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Chapter Two: Fated Meetings
Morning at Noire's home. The young woman got done dressing. Wearing a black shirt and blue jeans.
While she has a skirt, jeans are better now. As she will be shooting and testing a weapon.
Her hair is in a ponytail with a black ribbon. Feeling that it would be better in that. With a quick look at her watch, she could see that the bus will be at the stop soon.
"Time to get some practice in," Noire replied, walking to her door.
She walked to the nearest bus stop. After a few minutes, arrived at it amidst the traffic and people around. Not busy as a work day.
The bus arrived to take people around K-city. The range is in the northern part of the city. Noire didn't feel her scooter would make the trip.
Noire entered the passenger bus and scanned her pass. As she uses the passenger bus often at times. Thought it wouldn't hurt to get one. She got a seat in the middle, a few people on the bus. But not crowded.
She nodded while relaxing, thinking about the range. But stiffened, something is close. She looked out the window but didn't see anyone. "What?"
It felt as if someone is staring at her from that direction. But no one is looking at her. Her eyes narrowed, but someone is there, right?
Near the leaving bus, at a parking lot. The t-vehicle is parked and turned off to blend in with the other vehicles. Sure it got some looks from looking so different from other motorcycles. Its blades retraced into the fins.
Looking to be normal, but it is far from that. It found its master and is following her. While it should expose itself to her.
It must see if she is up to the challenge. After all, something fought them from forming. If that force is stopping them, caution is needed. With seeing if she can handle what's to come.
Noire is at a range. The place had a dozen spots for people to shoot. Hanging targets down where she aimed her borrowed Glock twenty. Concrete walls and floors prevent any stray bullets from harming people, as they are in a city.
Noire is leaning against a post, aiming. Her eyes are covered with eye protection with earplugs. She then fired a few shots at the target. The noise lessened by her earplugs, thankfully as others are practicing.
She looked at seeing a few in the center with one in the arm.
"Still need improvement," Noire muttered, it was a good shot. But felt she could be better.
She lowered the gun, the safety is on. But still keeping it lowered in case it fires accidentally.
Once at the clearing barrel, unloaded the magazine. Checked to see no round in the chamber.
She smiled, glad to start her next one. Sure she likes using a pistol, she wants to know how to fire a rifle. Maybe a shotgun if possible. While they don't teach shotguns, not many use them. But it never hurts.
Noire went to the table where she'll clean the Glock later. They also teach about cleaning guns and a little maintenance. As you need them clean to shoot right.
Noire picked up an M four, it wasn't loaded and had a magazine ready. An instructor is there, watching Noire.
Along with a few others who are firing. Mercenaries as they have their guns.
Keeping their skills sharp.
Noire finished loading her borrowed M four. Then took a standing position at her spot, carefully aimed. She squealed the trigger and fired. After a few rounds, looked at her target. Noticing the different hits. Not as accurate as with a pistol but close.
Noire nodded, that will do for now. While she could keep going, it was getting close to noon.
So best to stop and look at the weapons shop. After a good thirty minutes, she cleaned the borrowed guns and returned them.
The staff bid her farewell, knowing how Noire is. Still, while it doesn't seem like it. Noire is a bit strong, despite her looks.
While she is a beautiful woman, there are times when handing things. Noire shows signs of lifting it easily.
Even some heavy power pistols. Once she tried a desert eagle, they did have one out. While they were very cautious when she tried it. The thing is, Noire handled it better than most.
She was shocked at the recoil of the gun and shook from seeing the damage. But, she held it much better than a first-timer.
As if she's stronger than her looks. Even the weapon shop had said the same thing. She could wield a heavy sword, and wants to use one.
It made them wonder: who is this person?
Outside, close to the range. Noire walked out and went in the direction of the weapon shop.
It was on the right side. She took a few steps but stopped.
She frowned while looking around, feeling that same presence again.
In a small parking lot, that is by a convenience store. People moved about, getting drinks and food.
But a few are staring at a white motorcycle. Some could swear, it just drove itself there.
As for the t-vehicle, it kept following its master. She even noticed it.
Showing potential, even by the looks of it. Training for what lies ahead.
Noire growled. "Who are you?"
For a second, her eyes changed color, to green. They went back to their normal color.
Slowly, she walked to the shop. Whatever this is, it is after her.
She entered a medium building. To see racks of swords, with locks on them to prevent someone from grabbing one.
Along with display cases of various guns. Rifles are the popular choice, pistols being the next best thing.
The ammo is over by the cash register, with a few people keeping watch. As to help any customer coming in.
"Hello Noire," one of the helpers called out, to a middle-aged man. Mainly wearing a shirt and pants.
Noire waved back, still on edge. Her eyes went a claymore. It is with other swords.
This sword did have two edges, and a black-and-white grip. Others were close to it, as this was a mass-produced version.
She nearly reached for it, as that type of sword called to her. But held, the sword is locked in place.
She relaxed a little. Looking at the helper. "Hello, still carrying that, I see." She pointed at the claymore.
The helper chucked with a shrug. "What can I say, not too many want to fight as a goddess."
Noire winch a little. That term does make her a little weary. She has looked up the goddesses who ruled before. But, only found bits and pieces of them.
Nothing on how they lived, who they were. Just vague information. As they were rulers and excellent fighters who protected their people.
All pointing to saying they aren't needed. Or. She shook her head.
Those beings aren't her concern.
"Well, I just can't help but want it," Noire replied while looking at the sword.
Sure it is mass-produced but has some beauty to it. She had never seen a blacksmith make one, given how there isn't a demand for swords.
But, they did make a few with combat knives. Much easier to carry.
Still, she could see a claymore as this. The way it gleamed in the sun, a sharp blade. Silverly white, a dark blue handle. Balanced just right.
She sighed, seeing the price. While it may be cheaper than one made by a blacksmith, it still is too high.
She walked up to the cash register, her eyes went to combat knives. While they may not be her first choice, she was going to get one.
Especially with this odd feeling.
"I'm going to take the Blue Dan knife," Noire replied while pointing at the knife.
The knife had a blue handle with a silver blade. One side had a sharp edge with the other side had a serrated edge.
"Okay, but you're not taking a gun?" The helper asked, not sure why Noire wouldn't want a gun.
Noire sighed with hands on her hips. "I don't have a license yet."
The helper nodded, you need a license to carry firearms. To an extent, a sword, but not as enforced as a sword is not used much.
Mainly collectors get swords with a few used them.
The helper got one of the knives still in the box. Bringing to Noire, opening it to show it to her.
Noire could see the knife with its sheath, sure it might not be much. But better than nothing.
"I'll take it." Noire reached for her wallet to pay.
The helper nodded and showed the price by closing the box. Not that high of a price.
Noire paid and took the knife. She left the shop, taking a deep breath. Whatever is following her, it seems that they won't leave her alone.
She walked to the north part of here. She knows a spot to confront this person, she could be outnumbered if more than one.
But this is driving her crazy. Call her crazy, but this thing wants to meet her. If that is to go by.
She walked to an alleyway, it wasn't small. But had a way for her to run or possibly fight her tracker.
After a tense second, a motor was heard.
"Who are you?" Noire growled, and her eyes changed to green.
On the other entrance of the alleyway, a white motorcycle appeared. It stopped at the alleyway, facing her.
Noire gasped, that thing has no one driving it. Also, is she nuts? But that thing looks close to the one in her dreams.
"What in hell," Noire said, lost at how this thing is here. Her eyes looked around in case someone is behind her. But no sign of anyone, just her and this thing.
She glared at the bike. "Okay, you … bike. Why are you following me? What do you want?"
The motorcycle revved its engine. Then its back wheel squealed. Rushing at Noire.
Noire screamed in terror, this damn bike is going to run over her. But, a rage came to her.
This motorcycle dared to fight her. It's "master."
The t-vehicle is getting closer to Noire. Her eyes glowed with something nearly forming in them.
"You dare challenge me, my chariot," Noire spoke with authority, her right palm out. "I'm your master! Know your place."
The motorcycle kept going toward the woman. Then it slowed, it stopped a few feet in front of Noire.
It stayed in place. As waiting for her to hop on.
Noire looked at the motorcycle, her eyes looking over the vehicle. She gave a nod lowering her right hand.
Then her eyes turned back to normal.
"What?" A shocked Noire shallowed the lump in her throat. "How did I do that?"
Not only did she stop this thing, she knows it is hers. This t-vehicle is by right belongs to her: her alone.
Noire looked around, still seeing no one. She should leave, run away from this. But.
Slowly, she got on the motorcycle. Also, puts the sheathed combat knife in her back pocket. As there aren't many places on the bike. She got into position. Feeling so right for her.
It was the seat that was molded for her body. It wasn't hard but firm. The handles also felt right, as if this was a custom motorcycle made for her.
"Well," Noire said, nervous as hell. "Let's test you out."
She turned the right handle, the throttle. She moved it a little, careful to balance herself. Then pressed more, causing a curse as she blasted off. Thankfully, she got onto a road with minimal traffic.
This motorcycle was more sensitive than thought, blasting toward the outer limits of K-city.
Noire tried not to scream as she rode her new vehicle. Going past the city limits, on the highway that will lead to any other place besides this city.
She is getting the hang of it. As if she was getting instructions on driving it, she pushed the gas more. The burner roared, not spooking the rider.
No, she smirked. Feeling the rush. She could never go this fast in her cargo van. The wind on her being as she drove this motorcycle.
She could keep going, pushing this motorcycle more. But slowed down before any law enforcement comes after her for speeding.
Noire smiled while looking at her vehicle. "I can't but help like you, Cavaliere."
That name came to Noire, the name of her t-vehicle. Strange as that sounds. This motorcycle has one, with that other term.
Why is it this motorcycle came to her? Similar to her dreams, even called it her chariot? Another mystery for her to solve.
She pulled over to the side. Thinking about what to do. She spotted a race track on the left side.
"Is that one of those abandoned race tracks?" Noire tilted her head.
From what she could find, K-city used to have races. But not so much now.
She frowned and started driving toward it. After a few seconds, arrived at it. The gate seemed open, leading to a track with curves.
She stopped at one of the lanes of the track, prompting the bike in place. Getting a good look at the place.
Empty stands that are in rough shape. Broken lights are rusted. Showing it being abandoned for years.
Noire felt sadness, this shouldn't have happened. Why did they stop racing?
She sighed. "Once again, I'm getting impressions. Why can't I know the answer?"
Her t-vehicle revved. Noire looked at it.
While she didn't get closer to the answers she wanted. There is something else to take her mind off this: trying out her motorcycle.
"This one might not be the best," Noire said, thinking about what to do. "But the one east could do."
She has seen some information on the race tracks. Mainly around the north and east. If they are abandoned, maybe no one would mind her using one.
"Well, it's not like I got anything better to do." Noire smiled, at the thought of testing out this motorcycle.
It excited her. To feel the rush of speed, having no limits.
"Tomorrow, we get to race, Cavaliere," Noire said to her bike. "See what you are made of."
A roar came from the motorcycle, accepting her challenge.
Noire smiled with a nod. Seems that she wasn't so alone now, at least this thing understands her.
She positioned herself on the bike and left the race track.
Unnoticed by the young woman, a person watched this. Using the shadows to keep hidden in a dugout.
A vehicle by them.
"Why was that person here?" A female voice asked. "Hardly anyone uses this place. No, she felt the sadness or disruption of this place." She rubbed her chin.
She has been here before, wondering if she feels stuff where she lives, doing research.
An engine noise responded. As if the vehicle was answering.
The woman looked at it. "That motorcycle is like you?"
A rumble came from the vehicle.
The woman clicked her tongue looking at where Noire was. "I didn't think that was possible. I mean, yes I can't say for sure what I am. But." She hummed in thought.
For the past few months, she has been looking into her origins. But if another is like her, could they give the answers she wanted?
Also, if she's on their radar. That could mean trouble for her. A sigh came from the woman.
"What I wouldn't give for a book that explains this." An engine rumbled. Causing a growl with a glare at the vehicle.
"Don't get snappy with me. I can't help but love to read. After all, I have some theory of what I am. As if you can give me an answer. You don't speak my language, buddy."
That quieted down the vehicle.
Still, that person. She shouldn't get involved with her, but. If she can help.
"Nothing gained by sitting on the sidelines," the woman muttered, arms folded over her chest. "Still, I best observe her. Maybe learn a little."
The shadowed woman went to her vehicle and drove off. A plan to watch someone tomorrow. From what she was able to hear.
That woman will be at the eastern race track. She also has been there before, even a little in K-city. Keeping hidden as possible.
Noire reached her home, thankfully. She has a place to park her motorcycle. A small pad led to her home.
She parked it and got off. While she should go inside, she looked over her vehicle. Noticing the hidden blades when kneeling to get a closer look.
"Why do you have blades like those?" Noire muttered while rubbing her chin.
A small noise sounded, causing a frown.
"Great, I don't speak motorcycle," Noire sarcastically replied. However, why would there be blades on this thing?
She stood and noticed the buttons, feeling they are controls.
"I'll test them tomorrow," Noire replied with a nod.
She entered her home. A little drained from the past few hours. Still, could that thing be a clue to who she is?
What is certain, it came to her. Along with stopping when she ordered it, she could sense its power.
Along with being the same as her dreams. A motorcycle that is white with a person. That is no coulquence. She isn't a normal person.
That much is becoming clear.
Noire felt her heart go to her stomach. "I'm a human, aren't I? I mean, I look like one. I need to sleep, eat, and drink. But."
If she isn't a human then what in hell is she? A stray thought entered her mind.
"That's impossible," Noire muttered in disbelief. "I can't be a goddess. I know there isn't that much information on them. But…"
She lost her voice thinking about this. From what she found, goddesses were adept at fighting.
Maybe wield a sword, as she wanted to do. Even a hint that they have vehicles. That is bonded to them.
Nothing could be made by humans, special ones that embody the goddess.
But, if she was one. Wouldn't she wake up in a sacred site? With her followers waiting for her arrival. Not on the outskirts of a city.
A shiver ran down her spine. What if, she wasn't needed? If that were true, why was she born, if that can be applied?
Would they leave her alone? She wasn't interested in bringing down wrath on the people who seemed to be doing fine. Or is there unrest?
Noire shook her head. "Now I'm going insane. I can't be a goddess. Even if I were, what good would it do? Monsters are handled, and things are peaceful. No room for a random goddess to come in and gunk up the system.
"I'm not needed." She hugged herself. "I can't be. Or am I missing some information that would explain my presence? If that is the case, what is it?"
For the young woman, a possible answer is coming. But, it only brings more questions.
In the office that housed information on K-city. A young woman sat at her desk, and the supervisor that saw the share made something.
This is her office. A modest one with a desk with a computer. Various folders there. But she is looking over a makeshift scrapbook.
It was clippings of her earliest childhood.
"About twenty years, wasn't it?" She muttered, a hand over the collection of articles of a goddess.
The one who ruled over K-city, or how it came to be named it. While you could say things are going well for humans.
The monsters can be dealt with. Along with having a government that they run. But, to her. Things are different below the surface.
Sure they aren't ruled by the goddesses anymore. Given that the last ones gave their lives to stop something. Leading to the current era. But, the three rose with power.
Despite being humans for the most part. Still, they came in and organized things into the current government as a goddess. Only run by them. Each one is in a city, but not the fourth. That one seems to be a part of something, only no information on it.
Then, the three are odd at times. Given goddesses were a bit odd. But seemed to think of the good for the people. Well, expect one or two.
Along with that, why was their history of them removed? Barely any information about them. Just surface-level stuff. What they were with their vehicles.
The woman sighed while looking at the pictures of the previous goddess. "You were wonderful. Racing fast with a knack for fighting."
She couldn't help but love that goddess. She was a bit rough but could be soft. A smart ruler.
"Would she approve of what has happened? The city lost its roots, no longer racing with advancing as it did. Sure we made things back then, but now." The woman sighed at it.
It seems they now only exported stuff. Certain things such as vehicles, and weapons. With others doing food and components.
As if they are preparing for war. But who are they facing? Along with that city, as it seems things go to it. Not all of it but enough for it to show they are using them.
Leading to the question, why? Is it because the goddesses are coming back? Or something to do with this hidden war? Only monsters are a threat right now. But they are held at bay by mercenaries and armed forces. While contracted, mercenaries do the job well enough.
Unless more drastic action is needed, the armed forces move in. Keeping things under control.
All things considered, it is peaceful enough to where goddesses aren't needed. So why?
The next day. Noire rode her motorcycle toward the eastern race track. Wearing a blue shirt and dark grey jeans. Her hair is in pigtails with black ribbons.
Sure she knows that Cavaliere is hers. But the way it appeared is creepy with being so advanced. Sure she isn't an expert on motorcycles but could tell that Cavaliere is special.
Thankfully, the race track is open to where she can enter. She stopped and propped up to look around.
She could see the stands, that used to have so many people come to watch the races. The track is circular but bigger than the northern one. With lights rusted and broken.
Noire frowned. Why does this enrage her? Feeling this was a part of their history. Only to be forgotten by someone who didn't believe in it.
She shook her head. "Not now, we have a test."
Cavaliere revved at that statement.
Noire smirked giving a soft pat on the motorcycle. "Someone is ready."
Cavaliere's engine roared. Noire used the handle to fire up her motorcycle with the brake on. The burner is lite.
"Time for no limits," Noire muttered, a soft glow from her eyes.
She got into position.
After a few seconds, Noire turned the handle and let go of the brake, blasting off. She could feel the wind again. Along with … cheering? The crowds celebrate the race. Watching as racers raced with their vehicles.
The lone motorcycle turned as the curve came up. Noire pushed her motorcycle, the burner giving off its flame.
She did two laps, feeling the wind and the rush. A sense of joy came to her, feeling a part of her wanted this. To race against another, bring back this joy to others.
But for now, time to test Cavaliere's buttons.
Noire pushed the right button. Instantly, the right blade came out. She did the next one, the same thing.
"Okay, you have weapons," Noire said, even while driving. She could press those buttons. She tapped the top and screamed as Cavaliere did a wheelie.
For a second, it looked as if the front wheel would change. But Noire slowed down before something could take place. The t-vehicle lowered, back to being on two wheels.
Once she was able to stop, Noire took deep breaths to still her racing heart. Still, what was that? It seems her motorcycle is more than a vehicle, it acted as a weapon.
But why would, her musing stop at feeling something amiss? Her eyes turned green and looked at a place. She growled.
She pointed her motorcycle and raced to a dugout. It didn't seem anyone was there, but she felt a presence. One that was invading.
She rushed over there to hear a motor. Someone was there, then something rushed past her left. She cursed and moved to the right side before something else came after her. As there is a wall there, getting out of the line of sight.
Once by the wall, Noire got off her motorcycle and hugged the wall for cover. "Who are you?" She screamed to the person.
Silence followed for tense seconds. Was this a person who is using this place to live? It didn't seem to law enforcement, as they would call out to her. Not fire something.
"I should ask that," a female replied after a minute.
Noire growled, her eyes flashing something else. But still in her spot. She has no weapons, and this person has something.
"I'm not giving my name out to an invader." Noire gasped, why did she call this person that? But it felt that whoever this is, they don't belong there.
A tongue clicked. "You can feel that?"
Noire growled, her eyes back to normal. "Yes, don't ask me why. Only that, your someone who needs permission to be here."
A hum was heard. Then a reply came, "So you are different. I hid, hoping you wouldn't notice me. But you sensed me, how interesting with being annoying."
Noire clenched her fists. It seems this person knows something, sure she is hungry for answers. But not under attack.
"What do you want with me?" Noire demanded.
"I guess the same as you," the voice replied. "The reason why we exist. What is our purpose in being here."
Noire frowned, that sounded like her. Wanting to know why she is here and what purpose she serves. Just like any other person.
"Maybe, but I don't trust someone who shot at me," Noire growled at the person. "You could have hurt me and Cavaliere!"
A hum came. "Cavaliere, the name of your t-vehicle. By which came to you, its master. Probably tested you to see if you could control it. All the while, don't know why … we have such things."
Noire clicked her tongue. "Right, but who are you? As you seem to know about me."
Noire waited, looking for anything to use as a weapon. A gun would be helpful right now. Unless Cavaliere could tackle this person or such.
Then a motor roared, not Cavaliere but seems to have the same power. She narrowed her eyes. Could it be that this person has a t-vehicle like her?
"I guess to make it even," the female replied. "The name that my t-vehicle goes by is Karuta. Along with that, it wants to race against yours."
Noire looked at her t-vehicle. Odd, she could feel that indeed Cavaliere did want to race against this Karuta.
"Are these … things alive?" Noire asked, looking at the spot again.
A sigh could be heard. "That is up for debate. They do have a mind, to say the least. Along with the oddity of having such a thing. No one should have them, but only a 'certain group' did."
Noire gulped. "You're not saying that…" She couldn't finish that statement, afraid of what it entailed.
"You've come to that same conclusion," the voice replied, her tone tense.
Noire shook her head. "I don't believe that. How could it be possible that we would be those beings? I'm a human, I have to be!"
Silence came, but a sigh of melancholy came. "Sad to say, if we are them. We have to know that means. As much as we want to be normal. We need to face the possibility of being goddesses. No point in running from that truth."
Noire slammed a fist on the wall. "If I'm a goddess. Why was I born? Can you tell me that?!"
The female didn't answer but heard footsteps. Noire growled.
"Your leaving."
"Yes, for I want to research more. You've helped me some. But let me give you some advice. Be careful."
Noire lowered her head. "Of who? I don't want trouble."
The female clicked her tongue. "So do I, but sad to say. I know that a group is on the lookout for goddesses."
Noire gasped. "What? Sure I haven't been looking into stuff like that, but."
"I know," the female replied seriously. "You think that they wouldn't be hunting us? But, for some reason. There is a special group or such, keeping an eye out for goddesses. Rumors spoke of one that appeared in S-city."
Noire knows that city, it is near forests or at least grasslands. As this one makes things, that city focuses on components. "What happened to her?"
"Nothing concrete," the female replied. "That she wasn't real, or driven underground because they found her. Even killed her before she could get strong enough to defend herself. Whatever it is, be careful. As we both know. They've been erasing the history of the goddesses. That is odd by itself. Sure you can argue they aren't needed.
"But, if what I've read is right. The previous goddesses fought something and died in that battle. Leaving humans to govern themselves. Then why erase that?"
Noire shivered, that is a good point. Sure you need to keep some information secret, but why on goddesses who fought and died for everyone? They could honor their sacrifice by letting people know. But hardly anything left on them.
"If this is right, would they come after us?" Noire asked.
"I go with yes," the female answered. "I've been collecting information. By all accounts, they don't want the goddesses to come back. Sure I can see that they might not be needed. But, if … we were born because something is wrong. Then we may be needed to become goddesses. Either way, watch your ass."
Noire heard the person getting into their t-vehicle. She growled and decided to throw caution into the wind. She rushed to get a look at the person given how they know who she is.
She hears wheels moving. She is at the spot to see a kart moving away from her. While it seems to be a kart, it was higher off the ground. It is a Trailmaster XRX three hundred.
Noire could barely make out the red coloring, the seats white with an orange steering wheel. The lights turned on to blind her.
Noire cursed while covering her eyes to see a woman. She couldn't tell her height, as she is sitting, but noticed brown hair with blue eyes glaring at her.
"I don't want to be seen," she growled while raising a pistol, by the looks of it. It is a desert eagle, a soft white color.
Noire tensed, then an engine roared. Instantly, Cavaliere by its master. Blades out along with revving its motor. Ready to charge at the kart.
"Well, your t-vehicle is ready to defend you. I expect nothing less," the woman said, still pointing her desert eagle at Noire.
Noire growled and her eyes turned green, with something nearly forming in her right hand.
The woman gasped, seeing the change. "I didn't think you could do that."
Noire glowed and seemed to get something, but spotted the woman's eyes. They are blue but became red like hers. Only did it look something formed in them? As a glowing icon but faded.
"What in hell, when can you change your eyes?" Noire questioned, hoping that was a trick from being blinded.
"Damn, the signs are becoming clear," the woman said. "We might be awakening into goddesses. A t-vehicle alone was far-fetched. But for our eyes to change color, that's no small thing. All my books did say goddesses could transform into a battle form. If this is anything to go by."
Noire growled. "Enough jerking me around!" Her eyes glowed.
Cavaliere glowed. It started sparking, the fins spreading a little, a blue glow coming from them, the motor roaring.
The woman gulped, seeing the motorcycle transforming. Then looked at Noire, seeing the glow coming from her eyes. "Stop! This will alert them, we can't have them learn about this."
Noire snarled at her. "I don't take orders from you. You threaten me with your gun. That calls for…" Noire's eyes stopped glowing while holding her head.
The woman could see the glow from the two lessen. Slowly she lowered her pistol, she already made things worse with it. But, she felt threatened by Noire. Despite coming here to watch her. Is she reacting to this person?
Noire's motorcycle calmed down, no longer glowing.
"What the," Noire said, lost at what she was about to do. Her eyes back to being red.
"You need to keep a lid on that," the woman sighed. "I —we— nearly transformed into our battle forms. That would be bad."
Noire looked at her, seeing those eyes back to blue. "You almost changed. Is that why you got Karuta?"
The woman clicked her tongue. "I've already put too much at risk. I should've kept away from you. But still." She hummed in thought.
Noire balled her fists. "Not going to answer me. Fine."
The woman seemed to be glaring at her but revved her kart. "Good luck with keeping safe. As for me, I'm out of here." She pushed the gas.
Noire growled, ready to get out of the way. Only for the kart to go backward. Leading to outside. She shifted the gear and turned to the left. Blasting off.
Noire got on her t-vehicle and went after her. Sure she might not get any answers from this person. But wants to see who this is.
By the time she got out. The kart is on the highway, going north by the looks of it.
"Cavaliere," Noire said, revving her motorcycle. "Get ready for a chase!"
Her t-vehicle roared when the gas was pushed. She could catch up with that person. She could see that person did have brown hair.
Noire should catch up in no time, as a kart shouldn't be fast as her motorcycle.
But to her shock, she could see the woman pressing something. Then the kart blasted off.
"What?!" Noire couldn't believe it. That thing has a booster.
While she could catch up to that person. The thing is that they have a head start and now. She widened the gap.
Noire cursed while pulling over. Not only did she learn that she might be a goddess. That there are at least two of them running around.
Or if what that woman said, the other one might be dead or locked up. No telling when based on a rumor.
Caliber rumbled at losing to this. As it wanted to be challenged by another t-vehicle, only for that thing to get a head start.
What a cheap way to win.
As for the retreating woman. She growled while trying to calm down. Not only did she get seen.
That black-haired woman helped in confirming what she feared. That she is a goddess. That could be a nice thing to be, but not now. When you have a hunting party going after them.
"As if I wanted to be born one," the retreating woman growled, gripping her steering wheel.
What choice did she have once born? It wasn't, "hello I want to be a goddess" was a choice they gave when being born.
"Why couldn't I just stay as an author? Not this crazy goddess bullshit. Sure I felt things could be better, but." She lost her voice at where this is going.
She has made it where she can live peacefully, but to find out this.
She can't deny that somehow she is a goddess. Born for some reason that she doesn't understand. The other one could keep denying it.
But sadly, it seems fate has other plans for them.
That became clear at finding another like her. One goddess could be a fluke, but not three if she counted the others.
Confirming that something is lurking in the shadows. But what is it? Along with why have the goddesses returned.
She gulped at a thought. "Is it possible, I'm a copy of a previous goddess? As I've read a goddess could be reborn but."
That is what bothered her the most. She wasn't herself, but a copy that came to be.
If so, then who was she? Just some outdated thing. An ancient being that is no longer needed.
That made her frustrated beyond anything.
Not being needed with just being a clone of someone who lived.
Then, what was the point of her being born?
That eats at her while driving back to her home.
To be continued.
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