The Misadventures of Ky Kiske
A Guilty Gear Fan Fiction by: Invader-Zam4
Disclaimer: Ky Kiske and all related Guilty Gear trademarks are property of Sammy. Their respective artists own the songs in this story. Please don't sue me I don't have any money.
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Chapter 7: Klyde's Career
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ChillingZam castle.
All twelve of Zam's agents waited in great anxiety outside one of the castle's grandest rooms. With each second that drove by, one of them would beat another cold sweat. They were all greatly worried. Well, most of them anyway. MIR was dancing like an idiot.
For a few hours, the castle returned to its usual nature. Cold. Silent. Defeaning. Empty. With the exception of MIR running around the halls.
Finally Hibya limped out of the door. Her blue apron was stained with blood. Everyone crowded her with great anticipation.
"How is he?" frantically asked Ivy
"Will he be alright?" asked an equally worried Lobelia
"Do we still have a job?"
"YOSHITORA!"
"Just asking..."
"What does he need?"
"Beer?"
"Cigarettes?"
"I could go on a vice run..."
"Whip, your 16. You don't have your driver's license yet. I'll go."
"Helena, your license was revoked, remember? I could just fly out."
"Lenneth, that wont be necessary. Everyone, there is nothing to get worried about. His condition has stabilized and the convulsions have stopped. He just needs rest. So we are on our own until he wakes up."
"Why? What has happened to the young master?" asked Puss
Hibya paused.
"He's in a coma."
Everyone stepped back in aghast.
"I bandaged all of his arms. I patched up all of his wounds but I cant do anything to stop the pain. It just keeps searing and searing him. I'm amazed he lasted this long. And I... I found out what that red mist that constantly comes out of his body is."
"What is it then, my dear Hibya?" asked Raphael
Hibya started shaking.
"It's blood. Huge amounts of blood were being torn out of him. The molecules were forcibly ripped out of his body."
Everyone seemed speechless. The red mist that came out of his body occurred on a regular basis. Three times a day even. The tragic news of their master, boss, friend, comrade, ex-lover overwhelmed them. Finally, after an eternity, someone dared to break the silence.
"Come on everyone!"
Dared to speak a brave Mina.
"I don't think Zam would want us to be sad right now! We should do something productive!"
"Like what Mina?"
"WHO WANTS PANCAKES?!"
"Um, MIR, I don't think this is the best time to..."
"WAH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Okay fine! We aren't doing anything anyway."
"I guess we get the breakfast buffet after all."
"Very well. But all of you remember, we have to continue Zam's story. Paste his rambled thoughts into a logical storyline."
"Hai, Valkyrie-san"
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K-Lord: Something tells me something has gone terribly wrong.
Trademark: Really now, what made it obvious?
Intern: Well, how about the fact that Zam has ID us? I mean look! We have names attached to our dialogue!
Law Shark: I think he was being sarcastic.
Creator: In any case what do we do? He now knows of our presence!
Edits: What off it? Do you think he can do anything now? In his given state?
Trademark: Fear not. He can't do anything now. He holds true to his "creed."
K-Lord: Very well then. We shall continue our operation.
Intern: No way! This seems too good to be true!
Creator: You know, when something is too good to be true, it usually is. The time it will take Zam to finish his story is the same amount of time it will take us to amass the remainder of our forces and begin invading. Zam has not been amassing an army and his power is diminishing faster than we expected! No plan can go as smoothly as THIS!
Trademark: Maybe we have been overestimating the power of the authors.
Law Shark: It'll take a miracle to save Zam now! Don't worry about it!
Intern: By the way, AIKN is coming tonight right? Aren't we going to do something?
Edits: Ah yes. We can let such a glorious event be successful now can we?
K-Lord: Don't worry. I already sent a representative. It has all been taken care of.
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Chapter 7: Klyde's Career
Klyde went on to many more adventures. Unfortunately, due to the laziness of the author, or should we say his imagination, he won't bother writing them all. Here are the highlights:
The May crew ransacked a farm for pigs, cows and horses. Unfortunately, it was owned by Zappa. So the May crew was chased out by demon, shadow dogs, bloody swords, ghosts, until Rao finally came out. Needless to say, the FRB's taser bullets did squat on him. The crew had to milk the cows and throw them at Rao to cause him to malfunction.
"S-ko darling, why is Rao writhing in pain?"
"He's lacto intolerant, Zappa honey."
Klyde went down to the corpse-covered catacombs of Czechoslovakia. He was in search of the legendary "Golden Ribbon." A mysterious legendary ribbon. Made out of GOLD. After much shooting, he eventually found that he had competition. Sol wanted the GOLDEN RIBBON as well. It would be his birthday gift to Dizzy. A climactic battle ensued that left Sol...well lets just say...crushed under a 20-ton sea mammal.
"Get this sushi topping off a me!"
They also discovered the secret of mysterious fountain of bliss, back in the ruins chapter. The fountain whose waters said to make all your troubles go away. They got all 3 stones together and the fountain came out. It turned out to be...beer. The three girls got wasted immediately and Klyde had to beg Chipp for help, who was still calling the mini-FRB 'oh mystical floating talking thingy that will grant me much weed.'
"Hang tight little wasted dudettes. I'll, like, get the treasure for you, man."
They took an odd job for Millia Rage. They were hired to protect him from a stalker. When she said that she would give half of her earnings as an assassin, the crew questioned no further. When they found out it was Johnny, the crew was more than happy to 'dispose' of the stalker.
"Why girls? WWWWWHHHHHHYYYYY???" Cried a Johnny who was hit by the May Crew Ougi.
Indeed Ky had many more misadventures, which ultimately lead to his aim 2,000,000 world dollars. He suited up in his Holy Orders uniform and got ready to face the bane of his existence. Wendy Weber Misterjerk. He left May in charge of the ship during his absence.
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Ky strode down a familiar intimidating hallway. The fires that helped illuminate and warm the place frightened him no more. At the end of the hallway, there she was. The woman that took the love of his life away. The woman that forced him to go on more hair-brained misadventures that eroded his relationship with the Guilty Gear cast. The woman that forced him to lead a life of crime a few months more. The woman that kept calling him...
"HELLO AGAIN! PRETTY LITTLE FRENCH BOY!"
...that.
"So, you have returned pretty miniature French boy. What business do you have with me?"
"YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHY I AM HERE MISTERJERK!"
"Its Mishtierjerk, pretty minute French boy."
"I am here to pay the interest for my wife's debt. HERE!"
"Oh. That's so lovely, pretty petite French boy. Lets see. One...Two... Hmm? Looks a little short, much like yourself."
"What?! What are you talking about?! There is two million world dollars there!"
"True. True. But tell me, pretty French antonym of large boy, how many days has it been since I last insulted your diminutive size and pastry eating culture?"
"What are you talking about?!"
"You owe INTEREST on your INTEREST!"
Ky was in shock. There were only a few times when we see Ky in this paralyzing level of shock. One was when he found out about Wendy's last name. The other was when he saw that picture of him and Sol on the tabloids. Another one was when he looked at the sexy losers web comics. The last one was when he bought a "Happy Tree Friends" DVD for Jam for Valentines Day, thinking it would be a cute cartoon. Jam loved the present though. But Ky was still having nightmares of 'cold eyes tea.'
"Wha...what?! That's not fair!"
"Such is the nature of capitalism. I'm sorry pretty French jailbait boy, but even my patience has its limits. Grant!"
The hulking man appeared from the shadows.
"Yes, Mistress Mishtierjerk?"
"Take him away!"
Ky was furious.
"NOT THIS TIME!"
He jumped away from the trapped door.
"We ain't done Misterjerk!" Ky screamed as he pulled out the Thunder Seal Sword.
Grant stepped in front of the desk.
"You heard the lady."
He raised his hands. Then from under the floor where Ky was standing, Grant's seven swords flew upwards, gashing Ky in seven different areas.
"AAAAAHHH!"
Ky collapsed to the floor.
"Fare thee well, Pretty Chibi French boy. Look at it this way, you will be reunited with your wife."
With that, Misterjerk pushed another button and another trap door opened up and the bloody Ky fell to oblivion.
"Grant."
"Yes madame?"
"Push forward with the plan. The disappearance of that man could arouse suspicion. I cant have anymore delays."
"So be it."
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"Ow." Ky moaned as he slowly recovered his wounds...and his ego. He must have been knocked out, he felt like he had a hangover, similar to the one he got when he accepted Sol's challenge for a Budweiser drinking contest. That is one mistake he will rue for the rest of his life.
"Angels of heaven. She pulled another one on me." Ky said as he surveyed his surroundings. He was in a jail cell. No windows. Rock walls. Solitary steel door. Faint smell of sulfur. It looked like he was underground. He picked himself up. He needed to repay a favor. It was his turn to save Jam. His wife. His love. His savior. And he couldn't exactly do this while he is x-feet underground now could he?
"Let me out!" He screamed at the door. He banged on it with all his might. He knew it was futile. But rotting would only send him into despair once again. He knew he couldn't fall in another one. Because what he was despairing for was for more valuable and priceless than the Thunder Seal.
"In God's name! Let me out!"
"Grrr! Why cant he shut up?!" Cried a voice on the other side of the dark room.
"Cant he see that I'm trying to write a letter?! Let's see..." The person read the letter as it was written
"Darling. Please don't worry. I got myself into this situation and I will get myself out. If I don't come back in a year, please take over the restaurant. Signed..."
"Jam? Is that you?" Ky anxiously called out as the voice narrated.
"Argh! Why cant he shut the fuck up?!"
"JAM! IT IS YOU!"
"Huh?! KY!?" The Chinese cook stared in disbelief. A few months ago, she would cry herself to sleep at the thought that she would never stare into those deep emerald eyes of his. She would die in this place, she convinced herself. She would die longing for his embrace, but know that it would never come. But now, he was here. The one man whom she wanted more than anything else in the world. He was here. She dropped her parchment and her pen and ran to him. Crying out his name, she fell into his embrace. He was more that happy to accept her. As the two locked themselves into each other, a few tears fell down each one of their cheeks. Months. It had been months since that fateful day that Jam said, "Darling, I have to go out on an errand. Will you be alright by yourself for a few days?"
As the moment passed, reality bit them once more.
"Ky, what are you doing here? Oh god... You know don't you? About the Thunder Seal? And Misterjerk? Oh god Ky, I'm so sorry, I just..."
He silenced her with a kiss. This was another thing he had longed for. She trembled at first. Then she calmed down. She brought her face back up. He stared deep into those deep brown eyes. He recognized them. She would always sound so sure of her self. She always seemed independent and in charge. Brash, violent, angry, ditzy, these were adjectives that everyone had labeled around her. But her eyes would always say otherwise. Her eyes showed what she could not. She needed him. More than anything else. But she was scared. Scared that she might lose him.
"I know. Everything. And it doesn't matter. What matters is that we are together again."
Jam fell into the arms of the man he called her own.
"Oh...Ky. Its been so hard..."
Ky could see that. Her skin had felt rough. Her grip tightened. Bruises were all over her skin. She was being worked like a dog. He could hardly bare it.
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"And that's why I am here."
"Oh Ky. I'm sorry I brought this upon you..."
"Shhh. Its okay. Don't feel guilty Jam. This is my fault. I forced you to start the event that leads us here. Besides, I don't regret what happened."
"What? Why?"
"If you had never borrowed that money from that...that...JERK!"
"Misterjerk."
"Whatever! I would never have fallen for you."
Jam blushed. That was one thing he loved about Ky. True, he was undeniably handsome and had a lean, well-toned body that made her giggle every time she fantasized about it. But what made her fall in deeper love with him was his uncanny gift. His gift to say the right things at exactly the right time.
"Jam..."
"Huh? Yes?"
"That Misterjerk... She's planning something isn't she?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I've done a little background check on her. She keeps two mines underneath her building. One mine produces dark matter. But the other mine doesn't produce any type of natural resource. What makes it more suspicious is that majority of her workers, including the ones she seems to have shanghaied, is working at the other mine. She's planning something isn't she?"
Jam smiled. "Your instincts are right as always."
"So, what is she doing in the other mine?"
"Darling, have you ever heard of Project Judgment?"
"um...yeah. Refresh my memory."
"Before Frederick Mercury joined the 'Gear Project', it was a military program headed by The Man. At the time, magic had become a secret power source being harnessed by first worlds for military purposes."
"I can't say I'm surprised. Justice had enough firepower to take over the world."
"No Ky. Project Justice came after Frederick joined."
"Why are you making such a big deal when Sol joined The Man?"
"Because Frederick's joining of the project heralded the new aim of the 'Gear Project.' It WAS a project to create military weapons. After the establishment of a new, more powerful UN, it was reduced to finding a way to enhance people's magical capacity. Dr. Mercury joined only when it changed its goal."
"Wait a minute, I just want to clarify something. Project Justice was only created so that The Man could find a way to control the gears right?"
"No. The gear project was an abandoned cause. The Man miscalculated and that eventually lead to the gears becoming rampant killing monsters. Project Justice never involved the poor girl that they bio-technically merged with the armor. Project Justice only involved THE ARMOR!"
"What?!"
"Like I said, it was meant for magical enhancement. The Man didn't even know about that girl's telekinetic link with his creations. So Justice going amok, reviving the terminated gears was really a surprise to everyone."
"angels of heaven. So where does Project Judgment come into this?"
"This was The Man's project even BEFORE the gear project. When they were a weapon's facility. They wanted to create a super weapon so powerful that no country could challenge them. It would be their towering testament of their power."
Elsewhere...
Testament: "ACHOO!"
Back at the mines...
"The Man designed it. It was a monster. There was enough fire power in it to destroy most third-world countries. Except a certain South East Asian one. The smog clouds surrounding it was so thick that not even a proton canon the size of the Hubble Space Telescope could blow it up. Truly, if the project had succeeded, The Man would be ruling us with an iron fist right now."
"So what happened?"
"Though they eventually completed it, they eventually abandoned it. The Man miscalculated again. They couldn't find a dark matter big enough to be the central power core. They made it too big."
"Wow. The Man isn't as omnipotent and all-knowing as we thought."
"Apparently. Why do you think he added Sol in?"
"So how does this fit into the picture?"
"Misterjerk FOUND Judgment! It was in the other mine! As for the other one..."
"She used it to find a big enough dark matter... Jam, did you find it?"
"Yeah. Dug it myself" she said scratching her head. Ky couldn't help but noticed the calluses on his beloved wife's hands."
"It's huge! Bigger than anything I have ever seen! I'm sure she will activate it anytime soon."
"Then we had better hurry!"
"What are you talking about Ky? Were trapped here. There are magic wards all over the place! I can't use my ki-techniques and I am sure you have noticed your sword is out of batteries."
Indeed it was. It looked like Robo-Kys. But Ky climbed up to Jam and gave her a small kiss.
"Just leave it to me."
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May Ship
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"Incoming transmition!"
The screen popped out. All they saw was static.
"May Ship! Come in May Ship! This is Klyde!"
"Aah!"
"On no!"
"Hurry! We have to clean up! The place is a mess!"
"Don't worry. He can't see us!"
"I may not be able to see, but I can HEAR everything perfectly! Listen! I've gotten into some trouble. Its time to initiate plan number Rev 14,16- 17. You have to hurry. Every second wasted is fatal! We have to stop Ms. Misterjerk! The fate of the world is dependent on it!"
"Transmition ends..."
"Rev 14, 16-17? What plan is that?!"
"I don't know, I've gotten all the plans mixed up ever since he changed the plan numbers to bible verses."
"Rev 14, 16-17. That's the one where one of us pilots the FRB and rescues Klyde. We also have to bring something else."
"So who pilots it? August?"
"I invented that thing, I cant pilot it! I don't have any combat experience!"
"Jan?"
"I can only pilot something that has thrusters or wheels! Not something with legs!"
"So who will do it?"
As the girls huddled together to find a solution to this dilemma, a shadow came over them.
"I WILL DO IT!"
May was on top of the elevated platform.
"Yay!"
"Good going May!"
"I'm impressed!"
"You all shouldn't be. I AM the first mate. It is my duty to lead in case the captain cant." May said with a certain amount of pride.
"All right!" she barked. "The mission is to save Ky! August! Arm the FRB!"
"Aye aye cap'tn!"
"Anyone who isn't afraid to feel the heat of combat, come with me! The rest, stay here to support us! LETS HUSTLE PEOPLE!"
Everyone rushed off to their stations or to get ready. The final battles of The Misadventures of Ky Kiske was about to begin...
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ChillingZam Castle
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As everyone enjoyed MIR's waffles, they failed to notice the dark swarm looming in the horizon.
While Zam laid in his bed, his eyes wide open, two words raced through his mind, whatever wasn't taken by the coma.
Kanon Society...
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Chapter Seven, Part One, Ends...
Disclaimer: Ky Kiske and all related Guilty Gear trademarks are property of Sammy. Their respective artists own the songs in this story. Please don't sue me I don't have any money.
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Chapter 7: Klyde's Career
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ChillingZam castle.
All twelve of Zam's agents waited in great anxiety outside one of the castle's grandest rooms. With each second that drove by, one of them would beat another cold sweat. They were all greatly worried. Well, most of them anyway. MIR was dancing like an idiot.
For a few hours, the castle returned to its usual nature. Cold. Silent. Defeaning. Empty. With the exception of MIR running around the halls.
Finally Hibya limped out of the door. Her blue apron was stained with blood. Everyone crowded her with great anticipation.
"How is he?" frantically asked Ivy
"Will he be alright?" asked an equally worried Lobelia
"Do we still have a job?"
"YOSHITORA!"
"Just asking..."
"What does he need?"
"Beer?"
"Cigarettes?"
"I could go on a vice run..."
"Whip, your 16. You don't have your driver's license yet. I'll go."
"Helena, your license was revoked, remember? I could just fly out."
"Lenneth, that wont be necessary. Everyone, there is nothing to get worried about. His condition has stabilized and the convulsions have stopped. He just needs rest. So we are on our own until he wakes up."
"Why? What has happened to the young master?" asked Puss
Hibya paused.
"He's in a coma."
Everyone stepped back in aghast.
"I bandaged all of his arms. I patched up all of his wounds but I cant do anything to stop the pain. It just keeps searing and searing him. I'm amazed he lasted this long. And I... I found out what that red mist that constantly comes out of his body is."
"What is it then, my dear Hibya?" asked Raphael
Hibya started shaking.
"It's blood. Huge amounts of blood were being torn out of him. The molecules were forcibly ripped out of his body."
Everyone seemed speechless. The red mist that came out of his body occurred on a regular basis. Three times a day even. The tragic news of their master, boss, friend, comrade, ex-lover overwhelmed them. Finally, after an eternity, someone dared to break the silence.
"Come on everyone!"
Dared to speak a brave Mina.
"I don't think Zam would want us to be sad right now! We should do something productive!"
"Like what Mina?"
"WHO WANTS PANCAKES?!"
"Um, MIR, I don't think this is the best time to..."
"WAH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Okay fine! We aren't doing anything anyway."
"I guess we get the breakfast buffet after all."
"Very well. But all of you remember, we have to continue Zam's story. Paste his rambled thoughts into a logical storyline."
"Hai, Valkyrie-san"
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K-Lord: Something tells me something has gone terribly wrong.
Trademark: Really now, what made it obvious?
Intern: Well, how about the fact that Zam has ID us? I mean look! We have names attached to our dialogue!
Law Shark: I think he was being sarcastic.
Creator: In any case what do we do? He now knows of our presence!
Edits: What off it? Do you think he can do anything now? In his given state?
Trademark: Fear not. He can't do anything now. He holds true to his "creed."
K-Lord: Very well then. We shall continue our operation.
Intern: No way! This seems too good to be true!
Creator: You know, when something is too good to be true, it usually is. The time it will take Zam to finish his story is the same amount of time it will take us to amass the remainder of our forces and begin invading. Zam has not been amassing an army and his power is diminishing faster than we expected! No plan can go as smoothly as THIS!
Trademark: Maybe we have been overestimating the power of the authors.
Law Shark: It'll take a miracle to save Zam now! Don't worry about it!
Intern: By the way, AIKN is coming tonight right? Aren't we going to do something?
Edits: Ah yes. We can let such a glorious event be successful now can we?
K-Lord: Don't worry. I already sent a representative. It has all been taken care of.
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Chapter 7: Klyde's Career
Klyde went on to many more adventures. Unfortunately, due to the laziness of the author, or should we say his imagination, he won't bother writing them all. Here are the highlights:
The May crew ransacked a farm for pigs, cows and horses. Unfortunately, it was owned by Zappa. So the May crew was chased out by demon, shadow dogs, bloody swords, ghosts, until Rao finally came out. Needless to say, the FRB's taser bullets did squat on him. The crew had to milk the cows and throw them at Rao to cause him to malfunction.
"S-ko darling, why is Rao writhing in pain?"
"He's lacto intolerant, Zappa honey."
Klyde went down to the corpse-covered catacombs of Czechoslovakia. He was in search of the legendary "Golden Ribbon." A mysterious legendary ribbon. Made out of GOLD. After much shooting, he eventually found that he had competition. Sol wanted the GOLDEN RIBBON as well. It would be his birthday gift to Dizzy. A climactic battle ensued that left Sol...well lets just say...crushed under a 20-ton sea mammal.
"Get this sushi topping off a me!"
They also discovered the secret of mysterious fountain of bliss, back in the ruins chapter. The fountain whose waters said to make all your troubles go away. They got all 3 stones together and the fountain came out. It turned out to be...beer. The three girls got wasted immediately and Klyde had to beg Chipp for help, who was still calling the mini-FRB 'oh mystical floating talking thingy that will grant me much weed.'
"Hang tight little wasted dudettes. I'll, like, get the treasure for you, man."
They took an odd job for Millia Rage. They were hired to protect him from a stalker. When she said that she would give half of her earnings as an assassin, the crew questioned no further. When they found out it was Johnny, the crew was more than happy to 'dispose' of the stalker.
"Why girls? WWWWWHHHHHHYYYYY???" Cried a Johnny who was hit by the May Crew Ougi.
Indeed Ky had many more misadventures, which ultimately lead to his aim 2,000,000 world dollars. He suited up in his Holy Orders uniform and got ready to face the bane of his existence. Wendy Weber Misterjerk. He left May in charge of the ship during his absence.
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Ky strode down a familiar intimidating hallway. The fires that helped illuminate and warm the place frightened him no more. At the end of the hallway, there she was. The woman that took the love of his life away. The woman that forced him to go on more hair-brained misadventures that eroded his relationship with the Guilty Gear cast. The woman that forced him to lead a life of crime a few months more. The woman that kept calling him...
"HELLO AGAIN! PRETTY LITTLE FRENCH BOY!"
...that.
"So, you have returned pretty miniature French boy. What business do you have with me?"
"YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHY I AM HERE MISTERJERK!"
"Its Mishtierjerk, pretty minute French boy."
"I am here to pay the interest for my wife's debt. HERE!"
"Oh. That's so lovely, pretty petite French boy. Lets see. One...Two... Hmm? Looks a little short, much like yourself."
"What?! What are you talking about?! There is two million world dollars there!"
"True. True. But tell me, pretty French antonym of large boy, how many days has it been since I last insulted your diminutive size and pastry eating culture?"
"What are you talking about?!"
"You owe INTEREST on your INTEREST!"
Ky was in shock. There were only a few times when we see Ky in this paralyzing level of shock. One was when he found out about Wendy's last name. The other was when he saw that picture of him and Sol on the tabloids. Another one was when he looked at the sexy losers web comics. The last one was when he bought a "Happy Tree Friends" DVD for Jam for Valentines Day, thinking it would be a cute cartoon. Jam loved the present though. But Ky was still having nightmares of 'cold eyes tea.'
"Wha...what?! That's not fair!"
"Such is the nature of capitalism. I'm sorry pretty French jailbait boy, but even my patience has its limits. Grant!"
The hulking man appeared from the shadows.
"Yes, Mistress Mishtierjerk?"
"Take him away!"
Ky was furious.
"NOT THIS TIME!"
He jumped away from the trapped door.
"We ain't done Misterjerk!" Ky screamed as he pulled out the Thunder Seal Sword.
Grant stepped in front of the desk.
"You heard the lady."
He raised his hands. Then from under the floor where Ky was standing, Grant's seven swords flew upwards, gashing Ky in seven different areas.
"AAAAAHHH!"
Ky collapsed to the floor.
"Fare thee well, Pretty Chibi French boy. Look at it this way, you will be reunited with your wife."
With that, Misterjerk pushed another button and another trap door opened up and the bloody Ky fell to oblivion.
"Grant."
"Yes madame?"
"Push forward with the plan. The disappearance of that man could arouse suspicion. I cant have anymore delays."
"So be it."
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"Ow." Ky moaned as he slowly recovered his wounds...and his ego. He must have been knocked out, he felt like he had a hangover, similar to the one he got when he accepted Sol's challenge for a Budweiser drinking contest. That is one mistake he will rue for the rest of his life.
"Angels of heaven. She pulled another one on me." Ky said as he surveyed his surroundings. He was in a jail cell. No windows. Rock walls. Solitary steel door. Faint smell of sulfur. It looked like he was underground. He picked himself up. He needed to repay a favor. It was his turn to save Jam. His wife. His love. His savior. And he couldn't exactly do this while he is x-feet underground now could he?
"Let me out!" He screamed at the door. He banged on it with all his might. He knew it was futile. But rotting would only send him into despair once again. He knew he couldn't fall in another one. Because what he was despairing for was for more valuable and priceless than the Thunder Seal.
"In God's name! Let me out!"
"Grrr! Why cant he shut up?!" Cried a voice on the other side of the dark room.
"Cant he see that I'm trying to write a letter?! Let's see..." The person read the letter as it was written
"Darling. Please don't worry. I got myself into this situation and I will get myself out. If I don't come back in a year, please take over the restaurant. Signed..."
"Jam? Is that you?" Ky anxiously called out as the voice narrated.
"Argh! Why cant he shut the fuck up?!"
"JAM! IT IS YOU!"
"Huh?! KY!?" The Chinese cook stared in disbelief. A few months ago, she would cry herself to sleep at the thought that she would never stare into those deep emerald eyes of his. She would die in this place, she convinced herself. She would die longing for his embrace, but know that it would never come. But now, he was here. The one man whom she wanted more than anything else in the world. He was here. She dropped her parchment and her pen and ran to him. Crying out his name, she fell into his embrace. He was more that happy to accept her. As the two locked themselves into each other, a few tears fell down each one of their cheeks. Months. It had been months since that fateful day that Jam said, "Darling, I have to go out on an errand. Will you be alright by yourself for a few days?"
As the moment passed, reality bit them once more.
"Ky, what are you doing here? Oh god... You know don't you? About the Thunder Seal? And Misterjerk? Oh god Ky, I'm so sorry, I just..."
He silenced her with a kiss. This was another thing he had longed for. She trembled at first. Then she calmed down. She brought her face back up. He stared deep into those deep brown eyes. He recognized them. She would always sound so sure of her self. She always seemed independent and in charge. Brash, violent, angry, ditzy, these were adjectives that everyone had labeled around her. But her eyes would always say otherwise. Her eyes showed what she could not. She needed him. More than anything else. But she was scared. Scared that she might lose him.
"I know. Everything. And it doesn't matter. What matters is that we are together again."
Jam fell into the arms of the man he called her own.
"Oh...Ky. Its been so hard..."
Ky could see that. Her skin had felt rough. Her grip tightened. Bruises were all over her skin. She was being worked like a dog. He could hardly bare it.
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"And that's why I am here."
"Oh Ky. I'm sorry I brought this upon you..."
"Shhh. Its okay. Don't feel guilty Jam. This is my fault. I forced you to start the event that leads us here. Besides, I don't regret what happened."
"What? Why?"
"If you had never borrowed that money from that...that...JERK!"
"Misterjerk."
"Whatever! I would never have fallen for you."
Jam blushed. That was one thing he loved about Ky. True, he was undeniably handsome and had a lean, well-toned body that made her giggle every time she fantasized about it. But what made her fall in deeper love with him was his uncanny gift. His gift to say the right things at exactly the right time.
"Jam..."
"Huh? Yes?"
"That Misterjerk... She's planning something isn't she?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I've done a little background check on her. She keeps two mines underneath her building. One mine produces dark matter. But the other mine doesn't produce any type of natural resource. What makes it more suspicious is that majority of her workers, including the ones she seems to have shanghaied, is working at the other mine. She's planning something isn't she?"
Jam smiled. "Your instincts are right as always."
"So, what is she doing in the other mine?"
"Darling, have you ever heard of Project Judgment?"
"um...yeah. Refresh my memory."
"Before Frederick Mercury joined the 'Gear Project', it was a military program headed by The Man. At the time, magic had become a secret power source being harnessed by first worlds for military purposes."
"I can't say I'm surprised. Justice had enough firepower to take over the world."
"No Ky. Project Justice came after Frederick joined."
"Why are you making such a big deal when Sol joined The Man?"
"Because Frederick's joining of the project heralded the new aim of the 'Gear Project.' It WAS a project to create military weapons. After the establishment of a new, more powerful UN, it was reduced to finding a way to enhance people's magical capacity. Dr. Mercury joined only when it changed its goal."
"Wait a minute, I just want to clarify something. Project Justice was only created so that The Man could find a way to control the gears right?"
"No. The gear project was an abandoned cause. The Man miscalculated and that eventually lead to the gears becoming rampant killing monsters. Project Justice never involved the poor girl that they bio-technically merged with the armor. Project Justice only involved THE ARMOR!"
"What?!"
"Like I said, it was meant for magical enhancement. The Man didn't even know about that girl's telekinetic link with his creations. So Justice going amok, reviving the terminated gears was really a surprise to everyone."
"angels of heaven. So where does Project Judgment come into this?"
"This was The Man's project even BEFORE the gear project. When they were a weapon's facility. They wanted to create a super weapon so powerful that no country could challenge them. It would be their towering testament of their power."
Elsewhere...
Testament: "ACHOO!"
Back at the mines...
"The Man designed it. It was a monster. There was enough fire power in it to destroy most third-world countries. Except a certain South East Asian one. The smog clouds surrounding it was so thick that not even a proton canon the size of the Hubble Space Telescope could blow it up. Truly, if the project had succeeded, The Man would be ruling us with an iron fist right now."
"So what happened?"
"Though they eventually completed it, they eventually abandoned it. The Man miscalculated again. They couldn't find a dark matter big enough to be the central power core. They made it too big."
"Wow. The Man isn't as omnipotent and all-knowing as we thought."
"Apparently. Why do you think he added Sol in?"
"So how does this fit into the picture?"
"Misterjerk FOUND Judgment! It was in the other mine! As for the other one..."
"She used it to find a big enough dark matter... Jam, did you find it?"
"Yeah. Dug it myself" she said scratching her head. Ky couldn't help but noticed the calluses on his beloved wife's hands."
"It's huge! Bigger than anything I have ever seen! I'm sure she will activate it anytime soon."
"Then we had better hurry!"
"What are you talking about Ky? Were trapped here. There are magic wards all over the place! I can't use my ki-techniques and I am sure you have noticed your sword is out of batteries."
Indeed it was. It looked like Robo-Kys. But Ky climbed up to Jam and gave her a small kiss.
"Just leave it to me."
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May Ship
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"Incoming transmition!"
The screen popped out. All they saw was static.
"May Ship! Come in May Ship! This is Klyde!"
"Aah!"
"On no!"
"Hurry! We have to clean up! The place is a mess!"
"Don't worry. He can't see us!"
"I may not be able to see, but I can HEAR everything perfectly! Listen! I've gotten into some trouble. Its time to initiate plan number Rev 14,16- 17. You have to hurry. Every second wasted is fatal! We have to stop Ms. Misterjerk! The fate of the world is dependent on it!"
"Transmition ends..."
"Rev 14, 16-17? What plan is that?!"
"I don't know, I've gotten all the plans mixed up ever since he changed the plan numbers to bible verses."
"Rev 14, 16-17. That's the one where one of us pilots the FRB and rescues Klyde. We also have to bring something else."
"So who pilots it? August?"
"I invented that thing, I cant pilot it! I don't have any combat experience!"
"Jan?"
"I can only pilot something that has thrusters or wheels! Not something with legs!"
"So who will do it?"
As the girls huddled together to find a solution to this dilemma, a shadow came over them.
"I WILL DO IT!"
May was on top of the elevated platform.
"Yay!"
"Good going May!"
"I'm impressed!"
"You all shouldn't be. I AM the first mate. It is my duty to lead in case the captain cant." May said with a certain amount of pride.
"All right!" she barked. "The mission is to save Ky! August! Arm the FRB!"
"Aye aye cap'tn!"
"Anyone who isn't afraid to feel the heat of combat, come with me! The rest, stay here to support us! LETS HUSTLE PEOPLE!"
Everyone rushed off to their stations or to get ready. The final battles of The Misadventures of Ky Kiske was about to begin...
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ChillingZam Castle
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As everyone enjoyed MIR's waffles, they failed to notice the dark swarm looming in the horizon.
While Zam laid in his bed, his eyes wide open, two words raced through his mind, whatever wasn't taken by the coma.
Kanon Society...
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Chapter Seven, Part One, Ends...