Disclaimer; I dont own Outlaw Star or any of the characters or any of
the other elements of the series. There, that pretty much covers it.
However, I do own the original characters and situations presented in
this and Boutou Hoshi. If you want to use them, please e-mail me and I
ll probably let you do it. Please dont sue me! Ive only got some old
drawing books and empty pocky boxes anyway so you wouldn't get much.
Okay, Im done.
Dedication; This story is dedicated to the people whove stuck by me for
the past three months, especially Jade S., Anime Angel, heehee, barbo-
chan, and Trunks. Also, this is dedicated to my friends Legacy Lost,
Bishexy no Miko, Tamahome no Miko, Shattered Stars, and (especially!) my
sis Blayse! Thanks you guys! ^-^
~~~What's really going on . . .
I'll just say this now and get it over with. Naruto has consumed my soul. It's a wonderful anime and an even better manga and it really has taken all my focus and attention away from other things. Just when it was looking like I could get a little bit off myself back, that part of my soul was consumed my another great new anime, Full Metal Alchemist. I also recommend this one. They are both still airing in Japan and fansubs are released on the net (ANBU is the best place to get them). You can download them on BitTorrent. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I recovered a little bit form that too, just enough to separate my heart form my soul so that I could write again, and wouldn't you know it I am now taken by video game bishounen. Gippal and Baralai (especially Baralai) from Final Fantasy X2 took my heart. I think they make a great yaoi couple, but then that's just me. ^^
So you can see how these three obsessions plus my normal college class load (and I have lots of out of class work because I go to an art college) have left little to no time for writing. I had wanted to start writing a Naruto fic, but even that was swept away in this mad rush of fandom. Oh well.
I'm making it my goal to get this out before my birthday. That gives me about two weeks. I will publish this chapter while I'm still 18, I vow it! *cue dramatic music* Hey, maybe if I make it really long I can go ahead and end this! Yay! ^^
Tarian Ch. 16 :
By: Adakie
The relief that swept over Gene was nearly tangible. Jim was alive. He hadn't failed. He hadn't lost. There was still a chance. Those thoughts alone possessed his mind and gave him the strength to go on.
"What? That's wonderful!"
After a few moments the voice over him registered as Shean's. It was then that Gene remembered where they were.
"We need to get out of here. Now."
The older man nodded solemnly and made his way to the back wall. He pulled something from a pocket in his coat but Gene was to busy gathering Jim into his arms to see what it was. A few minuets later Shean was ushering everyone to the other side of the large cell and Gene finely understood what he was doing.
He'd set a bomb.
The explosion that rocked the building a few seconds later was minimal at best but got the job done. A large hole had bee left in the back wall. Gene could hear shouting and heavy footsteps already echoing through the halls of the old prison. He found his voice and instructed the crowd in a loud, commanding tone.
"Alright, everybody out!"
They didn't need further instruction. The crowd pored out of the prisons new 'back door' into the dark night. Shean was ahead of them, leading them all to the safe house that he and Rin had prepared. Gene went after them, making sure that no one went astray. He kept glancing over his should to see if there was anyone fallowing them but, to his surprise, there was no one. It didn't take them long to reach their destination.
~*~*~*~*~
The next few . . . hours . . . or was it days . . . were all a blur of frenzied activity to Gene. With all the victims they had rescued there was always someone who needed their help. They had all been treated with the experimental cure Rin had concocted. Those worst off received it first and none of them had died yet so Gene was fairly certain that it would work. He'd personally seen to it that Jim was one of the first treated.
The small portion of his time that was not occupied with cores of one sort or another dragged by at a miserably slow pace. He would sit in a hard chair by the little cot that Jim had been placed in and wait for the boy to wake up. Often times he fell asleep in that chair. Sometime he'd wake up with a blanket around his shoulders and he was never actually sure who put it there.
Shean had come to talk to him a few times. He said that the authorities had heard of what they were doing. Gene had thought that they'd all be arrested for what they'd done, but he was wrong. They had been thanked for their work, even praised as heroes. Rin had insisted that they all remain anonymous. Gene was fine with that, he didn't want recognition anyway.
He said that the cure had been taken to other planets and was being distributed to everyone who needed it. All their work was paying off, or so it seemed. After all, if they were sending out the experimental cure to other places that must mean it'd worked pretty well. Gene was glad, but couldn't bring himself to care about it in more than a detached way. He was focuses on other things.
He had plans. When Jim woke up, they were going to get away from this place. They'd leave and never return. There were too many bad memories here. He wanted out. They'd start fresh; somewhere neither of them had ever been before, someplace small but big enough so that they'd be able to make enough money. He even had a place in mind. Sentinal. It was perfect. That's where they'd go, when Jim woke up.
~*~*~*~*~
It was bright. Too bright. The light was all consuming, especially compared to the darkness he'd gotten used to. He had to close his eyes just as soon as he'd opened them. What was this place? He didn't understand.
He tried to open his eyes again, slower this time so that they'd have a chance got get used to the brightness all around him. After a few tries he could finely hold them open long enough to see his surroundings . . . or at least the ceiling. It was gray, he noticed, and there was a bright florescent light near him. No wonder it was so bright.
"Jim?"
The voice cut through his confusion. It was familiar. It was what he'd been waiting for. He tried to answer, but his throat was dry and it hurt to talk. Somehow, he managed.
"A-aniki?"
He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and turned his head to the side. Gene was smiling at him, face wet with tears. Relief showed clear in his eyes.
'He must have been worried about me,' Jim thought, 'I wonder what happened.'
"Everything's gona be alright now Jim. We're gona be okay."
Jim smiled as he felt himself drifting off to sleep. He knew what Gene had told him was true. As long as they were together, they'd be okay.
~~~~~~~~~
The streets of Mar 3 were quiet and calm. People passed by the little shop on the corner, occasionally glancing in the window to see the news broadcast that the owner always had playing. More and more people had been taking notice over the past few days. Reports had been played about the plague that had spread through a few unfortunate planets. Luckily, thanks to the work of a few renegades from Coriga, a cure had been discovered and was being distributed to all those who needed it. The reports were now showing interviews of various people from the little planet. No one knew the names of those few who had saved them and the people themselves refused to give out their information. There were a few photographs that showed them, but that was the only clue as to their identities.
A couple glanced in the window as they passed, their adopted daughter trailing behind them. She paused to watch the report. A familiar face flashed on the screen, triggering forgotten memories in her. The next thing anyone knew there was the sudden sound of shattering glass. The couple turned in shock and suddenly regretted taking in the supposedly rehabilitated street girl they'd come to know as their daughter.
The man tried to reach out to her, to hold her down. That proved to be a mistake. Neither of them could get away in time. Blood soaked the front of her white dress and splattered onto her pale face and black hair.
By the time the police got there, Riakie was gone.
~~~~~Owarii~~~~~
Well, there you go! ^^ Tarian is DONE!!!! FINISHED!!!! COMPLETE!!! YAY! ^^ And I even put in the teaser to the final part of the trilogy. Hummm . . . should I even writhe the last part? I admit that I don't love the series as much as I did . . . but I still love the characters. Also, the last story will probably be shorter and tie up all my loose ends (it'll blend almost seamlessly with the anime timeline at the end).
Well, I'll let you all decide. What do you think, should I write it or not?
P.S. – I did what I set out to do and got this out before I turned 19 (I even still have a day left considering I was born in the evening), yay!!! ^^