Inspired by a drabble written by my friend Lisa. The lyrics are a translated version of Morning Musume's "Roman Dear My Boy". Anachronistic, I know. Apologies, mates.

Chapter Three – "Heroes can do anything."

"DON'T CRY short-lived first loves are good
because nothing comes of them.
DON'T CRY you start from there.
RIDE ON! RIDE ON! RIDE ON!
no matter how you weaken, I'll keep you safe
I can handle this much, I can handle it.
RIDE ON! RIDE ON!
I think the earth's come down with a slight fever,
we must champion right"

Music was blaring in the background, loud, bouncy, crazy music. At one point, Apogee knew somewhere in the back of her head that she probably should've stopped taking champagne glasses from the waiters scurrying about. She was delicate, and had never been able to hold her liquor. But it was a party. She was supposed to be living it up, right?

"MY DEAR BOY I paint
only realistic romance HEY! MY BOY
there's an infinite canvas called the sky
come on now, let's go!
LET'S HAVE A DANCE NOW
come on now, let's go!
LET'S HAVE A DANCE NOW
MY DEAR MY DEAR"

"Ok, you need to sit down." She heard someone say, and then felt hands grasp her arms. Apogee reasoned that it was the booze talking and pulled away.

"Leave me alone…" she whined, swatting at the person with her hands.

"So you're one of that kind of drunk. Weepy." The person scoffed. "Sit down." Apogee was forced into a chair, and a glass of water was held to her lips. "Drink." When she turned her head and tried to resist, she felt a strong hand grasp her chin and force the liquid down her throat. "Nobody likes a drunk super. You can't go on like this."

After reluctantly downing the rest of the glass, Apogee replied angrily, "Heroes can do anything."

The person laughed at her. "Can they?"

"DON'T CRY the girl who doesn't cry
will live her life with strength.
DON'T CRY Won't lose at love.
RIDE ON! RIDE ON! RIDE ON!
no matter how much time passes,
I'll be waiting.
this much you can be sure of.
RIDE ON! RIDE ON!
pass the sash to the future, there's no doubt in doing what's right"

There was a loud crashing noise as a wall of Gamma Jack's house was knocked down. Apogee tried to look around, but the world was blackening around her. "Stay here, Popo! You can't fight at night, and you're totally wasted. It's Bomb Voyage…"

The last thing she saw before passing out was the back of the green suit of a retreating figure. She heard lasers being fired and things exploding. Shouts were heard, probably the other supers fighting. Apogee hated being useless. She hated not being able to fight at night. She hated being weak…

"Gazerbeam."

"MY DEAR BOY everything will be decided
by the ideas you come up with. HEY! MY BOY
there's an infinite passion called peace.
come on now, let's go!
LET'S HAVE A DANCE NOW
come on now, let's go!
LET'S HAVE A DANCE
MY DEAR MY DEAR"