TekkaKnight Warhammer
presents
an Oh My Goddess/Teknoman crossover

The Machine's Wish

using characters from the anime and manga
Oh My Goddess and Space Knight Tekkaman Blade

Note: This is from Ringo Richards' perspective

I remember now. I was about 8 or 9 and school was starting for me. I was
going to meet my best friends, Bobby and Ace, at the bus stop when I saw her.
She was sitting in the trees on the very edge of my home. I watched her for a
minute before realizing that I was going to miss the bus if I stayed. 

After school, I said good-bye to my friends and saw her in the same tree,
staring at the sky. At first, I just shrugged it off, went home, and went
about my business. Almost every morning and afternoon I would see her in the
tree again. I started to get more and more curious as time went on.

I couldn't really tell what made me think about her. Well, what she wore was
not exactly from around here. I doubt that wearing a denim cloak with a robe
and trousers made of the same material and boots you'd find in some fantasy
book was the norm from where she came from for that matter.

Her hair was short, split from the center and reached the top of her
collarbone. It seemed so loose as it swayed in the wind on those blustery
days. I couldn't make out her face that much, on account that I never got
close enough to see her features. 


Then, a few weeks before Thanksgiving, I finally gathered the courage to walk
up and talk to her. It started out as any conversation would between friends.
She invited me to sit in the tree with her. I wasn't sure, she seemed so
familiar, but at the same time, she was a stranger. Shrugging I took her
invite and stared at the sky with her as the clouds moved above us and the
sun set. 

In our talks, we'd speak about the goings on in the world. I was just a kid
and didn't know all the details about those things. She almost seemed amused
at my childish view on how the world was revolving now a days. She talked
too, but she seemed more patient than I gave her credit for. She always
talked in a way that I could understand, mostly on how to be a better man in
this world filled with jerks.

In those small moments of silence, I was able to get a good look at her face.
She looked to be about 22 or 23 years old. She was Japanese, but with some
weird marks on her forehead. No doubt, she was very beautiful. Kind. Yet, she
seemed so sad. Whenever I left for the day, I could see that look in her
eyes. A look that almost pleaded not to go and be left alone. Almost as if
she had no one else in this world, But I never got around to asking why.

She and I became good friends as time went on. At Christmas, I took a pair of
cups of hot chocolate and we'd sit in the tree watching the snow fall. She
was a great friend. All she asked for was company and I wanted to give her so
much more. In fact, I even gave a scarf that I got for Christmas to her. I
could never forget how happy she was. That was when it came to me, I didn't
even know her name. When I asked her, she hushed me and said with a wink that
she'd tell me when the time is right. 

Sadly, it was not to last. After the snow had thawed and the temperature was
going up, I overheard a man talking to my parents. He was Japanese too, but
with somewhat wild hair and small braid at the back of his head. He looked to
be about the same age as the woman I was talking to, only a bit older. He was
asking about the woman I had been talking to and saying that he was searching
for her. I had a bad feeling about him. 

The next morning, I saw her leaning against the side of a tree. I told her
about him and she nodded. She knew she was being followed. She had that sad
look in her eyes again. Yet this one seemed more sad than all the other
combined. Like you were never going to see that person you really cared about
ever again. I didn't want her to leave and she didn't want to leave.
Regardless, she began to walk away, her footsteps heavier than a two ton
brick. Before she walked out of sight, I asked her what her name was. She
answered. 

The next day, I couldn't remember a thing about her. Until now. After all
this time, I wonder how Megumi is doing?   

{From the journal of Ringo Richards, December 6, 2099.}

The End



What do you people think?

-WarHammer