an up roar, and a giant fight ensued between everyone, except for Sol and Millia.
"Shouldn't we help him?"
Millia asked gesturing to the young man as he dodged a thug who help a broken beer bottle in his hand, intent on stabbing the him.
"Naw, he probably brought this on himself."
Sol shrugged and was about to take a sip when one of the thugs slammed into him, making him break his bottle of Sake. The entire room seem to fill with silence as all eyes looked at the scene as Sol got up along with the other man. Sol scowled.
"Bastard, that cost me $150 world dollars for that. You gonna pay me back, or do I have to shove that bottle up your ass?"
"Shut up, asshole!"
The man retorted.
"Heh, wrong answer, punk! Now consider your ass about to be kicked!"
After saying those words, Sol lunged at the thug, reeling back his fist back and brought it forward catching the man's face, the impact sending him across the room. The other thugs turned to Sol.
"Now your a dead man!"
One shout as the three remaining men rushed Sol.
"...punks."
Sol said slowly before turning his body around with amazing speed, and sent his elbow colliding with a thug's face, the force making him flip in the air before falling on his stomach. As the other two came by, Sol turned around again and caught onto their shirts, before lifting them up in the air and bringing their heads together with great force, the two slumping to the floor unconscious. The young blonde man finally spoke to Sol.
"Hey, thanks Chief Sol, I really got in a jam that time..."
"Stop calling me chief, Low, got that?!"
Sol really hated that nick name he was given by Axl Low, but the young man always called him that.
"Heh sorry, Chief, I'll try and remember next time."
Axl said. Sol merely grumbled.
NOTE: This is the second chapter, and is setting up some of the character. Hopefully there will be more action in the third chapter.