Standard Disclaimer: I don't own FMP; I don't want anything for this fic, just a couple of happy readers.
Writer's Rave: Well, I thought I would take a break of my current fic, and spend some time writing a FMP fic (my first!), cause there really aren't enough of them. I would like to take this opportunity to salute dave-d whose fanfics are an inspiration and a joy to read. Read them NOW! –Points gun at reader- or feel my wrath! –Gun disappears- I should say in advance that this fic will have the characters fairly out of character, but all in the interest of fun, so hardcore fans may be a little disappointed. This is set one year after the Gauron incident...
Mission 1: Be Normal!Kaname Chidori sighed as an explosion rumbled through the building, rattling windows and causing a few students to look up from their work; most had adjusted to Sousuke by now. Only the new students had trouble adjusting to the otaku. Sighing again, Kanako rose and left class, her duty as class president and vice president of the student council forced her to check the damages. She wandered down stairs and idly wondered what Sousuke had destroyed this time and for what reason. Kaname knew that she was being harsh on Sousuke; he had really improved in the time after the Gauron incident, and was almost considered 'normal' by some. He had bought a new apartment, bought furniture, a hi-fi system, CDs and even a gaming console and TV with the money he had saved over the years. He had developed interest in motorbikes and could even talk without the military jargon nowadays. The biggest change was his eyes and facial expressions. He now smiled more often, and even laughed on the odd occasion. He had started to relax. 'But he still blew up stuff for no real reason!' Kaname thought hotly, 'Probably just to keep up his image! Wow! That was weird; I just thought that Sousuke had an image that he conformed to, besides Moody military otaku! I have to stop doing that!' Kaname didn't admit to anyone, but she had to say that Sousuke was only getting more handsome and likable every day. He had even been on a date or two! And not with Kaname! 'That hurts, you big stupid otaku! If you'd ask, I'd love to go out with you!' Kaname thought as she almost reached the site of the carnage. She had caught herself fantasising about Sousuke, and that disturbed Kaname.
"Yo, Sousuke! What did you blow up this time?" Kaname asked, getting her halisen ready and warming up with a few practise swings.
"Ah, Miss Chidori!" Sagara said, looking up from the wreckage of a car, he still called her that; despite he was no longer on a mission to protect her. "I have dealt with the threat and have just started cleaning up," he said proudly.
Kaname reigned in her anger. "How was this van a threat?" she asked, deceptively calm. Sagara, who knew Kaname took a precautionary step backwards before answering.
"The driver was asleep at the wheel and was about to run over some of our fellow students, so I blew it up with a grenade launcher," he reported, almost standing to attention.
Kaname looked at the wreckage of the car and then caught sight of some students, huddling together. "Hey, is what he said true?" The girls nodded hesitantly. "Good Sousuke!" Kaname said brightly before whacking him with her halisen although it was not as hard as usual.
"What was that for?" Sagara demanded, fire in his eyes.
Kaname was caught off guard by the look in his eyes it troubled her. She shrugged it off before answering flippantly, "You shouldn't use grenades at school, despite the situation!" before returning to class. Sagara sighed before returning to the cleaning.
Sagara spent his time after school in detention as usual, accompanied by the usual assortment of delinquents and punks that had to spend time in detention. He didn't understand Chidori. He knew that he was a lot better now compared to his previous stint and actions at this school, Sagara was even proud that he had begun to listen to and enjoy music. He was almost a normal high school student. Although normal high school students weren't Sergeants in a secret Para-military organisation and carried around weapons wherever they went. Nor did they sleep uncomfortably without their favourite pistol under their pillow, but besides these differences, Sagara had to admit that he was about as normal as he would ever get. 'So why was Chidori still so upset whenever I blow up things, especially today. I had had no other choice! What was I supposed to do? Let them get run over?' Sagara thought, anger slowly rising within him. 'Ah well, I guess I'll just blow off some steam with the guys after detention!' The decision made Sagara determined to finish his detention duties. Sagara had managed to make some friends outside of school, who, like Sagara, enjoyed motorbikes and the odd fight. Sagara wouldn't consider himself part of the gang, that wouldn't be fitting behaviour for a Mithril operative, but he enjoyed tagging along. Taking a strange sort of satisfaction as they broke laws, he had spent his entire life fighting for justice so he figured he was owed a fairly large debt by the rest of the world even if they didn't realize it.
Kaname walked home in a bad mood. Normally Sagara walked with her, but not tonight. She had waited until after his detention had finished and even apologised for hitting him with her halisen. But the jerk had blown her off, saying something about having a meeting he had to go to. He apologised; polite as ever, and offered to come over tomorrow.
"Huh, big jerk! Hope he crashes off his motorbike or gets in a fight with some gangies! That'd serve him right!" Kaname paused thinking about what she had just said. "Really," she said, hanging her head, "who's the jerk? I can't even bring myself to ask him out, or even tell him I kinda like him..." Kaname continued home, dejected.
"Wait a minute," Kaname told herself, her devious side kicking in, "He said he'd make it up to me...hehe, this might just be my chance..." Kaname walked home, no longer dejected and her mind busy with plots and schemes concerning a young sergeant of Mithril.
In the middle of Tokyo Sagara sneezed for no apparent reason.
"Hey, you all right?" one of his friends asked.
"It's not a problem." Sagara answered automatically, before continuing, "Someone was probably just thinking about me or something," for some strange reason an image of Kaname popped into Sagara's head. He shook his head, 'I'll make it up to her tomorrow, I owe her that much. I wish I could explain the confusion I feel whenever she's around though...maybe I should ask someone?' Names immediately popped into his head. The guys around him wouldn't help that much; he enjoyed their company and their simple view of things but he wouldn't want to try open his heart to them. For the same reason any of his friends at school were also out, along with the added danger that one of them may go and tell Chidori and that would be a death sentence by Halisen. Melissa and Kurtz immediately appealed to Sagara, although he quickly struck Kurtz from the list and added Kalinin instead. Tessa was also out for obvious reasons; Sagara would be the first to admit that he was a little dense, especially around females, but he had gathered that the two of them were in some sort of competition over someone, and all evidence (and Kurtz's snide remarks) had pointed towards Sousuke as the reward to the victor. Sagara really needed to get his act together one of these days...
Sagara's train of thought was cut off by the arrival of a rival gang, who were jealous of Sagara's gang's meeting place, and had decided to try and take it away by force. They had tried unsuccessfully three times largely due to Sagara's shotgun and rubber bullets.
"We, the Shinjuko Smashers challenge the 40 Riders of Apocalypse for their meeting ground! I, as leader, challenge the Angel of Destruction to an honourable fight!" a big man bellowed out. From his time amongst the motorbike gangs in Tokyo and Shinjuko, Sagara had quickly earned the nickname 'Angel of Destruction' for obvious reasons. Sagara stepped forward cueing a song on his MP3 player; Danzig's 'Am I Demon' was the perfect song for this occasion.
"I am the Daemon of Destruction, Sagara Sousuke! Do you have any last requests? List them quickly cause you won't get a chance after we start!" Sagara snarled. His speech was met with cheers from the '40 Riders of Apocalypse'. Sagara ignored as his opposite sprouted some rubbish and took up a fighting stance.
"This is the perfect opportunity for me to work off some of the anger I've managed to store up for a while, so don't disappoint me!" Sagara taunted his enemy. He normally didn't waste time with gesture's as useless as taunting, but it felt good.
"I'm gonna smash you so good, that they'll be picking your body up from the other side of the world!" his opponent replied.
"Said your prayers? Finished pissing in fright? Finished cowering in the corner like a frightened child? Then let's get it on!" Sagara finished, throwing a punch towards his opponent, deciding to not use weapons unless things got desperate. His opponent blocked Sagara's punch and launched his own clumsy attack, which Sagara easily dodged; spinning inside his opponent's guard he smashed his elbow into the stomach of his opponent. His opponent grunted in surprise and tried to crush Sagara in bear hug. Sagara ducked under his opponent's arms, before spinning and kicking his opponent savagely in the knee. His opponent grunted and fell to the floor, before Sagara kicked his opponent in the groin. Hard. The man's eyes crossed and he fell unconscious. The fight had been over in seconds. Sagara pulled out a combat shotgun from nowhere, pulling the slide, he readied a shell.
"So, anyone else?" Sagara asked simply, then smiled as the other gang fled as fast as possible, the jeers of his friends ringing in their ears. The fight had not gone unnoticed however, several police where converging on their position; Sagara led the breakthrough. Hoping over a police car, he led his friends through the narrow alleys where the police couldn't follow.
The next day Sagara's actions were all over the news, although his name didn't appear anywhere. Everyone was talking about how out of control the gangs were getting, and some politicians were even talking of trying to clean Shinjuko up. Fat chance was the reply from the police, who wouldn't even try to get near Shinjuko without riot gear and lots of friends. The day was pretty normal besides the uproar. In the Japanese history test Sagara managed to get second highest marks, much to Chidori's annoyance. After school the two walked home as normal.
"Hey, Sousuke?" Kaname asked tentatively.
"Is something wrong, Chidori?" Sagara asked immediately, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Of course nothings wrong! Baka!" Kaname snapped, then calmed down. "I was wondering about what you said the other day."
"What did I say the other day?" Sagara said, guessing the direction that this conversation was going, but unwilling to break the ice.
"About making it up to me. Were you serious?"
"I'm almost always serious Chidori, you should know that."
"In that case, how about taking me out to dinner?" Kaname asked, blushing slightly.
"It's not a problem," Sagara replied, Kaname face vaulted.
"It's supposed to be for fun you idiot!" Halisen whistling. However before it could reach it's mark Sagara replied.
"You mean like a date?" The halisen stopped inches from his head.
"Is that an offer? Thank you, Sousuke!" Kaname said, stepping closer to Sagara, who began sweating uncomfortably.
"Is Friday night okay then, Chidori?"
"That would be perfect!" Kaname said excitedly. Would she have something to tell Kyouko on the phone tonight!
Well, there is the first chapter. Comment and reviews please. I probably won't update regularly for this fic cause it's kinda a side project...Anyway. Ja ne!