Underlying Personalities.
A Get Backers Fan Fiction
By: Cauryn Terenkey.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Get Backers characters.
Hakkai sat down after a hard day of work. Now 14, he was beginning to perfect his fighting style, and was preparing to graduate the university the Brain Trust had set up in Babylon City. He was top of his class too, and was full and ready to rub it in Akabane's face when he returned.
If he returned, that was. The war was toning down, but the danger was still there. So far, all of Akabane's letters had come up with only good news of who was winning and of his patients. The most recent was a young boy, suffering from an infected wound. In the letter, Akabane had mentioned he had been successful in treating the wound, and the child's fever had gone down.
Making a worm hole, Hakkai returned home and flopped down on his bed, sighing. He and Akabane had never made up after the fight two years before, and he didn't think that they ever would. Hakkai scowled, sat up, and shoved thoughts of his brother to the back of his head as he turned to his computer to hack into Fast Buy's security system to watch the Nerd Squad scatter once he shut their systems down.
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Akabane stared blankly at the unmarked grave in front of him. The boy he had been looking after had passed away suddenly the previous night. One of his fellow surgeons, an older man who had seen his fair share of death, came up behind him, and placed a hand on Akabane's shoulder.
"Go take a break, You could use the rest." He said, patting the 17 year olds shoulder.
"…yeah…" Akabane said. He remained where he was though, and when he did move, it wasn't in the direction of the tents. He headed out into the gathering darkness, where he could hear the sounds of the fight going on.
It didn't take his long to find the battle field, and he walked through it calmly, ignoring the bombs that had been sent to far, landing hear him. He did dodge when one came too close, landing behind an old truck beside a soldier. The man, despite Akabane's white coat, mistook him for a comrade, and gripped his shoulder.
"You okay there, son?" Akabane didn't answer, just looked at the man. "Good, getting pretty ugly out there, must've just come in, eh?" Again, Akabane remained silent. "And here they come, get ready, there's a fair sized group of those bastards commin'." Akabane looked over the trucks side, to see about 20 enemy soldiers rushing towards the tipped vehicle. "Get your gun ready boy." But Akabane was already gone, the scalpels he kept in his pocket (just in case) appearing, four in each hand.
He didn't pay attention to the guns pointed at him, all he could see were the weak points in the armor where he could plunge the tiny knives into exposed vital points. He got one man across the throat, and froze as the still warm blood splattered his face. The few enemy soldiers that were still up also paused, wondering what would happen. Akabane looked up at one, his eyes screaming for blood while he remained stationary and his face expressionless, and by the time the man began to fire, Akabane was already at his side.
Several of Akabane's fellows began to cheer him on as they shot at the majority coming, but Akabane started to engage in combat closer to where they were firing, often killing before a target could be hit, then moving out of the way of the bullet. When the wave was done, a large man, nearly as broad as he was tall, slapped Akabane on the back.
"Son, that was something else to watch! Never seen hand to hand combat like it!" He laughed. "You sure made short work of them, what were you using?" Akabane held up a bloody hand, revealing his stained scalpels. Someone whistled.
"Those things do some damage. Tiny, but they pack a punch." They said, toeing a dead enemy.
"Some of these cuts look a bit like a J."
"You from the medical tents?" The first man asked, and Akabane saw from his dog tags that his name was Shirani.
"Why yes." Akabane smiled. "I am, thank you for noticing, Shirani."
"First, call me Shira, second, why the hell are you out here?"
"Is it a problem?" Akabane asked, his eyes glinting. Shira laughed heartily.
"A problem! You bet it is! You should'a been put out here!" He clapped Akabane's shoulder again. "You're one hellava fighter kid. We could use someone like you out here."
"Shira! Here comes the next wave!"
"Right on. Re-load and get into position." He turned to Akabane with a grin. "Can those knives of yours go another round, Jackal?" Akabane gave him a look at the newfound nickname, but inspected the blades and nodded. At the command. 'Open fire!' from Shira, Akabane was out in the thick of it again, clouding his mind with bloodshed.
*****
When he was back in the tents, Akabane sat by the fire, holding a cup of coffee. He had shed his bloodied coat, and had several wounds he had not noticed receiving treated. Many of the Soldiers that came and went had begun to call him 'Dr. Jackal' as they passed. Akabane almost smirked at this. He saw what they were saying, he seemed to be quiet and professional on the surface, but several had gotten to see the killer unleashed.
Akabane's hands began to tremble a bit in excitement. Bloodshed helped him forget. It was so much easier to end life than to try and save it. How had he not seen it before? It was so easy, too easy… He didn't notice when he dropped his cup, the liquid nearly putting the fire out. He didn't move for hours. And he didn't respond to anyone trying to get his attention.
Akabane only began to register things again when he walked into the limitless fortress, feeling that overwhelming sense of power flow through him. He let himself be led up to the top floors in silence, still slightly withdrawn. Hakkai came running down the hall, Kagami close on his heels to greet Akabane. His hair was long, nearly reaching his shoulders, and his eyes held the story of pain and death that veterans often held in their eyes.
"Bane-Kun! You're okay!" Hakkai nearly laughed, grinning. The escort beside him shook their head.
"He's still in a state of shock, apparently. A young patient died suddenly, after showing signs that he was well on his way to recovery. He went out after that, right into the front lines of the battle, became a shell after wards."
"Hey, Medic boy. You in there?" Kagami asked, waving a hand in Akabane's face.
"Bane-kun!" Hakkai snapped, irritated that his brother wasn't answering. The man whispered in Hakkai's ear, making him blink in surprise.
"Really?"
"Just try."
"Dr. Jackal?" Hakkai tested the name uncertainly, surprised when Akabane looked at him, his eyes going into focus.
"Yes? How have you been, little brother?" Akabane smiled, but it was different than before. Sadistic.
"Don't scare us like that!" Hakkai snapped. "We'll get him from here, thanks." He nodded at the escort, who bowed and vanished. "Are you okay, Bane-kun?"
"I am quite alright. A few minor scars, but nothing lethal." Akabane answered. "And a new tattoo to show, too." Hakkai and Kagami both stopped dead in their tracks as Akabane rolled up the sleeve on his left arm up to his shoulder, to reveal a tattoo on the side of his upper arm. "One of the soldiers I met designed this himself."
"Sweet." Kagami grinned. The boys fell into talking, but Akabane soon withdrew back into himself, watching the city below from the window in his and Hakkai's room. He looked over to the bed, seeing his worn, once black now gray, bag sitting there, seeming to encourage the thoughts in his head. Without a second thought, he walked over an opened it, withdrawing several boxes of unused, sterilized scalpels.
;*;
Hakkai and Kagami jumped as a scream rent the silence of the night, alerting not only them but others in the halls outside the home. He and the glass user burst into the room, just as the last of the glowing knives plunged into Akabane without a trace. He looked at them with hazed vision, unable to feel the sharp contact of the floor on his knees or upper body and face as he collapsed completely, through the pain he was experiencing from the act he had just completed. There was blood everywhere, some still running from the gaping wounds on Akabane's hands and left shoulder. One of the medics ran in not long after the boys did, immediately setting to work with his specialized healing. Kagami picked up the discarded boxes, counting the total.
"How many?" Hakkai asked.
"108. There were 54 in each box. And these were fresh packages." Kagami said, holding up the slim boxes. Akabane groaned when he was put onto a stretcher, soon hurried out of the room. "He's harnessed his full abilities." Kagami said. Hakkai looked over at the glass user with a quirked eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"He accepted his main weapon as a part of his body. Take me for example, glass is in my blood. I have built up an endurance for powdered glass since I was small." Kagami explained. Hakkai looked at his hands, coating them in the darkness he used.
;*;
Akabane slipped on the long black coat he had been eying for weeks now. It felt good.
"How does it fit, sir?" asked the store clerk. Akabane smiled at him.
"Do you a have a hat to match?"
"Right this way!"
Akabane followed the man to an extensive hat rack, and saw it right away. A wide brimmed black hat, much like a sunhat. He grabbed it without hesitation, setting it onto his head.
"It looks magnificent!" the clerk said. Akabane caught the slight tremor in his voice, the sweaty hands, and smirked. Perfect.
"How much, my dear clerk?" He asked with his fake, sweet smile. The clerk gave him the total, and Akabane placed it in cash on the counter, then walked out, waving over his shoulder as the clerk attempted to call him back for his change. Akabane gripped the rim of the hat with his gloved left hand, tugging it down a tad as he looked up at the limitless fortress. The massive structure was blocking the sun, and he suddenly didn't feel like going back quite yet. He wandered the streets, and chanced by an underground club. He went inside for a quick drink, and found himself chatting with a regular there as he also got a small meal.
Upon leaving the club that night, he smiled as he tilted his hat again. He just may come back. Babylon city was getting quite boring. Many things that had kept him amused before the war hardly kept him entertained now. Perhaps it was time to move on…
And we finally get to see the Akabane we all know and love! don't worry, this overly long flashback is nearly over. Just wait until you get to chapter 12. you. will. love. it.
.....i hope. i do XXD see you all next time!
Thankx for your time!!!
