So...everything is so nice at the temple, very buisy with the sevice of Sri-Sri Radha Krishna, many plot bunnys that requires my attention and cooking, cooking and more cooking.
oh, and live streaming Harinama since...you know, it's the best thing in the world and all that.
so yeah...lifes good!
Now this chapter...this is were things get interesting...very, interesting.
Nanashi ran, he had no time to lose. He was practically dragging Asahi as they rushed through Tokyo as if the army of hell and heaven were at his heels.
'I have to reach Flynn before…' He couldn't finish his thought. The image of the fake burned deep in his memory. His skin may have darkened, his hair curled and his dress changed…But Aigis…Aegis…Nanashi was not fooled. He knew Yuki's face, He knew his eyes…
In his bed, Yuki laid still, his heart silent and his skin a molted gray…
'I've failed…'
The servant of Krishna tripped on his bad foot and fell to the ground like sack of brick, bringing his sister down with him. He now knew what Krishna had been hiding.
He was not Akira…had never been Akira.
It was simple logic really. If Yuki was real, it meant that Aigis was real also, and since Nanashi was remembering memories in the perspective of this gynoid…
'How can I be so dumb? It was so oblivious!' Maybe. No. not maybe, Nanashi knew Krishna was behind this…He was the cause of everything after all. 'Once this is over, I need to ask him…' the servant of God got back to his feet…if he asked his master, would the Lord tell him the truth?
Krishna didn't need too…and Nanashi, Aigis…whomever they were, had no position to demand anything.
Nanashi began running again...praying to God, to Krishna that they could reach Flynn and Isabeau in time.
And Krishna in all this?
He waited…Knowing the outcome.
On Ginza, at the cross-walk. History was about to be made. Flynn held the legendary sword to what he hopped really was the head of Masakado ; a boulder that had fallen from ther firmamant, disloged , ready to commune with the powerful deity.
'And once again, I'm seeing history in the making. 'Junpei thought as he proudly gazed at Flynn. 'But this time, it would be remembered by all…and our messiah will survive the ordeal and lead us all to a brighter future.'
It was funny how he came to be at this position. Junpei had been exterminating demons left and right, getting back in his A-game for the eventual confrontation with Krishna…and Nanashi, when the duo of saviour jumped in to save his sorry ass from a horde.
As it turned out, he had lost more power than expected; even Trismegistu had reverted back to Hermes. It was not after he had managed to gain the help of the samurai of hope and his lovely partner that the Boss realised how powerful those where.
Junpei knew he would not be able to face the Hindu deity…He may have been…no, he had done nothing to Nyx; It had been Yuki's sacrifice that sealed the thirteenth arcana, death itself with his own soul…
But…Flynn and Isabeau where known for performing miracles and killing more fearsome god then Krishna. The Hindu god of 'love' wouldn't stand a chance against the power couple. And since Nanashi obliviously saw Flynn as a role-model…He would listen to the samurai of hope more than his own Old man.
Speaking of Flynn the samurai of hope now held the gigantic Katana in front of the boulder, the head of the great Masakado. Junpei's heart began thrumming hard, and his left side began twitching…He was about to see history being made…a history everyone would remember, and one that did not required the sacrifice of a messiah.
"DAD! FLYNN!" Junpei heard his daughter… "we made it!"
'Oh boy…what did she do now, and why didn't Nanashi stop her.' As he turned around to face his own flesh and blood, the Boss could not help but dread what would happen next. 'no…relax, it may be something as simple as them just being at the same place at the same time…it's not like Flynn's presence in Ginza was unknown to them…' he tried to convince himself without much success.
Behind Nanashi 's Krishna hovered close, his face still infuriatingly passive, and his left hand possessively on Nanashi's shoulder. The Boss narrowed his eyes…Good thing Flynn was so close. 'Just you wait demon…you'll get what's coming.'
"Asahi, Aegis…what brought you here?" Junpei asked while still keeping an eye on the 'friendly' deity.
"Ah…well…umm…you see…" Asahi stuttered, and the boss felt his blood run cold…it definitely wasn't to see history happen.
"We freed Makoto Yuki from his seal…" Nanashi revealed, his voice monotone, his posture stiff… his eyes filled with dread. Behind him, Krishna lowered his head, and the boss could have sworn a tear fell from his hidden eyes.
"You what?" The Boss asked, not sure if he heard correctly. But one thing was for sure…he didn't like it. And unfortunately, he could not ground them anymore…they were hunters, adults.
He could not protect them anymore.
Suddenly, Junpei felt a heavy presence oozing in on the samurai. The shades danced unnaturally, his left side quivered with spasm and a feeling of pure dread crawled up his spine.
Nyx loomed over them, their presence heavy and foreboding.
"If I were you, Flynn, I would not awakened Masakado." A friendly voice spoke, the treat clear under the casual veneer.
The two samurai looked around to see where the voice came from. Suddenly, the shadows coalesced and a young man emerged from them. He was smartly dressed, sported a fedora with a peacock feather on his messy blue hair, held a golden flute to his lips and gave off the same feeling as a reaper. The human like demon floated off the ground, his living shadow keeping his aloft. He had his back to the boss and his two charge…effectively blocking him from aiding Flynn.
The boss took his (real) gun…That thing was definitely not human, but rare where those who could survive a death round to the back. And then his plan disappeared where are the good ideas went to die, for two powerful presences appeared in a flash of lightning and a flurry of clover.
"Greeting Flynn, My name is Krishna, of the divine powers." He greeted, tipping his hat with a puppet like flourish. "The divine power has only but one goal; the salvation of the entire world." He explains without much prompting.
In Junpei's mind, he could only curse a salty storm. He knew Krishna was bad news…but two Krishnas!?
"It's not Krishna…" Nanashi mumbled, his boy looked…so distraught, his eyes never leaving the Divine power's defacto leader.
'He told me it was Yuki…What the hell's going on?'
"What do you mean by salvation? And why did you prevent me from awakening Masakado?" The samurai of hope asked, on edge at the sight of Krishna.
The supernatural youth tilted his head. "I serve neither Merkabah nor Lucifer. My salvation is for the good of humanity." Krishna smile did not reach his eyes…they were dull and lifeless. Like the rest of him.
Junpei took a chance a took a furtive glance at the black, marble like Krishna hovering behind his son…even this piece of shadow held more life this this demon made of flesh, blood and ether.
Flynn took a step back, his hand hovering over his gauntlet.
"So, there are demons that have decided not to side with Merkabah and Lucifer, and you speak for them?" Isabeau asked, trying to defuse the situation.
Krishna gave off a chilling chuckle. "In a way…"
"Oh Hell!" It didn't take a genius to know were thing would go, and Junpei could only hope for some kind of miracle. Flynn was their messiah, send by the Great Will…there was no way the Great Will would let something like that happen…right?
Krishna's countenance grew stony as the shadows around began to swell, following his mood shift. "This world is controlled by a "creator" who has no qualm calling himself the one true god." He sneered, his dull eyes somehow gaining a spark of life. "It was he who sealed Humans in cages of flesh and threw them in this accursed universe, bound by words and endless reactions."
Behind him, the boss could feel Nanashi's Krishna bristle, letting out a low growl.
'Well…now I know my problem's not happy with the other one…'
"We are all merely pawns of the creator." The gold and blue lightening demon spoke as he clenched his fist.
"and we're all bloody tired of bein' his puppets!" spat the leather clad skeleton.
"Such insolence will not be forgiven, God will die for it!" The dark skinned youth sneered, the expression foreign of his otherwise pleasant face.
Suddenly, the Junpei felt a powerful demon right beside him. He turned to face the sudden treat when he realized that it was only Nanashi. His adopted son's eyes had gained a reddish glow, and a look of pure determined murder twisted his face.
This was not the baby who was always sick; this was not the boy who could not eat anything except canned vegetables and chemical fertiliser. It was not the child who broke his foot playing soccer with his sister...
This…was the green haired, golden eyed demon child the boss managed to pass for a Human orphan…and the underfed, sickly cadet who disembowelled Adramelech with a shovel and pierced the firmament with a laser.
'Nozomi may not have exaggerated when she told me what he did.' Junpei belatedly realised as he looked at his adopted son from the corner of his eye. If not for Krishna's hands on his shoulder, the Boss was certain the other one would be but another greasy smear on the pavement. But the question remained…what had triggered Nanashi' fulgurent aggression?
"Flynn…" the other Krishna spoke, his voice back to be a polite soprano. It dragged Junpei's attention away from his fuming son and to the present exchange. "Will you be our saviour, our Kalki?" The demon presented his outstretched palm to Flynn. The Messiah looked at the offered hand, silent.
Those few moment's where…not as nerve wracking as the morning events…but very close to it.
"And what if I refuse?" Flynn asked with narrowed eyes. His entire posture tensed, ready to fight.
"then your' impudence will be met by force." The blue and gold deity declared as he aimed his wicked spear at Flynn shooting a deadly bolt of lightning at the samurai. But, at the great relief of all of those present, he dodge it, his sword at the ready.
"Woops, Yah missed him Odin. Something's wrong with yer eye me think." The Irish deity barked in laughter.
"I did not miss him Dadga." Odin coolly replied. "Flynn is simply better at dodging…"
"Sore looser…too bad for the wench though." Dadga peered behind the two hunters and the 'persona', his 'smile' now wicked.
Once again, a bucket worth of liquid nitrogen was poured over his head. He and Nanashi whirled around just in time to see Asahi being lifted off the ground by an obese, golden, Buddha-like demon.
"Let me go!" His Asahi struggled from the demon's grip, kicking and snarling like an angry Nekomata. But her efforts where in vain, the Buddha-like beast held her firmly by the neck.
"ASAHI! NO!" The boss yield as he withdrew his evoker…ready to kill the golden bastard, he could see from the corner of his eyes Nanashi doing the same.
The demoniac Buddha brought his struggling hostage in front of him…tightening his grip on her fragile neck. "One more move, and the girl dies."
Junpei gritted his teeth…this…he only though that situation would happen in nightmares…
"Who the Hell are you." Nanashi snarled, restrained by the deity.
"I am Maitreya, of the polytheistic alliance." The golden Buddha greeted almost amiably. "And you are the one who freed my Master, haven't you?"
Nanashi clutched his shovel until his knuckles turned white.
"You are also very late my friend." Krishna addressed Maitreya…the bad one, not the one who followed Nanashi around. "Will you disappoint me twice?"
Maitreya shook his head. "No. Tsukiji Hongwanji is now under the control of the Polytheistic alliance." Junpei heard…Let's call him Hari to save some headaches, snort elegantly from his post behind Nanashi.
"Wonderful." 'Krishna' clapped his hands together; he turned towards the samurai again. "Will our Kalki join us?" He asked Flynn with a smile that did not reach his eyes…it was a rather familiar smile.
"I'm fine Junpei-san." Yuki assured Junpei after he had failed his exam. His smile did not reach his eyes.
'No, it can't be…Yuki's dead.'
"Oh, he will." Maitreya assured his master. "He will not let a child die." The golden demon applied a little more pressure to Asahi's neck, not enough to kill her, but enough to make her turn a smidge purple.
"Damn it! I'm powerless...' Flynn internally cursed. He could see no way he could get out of his predicament without the girl paying with her life. As with everything, the choice seemed to be already made for him.
He turned his narrowed glance back at Krishna…the being moved like a puppet and smelled like death. And was oddly familiar to the samurai, like this boy Nanashi felt Familiar. But this feeling was tempered by the sheer feeling of doom that pervaded the atmosphere.
Without much choice, Flynn dropped his weapon. If he could have generated a laser with his eyes, the floating puppet would be but cinders.
Odin aimed his Gungnir at the unarmed Samurai, whom now regretted his decision to save the Celtic god. 'No good deeds go unpunished.' He gritted his teeth, awaiting for the bolt the hit. 'Shame I did not put lightening resistant armour'
Krishna walked in front of the All-father, putting a hand on Gungnir's blade and lowering its wicked point to the ground.
"Odin…what do you think you are doing?" Krishna asked.
"Krishna. I'm just following the plan."
"Indeed…the plan…But I rather not fix the vessel more than I have too." A shiver went up Flynn's spine…a vessel; He had called him a vessel.
'This won't end well….'
"Allow me." The shadows under Krishna swelled, dancing to his command as they crawled towards the weapon less samurai like an army of hasty snakes. Flynn stepped back, hitting the boulder behind him.
"FLYNN!"Isabeau screamed as she tried to reach her partner, the liquid darkness flaring up, throwing her away like a rag doll.
Now cornered, Flynn could only close his eyes and hope he had enough macca to bribe Charon…and if not.
Well, hopefully he could find Issachar and regal him with his crazy last adventure as a samurai prentice. He just hoped Isabeau would survive the ordeal and pick up the torch if all else failed.
"YUKI!" Flynn re-opened his eyes. It was that boy, Nana…no Aegis. He was looking at Krishna with deep anguish. "Why…why are you doing this?"
Krishna heard the name and stopped, his eyes flashing with some life, some remembrance…"yu…ki...?" he whispered. The shadows that threatened to swallow Flynn abated. "I…am…" And then they flared up again, this time, it's seemed even 'Krishna' was affected.
The puppet like being clutched his head, grunting in pain as he tried to fight off…something inside him. "No…No…Yuki is dead" he panted. As he lifted his head, a golden liquid flowed from his nose…"I…I am Krishna! The speaking mouth of the expanse, the persona of the collective consciousness….Yuki was but a part of me...likes all of you…"
Nanashi froze…
"I have wasted enough time…" 'Krishna' made a gesture, and the shadows engulfed the Samurai of hope…
He couldn't breath…the crawling darkness had entered his mouth and troath, choking him like millions of hands wringing his neck from the inside, and filling his lunges with burning cinder.
As his consciousness left him…Flynn could only remember Aegis and his shirt, oddly enough.
The lion on his shirt looked at him like a father his son, fully revealing his awesome form of a half-man, half lion with eight arms. His glorious wife siting on his lap as she gazed at him in a way only the mother of all being could bear.
"Do not worry, everything is under control. I will protect you." The wonderful being spoke reassuringly.
He felt safe, despite it all.
"FLYNN!" Isabeau screeched in despair as the samurai of hope fell limply to the ground.
"No, FLYNN." Asahi sobbed, gasping for air as tears streamed from her eyes. "It's all my fault…"
'No…Its mine…' Nanashi thought…he felt disconnected as if in a dream…or a nightmare really.
This was Yuki…He used to be Aigis…He used to Protect Yuki…Yuki and by extension her, where servants of Krishna…not Krishna…Yuki had died…His head cradled in her lap…
Yuki…no, something was inside Yuki's body…something other than her dearest master animated the body like a hand move a puppet.
'No…This was in my previous life…I'm Nanashi…Krishna-Kripa…I don't know him…' they felt hot, they felt cold, their whole body tingled…
He could feel Krishna, his Krishna…
This was all part of Krishna's plan, and Krishna, God was good! His master was right…He had to be…Otherwise!
"Hey! Leave my Girl alone!" The boss's murderous tone brought Nanashi back to the present. Asahi was now limply hanging from Maitreya's hand…he could feel she was about to faint.
"That coward…" He heard his Krishna mutter.
Nanashi dearly wanted to jump to Maitreya's throat, to rip the demon apart. And yet, he couldn't…the entire situation…it was too much for him.
The shadows that had engulfed Flynn lifted. The fake made this gesture, and the crawling darkness lifted the prone body from the unforgiving ground. A parody of a smile twisted the being features. "Kalki is with us now….you may release the girl."
Maitreya inclined his head and opened his hand, letting Asahi go. His sister hit the ground running; aiming for her father's awaiting arms. But, still affected by the events, she tripped and collapsed…Thankfully, The boss was there and ready to catch her.
"Hey! What's going on?" Nanashi noticed the new group of hunters…but…he couldn't focus…he couldn't hear them…He only had eyes for Yuki…
He felt sick…
He didn't know what to do…
"He Krsne…" He whispered as he fell to his knee's…the entire events, the revelations…his old identity…it was too much…
He didn't hear the fraud's words about how death would be the salvation of humanity at large, nor did he saw the crawling shadow take the Boss's Evoker and he was not aware of Yuki…or whatever was controlling him, summoning an oversized, mutli headed snake…
It was only by Krishna's mercy that Nanashi did not face plant…and it was by Krishna's mercy also that everything was revealed.
"Makoto Hamuko." A man spoke...
She opened her eyes. he was in a withe expance, siting on a chair. She felt...not right, as if the body she was in was not her.
"Makoto Hamuko." she heard the man speak again. "how do you feel?"
"I don't know...weird...what happened, who are you?" she asked, feeling panick rise to her unmoving troath.
she heard the sound of a motorised wheel-chair reached her ears. and soon, a man in a burgindi suit entered her vision. he had white hair and wore glasses, on the tray of his motorised conveiace was a laptop. the pice of electronic seemed to glow with unknown power.
he turned to the teen, his smile could be called kind, and yet, Hamuko felt it like a crawling hand on her back.
"Greeting Hamuko. I'm...a friend who only wants the best for you." the strenger greeted. "You...and your family were caught in a car crash caused by Death; the Arcana that should not be."
memory flooded Hamuko's mind. waking up to the car in flames, her mother burning alive in the habitacle...her own dead body crushed beyond recongnition.
"I...I died..." she shoked out...he baby brother, the one who had fallen from the sky..." Where's Yukimaru? were's my brother?" she managed to ask.'
"Safe..." the man simply awnsered. "for now."
"for now!?" cold dread dreached her body...A body that did not feel like her own.
The man gave...it was not really achilling smile, bit it did not give any type of reasurence to Hamuko.
"My dear Hamuko, it seemd that your brother was chosen to be the vesel for the Nyx avatar, death herslef." He explained.
"what? no, that's not 's...Yuki can't be..." SHe braught her hand to her forehead and froze.
those were not human hands...human hands didn't have guns for fingers...and then she realsied.
she never took a breath sicn the moment she woke up, she hadn't blinked either...and she could not feel her...she could feel what a human should feel.
"Last week, your dear little brother became the hplder of Nyx...and in the future. well, you'r help will be required to stop the harbigner of death...and to save your yuki" The stange man spoke as if he didn't notice Hamuko's break down. "But for this...Hamuko need's to die." A smile drew itse;f on his face, it didn't reasure the young girl at all.
"But...I laready died." Hamuko spoke, she felt dazed...so dazed...
nothing made sence anymore.
"No my dear, Hamuko is still there, just out of her old, human body and into a doll...for Yuki to be saved, you need to become a doll, a souless doll whose only directive is the protect him at all cost." He explained. "So...are you willing to sacrifice your soul for your brother's well being?"
Hamuko tried to swallow...but the dool body was not made to act like a human it seemed.
"Yes..."
Years later…she had been reactivated. All of her memories were fogy at best, or completely corrupted at worst. But she had a feeling she had to look for someone…someone important.
A child…her child? He had blue hair and blue eyes…she remembered wanting him very much…
And then…she found him again. The child had grown into a beautiful young man that was always tired…and who felt like death.
She had been attracted to him the moment she had laid her camera on him…a burning desire deep from her Papillion had awoken.
A desire to protect, to nurture…to care for him...to serve him with all her abilities.
His name was Makoto Yuki; he had been transferred from another school due to him being an unwilling gang member, only useful of cold and lonely night.
This was the official story anyway. The real reason was quite mundane; Ikutsuki-sama wanted Yuki to be on Port Island, attending the prestigious gekoukkan high…even if his grades would not permit him. As for why his grades where very much bellow average?
Yuki had no will to live, and no will to die…he was simply drifting trough life waiting for it to end.
Aigis…wanted him to smile, to be happy. To live a full life, to have a girlfriend, then a wife, a good job, children, a nice house…simple things a human being would desire; Happiness before everything would end.
He had been too thin, and thus Aigis had learned how too cook, it was not that hard, and she followed the recipes by the letters, Making sure Yuki's dietary needs where respected; Yuki couldn't eat meat without being terribly sick, nor could he eat onions and garlic.
She would make sure his bed was freshly clean, his cloths washed and ironed. She would clean his room, fold his laundry when cleansed. And when he would have a nightmare (which was rather often) Aigis would be there with a glass of warm milk and an ear to listen to what her Master would speak.
There was nothing she wouldn't do for him…she wanted Yuki to be happy and safe.
During the dark hour, Aigis would always make sure to protect him from harm. It was not that Yuki was weak; on the contrary, the leader of S.E.E.S was terrifyingly effective on the battle field…at the sacrifice of his own safety.
Yuki had absolutely no sense of self-preservation, and would rather die than to see anyone of his friend wounded. Thus, Aigis had taken his mood. She would die for him before he would…
over the next few month, it had been their routine. Yuki would go to school, Aigis would follow him, and making sure he would do a bit more efforts for his grades. Then at night, they would climb Tartarus, killing the moon shadows to prevent the fall…the apocalypse.
Yuki would rarely come back without any wounds…and yet he didn't seem to feel the pain. But Aigis noticed that he also started caring for his teammates.
One night…Yuki had spoke to Aigis. He was afraid of what would happened to him once all the shadows where destroyed…what would he do? Where would he go? What would be his purpose in life?
The gynoid had assured her blue hair master that she would follow him, no matter what. And that they would both find the answer to their existential question.
And then one day…Ryuji came in Yuki's life.
The young man was disgustingly flirty, running after whatever had a short skirt…even one Kijiro Mitsuru. The scarf wearing youth also seemed to be very fond of Yuki…as if they were old friends.
Then they had become actual friends, going to movies, sneaking around the girl dormitory with Junpei in a (failed) mission called 'babe hunt'…
But after a month, she realised that…the two had grown much closer than just some friends…
After that one time she had not knocked, it was practically confirmed that Yuki and Ryuji-san where indeed and item. At Aigis great chagrin.
Yes…Yuki seemed happy with him. And yes, he did smile more and yes, Aigis was aware that those type of relationship where not frowned upon in Japan…
But…There was something about Mochizuki Ruiji…he felt like…like death. And while he was affectionate with Yuki, Aigis could not help but wonder if it was genuine.
She tried to speak to Yuki about her concern…but didn't have the heart to.
She just hoped her hunch was wrong.
She had been right…Mochizuki Ryuji had been bad news. As in, he was none other than the appraiser of Nyx, death itself. The one Aigis had sealed in Yuki ten years ago…
Needless to say, the revelation had been extremely traumatic to Yuki...and the ensuing breakup managed to do what years living in the foster system had failed to do...except giving Yuki a good family.
There was a reason why the Gynoid and Koromaru, the brave Shiba-inu where following the fading scents of one possibly suicidal teen with a broken heart…amongst other things.
'Oh, if only I'd been more perspective, and less soft-hearted…Yuki-kun, please don't do anything stupid' they still needed him. The fall was on its way, Nyx; the last Arcana would descend on January thirty first…and end the world.
It may be grim…but S.E.E.S needed him…His friends needed Yuki. The fall may happen, but they still needed to try and fight It off…Better die fighting.
Aigis turned a corner, clutching Koromaru's leash like a life-line. And then…they came to a park built around a canal, a bridge loomed above its slowly moving water.
"He was there…by the bridge. His smell is on the railing." Koromaru quietly spoke as he approached the balustrade
"Can you smell if Yuki…" Aigis could not even finish her phrase.
Koromaru looked at the Gynoid. "Do I look like a bloodhound? I can't smell this far…but I don't think Leader jumped of, his sent is on our side, not the water side." He explained, and Aigis could 'breath' a little better.
Koromaru sniffed around a little more. "there was another man…I can smell Indian spices, incense and flowers…the man…his smell is mingling with Yuki-sama…I think he saved him…'
"And can you find where this man went?" Aigis asked, hoping against hope that it was not one of those Nyx cultists. If it was…Yuki was as good a dead. Koromaru did not answer back; his nose was already to the ground.
The Shiba-inu went to a bench. "He was sitting here." Then he went to the curb. "They went in a car here…"
"Can you follow the smell of the car?" Aigis asked, her hope of finding her master alive rapidly ebbing.
Koromaru lowered his head. His tail going limp in disappointment. "No…I'm sorry, failed my master again."
Aigis didn't know how it felt to cry…but she wished she could. "No Koromaru…I failed mine." Her voice stuttered, falling to her knees.
Both the dog and the gynoid remained in silence, if Aigis would have the ability to cry, she would.
Suddenly, Koromaru perked up. "I found something!" no sooner then he 'spoke' those words, the dog got to his feet and trotted about to metres away from where Aigis was kneeling. There, he began pawing the ground. "There, a clue. Aigis, I can't pick it pick it up…please come and see."
Aigis got up with some difficulty and made her way to where Koromaru was. Indeed, on the pavement was a small card, the combat gynoid picked it up.
"Hare Krishna, you are thereby invited to our ever popular Sunday feast program held at the ISKCON new Gaya temple…" She registered the address. It was quite far from Port Island, but Aigis could always ask Iori-sama to drive them there. There was no way Yuki-san's bet friend would refuse; especially if there was a chance their blue haired leader could be alive.
She flipped the card, on the back, something else was written.
"please chant' Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare/ Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare and be Happy." Aigis read out loud…
'What is that? It sounded nice!'
Indeed…It made the Gynoid feel...alive!
The next Morning, Aigis thought it would be a good idea to call this Hare Krishna cult first. She didn't want do disturb anyone, nor give them false hope.
"Hare Krishna, welcome to ISKCON new Gaya, our opening hours are from 4:30 in the morning to-"the receptionist greeted. "Is there anything we can do for you?"
"Yes, I'm looking for my brother. Aigis began. "His name is Makoto Yuki; he has blue hair and blue eyes." She could give a more detailed description, but those two traits were usually all that was needed.
"Ah yes. Your brother is here right now." The words of this receptionist flooded Aigis with untold relief. That flood turned into a tsunami when Yuki spoke to her on the Phone.
"Aigis…I'm sorry about last night. I will never do this again."
Aigis began to sob...thanking whatever deity had Protected her master.
Back in Gorlovka Vrindhaban, under a massive Banyan three and surrounded by his dear friends and Cows. Krishna smiled as he remembered the day this very dear soul resumed his path towards Him.