Disclaimer: The characters are the properties of Playmore, this story has absolutely no relation to the official storyline, and English is not my first language.
Prologue
"When is the damn thing going to be here?" K' hissed impatiently. His alabaster hair reflected a silvery shimmer in the moonlight.
"Five minutes closer than the last time you asked," Maxima replied, having no attempt to sound helpful.
Upon hearing Maxima's uncongenial remark, K' half-turned and fixed an uneasy stare at his long-time partner. For his part, Maxima simply closed his eyes and laid back on the bench.
It had just passed midnight. The place was tranquil, almost too quiet. Much like the few people lingering in the station, K' and Maxima had been awaiting the arrival of the last train out of town. The idea of boarding a train at this ungodly hour might seem a little absurd but not utterly unreasonable. Afterall, the tickets were less costly and, considering their identities, it'd be best to avoid as much unwanted attention as possible.
A sudden chill breeze came forth and mercilessly cut through the men. K' shivered briefly and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He was wearing most of the clothing he owned - a pair of jet-black jeans and jacket of matching colors. The top half of his jacket was left unzipped, exposing a portion of his bare chest. His eyes peered uncertainly into his surroundings as much as the dim lights permitted, but there was nothing to see in the overwhelming darkness.
With an almost inaudible sigh, K' paced a few yards towards the bench and took a seat beside Maxima, who was distracted and stirred slightly. Next moment, the cyborg opened his eyes and gazed into the blackness before him.
"How long has it been?" Maxima murmured, more to himself than to K'.
"Three months? Maybe four? How would I..." undoubtedly, there was an unusual edginess in the young man's voice.
"Just like old times, eh?"
K' paid no heed. Ignoring his partner for the moment, he stared worriedly at the gauntlet on his right hand. Somehow it gave off a dull, reddish glow under the wispy light, as if it was coated in a layer of dried, caked blood.
To be continued...