Side Story [Blue] 1-2: Double Trouble Blues
The next day...
Davion pressed his hand against the wall, looking down at the blushing bluenette as she held her hands up against his chest. Red eyes looked up at him in a slight daze, her breathing heavy at their close proximity. The mechanic glanced at her lips, noting that she had applied a subtle lip gloss that he wanted to tast-
Bump.
"Ah, please excuse me."
His own cheeks flushed as he lightly glared over his shoulder at the suited businessman who nudged him.
In his haste, he had forgotten that Japan's trains were always notoriously full during the peak hours of the day. It may have been a Sunday, but even then it didn't diminish the amount of people boarding the Rinkai Line.
"Sorry if it's getting a bit cramped, Kanzashi." The grey-eyed pilot whispered to the girl he was unintentionally kabedon-ing. "I knew I should have just hailed a taxi..."
The girl shook her head, somewhat reaching up to fix the position of her red beret. "No, it's alright Davion-kun." She shyly smiled up at him, her flushed cheeks giving her a more adorable appearance. "We'll just take a taxi when we head back to the Academy, okay?"
Bump.
A red glint shined in his pupil. 'Okay, now that was on fucking purpose-'
"We are now approaching Tokyo Teleport station. All passengers, be aware that we are now approaching Tokyo Teleport station."
"Oh thank God..." The grey-eyed mechanic grumbled, blinking the glint away. "I swear they were starting to do it on purpose..."
Walking out from the station building, Kanzashi patted down the pleated skirt of her red sundress, somewhat thankful for the presence of the tall boy with her. She had seen the not-so-subtle glances of several of the other boys in the train, all aimed at her of course, and the ever present perverted light in them.
'Ugh...this is why I don't take public transports without...' She touched her face lightly, missing the feeling of wearing a mask in her 'Maiko' alias. She fixed the button on her pale violet cardigan as she looked around the area warily. There were no signs of any intrusive journalists or paparazzi, or any classmate of hers that decided to follow them on this little excursion of hers. She knew the reputation of the boys around the school, and she had observed the not-so-subtle stalkers follow them around as they did their work.
'Well, thankfully there isn't anyone I recognize...'
Red eyes then glanced at the boy at her side, who was doing some arm stretches that did wonders for his biceps. The Astray pilot was wearing a fitting dark shirt that had the words 'FRONT' at the front and 'BACK' at the back. Blue jeans hugged his legs, and they were tucked into stylish boots that were tied neatly. He didn't have the blue gloves of the Closed form of his Astray, thus leaving his scarred hands open for all to see.
The design of his shirt gave her a giggle fit when they met up at the Academy Monorail station.
It suited him nicely.
The mechanic's dark hair was as tousled as ever, but it was obvious that he tried his best to tame it. There was a subtle shine to it as it framed his face, contrasting the white band-aids on the bridge of his nose and on his left cheek. They were fresh, he explained it earlier, and didn't really cover any wounds, rather they covered scars he was somewhat insecure in showing.
Her nose picked up the subtle scent of Blue de Chanel, and she found herself walking closer to him as they made their way to the newly built Compass Town.
"Oh, before I forget...here, your ticket for the movie."
"Ah! Thank you, Davion-kun."
And so, the two went on, enjoying the silence between them...
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Red eyes peered out from behind a pillar before a hand pushed a pair of sunglasses back down over them.
"Come on, Mu-kun, stop dawdling, or else we might lose them~!"
"This is an abuse of power, and you know it, Kaichou." He groaned as she pulled him out from behind the pillar. Reluctantly, he put on his own pair of sunglasses and pulled out a black face mask to complete his 'disguise.'
A finger pressed itself against his lips, ceasing his grumblings as she gave him a vulpine grin. "Less complaining and more following! The sooner we catch up to them, the better the chances of blending in amidst the crowd!"
"Seriously now…" With an annoyed groan, he shook her hand off and rolled his eyes. "I'm not treating you, by the way."
"Aww, don't you want a date with me~?" She cooed, her cheeks flushing as she made an exaggeratedly lovestruck expression. "Are you really gonna miss out on a chance to kiss these lips~?"
"I'd hardly call this a proper date." He started trudging ahead of her only to stumble as she latched onto his left arm.
"Oi!"
Tatenashi only stuck out her tongue, purposefully letting his arm settle between her cleavage as they walked. "How about now~?"
Ryo let out a long, suffering sigh.
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As the movie played, Davion narrowed his eyes at the rather...unique path Hathaway's Flare went as opposed to the original Flash. Even after coming across the abominable monster that was the GunGirl franchise in this universe, he could never get used to it.
Instead of Mobile Suits, it was the Infinite Stratos.
Instead of Gundams, it was customized and personalized IS units.
And instead of the pilots being easy-to-traumatize boys, they were obviously girls.
...He really shouldn't have been surprised when the falling action of the entire storyline was about the 'redemption arc' of Mufty.
As the Astray pilot was stewing in his own thoughts, the girl sitting next to him was watching with rapt attention.
Kanzashi's mouth was partly open as she watched the dramatic sub-plot play, gasping occasionally at the interactions between Colonel Kendra and Noelle Hathaway. There was a clear romantic undertone between the two, despite the 6 year age-gap. It was a forbidden love, in many shades of the word.
Two people, on opposite sides of the conflict.
One, a terrorist, and the other a military officer.
The bluenette reached for the popcorn bucket for another bite of the buttery goodness and found her hand brushing against Davion's. They both looked at each other before retracting their hands as they turned their eyes away, cheeks flaring in the meanwhile.
That small contact made her glance at his hands, which lacked the fingerless gloves of the Closed Form of his Blue Frame. His skin was calloused and rough, but she didn't mind it. In fact, it was that rough feeling that brought tingles up her spine. It reminded her that he was indeed there with her, that he was real, that he wasn't just some fake friend or that all of this was just some sort of elaborate dream to her.
The mechanic meanwhile, looked at the hand that touched against hers. Her skin was...soft, a direct opposite of his. It was obvious that she used lotion or some sort of feminine product that countered calloused hands, though that didn't really matter to him. It was also smaller than his, almost delicate-like, which only spiked the protective instincts within him.
'...I like this feeling.' The Astray pilot thought, letting her have her share of popcorn first as he leaned back in his chair to watch the approaching conclusion of the movie. His lips curled into a satisfied smile, unbeknownst to him.
Several rows above the two movie enjoyers, a certain courier watched the movie with furrowed brows.
'So Hathaway has PTSD, wants to get rid of the corruption within the Unified Earth Government, is a terrorist leader because of her wishes... and falls in love with an older woman who somewhat shares her goal but also is a high ranking officer of the UEG...huh?'
"Oh! They touched hands!" Tatenashi whispered to him as she used a pair of night-vision equipped binoculars to spy on her sister. "Mu-kun, they touched hands-!"
"Why does a terrorist get a redemption arc? Mufty killed a bunch of high-profile executives, and Noelle personally took down some of Colonel Kendra's men. Why does she get a redemption arc?" The courier muttered to himself, far too taken by the somewhat convoluted plot of Hathaway's Flare.
It didn't help that the feel of the film turned from being serious to an almost slapstick romance halfway.
'Is… Is this how it was, or is this some sort of bootleg version of the one I originally heard about... Questions for later.'
"Mu-kun~!" The disguised bluenette pouted at him.
Ryo grumbled as he placed a hand on her lips, leaning towards and then towering over her as his lips curled down in an unimpressed frown. "You wanted this to be like a date, right? Why not focus on us for a bit, let them have their fun while we have our own?"
More so because he was genuinely interested in this film more than he expected…
His eyes flashed a second later as he realized the gravity of what he had just said.
'...Oh damn, I think I tripped a-'
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The lights turned on as the credits finally finished its roll, and Davion let out a sigh at the rather...lackluster ending.
"...Huh..."
Kanzashi looked at him as she stood up, a somewhat understanding smile on her lips. "Was it...disappointing?"
The mechanic also stood up, glancing around at the people who were talking animatedly about the movie. "Well, I wouldn't say that. It has an interesting plot but I was kinda focused on the tech they were making up for the special effects."
"Oh! Like the beam shield one? That would be so cool to make!"
Davion chuckled as he walked with her to the exits. "Don't the IS have energy shields in the first place? Wouldn't the addition of a beam shield for you guys just be redundant and a waste of energy?"
"Well, you're right but still!"
They pointedly ignored the couple in the back rows of the theater, who seemed to be enjoying themselves a bit too much.
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"...They're gone."
"Can you get off me now? People are staring."
"Aww, but I was just getting comfortable~"
"Kaichou. Off. Now."
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The food court was bustling with activity, as expected of the noon lunch rush. Families sat together, laughing and talking about all sorts of things. Friends joked around as they ate, dressed in either casual or fashionable attire that were often the butt of their jokes.
A fair number of people, however, were looking at a peculiar pair as they chatted at their table. The signature blue hair of the Sarashiki house was as eye-catching as ever but what really grabbed their attention was the fact that Japan's IS Representative Candidate was sitting with a boy on what seemed to be a date.
To the uninitiated, the boy seemed plain and somewhat unremarkable. Tousled dark brown hair, a fairly attractive face that had a few band-aids on it, and steel-grey eyes that were crinkled in mirth. He wore simple clothes that did little to hide the powerful build of the teen.
To a fair few of them however, they recognized the boy as one of the test pilots for The Professor's Project: Astray.
"Those 'Funnels' seem like a cool concept though." Kanzashi was very animated as she talked, using both hands and body language. Her hairclips even seemed to flap in joy, and Davion committed the sight to his memory.
'Another memory for the anomalous hairclips...'
"They're glorified missiles." He rolled with his with an amused smirk. "The Barrage Pack serves the same purpose you know."
"I know, but stiiill!" She protested with a faux-pout, raising her hands up to pantomime the Funnel Missiles. "Think about it! Missiles that I could control with my thoughts!"
"I mean, isn't that the Blue Tears though?" The mechanic took a sip of his soda. "With the Optical Bits and stuff." He ate the last of the fries that came with his Salisbury Steak, leaving nothing behind on the plate. "Also think of the logistical nightmare that is essentially having to replace a weapon that has gravitational technology which is meant to explode."
"Ah...you're right." She tapped her chin, puffing her cheeks slightly as she brainstormed. "But what if...they're in some sort of weapon pod? One that contains both projectile weapons and missiles? And it could fly around independently with a thought!"
Davion couldn't help the dumb grin from forming on his face, resting his cheek on his fist as he merely watched her talk about possible upgrades and referencing various anime that she watched. He himself had watched some of her recommendations though a bunch of them were very...Shoujo-centric. There were a fair few action ones that actually inspired him to base new moves on that he wanted to test out the next time he went to a fight club.
...He missed going out to Fight Clubs.
'I wonder how Majima-san is faring-'
"Excuse us."
Both of them looked over to see a rather irate group of women glaring down at the sole boy in the immediate vicinity.
The mechanic glanced at the pin on their collars and lapels, minutely wincing at the sight of the fist within the Female Sign.
'Oh fuck, it's the Supremacists.'
After a short trip of their own, Ryo was carrying the bag containing his new clothes as he walked behind the humming 2nd year.
Thankfully, he didn't encounter much of the usual shenanigans during their shopping spree. Although she did attempt to stay inside the changing room while he tried out clothes.
But as far as everything went, all she did was ask for his opinion while they tried out hats and glasses, sharing a picture together in the meanwhile. Curiously, she decided that she'd be the one paying for her stuff for once.
...Though that didn't mean that she had forgotten the original purpose of their outing and that he had completely lowered his guard around her. The mischievous girl just didn't let an opportunity to tease him like that slip through her fingers.
"Murakumo-kun."
He paused, glancing at her questioningly at the sudden lack of playfulness in her voice. She pointed at something in the food court, and he followed it to see their 'targets' being surrounded by a crowd of women. The courier squinted, immediately noticing the agitated expressions on the women's faces.
A glint on their lapels caused him to focus on the pinned accessories, and he recoiled upon seeing the fist within the female symbol.
'… Really? Of all the possible developments?'
"Why don't we lend them a hand, hmm?" Tatenashi turned to him with an unfriendly smirk before she strode forward, a woman on a mission as he reluctantly followed.
The entire food court's attention seemed to be on the women and their targets, and he could hear Kanzashi trying to cool things down.
"Murakumo-kun, be mean to me." The bluenette muttered loud enough for him to hear as they neared the group.
Ryo turned his head to her in surprise as he dropped their bags behind a pillar.
"Excuse me?"
She turned to him, narrowed red eyes peering over the frame of her sunglasses. "Be. Mean. Get their attention. Slap me, hit me, just do something to rile them up. I'll do my own thing."
"W-What," Ryo recoiled somewhat, glancing around to see if anyone was watching them. The idea is pretty effective, but he could find another way to do it instead. "I'm not gonna-"
"Do it, or I'll scream 'molester.'"
Ruby met Emerald, and the two of them glared at each other.
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"Fine."
"Please, I'm just trying to enjoy my day with my f-friend-!"
"Clearly he doesn't appreciate you, I mean look at him! He's been quiet this whole time!"
Grey eyes stared up at the older woman with restrained rage. His fingers twitched as he tried his best to keep his composure, he didn't want to give the cunts the satisfaction of being marginally right.
'I've been quiet because I'm trying to not snap your spine over my knee, you bitch..!'
SLAP!
The sharp noise of flesh meeting flesh caught everyone's attention, and they turned to see a man grab the shorter woman by him by the collar of her jacket.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to, you damn airhead?!" The man shook her, his voice low and menacing. "Stop acting like we're close, cause we're not!"
The woman didn't respond, her dark bangs hiding her eyes as she limply let herself be shaken.
SLAP!
"I didn't come here just so you could drag me around." He snarled, using both of his hands to grip her jacket. "So why don't you be a good girl and shut the hell up for once!"
"Hey!" The women around Kanzashi collectively called out to the abuser.
A dangerous flash of green-
"The fuck do you want, you bunch of fruitcakes?!" The sunglasses did little to hide the deadly gleam of emerald, the man's expression set in an intimidating snarl.
"Fruitcakes?!" The leader of the group recoiled as if she got slapped, her face igniting in an angry red as she stomped closer to the pair. "Of course a disgusting man would abuse a woman in public! You should know your place-!"
"… re..."
All eyes both turned to the 'victim' as the dark haired woman began to squirm.
"M-More~!"
Everyone paused at the...inappropriate noise.
All eyes slowly turned to the woman in the man's grasp, who was also wearing sunglasses. Her mouth was open as she panted, cheeks red not from the slaps but from blushing as she caressed the hand that held her by the collar. "Belittle me more, master~! Tell me that I am a bad girl~!"
Davion glanced at the perturbed looks of the Female Supremacist's faces and grabbed the wrist of the bluenette across from him. "Let's get out of here." He whispered, gesturing to the rather awkward situation happening behind them. The mechanic might have wanted to enact retribution, but he wasn't the verbose warrior like Ryo or Ephraim. He preferred putting down his problems with his fists, and fisticuffs were the worst avenue of attack right now.
Kanzashi, whose face had erupted in a full blush, merely nodded. She would take any chances to get away from all this public exposure. Already, she could see the backlash in social media...
They slipped away from the chaos, their hands unconsciously wrapping around the other as they disappeared around the corner.
Ryo saw his friend slip away with his date and nodded minutely at Tatenashi. The disguised Sarashiki returned the nod as she continued to breathe heavily.
Turning her head and flinching as if only just noticing the group of Supremacists before them, she cleared her throat and unhooked his hands from her jacket. "O-Oh, sorry!" The short woman apologized, bowing multiple times.
"A-Are you okay, miss?" One of the groupies asked, looking at the two of them with a conflicted gaze. "Um...those slaps were..."
"Uh? Ah!" Tatenashi waved it off, plastering a perfectly faking an abashed expression. "I was um...just asking my boyfriend to reenact a scene from a movie we watched last night..~" She squirmed as if remembering a particularly steamy memory.
Ryo let the persona drop as he cupped his face in shame. "Why did we have to do that now of all times, 'Ayano'?" He let genuine embarrassment slip into his voice. "In public too of all places?!"
"Ehe~!" The jacket-clad girl hugged him tightly. "Because you spoil me, Taro-kuuun~!"
The group of women looked conflicted, whispering to each other about what they just saw. Several other people stared with wide eyes, a fair few of them just as conflicted.
"So...he wasn't..?"
"Oh, heavens no!" 'Ayano' giggled, turning her head to show them her bright smile. "My sweet Taro is a gentle giant~" Red eyes glinted behind the shades. "And besides, I like it a little bit rough-"
"Please stop." 'Taro' pleaded, covering her mouth and then bowing at the Supremacists. "I'm so sorry for making a scene. We'll excuse ourselves out of here quickly."
"Um...O...kay..?"
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Ryo retreated from the food court with a giggling Tatenashi under his arm.
"I hate you, Kaichou." The courier hissed, picking up their dropped bags along the way.
"Aww, I love you too, Mu-kun~!" She cooed as they turned a corner and were finally out of sight.
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"Ugh, I'm so sorry for today, Kanzashi."
Davion palmed his face as they walked away from Compass Town, grumbling all the while.
The bluenette smiled up at him, somewhat pressing herself against his side in a show of reassurance. "It's alright, Davion-kun. We didn't really expect to be harassed like that..."
The mechanic blushed lightly, returning her smile with a bashful one. "Do you still want to..?"
Kanzashi looked over her shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly before shaking her head. "I think it's best if we head back to the Academy. I don't want to run into those harpies again."
"Aw.."
Giggling, she pulled him along this time. "Hey, it's not as if I didn't have fun with you today."
Davion returned smile as they walked, now uncaring of the stares and whispers of both boys and girls whose eyes followed them as they went.
It was only then that he noticed that their hands were wrapped around the other, with their fingers intertwined so intimately. Flushing, the Astray pilot he let her drag him to the station as his heart did leaps and bounds.
'...Wait, the station?'
"O-Oh, hold on! We'll take a taxi back this time!"
"I loathe you, Kaichou."
Tatenashi hummed from her place by his side, an arm of hers wrapped around his waist as she watched her sister pull the taller boy with her away from the station now.
"I can't believe these flimsy disguises worked. Otherwise, I'd have already gone home."
"Not gonna deny that you had fun~?" She teased, smirking afterward.
"I despise you, Kaichou." Ryo sighed, the mere sound of it heavy with the weight of his suffering.
The bluenette merely giggled.
"Nah, you love me~" Tatenashi cooed as she hugged him tightly.
"...Oh!"
The courier had a bad feeling-
She turned to him with a vulpine grin, ruby eyes twinkling with desire. "Say, how about we finish this date off with a bang?" Her eyebrows then waggled suggestively. "There's a love hotel nearby-"
"No. Rejected."
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Later...
"Home sweet home..." Davion sighed as he and Kanzashi stepped off of the Academy monorail station. The girl giggled as she walked forward, letting the cool afternoon breeze wash over her form.
Smiling, the mechanic followed the beret-wearing girl, waving to the students that greeted them as they passed. Once they were behind the boy, they sent jealous glares at the smiling Kanzashi. She ignored them, smugness radiating from her form as she went.
"I had a fun time today, Davion-kun." The bluenette turned to him with a fond smile, an excited glint in her eyes as she almost hopped in place. "The movie was legit, and the SFX was phenomenal!"
"Yep!" The Astray pilot grinned, crossing his arms as he rocked on his heels. "Didn't really follow the plot too much, but hey, it was cool!"
Grey and Red stared into each other, seemingly losing themselves in the deep pools of their respective color. Their cheeks flushed with each second they stared, but neither didn't care. It was...the moment felt right.
"Hey, Davion-kun..."
"Yeah, Kanzashi?"
"Can you...look over there for a bit..?"
Ryo groaned as he removed his sunglasses, rubbing his eyes as he stepped off of the Academy station, " I don't think I can handle another day like that one..."
Removing the black wig, Tatenashi shook her head to let her blue hair be free once more, "Aww, but it was so fun, Mu-kun~!"
He ignored the stares of the students that were exiting their car.
She cooed, pulling her body against his side. "The way you just sounded so hateful almost brought shivers up my spine~!"
"Good, cause I'm not doing that ever again."
Green eyes rolled and had the fortune of spotting the other bluenette. They widened when the younger Sarashiki stood on her tiptoes to reach his friend's-
Chu~!
Davion's face flushed at the contact, eyes widening as he froze. Around them, he could see some of the girls scream in disbelief, other gaping as they beheld what was basically someone claiming him for themselves.
"Eeeh?!"
"No way!"
"My fantasy!"
Pulling away, Kanzashi immediately turned around. Her own cheeks were bright red and her hairclips were flapping uncontrollably. "U-Um, I'll see you around, Davion!" With that, she retreated as fast as her legs could allow her.
Slowly placing a hand on his cheek, the mechanic could only stare off into the distance where she ran off, his mind too stunned to process what just happened.
"See you around, Mu-kun~!"
Faintly, he could hear the older Sarashiki, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw her skip away from what he assumed was Ryo. She was tittering, her cheeks red as she hummed to herself.
"God...damned...Kaichou..!"
Well, it seemed as if it wasn't only him that got stunned by the Sarashiki ladies.
Later...
Stepping into the hangar, Davion let out a long lovestruck sigh as the lights came on. As the door closed behind him, he opened his laptop and checked the security reports. The dumb AI he had created in the beginning of the year was slowly becoming more and more...advanced, perhaps not to the extent of whatever Tabane could make, but perhaps one day it could rival that. So far, it was able to bypass some Academy firewalls, like what it did during Laura's beatdown of Cecilia and Rin.
So far, it was unnamed, but perhaps soon he should give one to the burgeoning smart AI.
"Hmm...a hacking attempt by the US...Russia...China? Oof. And one from...the Dunois Corporation?" The grey-eyed mechanic winced, pulling a notepad out to write down the attempted interlopers. "Yikes...I should really ask Ryo if Charlotte needs help..."
Upon checking the rest, he ran a basic diagnostic scan for any leftover viruses, trojans, worms, and harmful cyberthreats. In the meanwhile, he activated the decryption program to see if anything changed.
Decryption at 25%
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"It didn't change..." And immediately, all his good vibes disappeared. The red glint in his pupils returned, tinting his gunmetal grey eyes a baleful crimson. "The program was supposed to run in the background to search for anything that isn't related to the Mirage Colloid tech, and you mean to tell me that there's fucking nothing else?"
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CRASH!
His fist buried itself into the nearby wall, breaking through concrete and steel that were almost a meter thick. The entire room seemed to shake from the impact, and it shook even more from his roar.
"SHOW ME THE GOODS, YOU DAMN PROGRAM!"
A few tools fell off their racks, metal clanging and crashing amidst the otherwise silent hangar. He huffed and puffed, calming down steadily before he pulled his fist out, the skin unmarred and undamaged.
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"...Fuck!"
Davion looked around the room in a panic before laying eyes on the Fabricator. Hurrying over, he activated the machine and began to create a temporary cover for the hole.
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Knock knock...
Davion paused his panicked wall repairs to turn his head towards the door. It couldn't have been Kanzashi, she would simply type the code and walk inside. A sense of dread formed in the pit of his stomach.
'What if it was Yamada-sensei, or even worse, Orimura-sensei?'
Heading over to the door, though not without a great deal of nervousness, he paused before the panel that would unlock the sliding bulkhead. Glancing over his shoulders at the three Astrays, and more specifically at the patchwork job he did of covering the hole, he swallowed whatever courage he had left and touched the panel.
Hiss...
A distressed red eye stared up at surprised grey.
"Bruder...how do I become 'Laura Bodewig'?"
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The Blue Frame pilot could only sigh.
He could fix all sorts of things, yes, but only those of the mechanical sort!
AN:
Half-way there! Now all that's left is Ryo's part before we return to...
An Interlude! There, we'll return to a school slice-of-life before inevitably rolling back into canon with an Episode!
To the reviews!
Rodvek97: Indeed, Ryo is next. Blue and Red side stories are intertwined, as you have read. Will it be the same for future Side Stories? Perhaps, perhaps not.
KnightOfZaku: I'll be keeping the cards on Kanzashi's custom built personal unit close to my chest for now. Season 2 is still a bit away, plenty of time to speculate, after all.
Hmm, that can indeed happen, with the German military wanting to assassinate the boys since they risk exposing the topic of human experimentation and the German Government's involvement with one Dr. Alen Hibiki, who participated in both Project: Neo-Type and in Laura and her fellow super soldiers' creation. As the course of the story is inevitably leading up to the Silver Gospel fight, however, that little plot point can wait. There is a fair bit of time between Season 1 and Season 2 that it can happen in, after all...
P.B.S.: Ah, the image of the Strike Uchigane is in the Imgur link in the previous chapter. My friend basically mashed the MS Girl design of the Strike and the profile photo of the Strike Rouge Ootori from Cross Rays when he drew it. It's mainly mugshots, but you can think of the Strike Uchigane as a human-sized Strike Gundam, though at around 8-10 feet tall.
And wow almost at a hundred follows! Ya'll are damn wonderful for sticking this long!
With that, a touched Cipher out!
