Chapter seven,
"Flynn?"
He heard someone speak to him…
"Flynn! Oh, for the love of. FLYNN! WAKE UP YOU LAZY DOLT!"
The voice was grating, snobbish and…very familiar. 'Where did I heard it last' he wondered. 'Was it in Mikado? Yes, this is where I heard it last…but…wait…sneaking to Tokyo…mad with anxiety...persecuted by the angels. No, it can't be"
Flynn's eyes flew open as he gasped for breath, his lungs painfully empty…
He coughed a few times, trying to get some air in. eventually, his spasm calmed down enough that he could look around.
It was definitely The Tsukiji Hongwanji…the choking smell of incense and sweet blood me his nose.
'Wait…blood?!' no…the Tsukiji didn't smell that badly. And it smelled…very near also.
He opened his eyes…the room he was kept in was unnaturally dark, and he could feel the choking, menacing, heavy looming presence of the whites…and of another body beside him.
He could also see a green blob floating in front of his eyes…the thing looked like he was sporting a pompadour, and his acid green glow was the only source of light I the room.
"Oh thank God you are awake," the thing spoke, its voice warped yet still clear enough to recognize. "For a moment there I thought you had dies."
Flynn stared… "Navarre…is that you?" he rasped. His throat painfully dried.
The ghost stared, clearly surprised. "You…can see me?"
Flynn nodded as he sat up… "Navarre…you died." He whispered…yet another failure. Another one he did not manage to save.
"Flynn…" the ghost of the worst samurai in Tokyo floated nearer to the grieving messiah. "It's not your fault. I…made a terrible decision, and I am now paying the price. Fujiwara took care of me nicely… I was just a poor fool who threw his life away."
Flynn bit his lips as he lowered his eyes… First Issachar and his home town. Then Koga and her team, the children of reverse hill and now this…
"Oh dear, I think you broke my Vessel green bean." Spoke the other presence in the room. Then he chuckled. "Broke my vessel…oh, I need to write that one down."
Flynn turned toward the other spirit. It was in the form of a man in his forties, he wore a beige business suit, had long , wavy hair that had turned a tawny brown, glasses, and he seemed to radiate…a type of evil that made Lucifer look like and angel…
No…wait, bad comparison.
Darkness flowed around this man like black smoke from a fire, billowing and oozing around his smiling form.
And that liquid darkness was not as complete as Flynn would have liked…peppering its surface, bobbing in and out of its surface where white masks…
'Is this…the source of the white?'
"Any who, I'm glad to see that you are awake, my boy. For a moment, there, I thought I had killed you. Not that death is such a bad thing, I assure you." The man spoke in gentile tone. "I mean, everyone is dying to meet her." He burst into raucous laughter.
Flynn winced, and Navarre made a face.
"Oh come on now, that was a good one since, you know. Everyone is dying anyway and Nyx is here to deliver us all!"
"Just tell me who you are spirit, and what is it that you desire. I do not have time to entertain you." Flynn loudly rebuked the half-backed comedian. He needed to get out, to resume his quest to free Tokyo…and to euthanize two of his friends.
The more 'human' ghost lost his smile, and readjusted his glasses. "Hmpf…party pooper. Fine, if you must know…" he spread his arm wide. "I am Krishna, the Avatar of the universal consciousness, some may call me God, The one, in truth, I am all, and I am nothing."
"You look different." Flynn informed, his memories of the event that had transpired may have been blurry at best, but the Samurai sharply remembered Krishna to be a scrawny looking youth with blue hair, dark skin, a red and white mark on his forehead and…not a ghost.
"Of course I look different. For I am all! Right now, I look like Ikutsuki, and I am also you. For you see, everyone is me, my fragments…" the ghost then began to morphed, cycling trough faces and bodies…some Flynn knew, other's he didn't. "I am the expanse, the avatar of humanities collective consciousness. 'Krishna' is but my mouth…" The thing…the source of all the white spoke with a thousand voices. "But your show of callousness has open yet another possibility for us, for you see, destruction, rendering all mater back to its original state was not the answer. The merging of all soul into The One, this is true salvation."
A shiver went up Flynn's spine as he instinctively reached for his gauntlet…only to find it missing.
He heard a small moan beside him… Flynn looked and stifled a small gasp.
Beside him, on the bed Flynn had occupied was Krishna…or whoever this person was. His skin was clammy; a tacky, yellow liquid flowed from his mouth and nose, as were a few tendrils of darkness swirling around his chapped lips. His eyes where half-opened, his pupil dilated…and was breathing like a dying man.
"What…happened to him…" it was the only thing Flynn managed to say at the sight.
"This young yaksa, my current vessel has been fighting me for years…his body unable to hold my awesome power. The seal of Mother Nyx can only hold so much, and now, he is breaking." The…thing spoke with disgust. "I only need him to be alive for seven more days…and this is where you came in, oh descendent of Danu."
"WHAT!?" Navarre exclaimed loudly, reminding every one of his presence.
The dark presence didn't even give the deceased any more attention than one would an ant.
"You see, oh semi-god…your body is used to channel an amazing amount of power. Powers beyond what a mere human…and a mere Yaksa can take." The crawling chaos explained like one speaks of a good pair of boots.
"…you want my body." A wave of revulsion flooded Flynn…of the entire thing that had happened, this one took the cake.
"Just for some time…the full moon is when the fragment of Nyx will be at her strongest. Once she has re-joined with her body, Mother Nyx will bestow upon us the glorious gift of death, and once all the souls are freed from their prisons made of flesh, then we shall all return to one." The shadowing being explained as he rippled with raptures. "Oh, how nice wit will be…no more variety, no more conflict, no more pain…only the sweet bliss of oneness."
Flynn felt hopeless…he knew he could not escape from this mad demon.
"And yet…you and I cannot become one, oh most cruel of my parcels." The masked darkness coiled into himself, clearly upset at this surprising development. "You have taken shelter in an animalistic god, a half-lion, and half-man. This creature has been preventing us from merging for the last hour or so…"
A wave of relief covered the utter revulsion that had manifested, and Flynn realized that his...let's call it a vision, was true. This God…was protecting him.
He didn't remember taking shelter of the god, though…
"So…will you let me go? You cannot get what you desire; keeping me would be useless." The samurai tried to negotiate. He needed to continue his quest, lack of heartbeat be damned.
The condensed shadow manifested an eerie mask and gazed at the samurai with hallowed eyes. "No… I'm afraid I cannot do that. Oh, samurai of false hope, you shall not trick the last of humanity with more lies." He spoke with chilling words. "You are still of use to us."
"What type of use?" Flynn had to know…he had been in the dark for too long, the more knowledge he had, better he could then act.
The congealed form of negative desire crawled toward the bed in which the samurai and the dying youth laid. "You, oh descendent of Danu, have amassed an amazing array of power…including the power to salvage a dying man." A tendril of gloom stretched from the main body to caress the agonizing Yaksa's cheek. "While I cannot use you as a vessel…you may still maintain whatever life remains is my puppet…only for a week, nothing more. After that, you, along with all the tortured soul, will attain ultimate salvation."
A shiver went up Flynn's' spine. He was powerless; he had neither weapon nor demons at his disposal. Worst yet, his gauntlet was gone, so he could not communicate with Isabeau…or anyone in fact.
He glanced back at the dying yaksa… Flynn could follow the order of this…let's call him Ikutsuki for now, and maintained the scrawny young man as he tried to figure out how to get out of this nightmare…or he could not do anything and let 'Krishna' die…
He clenched his fist…" I refuse… I will not play your game, demon!" he growled…and then a wave of dizziness crashed upon him as he heard someone chuckling at the other side of the expansive room, covered by the unnatural darkness.
"I don't think so 'brother', your life is mine, now co-operate or else." The Celtic God, Dadga threatened, revealing himself from a corner in the room.
Flynn remained un-cowed, and instead leered at the Celtic god with steely eyes. "I'm not afraid of death, I would rather die than help a mad man."
The skeletal son of Danu gave a chilling smile. "Yah might not be afraid of death hero, but take a guess at how Tokyo would react where you to expire for good."
Flynn Clenched his fists tighter…ideally, the people of Tokyo would take up arms and fight in his memory. But ideally rarely meant realistically. He knew of many who were practically worshipping the ground he walked on. Not only that…but he was the chosen one…
What happened when a chosen one dies before his mission is complete?
Flynn gritted his teeth. "Fine…"
"Wonderful!" the abomination cheered, reverting to its form of Ikutsuki. "Just keep my vessel in a more or less operational condition for a week; it's all that will be needed of you. You will have all the facilities required for your task, including some decent meals and some fresh water." then the human shaped abomination smirked, his glasses shining in a place of complete darkness. "But I am sorry I can't give you fresh air…since this is the place where the sun doesn't shine!" he burst into uproarious laughter as dissolved back into darkness…disappearing into 'Krishna' once more.
Silence filled the room…. Navarre, Flynn and Dadga all sported a face of sheer pain.
"This…better be worth it." The skeletal father of Brigid grumbled. "All right thrall…just do as we say…or not, it ain't like it really matters in the end." he shrugged. "Just heal up the vessel as much as ye can…clean 'im up if he leaks, that sort of things."
"How, without my Gauntlet-"Flynn began to protest only to have the Celtic God of knowledge mute him.
"Ye don't need this piece of metal no more. Yer a… Ah Guess Godslayer would be a good enough name, neither human nor demon, neither alive nor dead."
A shiver hook Flynn's spine…
"And yah can kill gods…even the Supreme one. Yah can also use yer demon skills without that piece o'useless junk now. So heal away boy…ain't like ye got any other option here either." And with that, Dadga turned his heels and walked out the now much brighter room.
At that moment, Flynn never felt so helpless in his entire life. He was almost completely alone, with only the ghost of his latest failure and a dying man for company.
With nothing else to do, Flynn laid a gentle hand on the agonizing youth and, calling his innate power, healed him.
"So, you are…not quite human then." Navarre commented as he looked at Flynn as if he had never seen him before.
"No…not anymore. Neither are you, Navarre." Flynn tried to smile; it must have appeared as a grimace.
"We have gotten ourselves in quite some trouble, haven't we?" asked the ghost as he hovered closer the new Godslayer.
Flynn gave a self-deprecating smile…if only he hadn't taken the gauntlet rite…none of this would have happened.
But then…the people of Tokyo would have remained without hope…and the suppressive reign of the angels would have remained. The samurai of hope sighed as he recalled the words for the healing spell…' Krishna' was barely breathing, and he didn't fancy staying in the same room as a putrefying corps.
'I'm saving a dying man to cause an apocalypse… I wonder how Issachar would react where he to know.' Well, he would re-join his friend in a week time…he just hoped he could find him in the crowed.
Back in Kinshicho, the boss closed the door to Nanashi's room. His boy was out like a light, the event too much for him to handle. Krishna…Hari was still at his side, but with how the deity had protected his son, carrying him…openly fussing over his inhuman boy as if the thing genuinely cared.
Junpei was not sure what to think of the powerful shadow anymore…but one thing was for sure, he would pay a Ring of Gaea to kill the thing. In his Book, anything connected to Krishna was bad news and now…it was practically confirmed.
Looking back at the door, the Boss wondered is he should lock in from the outside. It's what he did to his daughter… Standard procedure after confiscating her Phone and the Angel that lurked in it, its fate a grim one.
And yet…there was still this suborned spark in Asahi's eyes, a will to fight, to make everything right out of sheer will power.
The boss knew that this was sheer folly. It was only in those cheap, cheesy anime that love and friendship would win against insurmountable odds. What their where going through was not an anime, a game or a novel…it was real life. And unfortunately, real life was a cold, hard bitch with a heart of iron.
"Oh Chidori…what am I supposed to do now?' the boss wondered as he leaned on the wall, sliding down the surface with his face buried deep in his hands. 'You were the one who wanted kids…you where the one who took Nanashi in…and now look what happened.'
Flynn was as good as dead, an abomination that may or may not be using the body of Yuki was now ruling one third of Tokyo with Shesha, a huge flaming snake that ate souls…the beast was well on its way to clear the Shinjuku district of all life, either human, demon or angelic in nature. And moreover…it was his Kids that had triggered the entire events.
How was he supposed to react to that? He could not hide them, or they would never learn about consequences of their acts…well, Nanashi knew, but even he was prone to bad decisions sometime. And Fujiwara was bound to learn of His kids involvement sooner or later…he knew the leader of the hunters had a good head on his shoulder, but it didn't change the fact that the other hunter would stone them where they to learn of it.
Oh, and there was the fact that Nanashi… Nanashi knew Yuki. A young man who died years before his adopted son and daughter were even a twinkle in their father's eyes. Worst still, his boy was affected by his presence, as in, he had a strong emotional response to the fraud. But his response held not even a candlelight to how he had reacted when the mention of killing God had come into the conversation.
"And there's also two Krishna I have to worry about now. Oh Axiom, please send some help.' He prayed to the only good source of all…it had worked this morning; it had no reasons to fail now.
Then he felt his Phone vibrate, it was his replacement.
"The boss speaking, what's going on?" Oh, he hoped it was not yet another bad news; he had enough of those today.
"Boss…there's a pair of… Ahhh a demon and a celestial who wishes to speak to you. It's about a missing person?"
'Ugh…' "Alright, tell them I'll be right there as soon as possible.
"Ah, I need to warn you though, they were the same mark as Krishna, and one of them is dressed as an Indian and the other one's a Kasha."
The boss got up from the ground, there was no time for him to even have the world collapse. He dusted himself off, and went to meet the two strangers.
When he walked into the bar, he was met with two… Very peculiar woman.
One was a young woman, no older than twenty. She had blazing red hair tied in a pair of braids, a forest green dress then went to her knee and a pair of green tights covered her legs, a scarf of the same colour covered her breasts, she also wore a small black bag around her neck, as with a very fancy wooden necklace with a silver lion pendent on it. She had cat ears, a pair of cat tails, and she carried with her a two wheeled cart transporting a duffle bag filled with floating flaming skulls.
'Yeah…definitely a hell-cat."
The other woman…looked like Nanashi. Her platinum hair stood up like a pair of animal ears, and her golden eyes shone behind her specks…just like Nanashi's.
She was not very tall, and was very androgynous. Only the fact that she wore a long slightly singed violet skirt that hid her legs made her gender clear. The pink and gold, blouse she wore was also very long, but it still revealed that both arms were but puppet limbs. On her hips was a golden belt, on which, a wooden shaku hung.
Both woman where somewhat humid, and bore sighs that they had fought some demons and angels, and yet neither looked harmed. On their forehead shone a mark Similar to Tokyo's latest problem, so obliviously, all the hunters had their weapon trained on the duo.
"Oh damn it…" The boss internally cursed, could he have a moment of peace?
The one that looked like Nanashi noticed the boss. "You are the guild master, aren't you?" She greeted with folded palm, her voice was deep, and held a natural authority. She spoke with deep concern…and yet did not seem to notice the ten guns aimed at her and her feline partner.
"Yes I am…who are you and why are you here? If it's to join Krishna, will never surrender." The boss warned.
The cat made a face. "Ah common, now ya making our job harder." She moaned. "It ain't like the real one's evil, I swear." she mumbled under her breath.
"My name is Mukhara Devi dasi, and my friend here is Radha-Shyamasundara Devi dasi. And yes, we do serve Krishna, but not the one you know." Mukhara spoke gently, it was clear she was used to diplomacy.
"Any Krishnas are bad news to me." The boss intoned darkly.
Mukhara remained impassive, and yet Junpei could feel an aura of anticipation and sorrow around her. "Yes…so you know, we have nothing to do with this…fraud you call Krishna. We serve the absolute truth, He who eternally taste playful pastime in his Abode of Goloka- Vrindavana…" She spoke stiffly, her whole body radiating with power.
"Yeah, It ain't a dead man with a fancy hat we worship…the guy ain't even blue." Radha piped in as she crossed her arms over her breast. "So yah can all drop yer weapon before ya kill an innocent."
"We are already aware of what happened here…but we have absolutely nothing to do with the fake Vasudeva." The regal woman liked her lips. "I'm here…to recover my son's body. Nothing more than that."
A moment of silence pass as Junpei stared…the last one who had died had been Nikkari and Manabu…but this woman, who was clearly not human, resembled N-.
No… No, she didn't have green hair.
"What's the name of your son, how old is he and how does he look like?" The boss asked as he gestured his man to stand down, those two were not the enemies…not yet. He went to the bar and sat down, gesturing the two demonness to do the same. Only Mukhara complied while the Kasha remained close to her, a comforting hand on her shoulder.
'So…one is a grieving mother, the other one is a friend then.'
"My son is… His name was Kanzanami Krishna-Kripa, he was born on the 23 of November 2023."
'Fifteen…just like Nanashi maybe…could she be his mother?' He realized. But then, it could also be a coincidence. "Madam, no one of that age died today…" he revealed to the bereaved mother.
Mukhara raised her eyes, the two golden orbs looking right through Junpei. "No, I received from a very knowledgeable source that my son died this morning in this Kinshicho Park…two other souls also departed."
"I confirm that two of my man died today…" and then…it hit him.
When he had seen Nanashi that morning after the atrocious event, his boy…there had been a hole in his jumper, right over his heart. And the amount of blood that was on this location indicated that…that…
He grabbed his father's pipe…he needed to hold something, anything.
"Sir?" the woman asked…
"Do you have a picture of him?" it would be the only way to disprove or confirm the hunch he had. But with how Similar Madam Mukhara looked to him…
His heart was pounding…and something told him the youthful looking mother also felt the same. Radha reached for the duffle bag, and pulled out a picture. The boss discreetly gestured for all the Hunters to vacate the premise. They may be worshipping Krishna, but his guts told him that they were not with the enemy.
It only took thirty-second for the bar to empty.
Radha handed the computer-generated picture of Krishna-Kripa. And the Boss felt his heart stop…
Green hair that jutted from the side of his head, brass colour eyes…a bit girly looking.
"You know him." Mukhara breathed out… "Tell me… Does he wear a belt of silver bells around his waist? One that he can't remove? And does he sport a single ankle bells?"
The boss nodded, his right side twitching and his hair standing on end. "Y…yes. He does." He confirmed.
"Do you have a picture of him?" The regal woman practically begged.
The boss got off from his stool, and stood as menacingly as possible. But before her could open his mouth to chase away the freaking Hare Krishna cultist, she got up also.
The power she radiated…could not be calculated.
"Mister Iori Junpei." She began her voice commanding authority that far exceeded his own. "I don't think you understand the situation…and your hatred for our glorious movement is terribly misplaced."
"Misplaced? I've lost-"
"A best friend and a leader, I know. And now, you are afraid that you will lose your son to Krishna Again. Just know one thing, of master of this guild, In the Hare Krishna cult, we do not poison, kill or even hurt an ant."
"Oh no, you just have a perverted 'god' running after young boys." He sneered.
Mukhara raised her brow. "Then when are definitely not speaking about the same Krishna." She spoke most unimpressed. Then her countenance…didn't quite crumble, but she definitely looked the part of a bereft mother. "Listen… I'm not here to pick a fight…please…please let me see him…" Now she started to crumble.
"And why should I let you see my son?" Junpei asked with his arms crossed.
"Because… I saw him die fourteen years ago… The judge of the dead told me he died this morning… I just… I just want some closure, that's all…I won't take him from you." The otherworldly woman spoke with faltering voice and tears streaming from her eyes.
"Listen bud, we came here expecting a corps, found his crushed heart in the park fountain…and this place, I can smell our Kripa everywhere." The Kasha, Radha spoke quietly as she held her crumbling friend. "We know it's our baby… Mukhara's baby. Please let us see him… If ya do, we'll take care of da fake Krishna, both of 'em."
Some hope shone in the boss's heart. "Why should I trust you?"
"'Cause were Honest to God Vaishnavi, and we absolutely hate false Incarnations with a burning passion." The hell-cat growled, showing off some of her demoniac features. "Trust me boss, once were trough with the fraud, I'm bringing him to hell personally."
The boss looked at the blazing cat and the….and Mukhara.
"Alright… Just be quiet and…if you can get rid of this 'Krishna' also, I would be much obliged." The boss spoke with gravity…he didn't have to tolerate that particular problem anymore…he just hoped Nanashi would forgive him one day.
Back in Nanashi's room, the son of Mukhara kept dreaming, remembering his past life as Aigis.
The next day, Junpei had driven the gynoid to the Hare Krishna temple, eager to break Yuki out of the crazy cult. The gangly young man had elected to remain in the car, in case Aigis needed some backup.
When they had arrived at the venue, Aigis could not help but noticed that there was no trace of the apathy syndrome, and an air of peace and bliss permeated the Japanese house like a pleasant comforter. Once Inside, this feeling intensified a thousand fold. She had met the one who had answered the phone, and was brought to a cosy waiting room with a shelf filled with books.
Finally, Yuki came in the room with an imposing man wearing saffron cloth, a big stick wrapped in orange cloth and a fatherly bearing.
Yuki was not in his usual dress. Instead, he wore with cotton cloth the Hare Krishna monk would wear, he had his right hand in a bag and whatever grief he may have felt was gone.
His eyes were cleared and…he looked Happy.
The strange man introduced Himself as Rupanuga Swami, from Canada, His accent surprisingly impeccable for an outsider. He then explained that he had been the one who save Yuki from his suicide attempt. Rupanuga Maharajah had thought it wise to bring the young man with him to the temple, at least until he could reach whatever help was there in japan for those desiring to end it all…only to learn that there was nothing of the sort.
Aigis could only nod as the effulgent man spoke with an overwhelming amount of love and compassion. Her sensor told her that his power was beyond anything in the world. He appeared to be in this world, but not of this world… And Aigis desired…she wanted to…
Surrender to him.
Yuki had remained all night at the temple, and Rupanuga swami had given the young man a good scolding about how foolish and blasphemous to commit such an act. For it would only have given Yuki a ghost body and more suffering…and that no one was worth killing oneself over some material 'lover'.
Yuki then had also expressed his desire to become a Hare Krishna. He had read the book, and he had found the answers he had been looking for all of his life.
With how happy he looked… Aigis could not say no. she still requested a copy of the book Yuki was reading, the Bhagavad-gītā as It Is and the sri-isopanisada, translated and commented by his Divine Grace A.C Bhaktivedanta swami Prabhupada.
When they finally exited the temple, Yuki was in his normal cloth. But even then Junpei had acted as if their leader had been brainwashed by the other crazy cultist, ragging on and one about how he needed to normalize and deprogram whatever they had ingrained in his brain.
"Aigis…can you protect me from Junpei?" Yuki had asked, more than a little scared at his friend's reaction.
The Gynoid nodded at the request…and when they had arrived at the Campus, the combat droid had all but whisked away Yuki to his room and locked the door, barricading herself and her master from the now clearly insane Junpei and his thoroughly inappropriate reaction. Thankfully, Mitsuru and Akihiko-sampai had intervened.
And Yuki in all of that? Completely focused on the Holy Scripture he had received from the glowing, saintly man, Rupanuga swami.
The fall came and went, and then it was February the first…
Aigis still had no idea what had happened up on the moon. But one thing was for sure, Rupanuga swami had been right; the end of the world was still very far away from them.
Life resumed, school kept going and Yuki kept going at the Hare Krishna temple as often as he could…followed by Aigis, of course. Not that the Gynoid minded, she quite like the people there. They were all different, and yet a harmony prevailed.
The devotees knew of her robotic Nature, and while many would try to figure out how a spirit soul managed to get stuck in a mechanical body, they had soon accepted the fact that Aigis was a special case with an exceptional karma. Nevertheless, the female population had taken a shine to and had dress Aigis in Sarees and gopi skirt, showing the blond robot in front of their makeshift altar for the great pleasure of Sri Sri Radha-Govind. They would also bring her on book distribution, propagating the sacred teaching, the absolute truth and the peace formula.
Yuki would also follow, and while he was shy, he had also taken to book distribution and Harinama Sankirtan, the chanting of Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare/ Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare publicly, for the benefits of all.
Yuki had also changed his lifestyle to follow the regulation for Vaishnava life. He was now completely vegetarian, forgoing even eggs. He stopped taking coffee, tea and even cola drink, he gave Junpei his computer games, telling he didn't feel the need to play them anymore and…
Yuki had even removed all trace of Ryuji, saying that he was done wasting his time. And the blue haired leader of S.E.E.S had told Aigis to protect him from Valentine day; he had no interest in dating…at all. Neither male nor female…and no, nothing would change his mind.
He would wake up at four in the morning, would shower, dress in fresh cloth and would chant on his beads, the blue haired boy was already chanting sixteen rounds every day without fail, Even if Junpei had tried to get rid of them. Another thing Yuki did that had triggered his best friend fanatical behaviour was to delete all the songs he had on his MP3 player, replacing them with devotional music, Kirtana and even some classes on the scripture called the Srimad-Bhagavatam.
The Result of those changes?
A much Happier Yuki and a few less friends. Not that her master seemed to mind, for he now counted the Temple devotee's as his new friends and family…friend that would call him and Aigis often…friends who helped him get better.
As for Aigis…well, she decided to follow Yuki's example, for it gave her a purpose in life; A reason to exist beyond eliminating the now instinct shadows.
Takeba Yukari had been less than please, Akihiko was apprehensive and Mitsuru…let them all be since they were both adult and thus could do as they please…just please don't bring an Idol in the dorm and keep it to your room, she had said.
Some time later, after he had received an abysmal test score, Yuki had expressed his desire to join full time as a brahmachari…to remain a celibate student for the rest of his life. He didn't want to get caught up in the web of useless hard work and finally death by Karachi.
Of course, Aigis would follow him, for he had also found her purpose within the Hare Krishna Movement. To disseminate the teaching of the great Acharya to the world at large…and develop love of God, Love for Krishna. Basically, she had to transpose the feeling of care, protection and affection she had for Yuki to the Supreme, a task that was definitely harder than expected, but not Impossible.
Rupanuga Swami, the saintly man had told her that Loving God at her current stage was close to impossible, for the Lord didn't give such a gift very easily. So, it was better to serve Krishna's Devotee, for this please Him more.
And thankfully, Yuki was a Devotee, meaning Aigis just had to serve him as she had done for the past few months…
She went with him to the festival of Advaita Acharya, then to the appearance day of Lord Nityananda. She had helped Yuki as he laboured in the kitchen to help for the amazing feast. The Gynoid couldn't wait for the Next Festival, Gaura Purnima, and the appearance Day of the Supreme personality of Godhead in His Golden form, the most Compassionate, and He Who gave love of God Freely.
And then…tragedy struck.
It started with a simple cough…and then a Cold. Yuki had already gone to the nurse. The crazy man with the dubious medicine had been fired for some reason, even if his frightful cure for the flu was the most effective thing used to man. So instead, it was a Chinese woman with blue hair that had treated her master.
Aigis…didn't trust her…at all.
This woman kept looking at Yuki as if he was a piece of meat…or an interesting specimen to add to her collection. But otherwise, Doctor Kaku had been professional, and hadn't done anything to trigger Aigis protection protocol. She had given Yuki some herbal medicine to take until he felt better.
Weeks passed…and Yuki's health kept degrading, enough for Aigis to be worried, but not enough for her to drag her master to the hospital.
March fifth came… Yuki had somewhat managed to graduate from with the bare minimum requirement, and he would drag himself wherever he went…looking more like a zombie than a living young adult. They went to the roof, the spring weather felt good, warm, yet with a nice cooling breeze.
They sat on the bench…Yuki was pale, he would sleep most of the day and night…but he could hardly eat anything.
"Aigis…" He rasped.
"Yes Yuki?"
"I'm just going to take a nap…wake me up in five minute." Yuki then laid his head in her lap…and Aigis could feel his pulse rate lower.
After five minute…she wondered why she didn't contact the ambulance…
Ten minute later, the other member of S.E.E.S ran up the stair…
Akihiko took Yuki from Aigis lap…and brought him to his room…
'Why didn't I say something…why didn't I contact the hospital?'
The next day… His body had turned molted grey… Yuki had died…and Aigis had failed to protect him, to serve him…
And then… His body never reached the morgue, it had been stolen; the worker that owned the place had a gap in his memory he could not explain.
The rest of the team began searching for Yuki's dead body… Aigis decided that enough was enough. She went to her sanctuary…the Hare Krishna temple.
There…she had met hers and Yuki's master, Rupanuga swami.
She broke down at his feet… Vowing to serve and protect him until his life would also end…she was his eternally…
This…would have been what Yuki wanted. She would serve him and all the servants of God in Yuki's stead…
And she would do so…until her current body broke down.