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"NDS: Book 14—Twilight Moon: Chapter 103: Another One Bites the Dust"

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A cloud shadowed the land, causing the color to appear darker than they were. The grass was not the same happy green that was known before. The sea lost it's life the sun gave it. But it was just a passing cloud. One that would drift past the area soon enough. But for a time, it would hang over them, and that's all that matter. There need only be one instance of something, in order for it to take hold.

Flying through the air, a gray-headed Filgaia Sample, carpenter, and groom-to-be, hit the darkened ground with a hurtful thud as his inside shifted from the force of impact. A noise from his throat that said that he indeed felt the impact on the earth when his lower back hit, and then the rest of his body. He had only touched the ground for ten seconds before he moved his hands, while still with motion from the hit to the earth, and with a handspring he placed his body back up on it's feet in a flip. His shirt now with a noticeable tear in it. Lucky it was only a cruddy white undershirt.

"Pitiful." Gear remarked through squinted eyes. A smudge of dirt on his cheek from where Jet had obviously gotten one hit in earlier.

"Easy to say!" Jet countered. Things were easy to say or be called as something less, but in reality it is harder to do or prove. Gear says he is pitiful, but that is just a statement that is easy to say from someone who is big-headed.

Immediately after saying his response, Jet launched his body in motion with a firm kick from his boot to the earth. A wildly swung right hook to Gear's collarbone stopped his body's forward approach as well as putting Gear in a defenseless state. Three rapid thrusts of Jet's fists struck the copy. One hitting the man's left shoulder, and then the opposite fist hit the opposite shoulder, followed by the third jab that hit Gear's forehead. The force of the hit on such a place caused gravity to askew, and made balance in Gear's body impossible. The lookalike was forced to be violently thrown backwards when the proper weight to stabilize him in place was not found in the lower portions of his body. Like Jet though, Gear was quick to get back up by simply rolling away and standing upright.

Jet was quick to not let the man rest, and charged forward for another attack. Unfortunately for him, this time Gear was all too prepared, and the attacks bounced off the flesh and bone that covered Gear's forearms. He simply saw where every one of Jet's punches were coming, and directed them away from his body. What made it even more of an insult was that it didn't even look like he was trying, and his breathing was calm. With simple motion Gear found a moment to attack and his fist found it' s home in Jet's gut, at the place below his ribcage and center on his body when coming from the sides.

Jet took a step back to recover his breath and get over the attack, and then took a step forward. "Lion's Fist!" A quick blue blur of a right fist decked Gear in the head and sent the man flopping to the ground.

Gear lied there and let out a laugh that sounded like it came from the bottom of his throat, where his neck met the collar. He smirked as if he were dealt no real pain, though the bump on his head would prove otherwise. "I have to admit, that's actually a pretty decent move."

Jet let out a deep angered breath. "Yeah, I know." He said looking down on his semi-mirrored image.

"Still…is this the extent of your strength without the Raven's Wing?" Gear wondered, taking his eyes off of Jet and looking skyward as if looking far into space, deep in thought. He let out a scoff from his lips. Watching the large white cloud that blocked out the sun still. "I suppose now in retrospect that without that blade of Hawthorne's doing, you would never have beaten me." The man had to laugh at that funny thought.

Jet stopped his breathing as he stared at Gear in shock. A thought or sudden realization that took his head. "Wait…then…" He shook his head, watching as Gear slowly stood up. Shaking his body of dirt. "How?"

"You want to know who I really am?" His clone wondered.

"Yes, but…I have an idea."

"I am Gear." The man simply said. And he is correct. He is Gear.

Jet scratched his head with a smirk. "Right, you are Gear, but the real question I should have been asking all along is who you were."

"Yes, see, that is another question." Gear chuckled. "A much smarter question at that." He complimented. "You ask me who I am, and that infers that you ask who I am presently, and I told you and your friends that more than I should need to. You ask who I was, and that is the real answer you are after."

"Cut to the chase." Jet gruffly spoke.

"I was once many people. Mainly two people you knew very well, for you hated me probably. A part of me was once called Nobuo Winslett, and another part of me was called Generator Eon."

"And we killed you." Jet stated right away. "How can you still be here…or not be here…you aren't them…but you are." Jet was still confused, even though he now understood as much as he did. He saw Nobuo's body die when it was absorbed into Eon, and he saw Eon die as well as the Twilight Cannon tore it apart and then caused it to erupt.

Gear chuckled again, raising a hand with his pointer finger pointing up. "Your Canon saved me, actually." He smirked. "While the beam did destroy Eon's body, it also grafted the Twilight Moon to Eon's body. The Twilight Gemini was shattered though, while the Twilight Sun flung off in the explosion. I assume that the Lone suffered the same fate as Gemini in the end."

A thought suddenly hit Jet as he understood something that had been reported to him recently. He shook his head. "The…people by the Ark of Destiny that went into comas…"

"I needed energy to fully form this new existence as Gear." The lookalike explained. To be more exact, Gear had reawakened near where Eon had died, and to gain energy, used the Twilight Moon to help gain power by putting the people into states where their nightmares would form. "The last two years, the Twilight Moon and what was left of Nobuo-Eon waited under the sand, healing itself and forming this body. Laying there in the sand the five came together to make me."

"Five?" Jet wondered. Nobuo, Eon, and Twilight Moon. That was three, where did the five come in?

"Yes." Gear confirmed. "Nobuo gave his body to Eon, and at that moment, Nobuo's body no longer existed, and rather only his essence and genetic material. Obviously Eon had lost his body when the Twilight Cannon blew it apart. The Twilight Moon is no living thing, and it has no body." Gear informed Jet, relishing the knowledge he held over the carpenter. "In the end, the Twilight Moon had to resort to using another source for it to create me. The spilled blood you left behind in Eon's halls…and your dear brother's dead body. All five of these came together, with your genetic material playing the largest role, and with Nobuo's being the second."

"I guess that explain the reason we look the same except for the details that obviously were borrowed from Nobuo." Jet said, not really at all shocked at Gear's origins. Somehow, he always knew.

"It is also the reason why I know all your moves." Gear noted. "I know how you fight, how you think. In the end, I am Jet Enduro, but I am gifted by the others of my make. Jet in body, Nobuo-Eon running the show."

"So…you intend to complete Nobuo's dream?"

"Yes, Nobuo was correct in his ways. As his partial clone, reincarnation, whatever you call me, I should only rightfully finish what you stopped."

"Pheh." Jet mocked Gear. "Without Eon's body you have no way of finishing that though."

"Heh…you would think that." Gear took a gloating form. "But my brother grants me a solution."

Jet realized what Gear meant by brother. He knew what his ultimate intention was now. He knew what he had to stop Gear from doing. "That's right…technically you are brothers in a way."

"First, I must put an end to my enemies though, and when I found out where you were, I happily came on a sandcraft abandoned in Neon City's remains to cross the sea and destroy the happiness you wanted. I mean, I could have waited until after the wedding, but…I can't let the Enduro name be carried on to one more person."

"I was not able to defeat you two years ago…I lost that battle." Jet noted. He never killed Nobuo, so he never won. Even though he still could not win that battle, what with Nobuo dead, he now at least has a chance to try it again. "I'm glad you're back so I can win."

"Heh…we'll see now." With an aloof look, Gear broke his stance. "Tiger's Punch!" With a vicious swing of his right hand, Gear put his new twist on Jet's newer technique. Jet himself, taken by surprise is throw back by the attack, trying his best to gain his balance. "Gale Swipe!" With another copy attack Jet is flung across the plain and hits the grass, rolling down the slight slope towards the edge of the cliff. The waves clashing against rocks fifty feet below them. The sea at the bottom of the mountain-like side was littered with jagged rocks. With the weight of Jet's newly placed body on the cliff's edge some dirt and rock broke away and fell the fifty feet to the ocean.

From the ground Jet springs up, kicking Gear in the process. Rolling over he made his way away from the cliff before standing himself upright. "You might be a fast learner, but that won't get you anywhere!" Jet declared. "Positive Burst!" Jet's arms let loose a large ball of yellow positive energy as it flung itself at Gear who moved his body out of the way and away from the large blast range that the attack made when it hit the ground.

"That was just pointless!" Gear remarked, charging his way towards Jet. "Neutral Cannon Burst!" The white beam knocks Jet over and into the grassy plain, leaving an indent in the earth.

Quickly Jet is back on his feet, and the two gray-haired men fling their fists at one another. Ten punches from each of the men bounce off of each of the men leaving minor damages behind. With anger the two charge forward and caught one another's hands forcing them to grapple. Each of them staring at the other, but Jet's angered eyes were only met by Gear's that held a look of excitement.

"You have my face, but somehow you make it look ugly." Jet grit through his teeth.

"No, it was this way when you wore it as well."

"You just stole my look."

"Maybe so, but soon I'll be the only one with it." Moving quickly on his words, Gear sent his right knee into the chest of Jet. Placing his two hands together to form one fist, Gear sent a strong uppercut into Jet's chin. The force of the attack sending Jet upward into the air and then falling with a thud onto the earth. Stepping forward while Jet was still recovering, Gear stomped his boot onto Jet's chest. "Just like an ant…" Gear remarked, mocking Jet.

Slowly Gear moved his boot back and forth in a fourth-circle, grinding the treads on his boot into Jet' s body, producing a terrible and painful friction. A grin on Gear's lips as Jet let's out a howl. Suddenly, a purple beam flew overhead causing Gear's attention to go to the Negative Cannon that had just missed him. Taking this to his advantage, Jet flipped Gear away as he stood up to look in the direction of the Negative Cannon. Thirty feet away was Adven hurrying as fast as he could to reach the two lookalikes.

"No…you won't live past me." Gear simply muttered from the ground. He used the force of a handspring to place him on his feet. Jet waited to see what would happen next as Adven made his run to them. Jet was surprised to see Gear jump ten feet in the air. It was an odd move to make right now, but then Jet froze. "Neutral Cannon, Burst!"

The white beam attack came down full on Jet as the cliff he stood upon shattered and broke from the grassy plain. A fury of glass blades passing him by. With no warning the large rock began to plummet, with Jet still standing upon it, not recovered yet from the attack. As the gravity took hold, and the grass was pointed down, Jet fell ahead of the cliff and hit the water first, after dropping the fifty feet and then bouncing off of jagged rocks at the bottom. There was no sign of Jet swimming back up, and there would never be, as the large rock, dirt, and grass that made up the side of the land fell into the water and onto where Jet was. Waves scattering outward from the large rock that had fallen into the sea into the ten feet deep water.

Gear had by now landed on his feet with a smirk. "You were always so naïve, Jet." He muttered. Gear had felt a twinge of sadness with his greatest rival now dead. It all made things seem pointless and two easy. He probably should have let Jet suffer…but that decision was out the window.

Adven finally came to a stop at the edge of the mountain. Looking down at where Jet's body went. His face going pale. "J…et…"

And suddenly the earth was covered back over with sunlight as the cloud left the two men staring down at the sea.

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Originally, right after Gear would say "Jet in body, Nobuo-Eon running the show" there would have been the reasoning behind his name. In the original it was Densuke, and Densuke would explain that the e and n in his name stand for Nobuo-Eon, while the rest of it was just borrowed from Daisuke's name, because that is who he is by nature. The only way I could work this in for the WA3 version would be to call Gear, Jen instead. Which…would not have worked so well, though, a guy can be named Jen, it just sounds odd, especially when he is a character like Gear, who has no place for humor about his name.

And yes, I did kill Jet off. Or did I? I think I did. Well, we'll see. Still, I mean, a normal person who hits jagged rocks and then is thrown into water where a whole cliff lands on him is most likely dead. Now you can see why I chose this spot for such a cliffhanger while I go away for a week. Of course, next chapter will be Adven's reaction to what he saw, and his first fight with Gear. Yes, I did specifically say first fight with Gear. Adven is one of two characters who gets to fight Gear twice.

I can't believe Ragnarok Chapter Four went for twenty pages! That was a lot of pages. For one chapter of a usual ten or so? Not really, but twenty pages for a fan fiction that is not Whatever is a lot of pages to me.

Anyway, that's all until Aug. 21 or 22, it all depends if I start the next chapter before I leave or not. What will you do without me around to read?