>From my not-quite-sick mind, this idea slowly wove itself into my life.
I even had dreams about this small teaser. Please, if you don't like
this idea of mine, please be polite in telling me off.
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	Killian awoke from the dream soaked in cold, clammy, sheets. Breathing
hard, the Guyver slowly brought his heartbeat return to normal levels.
Thinking back, it seemed that "Dr. Jones" had done everything that was
humanly possible to mess up his life. At a very young age, 
the doctor started "treatments," administered through shots, to turn the
young man into an enhanced human. Then the Guyver unit - and his
subsequent martial status, always training to "use" the Guyver to its
full extent. Damn the unit.
	"Guyver Talon?" A concerned voice rang through the small room. "Are you
okay? I heard you scream, and thought you might be in trouble."
	"I wasn't in trouble , it was that damnable Dream, again." Looking at
the cat-girl, Killian rethought his earlier decision about the unit.
"And please give me any more of this 'Guyver Talon' shit. I realize that
is what I am, but it isn't my _name_."
	"Oh." A moment of silence. "What is your name?"
	"Killian."

	The dawn found one of the residents of the large, for New York City,
apartment on the roof, "meditating."
	Something tapped him on the shoulder. Killian jumped five feet straight
up, and shouted. Quite a feat for a person not using the armor or
trained extensively in the martial arts.
	"Don't do that, Yowaki!" The Guyver berated the horned mongoose. "You
scared me almost to death.'
	Grinning, the magical creature stuck its tongue out at its friend and
made a rude noise.	
	"Don't give me that 'I'm-an-innocent-stupid-creature' routine. You and
I both know you 
speak perfectly good English. And Japanese. And Mandarin. And German.
And God knows how many other languages."
	Looking slightly annoyed, the ferret-like creature snorted. "Well,
you're no fun this morning. I thought you would like to visit a reality
where you can learn about Guyver history - 
and yourself." Inspecting a claw for burrs, Yowaki continued. "And
especially the people. Why just last night I heard Raku in your room..."
Killian put his head in his palms and silently groaned.
	"You, are a pain in the ass."
	"I try. You have absolutely _no_  idea how many centuries I had to live
through to get my technique perfect."
	Another groan, this one audible, and Killian jumped from the roof.
	"Always he goes for the adrenaline rush, and always this early in the
morning." The mongoose shook its horned head.

	As Killian neared the rapidly approaching street, one word could fainly
be heard by anyone who cared to listen. "GUYVER!" The organic armor
exploded from the two purple 
marks on the back of his neck, and quickly formed a near-perfect sphere
around him. Nearly as quickly, the sphere imploded, covering the falling
Killian in armor, slightly reminiscent of an alien. 
A small, circular metal plate embedded in the Guyver's abdomen began to
glow.

-- 
Thomas Hamill
thamill@psd.k12.co.us
"If pro is the opposite of con, then is progress the opposite 
of congress?" -unknown