TekkaKnight Warhammer
Presents
An Oh My Goddess/Teknoman crossover
The Machine's Blessing
Prologue
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 later, 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 patience 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 others 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, February 21, 2100.}
The End
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