Redemption

by daemon angelus

Chapter 3: Understanding

dae: haha chap 3 is FINALLY underway ! erm.. yar i owe this to mouse and my friend, who's been complaining none stop. eep.

disclaimer: it'll be the thirteenth month of the year when i finally own ggx or dnangel.


The heavens raged on in their attempt to cover everything in a watery limbo, the darkness broken only by the occasional flash of lightning. The Gear's chiseled features were illuminated in the bright electricity, a demonic look matching his steel sapphire eyes. Fuenken glowed a fierce crimson, responding to its owner's hatred and anger. Sol Badguy was on a warpath, and anyone who stood in his way would be burnt to hell.

Damn it all...

Hell would have cowered under the venomous look the prototype Gear possessed, the flames of his Fireseal waiting impatiently to be released. The 'Rock You' headband attempted to shadow his eyes, covering the transformation. They were turning a menacing gold.

As the bounty hunter approached his motorcycle, crimson boots kicked up gravel and rain, the sound similar to that of crushing bones. Ebony gloves reached out to grasp the handle of the vehicle, but froze when his brain recognised another presence behind him. Annoyed, he sneered.

"Can't you see I'm busy ninja-boy?"

Blood red eyes held ferocious gold, the ninja's gaze unwavering. Slowly, Chipp shook his head as he placed a palm on Sol's shoulder. The Gear narrowed his golden eyes at the gesture, contemplating about giving the punk a taste of his Bandit Revolver. But still Chipp did not draw back.

"Whatcha wanna prove punk?"

Ash grey hair whipped round as Chipp started back towards Sol's apartment, stopping a distance away from the bounty hunter. Tilting his head back, blood red orbs met silent golden, the former narrowing in response.

"You can't even save a kitten if rage takes over you."

Cerulean lightning seperated the two men, the words hitting Sol hard. For the first time, he recognised Chipp for his abilities. Maybe not as a fighter - he was still the best - but as a man who had recovered from a fate worse than hell. Unknowingly, golden eyes lost their tone, the red headband now shadowing cool cobalt. Sol Badguy was back in control. Spitting a golb of saliva into the already soaked ground, Sol followed Chipp back to his apartment, ready to hear what amazing plan his dear friend Anji had concocted.


Time passed sluggishly in the stark cell. She didn't know how long she had been knocked out. She only knew that her whole body ached from her last battle with the handsome Frenchman. Groaning painfully, dull sapphire eyes fluttered open, her hand instinctively shielding them from the sudden burst of white light. The Gear attempted to sit up, her back leaning against the cold steel wall of the holding cell. Strands of golden blonde hair lay limp on the floor around her, dead. She felt numb, not wanting to feel anything. Grief, hatred, anger - she left them till later, when she felt ready to experience emotions again. Right now, she couldn't sense a thing.

Dead... yet I'm still breathing...

A bitter laugh escaped her throat, azure orbs taking in her surroundings more. The knights had placed her in a holding cell of some sort, icy metallic walls glaring back at her. A single window made out of thick glass connected her to the world outside. It wasn't much anyway. The corridor that led away from her cell was shrouded in darkness, barely any light from her cell able to break through the abyss.

Prisoner in this horrid place... why couldn't they have just killed me? It wouldn't make much of a difference anyway...

A dull sound interrupted her thoughts. Tilting her head back towards the window, sapphire eyes widened as they met teal.

The knight?

He knocked on the glass panel again, his other hand pointing towards his left. She followed his outstretched finger, and saw the faint outline of a sliding door. It was the same metallic colour as the rest of the cell, little wonder why she didn't notice it before. Summoning whatever strength she had left, Millia nodded at the French, allowing him to enter the cell. Briefly, the Russian shut her tired sapphire eyes. They hurt from the shine of the metallic walls and the lack of moisture.

"Are you all right?"

Her eyelids cracked open to reveal the knight crouching in front of her, not near enough to alarm her, but still close enough to be considered friendly. Somehow, his gentle and concerned voice gave her new strength, her weariness vanishing as she gazed at his handsome features. Never once in her life was she showed concern, never once did someone care for her. He did, but it usually came out rough and enigmatic. Sometimes she wondered if he really cared for her at all.

If you do, then where are you now?

Lost in her own thoughts, Millia blinked back into reality when she felt something warm on her forehead. Puzzled, she glanced up, and saw his hand placed there. If it had been anyone else, the person would have been slashed with hair by now. A slight tinge of roseate clung to her cheeks as the crusader's hand remained there, the Gear still a little unfamiliar to a human's touch.

"What are - "

The blonde smiled as he quickly withdrew his hand. "No fever, that's good."

A small smile tugged at her lips, content that there was someone here that wasn't an asshole. Muttering a thank you, her gaze wandered around the cell, willing to look anywhere other than those mesmerising beryl orbs. Warmth spread through her numb body, the shade of pink still lingering on her cheeks. Other than Sol, this knight was the only other person she took an instant liking to.

But he's a human...

So what?

Human's hate Gears... remember...

No... shut up...

The pain returned. Torturous memories ripped through her heart, her face contracting into a look of horror and agony. Hot tears burned at her eyes, threatening to fall. Voices haunted her, voices that hated her.

"Millia?"

Teary sapphire snapped open in shock. Tentatively, the Gear faced the knight, her features pale from the memories that haunted her. Dark memories of people who resented her, just because she was a Gear. They created her, made her who she was, and yet they rejected her, treating her like dirt. Unable to hold back, Millia let out a choked sob, crystalline tears flowing down her face. Torn, her heart begged for comfort as she rested her forehead on his shoulder.

Just let me borrow your warmth for a while... just this once...

Though surprised, Ky glanced down at her petite frame, her shoulders quivering from her crying. He felt it, her sadness, her pain, the emptiness in her heart. He knew what it was like, to have nothing to live for anymore. He had been there before.

Hesitantly, slender arms wrapped around the fragile Gear in a soft embrace, hoping to provide her with the comfort she needed. But there was something nagging at him, a feeling that he was being watched.

Ky Kiske never realised Millia's cell had a security camera that provided live feed back to Dark's office.


well chappie 3's done. think this chap aint as great as the other two. think i'm starting to lose it. argh ! anyways, let me try and slightly explain what's going on in here.

- sol wants to (recklessly) attack the sacred order building, being the hot-headed person he is. but chipp manages to persuade him to calm down and think of a plan first. well its anji who'll be thinking of the plan but hey.

- millia is touched by ky's concern for her. yar its not much, but considering sol's the only person who ever showed her ANY concern, i guess its alot. moreover, ky's a total stranger to her so i guess it had quite an impact on her.

- aww.. isnt ky just a softie? hehe.. love has to start somewhere right?

just click that tiny purple button down there. yes thats the one ! to give this writer some motivation to continue with this story.. pretty please? haha