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"NDS: Book 14—: Chapter 101: Mirror"

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Okay, I got a bit sick, so I didn't write any NDS. Some reason I wrote plenty of Ragnarok though. Thank you for reading that. It was a story that sat around my house for so long, and I only ever wrote two chapters of it. It was a fun little AU of the original NDS, (Which there are still two other AU of NDS I have that I can use someday). Anyway, it's short and only a few chapters. In fact, it's only five chapters long. Four being really long, and so far, the third chapter was the shortest. It's hard to write the last three chapters when I wrote the first two over a year ago. Plus, I never finished the original. The style is odd too, if you notice. I always start the chapter off with a paragraph that seems to be written outside the story, then I start the chapter, put a myth in (but that is not the case for chapter 1) that was in the book Norris and Jet had, and then do the story. A lot of flashbacks are involved too. Anyway, that's stuff about a whole other story, and I should stop talking about it now.

Let's move on with this chapter. I've waited too long.

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Two heads of gray hair ruffled as the bodies they were attached to charged at the other. Each of their fists that they used to attack the other were blocked, and they pushed off with a grunt in order to gain distance between the two. With a running kick, Gear was able to send Jet flying through the air once his foot hit that man's chest. The carpeting absorbed the fall to the ground for Jet, who then rolled three times due to the force of the kick he was given. His body finally stood back up just in front of the large brown and stained wooden doors that were shut to the wedding hall. The others had done that as soon as the guests were evacuated to the wings of the building.

Jet tossed the black dress coat he had on for the wedding. Gear did the same, as they removed their red bow-ties and white dress shirts until a white undershirt on Jet, and a black T-shirt were on each of them.

"You seem pretty weak." Gear noted. "Your final Strike on me in our last battle was far stronger than you are now."

Jet rubbed some spit he had on his chin that had flung from his mouth after the kick to his gut. "Listen, I don't want this place ruined." He calmly said with a glare. "Let's settle our dispute outside."

Gear shrugged with an arrogant look and smile on his face. "The setting matters not to me," He hung on to his breath as he looked to Jet with an amused look. "But I recall you being emotional about this sort of thing." Gear moved his wrists around in a circular motion. "Words you use like 'friend' and the like…" The copycat of Jet stopped his movements, going to a more serious look. "Fine, let's do as you wish."

Running forward at Jet, Gear jumped to the air, and Jet raised his arms to block whatever attack Jet could not foresee. Gear spun his body, giving Jet a spinning kick with a lot of force to it, sending Jet through the door as it shattered apart into splinters of wood, before placing the man on the ground in the foyer.

Staggering to stand, Jet fell into the front door and stumbled out the door to the outside still trying to gain his strength again. Gear quickly gave chase, but as he came to the outside, turned around and waved his arm, sending an attack that shattered the wall and the door to the church, and making it impossible for anyone to follow after without taking the time to remove the debris he created. Gear turned to face Jet who was recovering from the two kicks on the walk as the sun shone down on them each.

"So," Gear began, "Where should I kick you to now, Jet?" He laughed.

"Is it just that you hate me?"

Gear went serious. "No, I hated your brother too. As well as your father and mother. They were always annoying me somehow."

"So…what….are you, like, my evil twin brother then?" Jet wondered, as laughable the idea was, it was seeming entirely possible right now to him.

Gear let out a deep chuckle. "No, not at all." He said between laughs. "Far from it. It's rather complicated when you get down to it really."

"I can see that…who you are is less important to the fact that you want me dead."

"Yes…revenge on you, and then the rest." Gear shrugged it off as if it were no big deal.

"I won't let you harm anyone else aside from me though!" Jet declared. "Lion's Rage Punch!"

"Tiger's Gale Fist!"

Jet went wide-eye as his Lion attack was countered by one exactly the same, but with a Tiger. The two attacks canceling each other and sending the two lookalikes backwards from the force.

"That…was the same?" Jet muttered, still in shock. The Lion's Rage was an attack he made that could not be copied by anyone but himself. It required so many things, and especially who he was, being the Filgaia Sample. It would only work with his body. Of course, this Gear person did have his body, but stronger.

"Yes, it is the same, isn't it?" Gear laughed. "Wanna try another?" He asked in amusement.

"What?"

"Neutral Cannon, Burst!" A white beam flung from Gear's outstretched arms, and with Jet with no defense, it sent the groom thirty feet before the attack hit the ground, Jet with it at the front of the collision. As the air burst around with a heat of neutral energy, something neither positive or negative, Jet stood upwards. What Jet had not expected on standing up though was that Gear would have already caught up to him. It had taken Jet ten seconds to be flung thirty feet, and Gear caught up to him on foot. The lookalike was only five feet away by the time he stood. Was Gear really a better him? "Neutral Cannon, Burst!" Another unexpected attack throws Jet again to the cliffs far from the church, where the edifice was merely seen as a dot on the grassy horizon. There were hills and plains in Valhalla that would make even short distances far.

Staggering to his feet, Jet caught sight of his enemy who was giving chase after him. He looked at his surroundings quickly, seeing that he was ten feet from the grassy cliff where the plains ended and plummeted fifty feet into the ocean, where jagged rocks were abound. Running forward towards Gear, Jet began his counterattack. "Positive Gattling, Fire!"

Twenty rounds of positive energy was thrown at the running Gear, who seemed uneager to dodge. "Tiger's Shield!" Gear declared, and blocked all of the shots that had come close to him. Some of the others missing him and hitting the earth, throwing it about the air. Gear let a chuckle out as he put a hand to his forehead. "I forgot about that one!" He laughed, finding his forgetting about the Positive Gattling amusing in some sick way. He quickly lost it for a serious face though. "Bomb Melee, Launch!"

The neutral version of the Positive Gattling took Jet by surprise, as it hit home and threw the groom across the grassy plain. His white shirt given green grass stains in certain places. Jet finally stood as he took a breath into his battered body. "You…you have a counterpart for everyone of my attacks?" He muttered. "How? The Lion's Rage shouldn't be possible to copy!"

"It's obviously possible for me." Gear laughed. "For many reasons. But what you say is untrue."

"How so?"

"Those two attacks you used on Emilia, I don't know them," He informed him, "but trust me, I am already thinking about how I can."

"This is all good to know." Jet grinned.

"What is?"

"If you can use every move I have in me, then I know what to expect of you."

"You would think that, but you'd be wrong, Enduro."