Û¥-Part 1
by Thomas Hamill
The Guyver is a trademarked term, and it isn't owned by me.
Ranma 1/2 and all its characters were created by Takahashi Rumiko.
Killian J. Harper and Yowaki are original characters, and are not owned by any conglomeration.
Chapter 1
*It's a goddamn Saturday!* Killian angrily thought. *If the old bastard wants me to do some crazy test on me, the least he can do is be on time!* Looking around the small laboratory, filled with computers and glass containers, each holding some odd technological artifact. *Heeello. What's this?* Killian looked around, making sure no one was around. He reached inside the case, picked up the odd, hexagonal disk. Organic looking cables circled the center, and some sort of dark metal reaching from the center hemisphere, wrapping around the "corners" of the disk. Killian hefted it in the air, testing its weight. *Damn! This thing is heavy!* He thought.
"Killian J. Harper!" A bellowing voice shouted. Or at least it tried to bellow. "How many times do I have to tell you! DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!"
Giving the doctor an amused look, the teenager calmly asked "relax. It's just a funny looking discu-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The reply was cut off in mid word, as the disk exploded into action. The organic cables shot from the "disk," and began to wrap the high school student. Killian never stopped screaming.
*D-damn! T-this really HURTS!* The cables finished their business, and Killian was on the floor, completely unconscious.
"Incredible! The legends were true!" Dr. Jones shouted excitedly.
Several hours later, Killian awoke on a couch. The ugliest damn couch in the world. It was a mottled brown with orange splotches. It was also slightly less comfortable than the floor when one laid upon it. Looking around the cluttered lounge, the confused student righted himself. "Owwww..." he stated, holding his throbbing head in his hands. "What in the Nine Hells happened?" A vision came into his mind, of a suit of organic looking armor, all black, with long talons on each hand. It was tearing apart a monster of some type, its fur and limbs quickly littering the ground. Killian shivered, violently. It wasn't the scene that disturbed him, it the feeling that the armored figure, would _be_ him.
"Among us living, Hmmm?" Standing, Killian looked towards Dr. Jones. "You know, the military has been sucking up to me for the past few hours, while you were unconscious."
"Why?" Killian asked. "Why would the Army want me?"
"Because," the doctor began, adjusting his glasses so they flashed once in the overhead lights. "You are the only known Guyver."
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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 don't 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 faintly 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 something alive. A small, circular metal plate embedded in the Guyver's abdomen began to glow.
<Uh... Killian?> Yowaki's voice stated inside the others head. <We have a slight problem.>
<What did I do, this time?> Was surly reply.
<You didn't do anything.> The mythical mongoose mentally straightened his shoulders. <There's an Oroichi here.>
<Do I even want to know?>
<It'll be better if I explain when you get back.>
Killian swore in several languages: English, Cantonese, the language of the Guyvers, Kilrathi, Sirian, Space Basic, and Mongoose for a long while.
"And you expect me to believe that load of crap?!" Killian was pissed off. The mongoose had diverted him from a nice, relaxing flight around the city, and dumped a story so full of bull shit it stank in his lap. "An eight headed dragon, came in here, kidnapped Raku, then left, without your noticing? How could something do this?"
"Its magic." Yowaki said unhappily. "Like me."
Eyeing Yowaki carefully, Killian asked "magic, eh? And what does the dragon-thing want with Raku."
"It wants to eat her."
"Where is it." Normally, such a statement was reserved for dogs or cats, especially when they did something "bad." In this case, the statement meant "tell me where this bastardly thing is, so that I can go and kill it. Slowly and painfully." Yowaki, adventurer and mystical creature extroidenaire, smiled weakly and performed a perfect Big Sweat. Quite a feat for a horned mongoose.
"Ehehe... I think it's somewhere in the city." Yowaki looked very nervous.
"Yo," Killian began after thinking for a moment, "aren't your kind the only known predators of the orochi?"
"Yes. And to complete a perfectly worthless paradox, the only natural predator of the horned mongoose is the orochi."
"So... it could eat you, and you could eat it?"
The despondent creature nodded.
"Damned coward. No sense of adventure."
"HEY! I have fought, and killed, both Saiyiji, and Freyeji! Don't call me a coward, "Tell you what... if you can find it, I'll kill it, and we get Raku back."
[snip of Killian/Guyver Talon slaughtering gigantic orochi, as Yowaki hides behind a really big rock. Raku is tied up and hanging on a spit in the background. Finally, both sides are nearly down. As the orochi charges for one last chance attack, Killian opens the chest plates, and powers up the Mega-Smasher, and blasts the giant reptile into its component atoms.]
"Ready to leave yet?" Yowaki impatiently asked Killian. "We've been here for several months, and you're quite competent, even by the standards of your kind, with that armor of yours."
"Almost. One more thing to do, here." Killian continued to pack his backpack. "Where are we going next?"
Taking a small computer pad from nullspace, Yowaki tapped the small viewscreen a couple of times. "Hmmm..."
"I thought you only used magic?"
"If that were true, then I didn't just connect to ;alt.universe.horned.mongoose.and.a.guyver,' just to see where our next assignment is."
Narrowing his eyes, Killian asked "what do you mean 'our next assignment?'"
Laughing nervously the mongoose began his explanation...
Several hours later, Killian was sitting on the couch holding his head. "I really shouldn't have asked" he mumbled.
Sitting smugly on Guyver Talon's shoulder, Yowaki simply said those four words that have damned men for centuries. "I told you so."
"Damn you, Yo. Now, where in the Nine Hells are we going?"
"You won't like it, Killer." Sparing a glance at said person's eyes, Yowaki wisely rethought that answer. "I mean, uh, uhm... that... you... might not like the next universe."
"Why."
"We're going to go visit a person I once new to be a fine and upstanding member of the community. And a great martial artist."
"Do I even want to know this persons name?"
"Nope."
"Then humor me."
A slight pause, then: "Happosai."
"Damndamndamndamndamndamndamn." Killian began to slam his head into the coffee table, both repeatedly and noisily.
Several Days Later...
A despondent cat-girl, Raku, was obviously upset about something. "Do you really have to go?" She asked, quite depressed. It was most heart-wrenching.
Hating himself for it, Killian closed his eyes and steadied himself. "Yes." He paused and looked at her fondly. "But I'll come back. This is by far one of the best realities I've been to. I wouldn't mind spending eternity here, especially if I knew I could count on a Salusian to help me spend my free time..."
Raku giggled, and looked faintly embarressed.
Yowaki let out an exaggerated sigh, and loudly proclaimed to Killian "if you are done flirting with the cat, could we go now? Please?" The last word was inflected in such a way as to drive any person, regardless of species, up the walls.
Killian looked over his shoulder, towards the impatient mongoose. "Quiet, you lousy excuse for a ferret." Turning back to Raku, he whispered something into her large, catlike ear. The effect was for her to blush, even the thin layer of fur. Tears began to brim in her eyes, and a happy smile played across her face.
"Promise?" She quietly asked.
The Guyver nodded without hesitation.
"_Now_ can we go?" Yowaki whined, trying to pitiful and abused. And doing quite well at it. "Please?"
"Stand back, Raku, I'm going to change." Saying thus, the catlike Salusion stepped back, and Killain activitated the Guyver armor. It was a flat black, and looked quite ominous, even in the daylight. While it had the normal vibroblades that other Guyvers used, Guyver Talon also had small claws on each finger that could extend to nearly a foot long. The vibroblades curved forward, starting at the elbow and sweeping past the forearm, stopping above and behind the wrist. When extended, the blades reach past the wrist and hand by several inches.
"If you would, please activitate the gravity cannon." Now all traces of patheticness were departed from the horned mongoose's voice. "But don't fire it."
"I know, Yowaki. We have done this before, you know."
"It never hurts to be reminded how to do something properly."
"Always got to have the last word don't you?" Killian asked.
"Of course." Then the mongoose began to chant sofly in a foreign language, one that Raku didn't understand at all, and Killian understood about every fifth word or so. After several minutes, Killian spread his hands apart, the gathered energy from the gravity cannon forming a swirling vortex. Softly, the mongoose sighed and said two words. "It's done."
"I'll go first." The Guyver hopped through the portal. Sighing deeply, the mongoose favored the Salusian with a "we're going to miss you look," then hopped into the vortex.
Chapter 2
It was a beautiful night in Nerima, but you would never be able to see the stars. This thought troubled Saotome Ranma, the heir, and probably next Grand Master, of the Anything-Goes School of Martial Arts. Thinking back, he remembered the nights in China.
Deciding that he had spent enough time utop the roof, he began to hop down, when a large vortex opened above the pond. An armored figure fell out, head first, into the pond. Soon after, a small ferret-like creature fell out and landed gracefully on the longest spike on the armored ones head.
"Get off me, Yowaki" Killian said. The metal spheres on each side of his moved in their grooves for a moment then returned to their original positions. "And we've got a person on the roof. Think he's going to jump?"
Eyeing the young man critically, the horned mongoose smiled.
Seeing the armor shake its quickly from side to side, Ranma had to laugh. It wasn't everyday you see a horned rodent land on someones head, then go flying towards a wall at about 50 miles an hour. Instead of smacking into the wall, the creature's horn began to glow. It stopped inches shy of the wall, and cast a glare at the armor that would do Akane or Ryoga proud. The armor laughed. So did Ranma.
"Care to come down now?" The armor asked Ranma.
Suddenly suspicous, Ranma asked why.
"Because the rat is looking for an old friend, Happosai."
"I am _not_ a rat!" The small mammal shrieked indignantly. "I am a Horned Mongoose! The difference between me and a rat is the same as the difference between you and the lad there." The mongoose sniffled.
"You're friends of Happosai?" Ranma asked, now definitly suspicous of the odd pair.
"Yo is. I'm just a hapless Guyver stuck travelling through all of reality with an overly cheerful, hyperactive horned mongoose.
Hearing the comments from across the yard, said mongoose stated with utter finality: "and I'm supposed to keep that brute from destroying anything that might be useful. Or what might become useful."
"So what are you? That rat-thing is a horned mongoose, but what are you?" asked Ranma.
"I was human." Standing up, Killian spread his arms, and the organic armor slid from him, back into the pocket dimension. "And was an American."
"How did you learn Japanese so well?" "The rat got tired of only speaking English to me, so he thought that I needed to learn more languages. Right now I'm about at 30 or so."
Apparently decided he had enough, Yowaki scampered across the yard, and claimed a perch on Killian's shoulder. "Now, is there anything to eat?"
Looking to the slowly brightening East, RAnma thought for a moment. "Uh... Kasumi should be up in an hour or two... Breakfast should be on in about two and a half hours."
"Any open all night eateries?"
"The karoake bar is three blocks to the south, then two to the west."
"Thanks. Tell Happi that Yowaki-sama is in town for me, will you? There's a good human." Grabbing Killian's ear, the mongoose forced the much larger human in the direction indicated.
Killian by responded by swearing at the diminuitive in Mongoose.
"What?!" Happosai did not look happy. "You sure the horned mongoose said its name was 'Yowaki?'" Then thinking to himself, *if Yowaki finds out how corrupted I've become, he'll sick that Guyver of his on me! Somehow, I must turn this into a lesson for Ranma...* After pondering how he could turn his own corrupution and thievery to training Ranma, the Grand Master of the Anything-Goes School of Martial Arts, began to laugh insanely. So insanely in fact, that if anyone would have bothered to notice, they would have been quite disturbed.
"Would you like some tea, Mr. Happosai?" Kasumi asked pleasently.
id from him, back into the pocket dimension. "And was an American."
"How did you learn Japanese so well?"€+ DpKathy McGuire
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