Hidden Memories

Chapter 4: Revealed

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT. Or the characters. Like all fan-antics, I just make up my own imaginary world based off Akira Toriyama's world and characters. So don't you bitch! I just want to write...sniff sniff

Recap from Chapter 3:

"Kami-sama," The whisper hung on her lips in the silence around her, where Torankusu had left her. She raked her hands through her ebony hair, pondering what just happened. Bringing the same hand to her lips, she clenched her eyes shut as she yelled in her mind. It all had been an act. An act she only used to lighten up the mood between the others and her. She only did it to get rid of the rising questions of her unemotional state. She just couldn't get emotionally attached to anyone. Her was her number one rule, she couldn't afford for that to happen.

But now, it seemed as Torankusu had tried to break through her rules with that kiss. A kiss that she didn't really expect to take place. She had no idea she was dangerously flirting with him and actually led him to believe that he had feelings for her.

She bowed her head in her hands, letting another frustrated sigh.

"This could come bite me in the ass later. I know it," She grumbled as she exited the room.

Chapter 4:

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An unusual wind blew through the silence of the air's surroundings, that afternoon. Whispering questions that floated along the wind's light breeze. Asking the ground, the trees, and the sky, everything that it pasted why? What used to be a busy and cluttered little town of busy people and cluttered buildings, was now gone. Wiped out with out warning reason, and just lay there silent...dead.

The city's remains now looked like some ancient city from the past, which had time's cruel effect on it. The main buildings were destroyed and crumbled from the tops, or just collapsed on top of each other. Only but a few bodies lay out in the open, and the stench of blood and flesh would fill anyone's noses, telling them it was not to long ago that this has happened. It was too late for them, it was too late for the city, it occupants. The wind cried in whispers as it brushed passed the many buildings and allowing some sediment that were loose, to fall and create some nose to the dead city. Another grave was made on her, the Earth, which would be remembered, since this place will never be touched again. It was because of them. Those Jinzouningens.

Another light clatter of a pebble-sized pieces of concrete rolled down the side of a building was heard, as the wind had escaped from the deadly sight of the now deceased town. There was a pause of silence as the dead talked and time stood still. With shock, a disturbance to the silence was sounded, echoed, through out the walls and the now non-existent streets. The sound was loud, scratching of rock on rock, as more sediment came crashing down creating more noise that was welcomed.

Located at the end of the town, where once a building stood. Still evidence of the building was there as one wall was still standing, and where the other walls were suppose to be, was the rods that held the concrete together, stood. Still standing strong. Just placed a few feet from those proud rods, the concrete that was probably covering the rods, crumbled in to many places and laid there. And there, a large slab, moving ever so slightly among the pieces of concrete that surrounded it. The location of the scratching and scrapping was found, and to join them was the sound of a human voice, groaning with pain. A scream muffled beneath the struggling slab. Then it stopped the motion of the slab stopped, and there was silence once more. Who or what was under there couldn't have survived it. It was just a matter of time that Fate would take her place. It was surprising that something had survived for that long under that concrete slab that was a foot thick and 5 feet long. There was just...no use.

He struggled to keep the tears that were beating him inside, to not escape. Even if his mother said that crying wasn't shameful at all, even more so with the destruction they lived in, he still fought them with pride. His mother would always say that he was just as stubborn as his father, shake her head, and excuse herself from the room. No doubt to cry, and not wanting him to see her tears. He almost smiled remembering that memory at how his own mother ate her words. His smile soon vanished; as he tried to keep the seriousness on his face, try to create a stone like look, to be prepared to what he was about to see. The wind tickled his ears, as he soared through the skies, and his dark blue eyes were narrowed on the horizon in front of him. His light blue aura sparked around him, and he could feel the heat that he surrounded himself in. Tresses of his lavender hair waved across his forehead, and sometimes got caught in his eyesight. He increased his speed, with one big explosion of his aura around him, as it glowed brighter and turned from its light blue to white. He was too impatient, too stubborn; he needed to get there. But he was only kidding himself if he could make a difference. He knew that he was too late...the city was probably already gone and there was no need for help, from him. But his conscience kept telling him, ' what if? '. This was the only thing that kept him going. Until that first collapsed building came to view over the horizon. Torankusu only clenched his teeth as he soared towards the already dead city.

His speed simply decreased, and along with his speed the size of his aura decreased and then finally vanished. His lips pierced together, and he paled as he floated over the city, smelling the after effects of a one-sided battle. His knuckles white with force, shuttered at each side of him as he continued to fight against his tears, his pain, his fears. They did it again, without any reason, they destroyed another city, and he...he was to blame because he was to slow. He could have made it and at least saved some people by distracting them, but he had failed and they were all gone. There was no way that anyone could survive this, no one. Showering himself with guilt, he slowly drifted towards the ground, and with a light tap his feet touched down with the weight that Torankusu could no longer hold up. Sickened with disgust his knees went week, and he fell to them, bringing his fists to the ground as well. With a boom the ground beneath both his fist caved in under them, shaking the ground and bringing more of buildings sediments shaken from their spot and causing a clatter of nose. Dust soon filled the area around him, hiding the tears that soon found their way out, and he silently sobbed as his figure disappeared in the golden dust.

With that one noise, the cause of Torankusu, echoed towards the earlier building were just a few minutes ago something had stopped their struggle, awoken something. As the shudder of the ground met that spot, and concrete fell down in forms of small pebbles and apple-size rocks fell against the slab. Remarkably the slab started to struggle again, scrapping, and scratching against each other, as if what ever was underneath it was panicking. With one small movement the slab was lifted up on one side, shaking with the weight that it was putting on. It began to fall back down, and then turn direction as with one shove the heavy slab of concrete was swung from its spot and to the other direction, as pants and groaning could be heard.

Torankusu paused, froze, with fear. Thinking of the worse as the crash of concrete on concrete spooked him. They came back, it was a trap, and the voices in his head had concurred. As the dust slowly cleared, he slowly stood back to his feet, failing to wipe away the redness of his face. His eyes-widen towards the direction of the crash, just waiting for both of them to step out of the shadows and show their playful, cynical, pale, blue eyes. When he saw nothing, as the dust cleared, it sparked confusion in him, that maybe they were playing another game with him. But he had been waiting there for two minutes now, which seemed forever. They wouldn't take this long, would they? A grunt came from that direction, like an answer to the question that was never really asked. He stepped forward with one caution step, and before he knew it he was taking step after step after step 'till he was only a few feet away from whatever had made the disturbance.

As the golden dust was still settling around the area of the concrete slab, it looked as if the dust was dancing towards the ground, dancing around a being that was in the center of concrete rocks. The appearance of being dirty to say the less, as the back was towards the breathless Torankusu. The hands that were palmed down in front of the being support sitting on their knees, and letting the body. The rise and fall of the chest was seen, also the sound of the breaths were audible, trying to gather breath from the struggle from underneath that rock. Torankusu noted the long ebony hair that cascading down the back of the being, the clothes that was worn was the same color as the dirt below, stained from laying there for a good amount of time, or evidence of a fight. A voice was heard as that of a sighed and caught their breath, and Torankusu could tell that it was feminine. It was a woman, who surprised him even more, and carelessly he took a step forward causing a noise from underneath his foot. With one quick moment the female turned swiftly around on to her feet. Her breath was raged and rapid as she stared wide-eyed towards Torankusu with fear.

"Don't worry." He held out a hand to try and comfort her. The girl looked at him with that same stare of fear, 'til she blinked and caused her eyesight to look around. Her surroundings obviously confused her, as it was eminent on her face. She accidentally moved one of her feet back, and went weak in the knees but caught herself. Torankusu took another step forward to help her, but she shot back a glare towards him, warning him 'til she feared him again. Her breaths became rapid again, and she seemed to let herself fall forward, she heard the shuffling of Torankusu's feet goes towards her, telling her to and take deep slow breaths, to keep awake. She felt dizzy all of a sudden, as her eyes still wandered out everything, the disaster, the boy, the blood that ran from her own wounds, and the stench of some bitter smell of something.

What happened? What is this place? What is it called?

What happened?

A gasp of breath was violent brought into her lungs as she panicked in Torankusu's arm who constantly screamed at her to calm down.

Why am I bleeding?

Who is this boy?

...Who am I?

Her breaths soon calmed and Torankusu gave a sigh of relief. The girl had a blank stare on the world before her, as that last question she had questioned herself seemed to calm her down. Her head fell light again and soon she felt her body fall limp, and slowly the darkness filled her eyesight.

Who am I?

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Who am I?

That one phrase that one question...still haunts me today. It reminds me of three years ago, of how near death I was. It reminded me of how awful the world was and how it cursed me to stay here and to remind myself that I know not of myself. Nothing. Nothing from before that fateful day, when Torankusu accidentally found me and saved me. To feel nothing...to know nothing. I have felt lost ever since that day...and that day...will forever haunt me.

After I blacked out in that boy's hands, I soon woke up somewhere different. I panicked again...tore the needles and tubes off of my body, and loud beeps were made after I done that. I panicked again and ran from the room, I soon ran into that boy again and he captured me in his arms and screamed on the top of my lungs. I had fear, I had youth and I had no idea they were trying to help me. I later found out that I might have died after I blacked out.

They didn't know anything of me. Hell, I didn't know anything about me. For that first week I had no name at all. I know it seems odd that I had no name, no identity, but at the time I was a nobody...I had no identity. I was just there. Someone they saved, that they were just taking care of until I was better. Yet, I am still a soul without an identity.

I was under so much supervision from the older woman, it bothered me extremely. I couldn't move without her consent for doing so. She had said that my condition was unknown at the time, so until they knew if any bones were broken or something in need of a surgical incision, that I wasn't suppose to do any strenuous activity. My stubbornness got the best of me and I often fled from my bed and tried to escape a couple of times from the Capsule Corp. The other times I was just too curious about my surroundings, I had wandered throughout the spacious place.

Upon my searching I had found Torankusu's, the lavender haired boy, room to my surprise. I heard voices and began to listen in on his conversation, with himself. He sounded tired, and I could almost find the hint of tears within this strong, gentle voice. Torankusu, I had noticed from the week I spent with him and his mother, he wasn't the social type like his mother appeared to be. I hardly saw him around the house relaxing or helping around with his mother. He seemed preoccupied with something. He ignored me at all costs as well, which I really didn't seem to mind. I had other things on my mind. So, when I heard so much emotion in his voice when I stood outside the door I was more than a little shocked. He was apologizing to someone, to himself maybe? "Gomen, I have failed you again. I wasn't strong enough to stop them. I'm not strong enough to stop them. I can't save them from Kaa-san. Kami-sama!" He stopped to breath in a half sob. "The girl, sensei, the girl. I will promise you that I will take care of her, make sure she survives." I wasn't sure what to think, after that. The boy was swearing to someone that he would take care of me. All I kept thinking was, why? Why would he care of someone with no future, no past, and barely even a present?

I sat in the spacious living room that was located down stairs, when I heard the pounding of feet from the stairs two rooms down. Torankusu looked me with bewildering eyes and he called for his mother. I tried to keep myself but ease dropped on them from the other room.

They discussed about me, basically, hearing them mostly refer to "her". They didn't use my nickname, the name they gave me with for no confusion, Sorano, much. Which I believe means "of the sky", which Buruma had explained that I fell back from the sky because of my fighting spirit.

They came back in, with Buruma with a bewildered look on her face, holding a piece of paper. Torankusu slunk behind her not far behind. "It is her." She breathed almost inaudibly to herself more to herself; as I just stared back her with confusion and fear. This gave me the impression that I was someone they weren't found of, someone that probably aided the Jinzou-jin in the past.

They told me, I was Biideru Satan. I was Son Gohan's, their friend that died a year ago, girlfriend, they had called it. With one uttering of that name, I had a flash of memories of this man with hair as black as mine, and the same color of eyes which I found very emotional and full of pain. He smiled and then they ended. I knew him, and I told them. I had memories of him, but no memories of anything else. I was his lover, to be blunt, but confused me because they also knew my age. I was fourteen.

I heard the story from the boy from his point of view. How this Son Gohan had talked about me only rarely when the time was right. When there was a calm between attacks. I continued to shake my head and tell myself this couldn't be true. I kept fighting constant remembrances of my mind's eyes. A wicked smirk upon a handsome face kept staring at me when I slept, and I just knew it was him. They become more often and at a rapid speed at one time during the day. It rattle my brain, his face was shown so much, I saw scenes with him and me like I was flashing through a life that I didn't remember...until now. Pain soon danced in strings through my hands and throughout the rest of my body. Torankusu stared at me oddly, and rushed to my side to see what the matter. I felt him embrace me and heard him yell at me to fight it...and then felt his arms went calm, as I kept screaming with pain.

Then there was just silence, the pain subsided, Torankusu stopped encouraging me, and I had stopped screaming as well. I stared up at him, as I heard nothing, but my heart rate's rapid, rhythm pace together with Torankusu's. His mind was on something else, as he stared towards a wall. A soft, "Kami-sama..." left his lips as he gently set me down on the couch and hurried out into a hallway to go find Buruma, no doubt. I, instead, went out the door like something was drawing me towards something else. I stopped suddenly as a stranger took a place outside the door. His clothes were almost in shreds, his hair unruly and defying gravity, and his face was dark with a shadow, which was caused from his back towards the only light outside. He raised his chin, and I saw that wicked smirk and I knew suddenly who it was. Without a word, he pulled me into a hug, as I stood there frozen with fear.

I felt the warmth of tears come to my cheeks as he looked to me with those cold black eyes. I knew what those memories predicted. My heart started to ache in pain, which was one part of why I was crying, and I knew he left me to hurt me so. I was afraid of him, because of his size of 6'4" and the presence he gave me by just standing there. Also those eyes. Those cold, emotionless eyes that held a story they were trying to keep a secret and were poorly trying to contain it. Those eyes were deep and I was frightened to even look at him. From the fear that I might be filled with those dark eyes and the painful flash backs that I kept experiencing when he looked at me. I was scared of him, and ignored him, which lead me to shoot awful comments to get him away. And I soon grew to hate him, after a long period of time.

And now more confusing, the hysterical, private boy that I grew to become friends with...well he confuses me and that's all I can say. One kiss just minutes ago and questioned my heart from Gohan and to Torankusu. What was wrong with me? I simply hated Son Gohan all of what he had done, all what he has caused me...Until I know the truth, and Son Gohan is to blame for what has happened...

Satan, Biideru

Year 0018 J.A.

It was unpleasantly silent now. The boys were gone from the house once again, called to do their duty. To risk their lives for the sake of many other lives to live on. They were truly the heroes of today's world, unknown heroes to the human race, but heroes nonetheless. Without them, the Capsule Corps. could just be as empty. Although, it was usually silent in the Corps. with them there anyways, this silence though...this silence was different, it was the kind of silence that was just an empty void. The silence that would send chills up your spine, and kept you in a panicked paranoia, because your heart was beating louder than your thoughts.

Biideru had shaken herself violently when the tension of her paranoia broke with the soft sound of a weeping sigh. It had belonged to Buruma, who had placed herself on the other side of the kitchen. Her back had been facing Biideru this whole time, hiding face, hiding her. There was no doubt that there was tension in the aging woman's body. Biideru had quickly glanced her hand's that gripped tightly on the kitchen counter, which she had been leaning herself forward on. If Buruma had been any strong, such as Torankusu or Son Gohan's strength, that kitchen table would have long gone.

She couldn't blame Buruma, she was a worried mother. She had always acted like this when her son or Son Gohan had gone out on their mission. You would think that the woman would have faith in the boys; they were, however, beyond human strength. But after seeing their many wounds when they returned, Biideru had noticed that her faith, and hope had died and the only thing left of her was her motherly worries. They would be the death of her someday, Biideru noted, and Buruma's hands still strained to break the marble counter at the grip of her hands. Biideru averted her eyes back to her own little area. She still sat at the table, still occupying her and Torankusu's full bowls of rice, and Gohan's empty one. Her appetite had become smaller nowadays, which she never really noticed until now. It had something to do with stress, she had bet her conscience. She soon quietly laid her head down onto her own folded arms that rested onto the tabletop. Soon Buruma will start weep uncontrollably, which is why she was there. For comfort. But many times it hadn't worked that well...Buruma would always break away from her encouraging words and weep in the privacy of her room.

With a start, her eyes instinctively blinked to the sound of Buruma's weeping, which suddenly sounded forced. More like a forced laugh, as Buruma had gotten louder. Something was terribly wrong. Biideru quickly sat up in her chair and looked towards the older woman. Buruma's back was still facing her, and her long, silky aquamarine hair swayed from side to side from the motions of her body. Buruma's head fell back with forced laughter, letting go of the marble counter to hold on to her stomach. Biideru's eyes widen extremely as she just watched the insane attitude from her friend. Buruma stumbled back as she lost her foot and turned slightly so that Biideru could get a good look of her face. Tears were, of course, still flowing like water falls down her red cheeks, along with the milky, black mascara. The older woman soon fell forward from trying to get back on her feet, to her knees as her hands instantly covered her stained face and just wept loudly with racking sobs. A little confused and a little scared, Biideru got out of her daze as she replaced herself to kneel down beside Buruma.

"It's foolish. It's foolish!" Buruma started to scream. "I knew all along, that Kami had something against me. He is trying to break my sanity one piece at a time so that I would be the crazy, genius he always thought I was."

Biideru patted her back as she listened to hysterical woman. She shook her head mentally; even on the brink of insanity she still gives herself credit of being a genius. Nobody could take that away from her. She nearly jumped as Buruma's icy hands took hold of her wrist to get the young girl to look at her piercing blue eyes.

"He is going to kill him, Biideru. He is going to take Torankusu away just to hurt, just to see me suffer."

"No 'He's' not Buruma. My Torankusu is going to come back to you, I promise. I promise Buruma-san." Biideru slightly winced as she noticed what she had just said. What was she actually saying? She couldn't get emotionally attached. Buruma-san treated her like a daughter; Biideru found herself becoming that role and really respecting the older woman. But Torankusu, wouldn't that make him her older brother? Then why was she saying these things?

"No, he is. This was meant for me. Why do you think I'm still alive?" To Biideru's relief she wasn't thinking clearly, as Buruma tore from the teenagers hold and stood up, wobbling on her feet as she hysterically spat out her theory. Before Biideru could even let out a word she turned around stormed off to disappear down a random hallway. Biideru just sighed and helped herself back on her feet. Why was Buruma acting this way? She really had nothing to worry about. If anyone was going to act like that, it was suppose to be her. She was the one with no past.

She continued down a hallway, heading into the living room she spent so much time in, in which she had said bye, and made Torankusu promise to come back. She scoffed as she just thought of both mother and son. They had no faith in each other at all. They had been living this nightmare all through Torankusu's life and they were still alive and now they had Gohan for support. But it wasn't enough. Maybe, they thought they were living the inevitable, like they were just going through this with just pure luck, instead of strength. As long as I'm here, they really have nothing to worry about, Biideru had thought, as she turned towards the door that led to the gloomy outside.

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Her arms crossed up on top of her chest, as a light breeze swooped on in her as she stepped through the deserted outside. Still shaking her head at Buruma's recent scene. She cared for Buruma as a mother, and Torankusu as a brother, and Son Gohan, as well a very over-protective, respect less brother. She lived with all of them to know them enough. And never in all this time had all of them acted like the world's doom was right around the corner.

She sighed as she lifted her hand to drag away the strands of hair out of her face. Yet, she couldn't blame them. They obviously had no idea what she knew, and she hoped it would stay like that. She felt guilt consume her body as she felt her legs still dragging her along the ground, her eyes still on her feet in thought. Her body tensed as if waiting for the wind to strike her again with its coolness, as goose bumps appeared without a cause. She wouldn't forgive herself if Buruma or Torankusu found out her little secret.

"Well, what a surprise..." A deep voice taunted in front of her, as Biideru's head snapped up and looked at someone in front of her. Her breath quickened as it always did when she did this. Her sapphires hues danced, weakly on the face of the man in front of her. The long, silk hair that met his shoulders and danced along with the wind's help. The piercing blue eyes that flashed evil as he stared her down with playfulness in them. And a smirk to perfect the man's face as soft chuckle came from them just looking at the sight of her.

"I didn't think you would make it."

"Jinzou-jin..." She breathed in a curse.

"Hmm... speak as if I were going to hurt you." Added almost seriously, and then added a laugh along in there. In just the blink of Biideru's eyes he appeared inches from her, lifted up her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Bastard..." She tore her chin away from his grasp, as he just kept on smirking down at his victim.

"You want to be struck quickly today, hmm?" He added a sadistic laugh. "Don't worry Juuhachi will be here soon, after she's done playing with your little friends. Now until she does you will give me what I want."

Biideru took a step back and kept her eyes down towards the ground in shame, as she refused to answer.

"Biideru-chan, you know I don't have all day, neither does the woman friend of yours." He said as he bent down to meet her gaze, and lifted her chin once again. He met her scowl as she dared him with her eyes to do his worst. She wasn't going to do anything with out a fight.

Juunana frowned as well as he asked again. "Biideru-chan?"

Biideru spit in his face, which had Juunana back up a couple steps, in surprise as he stared at the stubborn girl. "Don't talk to me like I'm your whore!" she spat out.

Before Biideru could see it, she was struck across the face, and was pulled instantly to floor with a yelp. She caught herself instantly, and touched her lip gently as it throbbed with pain. Pulling her hand away she looked down and noticed a drop of blood smeared across the side of her hand. She sucked on her wound as she tried to pass by the pain and look up at her attacker.

"I can talk to you how ever I feel. And quite frankly, you have no say in how I can talk to you. You have no choice, because we have a deal here. Either you don't give us the coordinates to where there are villages once every three months or your little friends die." His anger died down as soon as he got the reaction he wanted from Biideru when he mentioned the death of her friends. "Now, Biideru-chan, tell me the coordinates. I don't want to hurt your pretty face again."

Yes, she was a disgrace, and she knew it. In exchange for her friend's lives, a thousand of others had to die. She knew it was selfish of her, but Torankusu and Son Gohan were the only hope for the planet yet. If they would start going longer in those gravity rooms and try to increase their strength maybe this would be over. But they would fail each time, coming home to many wounds from their fights. She was blackmailed and she had no other choice than this. Except death. But she wouldn't hurt Buruma like this. Buruma had said a while back she didn't know what to do if any of the three of them would be killed. She would keep her promise to Buruma and try not to get herself killed.

Her stubbornness, though, would come very close for her being killed. She wouldn't reveal anything without a fight. That would mean with holding the evidence until she was close to death. The Jinzou-jin's wouldn't kill her; she was the leak and only one that would do this. She would curse, mock, fight them until they would get angry enough to fight back. She brought this on herself to have her body beat up gruesomely, as pay back to what she had done. The reward of being the snitch, and a coward. Until she thought that her body couldn't take anymore she would take her last conscious breath to tell them what they want. Then she would wake up in the Capsule Corp. with a raving eight-teen year old boy telling her how incredibly stupid she is for escaping, and then when she was well enough to sit up he would apologize and stay by her side 'till she could stand again. She sighed, what a disgrace of a life I live in. They always thought different when they found her wounded. They knew how stubborn she was; they just didn't know what she was doing this once every three months for a reason. Thanks to her three Capsule Villages were destroyed.

"Well, your stalling just made it worst for you." Juunana sighed, and Biideru noticed that there was a hint of sadness in his voice, maybe remorse? She was just confused as she stared at him blankly as she knew the devil herself was headed towards them.

"You had your chance, Biideru-chan." He just looked at her with sympathy and gave a weak smile, and then averted his eyes in the sky.

Biideru helped herself to her feet, wiped the remaining blood from her lip and she got ready for her greatest enemy she had ever faced. Even though she knew she was going to be thrashed around, she got her body tense and calmed herself down. Her pride was too big to just stand there and take the beating. Soft shoes touched down behind her, chills ran up and down her back as she could feel that grimacing smirk behind her, and those cold, blue, piercing eyes similar to Juunana's, staring at her back.

"She still standing? I can see you saved her for me, didn't you brother?" Juunana nodded with his eyes closed as he stood a good distance away from them. "Well, it just makes even more fun for me."

Biideru turned towards her and flashed those dark eyes towards the machine with hatred, as the twin just chuckled. "After all these years, she still hasn't learned. At least she still has spirit; it would be terribly boring if she just stood there." She laughed again and flashed a prize-winning smile as she continued on talking.

"Your friends are getting tougher. For a moment I couldn't handle both of them, but the older one always seem to have something else on his mind and easily put out of the fight. Don't worry, my dear, both of them would be conscious in a few hours, which gives us lots of time for your stubbornness."

With surprised from both of the Jinzou-jins, Biideru crouched down in a fighting stance that she had learned from Torankusu, and gave an eerie smirk, which she had learned from Torankusu also.

"Eager one this time, my brother?" Juuhachi said with a similar smirk and proceeded to do the same as Biideru.

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Author's Notes: Ooooh. I left at a not so intriguing cliffhanger. Who would have thought that Biideru would be pairing up with the Android twins to make a deal, eh? Well that's just the half of it. Stay tuned for the next chapter when they actually fight, or when Juuhachi just thrashes Biideru until she speaks. Again, if there is anything confusing, any problems, typos or any such things e-mail me. My mind works in crazy ways and might go ahead of itself. So criticize the hell out of me! Review.

-Fear the Umbrella-

"To Deny sin, you deny yourself"

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