TTGL: Brothers to the End.
Omake Issue 5: Ode to Kamina.
A/N: Sorry about the delay, I'm currently blighted by that fear inflicting disease known as writer's block. The Omake winner didn't get back to me and my idea well is currently at a low. Because of this, I have turned to poetry… This might not be appreciated but oh well.
On a side note I may cut the omake down to one a month to free up some time. If you guys particularly like the omakes and want to keep them weekly then make sure to tell me and I'll reconsider. Reviews please.
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What is a man?
It is viewed by our society as an adult male, a sorry assumption indeed
For real men have no age, as shown by my hero
Kamina may not be real but he left a very real mark on so many people
And at seventeen he is by far the greatest man I know
Fiery spirit and ambition are his creed, his dreams what set him apart
His message to never look back and push for you goals
Rang true to me and gave me hope in a grey world
Like Simon I was lost and in doubt
But it was Kamina, not some real guy, who helped me get out
A pillar of badass masculinity and an epic hero
But who felt human, had weaknesses and fears
His brother, his girlfriend, his mecha, dreams and life
Everything he loved given up in the fight
And though he was with us for only eight episodes
He carved out a spot in each of our souls to fill
Because the real measure of a man is not wealth, fame or power
As we are forced to believe by those that surround us
But by the impact we leave, how we choose to give our lives
To never give up and always fight, never cower
Fuck your celebrities and 'role model' slags
We side with real inspirational figures, however fictional they may be
So raise up your arms and shout with pride
We side with Kamina be he dead or alive
Ask them to answer just one simple question
WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK WE ARE!
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A/N: Just kidding! Wouldn't leave you with that. On with the real omake lol.
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Omake V: Leeron.
Viral walked through the deserted corridors, his commander uniform worn proudly like a badge of honour. He'd come so far in life that it boggled belief. At the same time though, so little had changed. While his rank and power had spiralled to ever greater heights, his body had remained the same, trapped forever at the same age due to Lordgenome. It was a blessing and a curse he mused idly, thinking on how old everyone looked now, those young children he had first met now old men and women.
He passed through a door, entering into a large chamber filled with screens and computer terminals. The room was a hustle of activity as numerous scientists and technicians set about their jobs with a passion that only geeks could produce. Many of them Viral had known all of their lives, seen them grown from babies into renown geniuses.
At the centre of the room was the man that Viral needed to see. The lanky body, strange dress sense, light green hair and somewhat disturbing face meant that he was easy to pick out in a crowd. Leeron Littner, Head Scientist of the Galactic Federation.
Leeron saw the approaching beastman and waved at him with an over-dramatic flourish of the hand. Viral shuddered slightly. Despite the amount of time he had known the man, he still was creeped out by him.
"What brings you into my lair, honey." winked the scientist with a flirty smile. "Come for a sneaky little favour?"
Viral resisted the urge to punch him. He repressed the feeling of bloodlust and proceeded to Leeron's side.
"President Rossiu wanted me to deliver the new combat performance data to you. He mentioned you had some improved systems for me to inspect too." the commander said, indicating the envelope he was holding.
"Ooh yeah. I've got some real beauties here for you. Although, if you would come over to my private room I could show you the really impressive technology." Leeron teased suggestively.
"Just show me the stuff before I disfigure your damn face." growled Viral testily. Leeron complied, teasing the beastman throughout the entire exchange. He was glad when he was finally able to depart the man's company. He really needed a member of staff solely to deal with the pesky technology whore.
"I don't understand him either." commented one of Viral's officers over lunch later that day. "I mean, gender and personality aside, how the hell does he still look so young?"
"You're right." agreed Viral, thinking the matter over for the first time. "I've known him for decades and he doesn't look a day older."
"Its probably make-up. You know what he's like." commented a trooper light-heartedly. "He's more make-up than man."
"He doesn't wear make-up." replied Viral dryly. "It was only invented a few years ago."
"Dear God." choked the trooper.
Another soldier huddled closer to them. In a conspiring whisper he give his view point. "I've heard that he kidnaps women, kills them then steals their skin. That's why it looks so unnatural."
Viral considered this. It would have fit if not for the lack of abundant women through most of the man's life. "No, it's not that."
A new recruit piped in. "Well they say that semen is good for the skin."
Viral shot him. "Never EVER put that kind of imagery into my head.
"Sorry…Sir" moaned the recruit as he limped away to the medical bay.
"What are you dashing young men talking about?" came an ominous feminine voice. Leeron plonked himself in the now vacant seat next to Viral and draped his arms around the commander. Viral clutched his spoon with murderous intent. "Oh, you want to spoon me?"
Viral dropped the spoon as though it was boiling hot. His face turned a shade of green.
The officer tried to divert the situation. "So, er, Leeron…How is it that you still look so young?"
Leeron eyed the group mischievously. "Do you really want to know?"
They thought about it. "Ah. On second thoughts, no. No we don't."
"Well I'll tell you anyway." the scientist beamed. "Beastman DNA. Viral's to be precise."
The commander shot him a venomous look that was tinged with curiosity. Anger was definitely winning out though.
"Lordgenome's computers explained how the beastmen regenerated during sleep. It also explained Viral's immortality. By stealing some of his blood I was able to augment myself to never age." Leeron told them with a wink.
Viral bared his teeth. "You stole my blood!" he hissed.
"Yessums."
"And gave yourself my DNA?"
"Yep. We're technically twins now." Leeron giggled rubbing his cheek against Viral's face.
"I will KILL YOU!" howled Viral. He rewrapped the spoon and lunged at the man. Leeron leapt up and began to run, Viral close on his heels.
"Help me! He's trying to spoon me! The commander is a furry sexual deviant!" shouted Leeron as he sped through the canteen.
"I'll furry you, bastard!" roared Viral, firing off a few shots with his pistol.
"He wants to furry me!"
"Godamnit! I'm getting a restraining order on you!"