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Chapter One: Genesis
A flash of light, then the sound of a motor revving. A motorcycle appeared before a person. Its white paint glowing. Keeping it from truly being seen.
This motorcycle raced toward a different person, stopping by their side. Wearing clothing, but shadowed. Only by the statuette and long hair, you could make out it was a female.
The female held out her hand toward the person watching. "Please awaken, you're needed. The time draws near. You'll be needed to stop that thing."
A different person questioned this: What is this about? Who is asking this?
Slowly, it vanished.
A groan came from a woman. "That dream again."
A young woman opened her red eyes, her long black hair is loose. She lay in her twin bed, covered with blue covers.
She removed the covers to show that she wearing a long black shirt, with hints of her medium bosom shown. Despite the shirt being baggy. Her enticing legs moved to the side while she rubbed her head.
"I'm getting sick of it," she muttered with a sigh. She stood and fixed her bed.
She walked toward her small kitchen, as this wasn't a large home. As she started renting it a few months ago, thankfully when she didn't have much money.
It wasn't that big but cozy. She also made sure to keep it tidy, as she is living alone.
Her eyes narrowed, remembering not only those dreams but how she appeared around this city. K-city as it is called.
"Great, Noire, you have to be thinking in circles again," Noire said to herself. "I don't have answers for why things are like this."
She reached her fridge, getting out some milk for cereal. After a few minutes, she is eating a bowl of cereal at her table. The only one in this place.
Once done, she cleaned the bowl in the sink and dry it. Once put away, and made her lunch. She walked toward her small closet.
Her eyes went to a simple gray shirt and pants. Her uniform for her job. One that seem suited to her, well the part of driving. As she is a delivery person.
There are other clothes with her uniform. Along with bits of cloth, she was trying to make … some costumes. Only as a hobby.
She got dressed, now wearing the gray uniform, looking into a mirror to fix her hair. Soon, it was in pigtails held by two blue ribbons. While she does wear it in a ponytail. She likes it in pigtails most of the time.
With a nod, she went to her motorized scooter that was by the door, her way of getting around. Or using public transportation when needed. She unplugged it and got her lunch bag.
Walking outside, to see the sites of K-city. A bustling city. Full of people working in factories or an office in the distance.
This neighborhood had a few homes in the center part. As this was a good sized city. An okay neighborhood with other people living here. She could see the main black tower of this city, made of glass and steel.
That is where the ruler of this city lives. From what she's read. As she looks up various things when at the library or work, given she has limited access to the internet.
After checking the door is locked, Noire fixed her scooter and rode off to her job, near the eastern part. She drove on the sidewalk, thinking about this city.
It is one of four, strangely, she heard about the other two. But the final one wasn't that well known. As if it is just a place that is connected to them. Still, she … arrived at this one. For reasons unknown to her. Only that, she felt this is where they need her.
After a few minutes, she arrived at her job, Speedy Packages. The modest building is gray with tints of brown. A couple of garage doors open. To show people and vehicles in there. People loading and unloading packages, or getting into cargo vans.
Already, others are driving off. A few of the early ones leaving. Noire's shift starts in a few minutes, after checking on her watch. She made it with plenty of time to spare.
After going in through an open garage, Noire stored her scooter in the employee's locker room. She was greeted by other workers, clocked in, and went to her cargo van. It was a bit worn down, given it is used to drive all day. A soft gray with blue. The company's name is on the sides.
Noire had her list of things to deliver. After making sure they are loaded and in place. She hopped in her van and buckled the seatbelt. Glad to have this thing, while it isn't fancy, it was nice. It had a heater with air conditioning. Things to make her trips easy. Her lunch bag was in the passenger's seat.
She fired it up, hearing the engine run. She thought of how it could be better. A quirk of sorts, she wanted to improve on things.
As she does work on making things better. With a quick look to see if she is clear, she drove off to her first spot. The route they gave her.
She drove around the west side of K-city, making drop-offs and pit stops. With picking up orders.
After two hours, she arrived at a modest building in its parking lot. She is looking at the purple-colored building with an NH on it, standing for Neptune Hunters.
Noire's brow twitched with a frown. Hopefully, this won't take long. She got out and nearly slammed the door. Walked to the back of the van. Opening the back to see three modest packages.
"Here we go," Noire muttered sourly, making sure to check the packages. They aren't that heavy and are the right ones.
She carried them with the slip. Entering the building to see a person sitting at a desk. On the desk had a laptop with a phone. There are folders with papers, all organized on this desk too.
The office had a small seating area with a table. There are various flyers for services offered. In one corner had a water dispenser. It was mainly lite purple with two pictures by the door.
The woman wasn't too tall, wearing a uniform of white and purple. Her blue eyes watch Noire come in. A white hat on her head with NH. Her blond hair was in pigtails.
"Morning, Noire-san," the receptionist greeted, smiling with a wave.
Noire nodded back, as her hands are full. "I've got your packages here, Histoire," Noire replied.
Histoire nodded and pointed to a clear spot on her desk. "Please put them here."
Noire did that and showed her the slip as this needed a signature. By the looks of it, one had bullets.
With others having flares and cleaning kits. Typical things needed for this business.
Histoire checked over the packages and signed the forms. She gave them back to Noire.
"Now then," Noire replied, putting away the forms. "I'll be leaving."
She got ready to leave as she turned, and took a few steps.
"Hello, Lonely Driver," a different voice said, coming from the back.
Noire groaned while stopping, great. The one person she didn't want to see is here.
"My name is Noire, not this lonely driver stuff, Neptune." A frowning Noire turned to look at the newcomer. Who came behind Histoire, leading to where their equipment should be stored.
As there is a white door there, which the person used.
It is a short woman, about as tall as Histoire. She has short purple hair with lite purple eyes. A pair of white gamepad clips on her head. She is wearing a purple shirt with a white skirt.
On her waist is a gun belt with some ammo and a pistol, on full safety, as it is to keep it from firing. Lastly, a pair of dark purple shoes on her feet.
Neptune walked closer to the two, giving a smile. "Come on, it suits you. You drive around with no one."
She stopped a few feet behind Histoire. Glad to catch Noire now, as she wanted to talk to the delivery driver. Along with talking to her before she leaves on an important matter.
Noire clicked her tongue. "That's how most delivery jobs are. Unless they need training. Nothing more or less, Neptune."
Histoire sighed, it would seem Neptune is at it again. She wasn't sure what to say about giving Noire such a nickname. As she didn't want to pry into Noire's personal life.
Neptune pouted at the cold reception. "Then why not join us? I'm sure you could have fun here."
Noire frowned, for whatever reason, Neptune wants her to work here. Hunting monsters or doing some odd jobs. Such as a mercenary. While she delivers things here, Neptune wasn't the only one doing this line of work.
There are others, Neptune's is near the lower tier. Given how … Neptune has problems working. But she kept it afloat.
"Neptune, where are you?" A different voice asked from the back, clearly mad.
Neptune stiffened. "Oh no." She was noticed.
Histoire looked and frowned at her. "Neptune, you aren't getting out of today's job, aren't you?" Her blue eyes turned cold.
This did jog her memory, Neptune does have a job lined up today. There are times you have to watch Neptune, she'll slack off.
Neptune rubbed the back of her head. "Well, I thought if I can get Noire here to join us. Things might be better."
Should have known, Noire thought with disgust. Sure it seems to be a step up from her current job, but not this one.
She rather looks at her options. All because she talked about learning to wield a sword and gun. For some reason, that caused Neptune to recruit her.
No thanks.
Another woman walked in. She is a little taller than Neptune, wearing a black jacket with green stripes on the sleeves. Along with a black shirt and shorts.
Her green eyes narrowed at seeing Neptune. Her grey boots stomp the ground while walking toward the spooked person.
On her gun belt has ammo, a combat knife, and a pistol. Her hands had grey fingerless gloves. A green ribbon on her brown shoulder-length hair.
"Neptune," she growled while glaring at Neptune. "We need to leave, now."
Neptune giggled nervously while holding her hands peacefully. "Come on, IF. I was trying to get Lonely Driver to join us."
IF clicked her tongue and stopped by her co-worker. Her right hand reached and grabbed Neptune's left ear.
Neptune winched in pain. "IF, could you please not do that."
IF shook her head at the whine. "No, you're going to 'work.' Don't come up with an excuse or have Compa. Do your share, when she is our medic. So, get your ass in gear!" She pulled the ear, causing a squall of pain.
Histoire sweat-dropped with Noire frowning, not sure what to do. As this isn't her problem.
Neptune waved her arms. "Okay, okay, I'm going."
IF let go, but nodded to the back. "Truck, now."
Neptune pouted but walked off.
Noire sighed in relief, saved by the most competent person in this place. Histoire is a good receptionist. But is just that.
Compa, the one talked about, is mainly the one who tends to their injuries. Given it is a dangerous job when fighting monsters. While Compa isn't the best at being a medic but can do her job here.
IF calmly looked at Noire. "While I don't like some of Neptune's ideas. You could make a nice addition, Noire."
She could see signs of Noire having potential. And if she is learning to use weapons. All the better for them.
Noire shook her head. "Not now, IF. I have a job right now, so, let's leave it at that."
IF shrugged, no point in forcing it. "Fine by me. Just think about it." She turned and left.
Noire narrowed her eyes. Yeah, make me babysit Neptune. No thanks.
Histoire cleared her throat. Noire looked at the blond. Giving a flat look.
"Yes?"
Histoire tapped her fingers nervously. "I'm sorry for Neptune's antics, but … you could join us. I'm sure you have your reasons for delivering things, but."
Noire rubbed her aching head. What is up with this bunch? Can't they get the message, she doesn't want to work here?
She couldn't count on getting paid here. Then dealing with Neptune's poke and prodding. Too many cons in her opinion.
"Not now," Noire replied, looking at her watch. "I have other things to deliver, bye." She walked out before Histoire could say anything.
Histoire sighed, that could have gone better. While they are a small company and are tight on money. If they could get another one with IF's skills. Things could get better.
Sure she didn't see how Noire is at fighting, but from what Neptune said. Along with a feeling, Noire seems a good fit for this job.
For she gives off an air of a fighter. Untrained but it is there. Maybe that is why IF wants her to join. Have some decent help. Or have someone handle their boss, even if she doesn't act like it.
Neptune is the founder of this company, but it is hard to get her to work. Even if she can fight to an extent.
Histoire sighed, there are times she wonders why she is here. Maybe because she got dragged into helping by Compa. As she is friends with the medic.
Noire is going down the highway to her next stop in her van, nearly over the speed limit. Not only to get away from that place but to enjoy the feel of speed. The rush of going fast.
It was intoxicating for her. Along with an odd feeling of fighting, more like challenging herself. That is why they might want her.
Given you have to be ready to fight a monster when the needs call for it. Still, monsters do keep out of cities. A saving grace as they could do untold damage.
Noire sighed while gripping the steering wheel. "I had to tell that chatterbox of my interest in learning guns and swords."
She has some books on the subject and practiced with a wooden sword. Along with finding a gun range that teaches you to shoot.
When she started this route, she did talk to Neptune at first. As she was curious about things, only to be bombarded with so many questions, with being labeled as lonely. Given she doesn't have any friends, Neptune didn't have to tease her about it.
Along with wanting her to join Neptune's group, which could be tempting. Only to learn how troublesome it would be.
As not many wanted to use Neptune's services. Given the mixed reviews.
She's better off with her current job, it is steady and helps make money. Still, she has a calling.
Why is it at K-city? There are other places to live at. But, she felt this is where she belongs.
After a few more drop-offs, Noire has her van parked. Close to the city, getting an overview of it. She is in the van, taking her lunch break while looking at K-city.
Noire smiled, for some reason, this site brought joy to her. Feeling as if it is calm and peaceful, or how it was in the past.
It felt this needs to be different. As if K-city is a shell of its former self. She could see the factories and people moving about.
With smog coming out of factories, couldn't they lessen them? No telling, but it seemed this city only produced things for somewhere. Not enough to dispute anything. But.
Noire shook her head. She can't say where those thoughts come from. Only that, something is off.
She bit into her sandwich. As it is what she mainly eats when at work. Or some takeout when in the city. For the most part, she has food on hand.
Once done, she went back to her route. After a few hours, Noire arrived back at Speedy Packages.
She parked into her slot and turned off her van. With a stretch, got out with her lunch bag. The van will be unloaded in a bit.
"Another day is done," Noire muttered. Glad to be done for the day.
"Noire," a voice called out to her.
Noire turned to see a middle-aged man, wearing a simple set of clothes. A pair of glasses on his face, standing close. This is her boss.
"Yes sir," Noire replied to him, curious as to what is going on.
"Are things going okay?" He asked a little tense.
Noire tilted her head, lost at this. "Yes, why?"
Her boss relaxed. "It is just you've been working hard. I thought something is wrong. Still, good work Noire. I'll see you on Monday."
Noire nodded and turned to leave. She just needs to put the slips away. Then she can go for the weekend.
As for her boss, he is concerned about his mysterious employee. She joined a few months ago, wanting a job. He did give it to her, and dispute problems hiring her.
As it seems she had no previous experience and id. As if she just appeared. That alone is weird.
But Noire has been a good worker. Only, why are some flags being raised with Noire? An inquiry into her has been made. Hopefully, it isn't bad.
Given how Noire is reserved but seems to be a good person.
Noire reached her home. Her scooter was able to get her here. She entered her home, putting away her stuff. Along with charging her scooter.
She walked to her bathroom. It was just the right size for one person. A shower, a sink with a small mirror, and a toilet. She has a few towels on a rack close to the shower. For drying and washing.
Taking off her clothes, once stripped. Showing her lean body. It had a little muscle with smooth skin and a soft tan.
Noire let her hair out of her pigtails, covering her back as a silky blanket reaching her firm rear. She entered her shower and started cleaning up.
She smiled when using her soap, a soft rose fragrance. Along with her shampoo, given she has long hair.
While she could cut it, she wants to keep her hair long. So, she takes care of it. Making it shiny and soft.
After another few minutes, she turned off the warm water.
"That feels good," Noire purred, feeling refreshed.
She walked out of her shower and grabbed a towel. She hummed while drying her body.
Then her hair got dried. She walked while picking up her used clothes. She placed it in a hamper by her closet. A small dresser there too, holding her underwear.
She opened it to get underwear. She put on a pair of grey panties, that had a motorcycle on the back. With a "born to ride" on the front.
Noire didn't get a shirt as she lives alone and didn't feel like one, not now anyway. With all the blinds closed. Now for a quick fridge raid.
She dined on leftover pasta she made yesterday at her table. A simple spaghetti.
"I wonder if I'll go to Bella Italia again?" Noire wondered, she has gone there before and enjoyed it.
She has a fondness for pasta. While there are a few pasta restaurants, Bella is pretty good. For a chain, she has heard they are in other cities. Along with others that came from other cities here.
Maybe another weekend. This one, she is going to the range. Get some practice in. Along with looking at a weapon shop.
For the most part, all the mercenaries use guns. A select few wield a blade. IF could fall in that category. But from what she heard. It is only a last-ditch effort.
Still, she wanted to learn swordsmanship. Already she has a few books and a wooden sword to practice with.
Noire finished her meal and picked up her dishes. Then walked to her sink and cleaned them. With a quick dry, put them away.
She walked to the middle of her home, where she has the most space to practice. While she is tired from work, she wanted a little practice.
She looked at her practice sword resting by the wall. It was claymore type, not overly bulky. She should get a smaller one, but she can handle it.
Her right hand gripped it. With a twist, she got in a ready stance. Feeling the weight of her sword, lighter than a real one. As she held a real one in the weapons shop. They will let you get a feel for swords. Given melee weapons are different from guns.
Even the gun range isn't that far from the shop. Given how the two share customers.
A frown on her face then gave a swing that would hit the legs of her imaginary opponent. Then an overhead chop. Her practice slashes went different ways. Then she lowered her sword after a few more swings.
Taking calming breaths. Noire is calmer, feeling the stress from the day leave her. Mostly from being around Neptune.
Still, why is she so hung on this? A sense of fighting, and her wanting to learn to use weapons.
Noire lowered her head. "Should I join a mercenary band? I want to challenge myself. But, is that the only way?"
While she could find one, Neptune excluded, there are a few close by. She could have asked them, despite not knowing where she came from.
That is one mystery that bugs her the most. She woke up near K-city wearing simple clothes. Only knowing her name, and that's it.
No memories of her past. Just her name and a feeling she is needed. Like she just appeared from thin air.
"Why can't I shake this feeling," Noire muttered while placing a hand over her naked chest. "That I'm in danger or something bad will happen. Why?"
She doesn't want to make trouble but the mystery of her just showing up, combined with those dreams. Who is she?
Sadly for the young woman, nothing comes to mind.
Near midnight, on the outskirts of K-city. Dark blue light moved toward this spot.
Collecting into a shape. At first, it didn't form but then a glimmer of blue light erupted.
A motor roared. A white motorcycle is at that spot. Its white paint looked to be glowing.
It is black along the middle of the motorcycle. The handles are dark blue. The front light has a tint of blue, along with four glowing white buttons in a diamond pattern.
It has black wheels, near the front had two blades on each side, a few inches between them, with being a few feet in front of wheels. Black and straight. A pair of smooth fins by the blades, as protect the rider's legs.
It revved its motor again, as a tiger roaring in the night. Then, it shot off on the highway with no driver. Tires squealed as the motorcycle rush at the city.
The burner behind it blasted, as it pushed to speeds beyond a reasonable limit. Giving a flash of red and blue.
This motorcycle had finally formed, despite all the work to keep it at bay.
While slowed, it wouldn't be stopped from forming. For its master is here, waiting for it. Only having no master would stop it.
But, she's here in this city. Sensing her presence. As she felt it. For they are bonded.
Her t-vehicle.
For what she is, they all own such things as their status. With needing it for the future.
In a place where dozens of people work on monitoring things in K-city. Men and women worked on computers. Taking note of events.
At one spot, an alarm sounded. Causing a few curses.
A person looked at what caused it. A gulping was heard.
"Not again," he said with fear.
Months ago this same event took place. Share energy, the power source that they used collected together. Forming something as before.
Only, they couldn't make out what it was. Only that it seemed to form outside of K-city.
That wasn't the scary part, others have been reported from the other two cities.
Around four events took place. As the share was making something. All around the cities.
"What is going on?" A female voice demanded, behind the person.
The woman was of medium height, wearing a black business suit.
The person gulped and moved to let his supervisor look.
The woman clicked her tongue. "Again, why is this happening? Share doesn't just make things. Unless." She hummed in thought.
Then a ring came from the woman, causing a grunt. That is her cellphone ringing with her boss's tone.
"Great, she knows as well," the woman replied, as she is eating a sour dish.
For she doesn't like the woman who is put in charge. As she is a bit nutty about things. Putting it lightly.
The woman picked up her cell phone. Soon a conversation started. After a few minutes of talking. She hung up.
"Okay." She looked at the shivering man. "Make a report of this. Everything of it, and match it with the last event. Our boss wants information on it."
The person nodded and got to work.
As for the supervisor, she walked off. Her shoes make a noise walking off. Along with whispering of this.
For things have gotten strange. Why did share make these things? Unless it can't be possible.
That almost made her stop walking from the thought of it.
Those types of beings haven't been around for years.
Even if there is a rumor of one still around. To think that goddesses have come back.
It can't be possible. From what they said, no more should be created. They couldn't, unless, the unrest has spurted.
If that along with reports of strange things taking place. Could that be the catalyst? But then why? They've been doing good. Or is there something wrong?
People have questioned the rule of the three, or is it four? In the last city, hardly anyone lives there. Let alone the rumors of who lived there.
Along with making share now. It is being made the right way, is it?
But, if this is any indication of something is wrong. What is it? Why are the goddesses returning to Gamindustri? And what does it mean for them?
A/N Here is another story from my crazy mind. Give a comment or review on the story. Take care everyone.