By Zelloss (Dreamer)
Cybersystem Interactive RPG is now re-available at groups.msn.com/cybersystemgaiden
Author's Note: And now we hit the third storyline, as there's enough in it to take up more then just one chapter! In fact, this could end up taking about 5 chapters in this 'strange universe'! ^^ This is a good chance for me to 'flesh out' the characters, as they call it - Making them not just figures but people... And exposing their pasts...
I regret to inform those responsible for the characters that not everything here is exactly as it was originally created, however, I'm going with this, because it's the best I could think up... ^^
If any of the characters anyone here happens to be you and you DON'T like what's happened to a point of rage or something similar, and have no mental problems, please press 1, then leave a message at the tone.
If you are compulsive-obsessive, please press 222222222222222.
If you have multiple personality disorder, all of you press 3.
If you are schizophrenic, have one of your army press 4.
If you are Manic Depressive, press 5, but it probably doesn't matter anyway, does it?
WARNING: Violence Level - Medium-High
Storyline 3 - If Only I Could Forget
Storyline by - Various
Chapter 1 - Memory Horizon
Miyuu gaped, looking around. "Oh my god... This is so weird... What happened to all the color?"
Ryuu looked around. "This... just like a picture in a book... Like something our own mind has spawned..."
"No, this isn't our mind that has spawned all of this..." Joseph stated calmly. "Unless one of us used to be back in this time period, that kind of thing is impossible... Hell, all of this is possible... This is way back in the navi days! Many years before the Net Apocalypse..."
Miyuu gaped. "This... this isn't the way I remember it..."
Everybody turned.
"There was color..." Miyuu whispered. "I remember the colors... The red of the neon signs on the Felhazeird Inn..."
There was a light sparkling sound. Everybody turned. A neon light had turned on, sparkling red.
"Miyuu's memory? But... but... but..." Joseph stuttered.
"I'm from... A long time ago..." Miyuu looked down at the ground. "I... I'm not supposed to be in this era..."
"What?" Kinzoku, and everybody else, gaped.
"Things led to other things... And... I was frozen... And then I came back, suddenly... here... Everybody was gone..." Miyuu looked down at the ground. "I... I don't want to talk about it..."
"It's okay" Manic shook his head. "Let's figure out just what is going on here. Instead of dwelling on memories."
"Stop dwelling on memories?" Miyuu muttered. "Yeah, sure, easy when you're not the one stuck inside his own past..."
Manic shuddered. "If this is our pasts... Or something like it... Mabye I had better go off alone..."
"What?" Gregario asked.
"You guys don't... need to see..." Manic looked away.
"Is this what this is?" Ryuu asked. "Our memories...? Our pasts?"
Gregario shook his head. "Why Miyuu's first?"
"I don't think it makes a difference, really..." Kinzoku gulped. "Everybody here has something to be ashamed of in their past, don't they?"
"Or something... their most painfull memory..." Miyuu gulped. "I know exactly when this was, I remember every detail... Every last detail..." Miyuu looked down at the ground, a tear dropping from her eye.
"What? Is something...?" Tsuki ran over, but looked over Miyuu's shoulder. "Who...? Is that you, Miyuu?"
Miyuu looked up.
And there she was.
A young girl... No, she was older then that. Yes... She was wearing that nice, cotton, amethyst-colored kimono that she loved so much on that day. Not just some other kid on the street...
As Miyuu thought it, it changed before her eyes.
"I remember it all..." Miyuu shuddered. "I was happy that day... Yeah..."
A smile spread on the slightly younger Miyuu's face. She grinned happily. "Amethyst, aren't you excited? The tournament..."
"Who's Amethyst?" Ryuu asked.
"She was my navi... The only person that I really did care for, ever... Even now she's the only person I love..." Miyuu muttered.
Ryuu stopped cold, gulping. The memory continued though. Miyuu was remembering it vividly. Color spread quickly, covering the entire area, making it seem real.
"I know! I can't wait, can you? Zel's going to be there! And Shinju!" Amethyst cried out.
"Totally! And... And... And Zennith and Nemo are going to be fighting! Oh, god, I've waited to see that one for so long!" Miyuu laughed.
"And then... those guys..." Miyuu turned.
There they were, five rather tall, black-clothed punks. They didn't look too old, and two of them were female.
"Hiei! You got the movie yet?" the tallest asked.
The shorest one, with spiky black hair, laughed back. "Yes, Dashwin, I did. Roselan insisted I lent it to her first..."
Roselan, one of the girls, laughed. "Yeah... And Morpheus payed good bucks for it!"
"You didn't dare!" Hiei looked at the last man.
Morpheus laughed. "And you're gonna have to pay to get it back off me! The boss is looking for this tape, he'll pay me big to hand it over to him!"
The last girl grinned. "Aw, comeon, Morpheus! We know you're just joking!"
Morpheus laughed out loud. "You're right, Annie. How'd you know...?" Morpheus turned to face the street.
And bumped promptly into Miyuu.
Miyuu fell down, and Morpheus stumbled backwards.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Morpheus shouted.
"Morpheus...?" Manic thought. "I know that name... That's Enkou's father, isn't it?"
Miyuu didn't response, she was scared, standing by, and watching her memories play out.
"S... Sorry..." Miyuu shuddered. "I wasn't looking where I was going..." she stood up, and a ticket fell out of her pocket.
She grabbed for it.
Hiei had it first. "What's this? A ticket to the netbattling arena?" Hiei laughed. The others snickered.
"Please give it back to me..." Miyuu bowed.
"What'll you give me for it?" Hiei grinned.
"I... I don't have anything else..." the memory-Miyuu shook her head sadly. "Please, give it back to me!"
"Well, if you don't have anything for it..." Hiei laughed, "then I'll just be taking it..."
"Hey, Hiei, don't be so mean to the girl..." Annie smiled. "Give it back, you've had your fun!"
"Yes, please, give it back..." Miyuu nearly begged.
"I don't see a reason to!" Hiei lifted up the ticket, and with two hands, tore it in half.
Miyuu's face fell.
"Hiei, that certainly was uncalled for!" Roselan looked at him.
Miyuu slowly walked past, but her mouth got the better of her. "Why'd you have to go and do that, you big creep!"
"Creep?" Hiei laughed. "You trying to start something?"
"You bet!" Miyuu growled. "You've hurt me, now I intend on paying you all back!"
Roselan laughed, at a rather high-pitched note. "And just how to you intend to do that, twirp?"
"Twirp? I'll show you!" Miyuu dashed forward. In a few moments, she had reached into the sash of her Kimono...
And extracted a long katana.
"We've got a little wanna-be Kenshin..." Morpheus laughed. "Hiei, take this one. I've got other places to be..."
"Whatever" Hiei shrugged, and as Miyuu swung at him, he lifted his hand up.
The katana sliced into the back of his hand and the metal gauntlet he was wearing. Blood dripped out. Miyuu puffed for a moment.
"You're not bad..." Hiei laughed, as the others backed up. "Are you sure you wanna take me on?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Miyuu laughed.
Hiei pulled his glove back, and reached to a sheath of his own, hidden because of the pure-black color of the sheath. From it, he extracted a brilliant sword of silver.
"Come and get me..." Hiei grinned. "Or are you too scared?"
Miyuu dashed forward, swinging.
"Stop! Don't do it!" the real Miyuu tried to grab the memory's shoulder, but was too slow.
The result was shocking.
In one move, Hiei had knocked away her Katana, slicing the girl's palm open. As Miyuu froze, realizing what was going on, Hiei slashed at her waist.
There was the sparkling of something short circuiting.
Miyuu's PET had stopped the slash that could have seriously wounded her. But her PET had been broken.
"MIYUU!" Amethyst shouted from the PET.
"Amethyst!" both the real and image Miyuu shouted out at the same moment.
Hiei pulled his sword back, and laughed. "You took the fight, girl..." Hiei pulled the blade back. "Now come and finish it!"
A bunch of people had gathered around. Hiei lowered his head, hiding his face. He looked like some kind of black ninja, no color could be seen, except the silver of the sword.
Miyuu growled, becoming furious. She dived for her Katana.
Hiei let her get it. Miyuu stood up.
"Why'd you have to destroy Amethyst!?" Miyuu shouted, intent on only one thing.
Miyuu swung at Hiei.
Hiei parried, and brought his sword sliding along the blade, slashing under the hilt and nearly slicing Miyuu's hand clean off. The Katana went flying again.
And then, with one last slice, Hiei brought his sword swinging up. Miyuu, in shock, couldn't dodge. He cut her, right between the breasts, and would have sliced her neck and jugular open, had she not realized it in time and dived backwards.
Miyuu held her position, half-crouched, for a few moments, before collapsing on the street.
Hiei jumped up and away.
The image seemed to fade. All of it. Akihara dissapeared with it.
They were standing in darkness. Miyuu was kneeling on the ground, crying.
"Amethyst... Amethyst..." Miyuu was whispering, not able to do anything more then that. "I'm sorry... I swear I'll find a way to help you..."
"Is that why...?" Ryuu asked.
"Yes... That's why I sealed myself away..." Miyuu shook her head. "I needed medical help... But they didn't have what they needed... So they froze me in the hopes I would be found... when the technology existed to heal me... And that was now..." Miyuu shook her head. "How long? 60? 70 years? I'll never see Amethyst again..."
"I'm sure... Amethyst is out there somewhere..." Ryuu crouched down beside Miyuu.
And suddenly, there was something again.
The group suddenly felt a chill. The ground was snowy cold... The long fields and what was left of burning treetops was covered in a fire-red snow, from the light of the fires.
People lay about, scattered, face down. But something wasn't right here.
Gregario gasped. "No... Oh... god..."
"What...?" Manic stood up and walked beside him. He looked at Gregario.
The young man's face was in shock.
"I don't want to see this, not again, not again..." Gregario gasped. "Frostland..."
"Frostland..." Kinzoku thought. "I've heard of it... A very cold place all year round... Snow in 10 of the 12 months. The poor inhabitants are in a constant state of war... Civil war..."
"You have no idea..." Gregario shook. "Do you see those bodies?"
"Bodies? I thought..." Kinzoku looked at them again. The bodies that had once seemed so alive now seemed so pale, their faces twisted in agony.
And the snow wasn't blood-red from the flames. It was blood. Everywhere.
"What happened here...?" Kinzoku asked.
"Not what happened, what is still happening..." Joseph turned and pointed.
Behind them, there were eight warriors. Six were covered in a green suit, a silver band wrapped around their arms.
And there were two others. Black suits, a red headband the only mark that they were anything other then shadows. One figure was probably male, the other was definatly female.
Gregario refused to turn. "I can't look..."
The group moved a bit closer, but Gregario stayed back. He was shaking in fear.
"So, Gregario Criscuolo the third has come to try and stop us?" the male red-headbanded one laughed.
"Criscuolo the third... Wasn't... that..." Joseph paused.
"Gregario's father?" Ryuu gulped.
"He was a warrior?" Manic's eyebrow rose.
"Watch and find out for yourself..." Kinzoku looked back, as Miyuu slowly stood up to watch, going to stand beside Tsuki. Gregario stayed well back, still turned away.
"Of course I have..." Gregario's father smiled.
Then they noticed one more person with the green. A young child. Except his suit wasn't complete... He was hiding behind the older Gregario's legs.
It was definite. That was Gregario Criscuolo the Fourth.
The Gregario who was refusing to watch.
"Gregario..." Joseph ran back. "You... You can't just hide from this forever..."
"Of course I can!" Gregario turned and smashed Joseph along the side of the head. "I... I don't need to see this... I was there... I was fucking there..."
"What's going on here?" Tsuki asked.
"Frostland alright... Criscuolo the third... My father..." Gregario turned away. "I... I can't... mother was there too, standing beside him..."
Miyuu looked.
There she was, standing beside her husband. The present Gregario had apparently gotten his eyes from her.
"It was a war... My uncle and my aunt were killed by those two you see there..." Gregario spat. He looked at the image. "Red Dragons. They wanted control of the country... And the Green Law... They wanted to keep the Red Dragons out of power... My father... He was the leader..."
"And these two dragons were...?"
"Kaikoros Leiter and Feli-anne Mokimoto" Gregario spat. "The two that I... I still want to see them dead..."
Suddenly, a fight broke out, cutting Gregario short. The four backup Green Law backed away, pulling the child with them.
Gregario's father swung his hand out, and out came a steel device on a string. Poisoned spikes coated it's exterior.
"Yo-yos...?" Kinzoku's eyes opened up. "Effective weapons, I guess..."
"Deadly when used right..." Gregario muttered. "Watch."
Kaikoros jumped to the side of a sudden swing. As he stood up from a roll, four strings were swinging from each hand - Eight deadly yo-yos in total.
In the meantime, Gregario's mother had swung straight at Feli-anne's legs. The woman jumped nimbly, flipping backwards, and the weapons were out.
The fight broke out like all hell. Young Gregario screamed out.
"Mom! Dad!"
"Stay back, kid! You can't help them right now!" one of the men held him back.
"Yes I can! Let me go! Let me go, god damnit!" Gregario struggled, but two of the men were holding his arms back, keeping Gregario from being able to do anything.
Kaikoros flipped backwards, bringing the four Yo-yos under his leg, bringing eight blades on one side. "Know what will kill you now! Deathwish Tornado!"
Then, suddenly, they were gone.
The whirling dervish of deadly yo-yos was sent hurtling towards Gregario's father, as if being spun by some invisible hands.
Just in time, Gregario's father dived, flipping his Yo-Yos up high to keep them out of range.
One of the men beside Gregario was wrapped up in the cord tornado, and was instantly frozen. The yo-yos swung and slammed into the man's body, the poison coursing into his bloodstream.
One slice tore open the man's jugular, splitting his neck. The man fell.
Gregario broke free, jumping towards his father, and pulling out his sole weapon - One single, long Yo-Yo, no poison on it or anything.
"I'm coming!" Gregario dashed forward, the man behind didn't even notice he was gone, as he tried to help save his partner. Gregario whipped the Yo-Yo wildly over his head.
Gregario's mother screamed, making Gregario stop. One Yo-Yo had wrapped around her neck and torn through the back of her neck, just missing her spinal column.
"Mom!" Gregario dashed forward, as she was choked by the Yo-Yo. Gregario's mother swung her Yo-Yos, trying to slice the rope.
Instead, two more of the disks snapped her arms to her sides and sliced into her gut, making her collapse forward, panting.
"Goodbye, bitch..." Feli-Anne pulled back, and shot one more Yo-Yo straight for Gairyio's mother's skull.
"Mother!" Gregario shouted, swinging up his Yo-Yo to block. But it was too late.
The Yo-Yo stabbed into one of his mother's eyes, tearing open her face. Blood sprayed wildly, as she collapsed, the poison getting straight to her brain. The snow turned a dark crimson.
"Mother, no!" Gregario cried out. "Damn... Damn you!" he whipped his Yo-Yo about.
"You think you can contend with me?" Feli-Anne grinned.
Gregario stopped, staring hard at her. Fear gripped at him.
"Run, Gregario!" his father shouted. Gregario turned and ran.
"I shouldn't have run, god damnit!" the curren Gregario shouted. "Damnit! Damnit all to hell! I let myself be weak there..."
"Not getting away that easy, 'prince'!" Kaikoros laughed, kicking Gregario's father to the side for a moment. "Deathwish Tornado!"
"Prince?" Tsuki gasped. "Gregario... You never told us you were a..."
"I was once... Yes... Not anymore..."
Gregario turned and saw the attack begin.
Gregario turned to dive, but realized the snow and fear was slowing him down. He wouldn't make it. He couldn't even start the dive.
"Son!" Gregario's father, in one move, was up... In the air...
His body connected with Gregario's, sending his son crashing out of the way.
He was not so lucky.
The attack wrapped up Gregario's father, slicing his spinal cord down the back, his skull torn wide open on one side, and various other large slices littered his body. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Both Gregarios watched as their father hit the ground, his brains lying a bit out from the large slash.
The younger Gregario turned and fled. As fast as he could.
And the scene faded.
Gregario stood stiff, a look of anger spread wildly across his face. "Did you find that entertaining enough?"
"What? Why would we...?" Joseph asked.
"That's ludicrous..." Tsuki shook her head. "I'd never take pleasure from such a thing..."
"This is entertainment..." Gregario snarled. "Somebody's trying to entertain us with each other's pain. This is some kind of sick game!" Gregario shouted, punching forward, but nothing happened. "Some kind of sick, perverted, fucking game!"
"Calm down!" Miyuu held his arms back from behind. "Listen... We've all got memories and secrets... There's a reason we're being shown all this, I know it."
"So what exactly can we do?" Joseph looked around. "I hate this... it's really really creepy..."
"I don't know..." Manic looked around, looking down at the ground. He was praying, though. Praying that the others wouldn't have to see...
"We've all got something in our history..." Ryuu looked at the others. "All of us, no matter what we say..."
"I don't..." Joseph shook his head. "Nothing I remember, anyway..."
"We'll se... see... what...?" Ryuu looked around.
An image had once again began to form.
"Who's is it this time?" Tsuki asked, staring around. Everybody shrugged.
Slowly, it came into view. A dark street... ACDC town was in the background...
The street was somewhere behind a tall, white-painted house.
Tsuki gasped. "No! No! This can't..."
She looked. "This isn't possible, no, not at all... Not a fucking chance..."
There she was, a few years ago... And a boy somewhat older, at Tsuki's age now. He was laughing with her.
"Jet!" she exclaimed.
Cybersystem Interactive RPG is now re-available at groups.msn.com/cybersystemgaiden
Author's Note: And now we hit the third storyline, as there's enough in it to take up more then just one chapter! In fact, this could end up taking about 5 chapters in this 'strange universe'! ^^ This is a good chance for me to 'flesh out' the characters, as they call it - Making them not just figures but people... And exposing their pasts...
I regret to inform those responsible for the characters that not everything here is exactly as it was originally created, however, I'm going with this, because it's the best I could think up... ^^
If any of the characters anyone here happens to be you and you DON'T like what's happened to a point of rage or something similar, and have no mental problems, please press 1, then leave a message at the tone.
If you are compulsive-obsessive, please press 222222222222222.
If you have multiple personality disorder, all of you press 3.
If you are schizophrenic, have one of your army press 4.
If you are Manic Depressive, press 5, but it probably doesn't matter anyway, does it?
WARNING: Violence Level - Medium-High
Storyline 3 - If Only I Could Forget
Storyline by - Various
Chapter 1 - Memory Horizon
Miyuu gaped, looking around. "Oh my god... This is so weird... What happened to all the color?"
Ryuu looked around. "This... just like a picture in a book... Like something our own mind has spawned..."
"No, this isn't our mind that has spawned all of this..." Joseph stated calmly. "Unless one of us used to be back in this time period, that kind of thing is impossible... Hell, all of this is possible... This is way back in the navi days! Many years before the Net Apocalypse..."
Miyuu gaped. "This... this isn't the way I remember it..."
Everybody turned.
"There was color..." Miyuu whispered. "I remember the colors... The red of the neon signs on the Felhazeird Inn..."
There was a light sparkling sound. Everybody turned. A neon light had turned on, sparkling red.
"Miyuu's memory? But... but... but..." Joseph stuttered.
"I'm from... A long time ago..." Miyuu looked down at the ground. "I... I'm not supposed to be in this era..."
"What?" Kinzoku, and everybody else, gaped.
"Things led to other things... And... I was frozen... And then I came back, suddenly... here... Everybody was gone..." Miyuu looked down at the ground. "I... I don't want to talk about it..."
"It's okay" Manic shook his head. "Let's figure out just what is going on here. Instead of dwelling on memories."
"Stop dwelling on memories?" Miyuu muttered. "Yeah, sure, easy when you're not the one stuck inside his own past..."
Manic shuddered. "If this is our pasts... Or something like it... Mabye I had better go off alone..."
"What?" Gregario asked.
"You guys don't... need to see..." Manic looked away.
"Is this what this is?" Ryuu asked. "Our memories...? Our pasts?"
Gregario shook his head. "Why Miyuu's first?"
"I don't think it makes a difference, really..." Kinzoku gulped. "Everybody here has something to be ashamed of in their past, don't they?"
"Or something... their most painfull memory..." Miyuu gulped. "I know exactly when this was, I remember every detail... Every last detail..." Miyuu looked down at the ground, a tear dropping from her eye.
"What? Is something...?" Tsuki ran over, but looked over Miyuu's shoulder. "Who...? Is that you, Miyuu?"
Miyuu looked up.
And there she was.
A young girl... No, she was older then that. Yes... She was wearing that nice, cotton, amethyst-colored kimono that she loved so much on that day. Not just some other kid on the street...
As Miyuu thought it, it changed before her eyes.
"I remember it all..." Miyuu shuddered. "I was happy that day... Yeah..."
A smile spread on the slightly younger Miyuu's face. She grinned happily. "Amethyst, aren't you excited? The tournament..."
"Who's Amethyst?" Ryuu asked.
"She was my navi... The only person that I really did care for, ever... Even now she's the only person I love..." Miyuu muttered.
Ryuu stopped cold, gulping. The memory continued though. Miyuu was remembering it vividly. Color spread quickly, covering the entire area, making it seem real.
"I know! I can't wait, can you? Zel's going to be there! And Shinju!" Amethyst cried out.
"Totally! And... And... And Zennith and Nemo are going to be fighting! Oh, god, I've waited to see that one for so long!" Miyuu laughed.
"And then... those guys..." Miyuu turned.
There they were, five rather tall, black-clothed punks. They didn't look too old, and two of them were female.
"Hiei! You got the movie yet?" the tallest asked.
The shorest one, with spiky black hair, laughed back. "Yes, Dashwin, I did. Roselan insisted I lent it to her first..."
Roselan, one of the girls, laughed. "Yeah... And Morpheus payed good bucks for it!"
"You didn't dare!" Hiei looked at the last man.
Morpheus laughed. "And you're gonna have to pay to get it back off me! The boss is looking for this tape, he'll pay me big to hand it over to him!"
The last girl grinned. "Aw, comeon, Morpheus! We know you're just joking!"
Morpheus laughed out loud. "You're right, Annie. How'd you know...?" Morpheus turned to face the street.
And bumped promptly into Miyuu.
Miyuu fell down, and Morpheus stumbled backwards.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Morpheus shouted.
"Morpheus...?" Manic thought. "I know that name... That's Enkou's father, isn't it?"
Miyuu didn't response, she was scared, standing by, and watching her memories play out.
"S... Sorry..." Miyuu shuddered. "I wasn't looking where I was going..." she stood up, and a ticket fell out of her pocket.
She grabbed for it.
Hiei had it first. "What's this? A ticket to the netbattling arena?" Hiei laughed. The others snickered.
"Please give it back to me..." Miyuu bowed.
"What'll you give me for it?" Hiei grinned.
"I... I don't have anything else..." the memory-Miyuu shook her head sadly. "Please, give it back to me!"
"Well, if you don't have anything for it..." Hiei laughed, "then I'll just be taking it..."
"Hey, Hiei, don't be so mean to the girl..." Annie smiled. "Give it back, you've had your fun!"
"Yes, please, give it back..." Miyuu nearly begged.
"I don't see a reason to!" Hiei lifted up the ticket, and with two hands, tore it in half.
Miyuu's face fell.
"Hiei, that certainly was uncalled for!" Roselan looked at him.
Miyuu slowly walked past, but her mouth got the better of her. "Why'd you have to go and do that, you big creep!"
"Creep?" Hiei laughed. "You trying to start something?"
"You bet!" Miyuu growled. "You've hurt me, now I intend on paying you all back!"
Roselan laughed, at a rather high-pitched note. "And just how to you intend to do that, twirp?"
"Twirp? I'll show you!" Miyuu dashed forward. In a few moments, she had reached into the sash of her Kimono...
And extracted a long katana.
"We've got a little wanna-be Kenshin..." Morpheus laughed. "Hiei, take this one. I've got other places to be..."
"Whatever" Hiei shrugged, and as Miyuu swung at him, he lifted his hand up.
The katana sliced into the back of his hand and the metal gauntlet he was wearing. Blood dripped out. Miyuu puffed for a moment.
"You're not bad..." Hiei laughed, as the others backed up. "Are you sure you wanna take me on?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Miyuu laughed.
Hiei pulled his glove back, and reached to a sheath of his own, hidden because of the pure-black color of the sheath. From it, he extracted a brilliant sword of silver.
"Come and get me..." Hiei grinned. "Or are you too scared?"
Miyuu dashed forward, swinging.
"Stop! Don't do it!" the real Miyuu tried to grab the memory's shoulder, but was too slow.
The result was shocking.
In one move, Hiei had knocked away her Katana, slicing the girl's palm open. As Miyuu froze, realizing what was going on, Hiei slashed at her waist.
There was the sparkling of something short circuiting.
Miyuu's PET had stopped the slash that could have seriously wounded her. But her PET had been broken.
"MIYUU!" Amethyst shouted from the PET.
"Amethyst!" both the real and image Miyuu shouted out at the same moment.
Hiei pulled his sword back, and laughed. "You took the fight, girl..." Hiei pulled the blade back. "Now come and finish it!"
A bunch of people had gathered around. Hiei lowered his head, hiding his face. He looked like some kind of black ninja, no color could be seen, except the silver of the sword.
Miyuu growled, becoming furious. She dived for her Katana.
Hiei let her get it. Miyuu stood up.
"Why'd you have to destroy Amethyst!?" Miyuu shouted, intent on only one thing.
Miyuu swung at Hiei.
Hiei parried, and brought his sword sliding along the blade, slashing under the hilt and nearly slicing Miyuu's hand clean off. The Katana went flying again.
And then, with one last slice, Hiei brought his sword swinging up. Miyuu, in shock, couldn't dodge. He cut her, right between the breasts, and would have sliced her neck and jugular open, had she not realized it in time and dived backwards.
Miyuu held her position, half-crouched, for a few moments, before collapsing on the street.
Hiei jumped up and away.
The image seemed to fade. All of it. Akihara dissapeared with it.
They were standing in darkness. Miyuu was kneeling on the ground, crying.
"Amethyst... Amethyst..." Miyuu was whispering, not able to do anything more then that. "I'm sorry... I swear I'll find a way to help you..."
"Is that why...?" Ryuu asked.
"Yes... That's why I sealed myself away..." Miyuu shook her head. "I needed medical help... But they didn't have what they needed... So they froze me in the hopes I would be found... when the technology existed to heal me... And that was now..." Miyuu shook her head. "How long? 60? 70 years? I'll never see Amethyst again..."
"I'm sure... Amethyst is out there somewhere..." Ryuu crouched down beside Miyuu.
And suddenly, there was something again.
The group suddenly felt a chill. The ground was snowy cold... The long fields and what was left of burning treetops was covered in a fire-red snow, from the light of the fires.
People lay about, scattered, face down. But something wasn't right here.
Gregario gasped. "No... Oh... god..."
"What...?" Manic stood up and walked beside him. He looked at Gregario.
The young man's face was in shock.
"I don't want to see this, not again, not again..." Gregario gasped. "Frostland..."
"Frostland..." Kinzoku thought. "I've heard of it... A very cold place all year round... Snow in 10 of the 12 months. The poor inhabitants are in a constant state of war... Civil war..."
"You have no idea..." Gregario shook. "Do you see those bodies?"
"Bodies? I thought..." Kinzoku looked at them again. The bodies that had once seemed so alive now seemed so pale, their faces twisted in agony.
And the snow wasn't blood-red from the flames. It was blood. Everywhere.
"What happened here...?" Kinzoku asked.
"Not what happened, what is still happening..." Joseph turned and pointed.
Behind them, there were eight warriors. Six were covered in a green suit, a silver band wrapped around their arms.
And there were two others. Black suits, a red headband the only mark that they were anything other then shadows. One figure was probably male, the other was definatly female.
Gregario refused to turn. "I can't look..."
The group moved a bit closer, but Gregario stayed back. He was shaking in fear.
"So, Gregario Criscuolo the third has come to try and stop us?" the male red-headbanded one laughed.
"Criscuolo the third... Wasn't... that..." Joseph paused.
"Gregario's father?" Ryuu gulped.
"He was a warrior?" Manic's eyebrow rose.
"Watch and find out for yourself..." Kinzoku looked back, as Miyuu slowly stood up to watch, going to stand beside Tsuki. Gregario stayed well back, still turned away.
"Of course I have..." Gregario's father smiled.
Then they noticed one more person with the green. A young child. Except his suit wasn't complete... He was hiding behind the older Gregario's legs.
It was definite. That was Gregario Criscuolo the Fourth.
The Gregario who was refusing to watch.
"Gregario..." Joseph ran back. "You... You can't just hide from this forever..."
"Of course I can!" Gregario turned and smashed Joseph along the side of the head. "I... I don't need to see this... I was there... I was fucking there..."
"What's going on here?" Tsuki asked.
"Frostland alright... Criscuolo the third... My father..." Gregario turned away. "I... I can't... mother was there too, standing beside him..."
Miyuu looked.
There she was, standing beside her husband. The present Gregario had apparently gotten his eyes from her.
"It was a war... My uncle and my aunt were killed by those two you see there..." Gregario spat. He looked at the image. "Red Dragons. They wanted control of the country... And the Green Law... They wanted to keep the Red Dragons out of power... My father... He was the leader..."
"And these two dragons were...?"
"Kaikoros Leiter and Feli-anne Mokimoto" Gregario spat. "The two that I... I still want to see them dead..."
Suddenly, a fight broke out, cutting Gregario short. The four backup Green Law backed away, pulling the child with them.
Gregario's father swung his hand out, and out came a steel device on a string. Poisoned spikes coated it's exterior.
"Yo-yos...?" Kinzoku's eyes opened up. "Effective weapons, I guess..."
"Deadly when used right..." Gregario muttered. "Watch."
Kaikoros jumped to the side of a sudden swing. As he stood up from a roll, four strings were swinging from each hand - Eight deadly yo-yos in total.
In the meantime, Gregario's mother had swung straight at Feli-anne's legs. The woman jumped nimbly, flipping backwards, and the weapons were out.
The fight broke out like all hell. Young Gregario screamed out.
"Mom! Dad!"
"Stay back, kid! You can't help them right now!" one of the men held him back.
"Yes I can! Let me go! Let me go, god damnit!" Gregario struggled, but two of the men were holding his arms back, keeping Gregario from being able to do anything.
Kaikoros flipped backwards, bringing the four Yo-yos under his leg, bringing eight blades on one side. "Know what will kill you now! Deathwish Tornado!"
Then, suddenly, they were gone.
The whirling dervish of deadly yo-yos was sent hurtling towards Gregario's father, as if being spun by some invisible hands.
Just in time, Gregario's father dived, flipping his Yo-Yos up high to keep them out of range.
One of the men beside Gregario was wrapped up in the cord tornado, and was instantly frozen. The yo-yos swung and slammed into the man's body, the poison coursing into his bloodstream.
One slice tore open the man's jugular, splitting his neck. The man fell.
Gregario broke free, jumping towards his father, and pulling out his sole weapon - One single, long Yo-Yo, no poison on it or anything.
"I'm coming!" Gregario dashed forward, the man behind didn't even notice he was gone, as he tried to help save his partner. Gregario whipped the Yo-Yo wildly over his head.
Gregario's mother screamed, making Gregario stop. One Yo-Yo had wrapped around her neck and torn through the back of her neck, just missing her spinal column.
"Mom!" Gregario dashed forward, as she was choked by the Yo-Yo. Gregario's mother swung her Yo-Yos, trying to slice the rope.
Instead, two more of the disks snapped her arms to her sides and sliced into her gut, making her collapse forward, panting.
"Goodbye, bitch..." Feli-Anne pulled back, and shot one more Yo-Yo straight for Gairyio's mother's skull.
"Mother!" Gregario shouted, swinging up his Yo-Yo to block. But it was too late.
The Yo-Yo stabbed into one of his mother's eyes, tearing open her face. Blood sprayed wildly, as she collapsed, the poison getting straight to her brain. The snow turned a dark crimson.
"Mother, no!" Gregario cried out. "Damn... Damn you!" he whipped his Yo-Yo about.
"You think you can contend with me?" Feli-Anne grinned.
Gregario stopped, staring hard at her. Fear gripped at him.
"Run, Gregario!" his father shouted. Gregario turned and ran.
"I shouldn't have run, god damnit!" the curren Gregario shouted. "Damnit! Damnit all to hell! I let myself be weak there..."
"Not getting away that easy, 'prince'!" Kaikoros laughed, kicking Gregario's father to the side for a moment. "Deathwish Tornado!"
"Prince?" Tsuki gasped. "Gregario... You never told us you were a..."
"I was once... Yes... Not anymore..."
Gregario turned and saw the attack begin.
Gregario turned to dive, but realized the snow and fear was slowing him down. He wouldn't make it. He couldn't even start the dive.
"Son!" Gregario's father, in one move, was up... In the air...
His body connected with Gregario's, sending his son crashing out of the way.
He was not so lucky.
The attack wrapped up Gregario's father, slicing his spinal cord down the back, his skull torn wide open on one side, and various other large slices littered his body. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Both Gregarios watched as their father hit the ground, his brains lying a bit out from the large slash.
The younger Gregario turned and fled. As fast as he could.
And the scene faded.
Gregario stood stiff, a look of anger spread wildly across his face. "Did you find that entertaining enough?"
"What? Why would we...?" Joseph asked.
"That's ludicrous..." Tsuki shook her head. "I'd never take pleasure from such a thing..."
"This is entertainment..." Gregario snarled. "Somebody's trying to entertain us with each other's pain. This is some kind of sick game!" Gregario shouted, punching forward, but nothing happened. "Some kind of sick, perverted, fucking game!"
"Calm down!" Miyuu held his arms back from behind. "Listen... We've all got memories and secrets... There's a reason we're being shown all this, I know it."
"So what exactly can we do?" Joseph looked around. "I hate this... it's really really creepy..."
"I don't know..." Manic looked around, looking down at the ground. He was praying, though. Praying that the others wouldn't have to see...
"We've all got something in our history..." Ryuu looked at the others. "All of us, no matter what we say..."
"I don't..." Joseph shook his head. "Nothing I remember, anyway..."
"We'll se... see... what...?" Ryuu looked around.
An image had once again began to form.
"Who's is it this time?" Tsuki asked, staring around. Everybody shrugged.
Slowly, it came into view. A dark street... ACDC town was in the background...
The street was somewhere behind a tall, white-painted house.
Tsuki gasped. "No! No! This can't..."
She looked. "This isn't possible, no, not at all... Not a fucking chance..."
There she was, a few years ago... And a boy somewhat older, at Tsuki's age now. He was laughing with her.
"Jet!" she exclaimed.