When Pawns Become Knights
By Soul_Shard_Wielder
If I owned "Bio-Booster Armor Guyver", the US would have
a lot of the story besides the first 6 parts.
I do own Rico, though. He likes helping other stories but
I like to know where he is at all times.
Hello. My name is Rico. You don't know me yet. No one
really does, but don't worry. You will.
My job, my destiny is to nudge Realities away from their
respective apocalypses. I try to help the heroes. Still,
if the sudtle approach doesn't work, then I can start pushing,
_hard_.
The next world I go to has heroes, so I have to stay in
the shadows. Also, I have to save them from the fates
rushing towards them. They are on a coalition course
with each other and the crash will consume this world.
The only chance it can be stopped is held in the hands of
this world's first true hero, the first Guyver, Sho Fukamachi.
He doesn't know what is happening yet, but I am about to
help arrange a wake-up call from a very unlikely source.
For those who do not even know what a Guyver is, please,
let me try and give a QUICK SUMMARY about the purpose and
history of the Bio-Booster Armor...
A unit-G, or "Guyver", is a parasite held in check by a
"Control Medal". The Guyver bonds with its host and
gives said host immemse power and virtual immortality.
However, it will eat its host alive if the Control Medal
is removed or rendered inoperative.
There is also an upgrade to the Guyver called the
Gigantic Module that doubles the already great power of
the Guyver using it...
The Guyver is a Bio-Weapon that could not controlled by
its creators. The actual word "Guyver" translates loosely
to mean "out of control". It is up to the host of the
Guyver to determine his or her own destiny.
Unfortunately, there ARE other Bio-Weapons out there, and,
as of this moment, one kind is trying to take over this
world.
And that is just the tip of the iceberg....
When Pawns Become Knights..
An Abandoned Warehouse, Outside the City of Tokyo
The creature known as Aptom merged his clones together
so that the lecture he was about to give would not be in
stereo. Even so, his "student" was in no shape to listen.
Still, Sho, or Guyver1, had not passed out. Aptom was
thankful for that. The "super-defense" mode of the Guyvers
was a much more difficult foe than Sho could ever be
on his own.
Aptom hated Sho, but Aptom hated Chronos more. The human
creators of the Zoaniod Bio-Weapons had "made" him. They
had taken away his freedom. They had killed his friends by
their stupidity. Their destruction was one of three goals.
Guyver1 was sitting up now. The boy had taken a beating
because of his LACK of skills as a warrior. Good. Sho's
destruction was also a goal of Aptom's.
"Aptom? Where did you?.. How?" The boy also didn't use
good grammer in a surprising situtation.
"Your opponents were all me, idiot. How do you expect
to beat Chronos when I can defeat you by MYSELF?!?" he roared
at Guyver1. The boy had also been part of Solmum and Dyme's
demise.
"How could I fight against the DEAD, Aptom? And while I'm
at it, why did you do it?" Sho _did_ know how to pose questions.
"Sho Fukamachi, WHEN you have to fight against Chronos, they
will use anything to get an edge. You have to be prepared for
ANYTHING." Disgusted with Sho, Aptom turned to leave.
"What are you talking about, Aptom?" But Sho is already
alone. So, Sho sent the Bio-Booster Armor to whence it came,
and passed out from the drain on resources already near
nonexistence.
************************
Day Before At Cloud Gate, Chronos International HQ,
Inside the board room, the heads of Chronos were having a..
private discussion.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU ALL THINKING????!!!!!"
That was the reason why the building was mostly deserted.
"WELL, WILL YOU ANSWER? OR, MUST I PULL THE ANSWER FROM
YOUR MINDS?"
Ten of the most powerful beings on Earth were close to
slinking away from the outraged Alkphanal. They were all
scared of this slight, almost elven, young man. It could
have been that he was more powerful than all of them. It
could have been that he could kill them with a glance.
But the real reason was that Alkphanal was usually the eye
of the storm. He was never so enraged.
"WHY DID YOU UNLEASH 3 ENZYME-3'S UPON THE PUBLIC OF TOKYO?
YOU REALIZE THAT THEY COULD BEEN SEEN OR HAVE KILLED SOMEONE,
DON'T YOU?"
There is always a first time for everything, however.
"We were trying to lure the Guyvers into a trap.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. All we have to show for this...
is 3 dead hyper-zoanoids." Hamical Valcus spoke up.
He probably saved their lives as well. The head Zoalord
cooled down considerably upon hearing this.
"Is there anything else we gain from this?" The young man
sat down for the first time during the meeting. He looked
very, very tired.
"No" was the only reply.
***************************
Later, after the meeting...
Have I done the right thing?
It is a question for the ages. Many have asked it, and many
more will. The more things you have done, the more times you ask.
Alkphanal has asked this question more times than most people have
drawn breath.
Alkphanal has been alive since the dinosaurs roamed the Earth.
He has made many important decisions. He has seen his creators
and has had several discussions with them, none of them entirely
pleasant. All near-immortals have.
Alkphanal had let his suborinates off easy. He knew they
were nervous about this whole sitution. However, his yelling had
been the last straw. Telepathy was a double-edged sword and it
was now baring the other blade. He had not been able to do much
with the waves of unrest distracting him. Still...
His hands still unsure on the "keyboard", he started recording
the words in his mind. A list of his enemies transfered itself
from his brain to the "screen". With only one year of knowing
this language, this 'Nipponjo', reading even his own words was a challenge.
The list was blessedly small. However, the power of those on
the list was enough to make him cringe.
First, his creators, the Advents. They were the only reason
Chronos existed. The ONLY reason. Still, the Earth wasn't
strong enough to defend against them. It might not ever be that
powerful. But he had to try...
Second, the upstart Guyver3, or Zeus. That little fool didn't
know what he was doing. Fouling recruitment efforts. Destroying his
Zoanoid troops. Raising his own army. Zeus would ruin the small
chance Alkphanal was trying to give Earth, and all so he could
rule its people. Alkphanal couldn't care less about who the "king"
was, so long as it wasn't a kingdom of corpses.
Third, the former Zoanoid, Aptom. Aptom simply would not DIE!
Anything that didn't fail outright just made the creature stronger
in the end. Hopefully, Valcus knew a weakness of this.... thing
that he helped create.
Fourth on the list was the one on his mind, right now. Guyver1.
The one he didn't know anything about. He knew the history of this
wildcard, but what Alkphanal needed to know was the personality, the
emotions, the thoughts of this person. Not knowing was dangerous.
Out of the list, Guyver1 was the one he couldn't predict. At the
same time, Guyver1 was the one Alkphanal could admire. Of what little
he knew, Alkphanal was almost certain that he and Guyver1 wanted the
same thing: peace. The problem was that Guyver1 didn't know how many
hands were in the game, or were going to be...
An idea popped into his head. A small one, but one that might
work, really work. Guyver1 had never seen his human form, not really.
Alkphanal could use a little working vacation, anyway.
**************************
The next day...
"I am going to be gone for a few weeks." Alkphanal said to the
rest of the Zoalord 12 present.
"Do you want us to -"
"No." The word was dipped in venon, as were the "you are all
staying here" that followed. "I will need two Gregole volunteers.
Oh, and I wiil need some- guard, what did you call those things?"
"Contacts, sir."
"Yes, thank you. 'Contacts' that will hide my... unusual eyes."
Alkphanal's yellow cat-like eyes had a slight twinkle in them as he
said this.
"Who is in charge while you gone, sir?"
"Valcus. Barring him, Iribilis, when he is done healing."
Silence echoes across the room. A throat clears and Alkphanal
turns to Valcus.
"What do you want us to do while you are gone?" Valcus knew the
answer already. He already had plans to try and capture -
"Nothing"
"What?" along with various curses resounded across the room.
"I said nothing. I do not want another disaster to come back to."
A short pause, filled with voices. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?" Nodding
quickly became a popular activity. "Good." Alkphanal then leaves,
with 10 confused and frightened Zoalords in his wake and a guard at
his side.
***********************
That night...
Alkphanal had been busy planning this trip for the entire day.
He was awake only because of the fact that he didn't need sleep.
This allowed the visitor at 2:07 A.M. to walk in on an drained but
awake High-Zoalord.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The question was
shot out in a voice that made brave men cringe and small children
scream with fear.
An amused baritone answered. "Well, sir. My name is Rico, but
I am not here to offer my name. I am here to offer my services to you.
Your universe is at a crossroads right now, and its fate is going
to be decided by your actions."
"Tell me something I don't know." The Zoalord was not amused.
"Try these on, please." Rico held a pair of small, concave,
blue-tinted circles. "They're contact lenses. I want to see how
see they look."
Alkphanal put the things in, if only to buy time. The crazed
man who looked at him appreasingly had long brown hair and strange
features for a male face. High cheekbones, a thin smile, and long
lashes made Rico look as efemmimate as Alkphanal did.
The strangest fact had to be Rico did not have an psychic aura.
Either Rico didn't have a mind, or he was dead. Both were
departures from reality, but possible. Still, things didn't look up.
"Hold still, please." A flash of light. "There, now you don't
look like a cat." Holding a mirror from somewhere, Rico presented
it to Alkphanal. Taking the mirror, Alkphanal stared at his face
with "normal" eyes of aquamarine.
"And I thought it was third time is a charm." Alkphanal chuckled
to himself, thinking of the other 299 pairs he had tried on earlier.
"I know where Sho Fukamachi will be, tomarrow at 9:54.10 P.M."
Rico stated this like he would a commonplace fact. He paused a
second, then in a serious tone said, "I"ll tell you, but you have
to promise me something beforehand."
"Yes?"
"Tell him the truth. Everything. Why you are doing this. Who
you are. Who you think is coming."
"I understand." Alkphanal knew now that Rico, somehow, knew what
was truly going on, on this world.
"Your mind is an open book, Alkphanal. As is Sho's. Your problem
is that you don't know how to read the title. Good luck, kind sir."
A slight pause. "You'll need it." Then, Rico was gone. In his place
was a wrist-GPS unit and a map of Japan. On the map, near Tokyo,
was a crudely drawn Unit-G. Next to it were longitude and latitude
coodinates.
Also, written in red, were the words "I'll be watching".
**************************
In the warehouse, 9:45 P.M...
"Yawh"
The thought "Wow, I'm still alive" crawled through Sho's head as
it had every day when he had woke up for 6 months.
With that greeting to the day, the cobwebs started to clear out
of his mind. The young man sat up and tried to figure out where he
was now. He was fighting the Hyper-Zoaniod Five- no, that wasn't
right. He had been fighting Aptom, who had been playing those sick
mind games again. Sho had tried to call the Gigantic, but Agito
must have really needed it. Still, understanding that didn't make
the bruises hurt less.
On that note, he stood up. His muscles were as stiff as boards,
but it was better than his usual inability to move unaided any
day of the week. Sho started walking back (hopefully) to the
battered remains of Northern Tokyo.
9:53.45
Sho was still lost. He could have just called the Guyver and flew
out, but he was too tired and too stubborn to do it. Then he heard it.
A scream of fear by a male, not too far away. The fatigue was gone in
a second, as Sho lifted his own voice in a cry of defiance.
"GUYVER!!!!!!!" The blast field pushed him upward as the humaniod,
organic armor donned his body, ripped his weakness away. Now Guyver1
scanned the area, looking for the screamer. There, beyond the hill.
Two huge creatures, Zoaniods. Guyver1 jumped once, extended an elbow
blade as he went over the hill, and sliced through one of the two
threatening to kill another innocent.
The live one cried out "Guyver1!!" in time with a beep from the man's
watch. Ignoring his former prey, the Gregole grabbed for Guyver1's arms.
The laser shot from one of the Guyver's head orbs sent the
Zoanoid into Death's waiting arms.
Then the armor disappeared, and Sho went to Death's brother, Sleep.
*************************
"Well, I found him. Now what?" Alkphanal had moved the Guyver to a
safer area of rural farmlands while the man was still unconscious.
Only then did Alkphanal try for ID.
"Sho Fukamachi, age... 19, is it?" Alkphanal looks over Sho's face
very carefully. Worry lines, a slight frown, bags under the eyes.
Sho Fukamashi must have grown up much too fast in the 9 months he has
had the Unit-G.
Still, all that meant was that Alkphanal had to be careful.
He had to earn the boy's... no, this man's trust before he revealed
his identity. The problem was that he couldn't just hide the truth.
No, Alkphanal would have to play a dangerous game, one of
information. He would answer Sho's questions, but in a round-about way,
letting Sho come to his own answers. At the same time, he would force
Sho to discard the wrong answers by strange denials.
Letting Sho find his way to the truth would be fun. Learning what
and who Sho was, more than facts could explain or telepathy could read,
deemed this nessesary. Alkphanal knew, however, that this might allow himself
something he had been denied, ever since he grabbed the mind of his mother
and shredded her psyche...
a friend.
************************
to be cont.
By Soul_Shard_Wielder
If I owned "Bio-Booster Armor Guyver", the US would have
a lot of the story besides the first 6 parts.
I do own Rico, though. He likes helping other stories but
I like to know where he is at all times.
Hello. My name is Rico. You don't know me yet. No one
really does, but don't worry. You will.
My job, my destiny is to nudge Realities away from their
respective apocalypses. I try to help the heroes. Still,
if the sudtle approach doesn't work, then I can start pushing,
_hard_.
The next world I go to has heroes, so I have to stay in
the shadows. Also, I have to save them from the fates
rushing towards them. They are on a coalition course
with each other and the crash will consume this world.
The only chance it can be stopped is held in the hands of
this world's first true hero, the first Guyver, Sho Fukamachi.
He doesn't know what is happening yet, but I am about to
help arrange a wake-up call from a very unlikely source.
For those who do not even know what a Guyver is, please,
let me try and give a QUICK SUMMARY about the purpose and
history of the Bio-Booster Armor...
A unit-G, or "Guyver", is a parasite held in check by a
"Control Medal". The Guyver bonds with its host and
gives said host immemse power and virtual immortality.
However, it will eat its host alive if the Control Medal
is removed or rendered inoperative.
There is also an upgrade to the Guyver called the
Gigantic Module that doubles the already great power of
the Guyver using it...
The Guyver is a Bio-Weapon that could not controlled by
its creators. The actual word "Guyver" translates loosely
to mean "out of control". It is up to the host of the
Guyver to determine his or her own destiny.
Unfortunately, there ARE other Bio-Weapons out there, and,
as of this moment, one kind is trying to take over this
world.
And that is just the tip of the iceberg....
When Pawns Become Knights..
An Abandoned Warehouse, Outside the City of Tokyo
The creature known as Aptom merged his clones together
so that the lecture he was about to give would not be in
stereo. Even so, his "student" was in no shape to listen.
Still, Sho, or Guyver1, had not passed out. Aptom was
thankful for that. The "super-defense" mode of the Guyvers
was a much more difficult foe than Sho could ever be
on his own.
Aptom hated Sho, but Aptom hated Chronos more. The human
creators of the Zoaniod Bio-Weapons had "made" him. They
had taken away his freedom. They had killed his friends by
their stupidity. Their destruction was one of three goals.
Guyver1 was sitting up now. The boy had taken a beating
because of his LACK of skills as a warrior. Good. Sho's
destruction was also a goal of Aptom's.
"Aptom? Where did you?.. How?" The boy also didn't use
good grammer in a surprising situtation.
"Your opponents were all me, idiot. How do you expect
to beat Chronos when I can defeat you by MYSELF?!?" he roared
at Guyver1. The boy had also been part of Solmum and Dyme's
demise.
"How could I fight against the DEAD, Aptom? And while I'm
at it, why did you do it?" Sho _did_ know how to pose questions.
"Sho Fukamachi, WHEN you have to fight against Chronos, they
will use anything to get an edge. You have to be prepared for
ANYTHING." Disgusted with Sho, Aptom turned to leave.
"What are you talking about, Aptom?" But Sho is already
alone. So, Sho sent the Bio-Booster Armor to whence it came,
and passed out from the drain on resources already near
nonexistence.
************************
Day Before At Cloud Gate, Chronos International HQ,
Inside the board room, the heads of Chronos were having a..
private discussion.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU ALL THINKING????!!!!!"
That was the reason why the building was mostly deserted.
"WELL, WILL YOU ANSWER? OR, MUST I PULL THE ANSWER FROM
YOUR MINDS?"
Ten of the most powerful beings on Earth were close to
slinking away from the outraged Alkphanal. They were all
scared of this slight, almost elven, young man. It could
have been that he was more powerful than all of them. It
could have been that he could kill them with a glance.
But the real reason was that Alkphanal was usually the eye
of the storm. He was never so enraged.
"WHY DID YOU UNLEASH 3 ENZYME-3'S UPON THE PUBLIC OF TOKYO?
YOU REALIZE THAT THEY COULD BEEN SEEN OR HAVE KILLED SOMEONE,
DON'T YOU?"
There is always a first time for everything, however.
"We were trying to lure the Guyvers into a trap.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. All we have to show for this...
is 3 dead hyper-zoanoids." Hamical Valcus spoke up.
He probably saved their lives as well. The head Zoalord
cooled down considerably upon hearing this.
"Is there anything else we gain from this?" The young man
sat down for the first time during the meeting. He looked
very, very tired.
"No" was the only reply.
***************************
Later, after the meeting...
Have I done the right thing?
It is a question for the ages. Many have asked it, and many
more will. The more things you have done, the more times you ask.
Alkphanal has asked this question more times than most people have
drawn breath.
Alkphanal has been alive since the dinosaurs roamed the Earth.
He has made many important decisions. He has seen his creators
and has had several discussions with them, none of them entirely
pleasant. All near-immortals have.
Alkphanal had let his suborinates off easy. He knew they
were nervous about this whole sitution. However, his yelling had
been the last straw. Telepathy was a double-edged sword and it
was now baring the other blade. He had not been able to do much
with the waves of unrest distracting him. Still...
His hands still unsure on the "keyboard", he started recording
the words in his mind. A list of his enemies transfered itself
from his brain to the "screen". With only one year of knowing
this language, this 'Nipponjo', reading even his own words was a challenge.
The list was blessedly small. However, the power of those on
the list was enough to make him cringe.
First, his creators, the Advents. They were the only reason
Chronos existed. The ONLY reason. Still, the Earth wasn't
strong enough to defend against them. It might not ever be that
powerful. But he had to try...
Second, the upstart Guyver3, or Zeus. That little fool didn't
know what he was doing. Fouling recruitment efforts. Destroying his
Zoanoid troops. Raising his own army. Zeus would ruin the small
chance Alkphanal was trying to give Earth, and all so he could
rule its people. Alkphanal couldn't care less about who the "king"
was, so long as it wasn't a kingdom of corpses.
Third, the former Zoanoid, Aptom. Aptom simply would not DIE!
Anything that didn't fail outright just made the creature stronger
in the end. Hopefully, Valcus knew a weakness of this.... thing
that he helped create.
Fourth on the list was the one on his mind, right now. Guyver1.
The one he didn't know anything about. He knew the history of this
wildcard, but what Alkphanal needed to know was the personality, the
emotions, the thoughts of this person. Not knowing was dangerous.
Out of the list, Guyver1 was the one he couldn't predict. At the
same time, Guyver1 was the one Alkphanal could admire. Of what little
he knew, Alkphanal was almost certain that he and Guyver1 wanted the
same thing: peace. The problem was that Guyver1 didn't know how many
hands were in the game, or were going to be...
An idea popped into his head. A small one, but one that might
work, really work. Guyver1 had never seen his human form, not really.
Alkphanal could use a little working vacation, anyway.
**************************
The next day...
"I am going to be gone for a few weeks." Alkphanal said to the
rest of the Zoalord 12 present.
"Do you want us to -"
"No." The word was dipped in venon, as were the "you are all
staying here" that followed. "I will need two Gregole volunteers.
Oh, and I wiil need some- guard, what did you call those things?"
"Contacts, sir."
"Yes, thank you. 'Contacts' that will hide my... unusual eyes."
Alkphanal's yellow cat-like eyes had a slight twinkle in them as he
said this.
"Who is in charge while you gone, sir?"
"Valcus. Barring him, Iribilis, when he is done healing."
Silence echoes across the room. A throat clears and Alkphanal
turns to Valcus.
"What do you want us to do while you are gone?" Valcus knew the
answer already. He already had plans to try and capture -
"Nothing"
"What?" along with various curses resounded across the room.
"I said nothing. I do not want another disaster to come back to."
A short pause, filled with voices. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?" Nodding
quickly became a popular activity. "Good." Alkphanal then leaves,
with 10 confused and frightened Zoalords in his wake and a guard at
his side.
***********************
That night...
Alkphanal had been busy planning this trip for the entire day.
He was awake only because of the fact that he didn't need sleep.
This allowed the visitor at 2:07 A.M. to walk in on an drained but
awake High-Zoalord.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The question was
shot out in a voice that made brave men cringe and small children
scream with fear.
An amused baritone answered. "Well, sir. My name is Rico, but
I am not here to offer my name. I am here to offer my services to you.
Your universe is at a crossroads right now, and its fate is going
to be decided by your actions."
"Tell me something I don't know." The Zoalord was not amused.
"Try these on, please." Rico held a pair of small, concave,
blue-tinted circles. "They're contact lenses. I want to see how
see they look."
Alkphanal put the things in, if only to buy time. The crazed
man who looked at him appreasingly had long brown hair and strange
features for a male face. High cheekbones, a thin smile, and long
lashes made Rico look as efemmimate as Alkphanal did.
The strangest fact had to be Rico did not have an psychic aura.
Either Rico didn't have a mind, or he was dead. Both were
departures from reality, but possible. Still, things didn't look up.
"Hold still, please." A flash of light. "There, now you don't
look like a cat." Holding a mirror from somewhere, Rico presented
it to Alkphanal. Taking the mirror, Alkphanal stared at his face
with "normal" eyes of aquamarine.
"And I thought it was third time is a charm." Alkphanal chuckled
to himself, thinking of the other 299 pairs he had tried on earlier.
"I know where Sho Fukamachi will be, tomarrow at 9:54.10 P.M."
Rico stated this like he would a commonplace fact. He paused a
second, then in a serious tone said, "I"ll tell you, but you have
to promise me something beforehand."
"Yes?"
"Tell him the truth. Everything. Why you are doing this. Who
you are. Who you think is coming."
"I understand." Alkphanal knew now that Rico, somehow, knew what
was truly going on, on this world.
"Your mind is an open book, Alkphanal. As is Sho's. Your problem
is that you don't know how to read the title. Good luck, kind sir."
A slight pause. "You'll need it." Then, Rico was gone. In his place
was a wrist-GPS unit and a map of Japan. On the map, near Tokyo,
was a crudely drawn Unit-G. Next to it were longitude and latitude
coodinates.
Also, written in red, were the words "I'll be watching".
**************************
In the warehouse, 9:45 P.M...
"Yawh"
The thought "Wow, I'm still alive" crawled through Sho's head as
it had every day when he had woke up for 6 months.
With that greeting to the day, the cobwebs started to clear out
of his mind. The young man sat up and tried to figure out where he
was now. He was fighting the Hyper-Zoaniod Five- no, that wasn't
right. He had been fighting Aptom, who had been playing those sick
mind games again. Sho had tried to call the Gigantic, but Agito
must have really needed it. Still, understanding that didn't make
the bruises hurt less.
On that note, he stood up. His muscles were as stiff as boards,
but it was better than his usual inability to move unaided any
day of the week. Sho started walking back (hopefully) to the
battered remains of Northern Tokyo.
9:53.45
Sho was still lost. He could have just called the Guyver and flew
out, but he was too tired and too stubborn to do it. Then he heard it.
A scream of fear by a male, not too far away. The fatigue was gone in
a second, as Sho lifted his own voice in a cry of defiance.
"GUYVER!!!!!!!" The blast field pushed him upward as the humaniod,
organic armor donned his body, ripped his weakness away. Now Guyver1
scanned the area, looking for the screamer. There, beyond the hill.
Two huge creatures, Zoaniods. Guyver1 jumped once, extended an elbow
blade as he went over the hill, and sliced through one of the two
threatening to kill another innocent.
The live one cried out "Guyver1!!" in time with a beep from the man's
watch. Ignoring his former prey, the Gregole grabbed for Guyver1's arms.
The laser shot from one of the Guyver's head orbs sent the
Zoanoid into Death's waiting arms.
Then the armor disappeared, and Sho went to Death's brother, Sleep.
*************************
"Well, I found him. Now what?" Alkphanal had moved the Guyver to a
safer area of rural farmlands while the man was still unconscious.
Only then did Alkphanal try for ID.
"Sho Fukamachi, age... 19, is it?" Alkphanal looks over Sho's face
very carefully. Worry lines, a slight frown, bags under the eyes.
Sho Fukamashi must have grown up much too fast in the 9 months he has
had the Unit-G.
Still, all that meant was that Alkphanal had to be careful.
He had to earn the boy's... no, this man's trust before he revealed
his identity. The problem was that he couldn't just hide the truth.
No, Alkphanal would have to play a dangerous game, one of
information. He would answer Sho's questions, but in a round-about way,
letting Sho come to his own answers. At the same time, he would force
Sho to discard the wrong answers by strange denials.
Letting Sho find his way to the truth would be fun. Learning what
and who Sho was, more than facts could explain or telepathy could read,
deemed this nessesary. Alkphanal knew, however, that this might allow himself
something he had been denied, ever since he grabbed the mind of his mother
and shredded her psyche...
a friend.
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to be cont.