Nihao!

I did not write this one, this is the effort of my best friend who still 
does not have Internet access. For some reason, she doesn't consider me 
an objective reviewer for her fics. As she is a new author and a bit 
unsure of her writeing ability I ask that you please, please, PLEASE 
send C&C. It will be forwarded to her. Hey, this is a cool fic, check it 
out.

JG

Jusenkyo Productions Proudly Presents
A Bubblegum Crisis Fan Fic
Angel of Justice
By Lin Chi

	In the news paper today, there was an editorial letter saying that the 
ADP is an effective weapon of destruction, but of property, not of 
Boomer. The author of the letter says the Knight Sabers cause less 
destruction then the ADP. I had to laugh at this. It was the KS that 
took out Aqua City and the Boomer testing ground. Another letter stated 
the what the Knight Sabers were wrong in fighting Genom. 'It's against 
the law' they said. Can't people see that...
	Nene looked up from her computer when she hear her phone ring. It was 
Sylia. She was in Saber mode, cold, unfeeling, mechanical. Her eyes were 
void of all life, as was her voice. If Nene didn't know better, she 
would have sworn that Sylia was a Boomer.
	"It's a new one Nene. Get over here as fast as you can." With that, the 
image blinked out.  
	Nene sighed and turned off her computer. * Another Boomer for the 
others to destroy, * she thought as she closed the door to her 
apartment.
	
	A few days later, Nene was doing some research on the boomer that had 
gotten away that night, when the wall across the room disappeared into 
an explosion. When the dust had cleared, the newest of a line of combat 
boomers stood, bathed in the light of the setting sun. It's red skin 
reflected the light, making it seemed as if it glowed. The gleam in it's 
eyes faded then intensified as it took in it's surroundings. After only 
a moment, it raised it's arm and began to fire.
	Leon and Daley arrived in time to witness the massacre. The room had 
been filled with people. It was now being filled with death and pain. 
Leon peeked around the corner when the firing stopped. If Kami-sama had 
appeared and told him that Priss would marry him and Genom would fall 
within the hour, he could not have been more surprised at what he saw.
	Nene stood over the decapitated Boomer, a long, sharp piece of shrapnel 
in her hands. Her uniform was in tatters. Blood flowed down her arms and 
on to the remains of the Boomer. Her breath came in rapid gasps and her 
chest heaved. She dropped her weapon and collapsed.
	Leon sprinted across the room and caught Nene just before she hit the 
floor. He knelt and turned her onto her back and brushed the blood 
soaked hair from her face. A glance down at her body told him the young 
girl would probably die in his arms. Blood seemed to blanket her and the 
green eyes that always seemed to laugh were dull and unfocused. Leon 
hated the thought that another warrior would slip into the last stage of 
life while he held her. Like Jeena.
	Nene looked up at the man that held her and whispered, "See, Mackie, I 
can fight too. Just as good as Priss or Linna."
	"Yeah, you did great, Nene," Leon choked out.
	"We're proud of you," added Daley, who knelt down across from his 
partner. He took her hand in both of his, surprised at how cold it was.
	Nene smiled and sighed in contentment. She closed her eyes as her last 
breath left her. Her head fell back and the small body went limp. Leon 
laid the body on the floor and 
allowed himself a moment to mourn the life that had been cut so short, 
before standing to help the surviving wounded.

	Priss finished her act and walked over to the bar. The news of Nene's 
death had hit her hard. It had hurt more then she thought it would. It 
was like living through her boyfriends death all over again. As a 
consequence, the concert had been terrible. Her music had always been 
her comfort, but tonight, as she sang, memories flashed before her. Nene 
getting drunk. Nene failing her level again. Her rescuing Nene time and 
time again. Nene's smile and bright eyes at the end of a concert. Priss 
had left the stage in tears.
	Priss ordered her usual and looked around. Her gaze came to rest on a 
slumped figure on the other end of the bar. Priss felt that she had seen 
that denim jacket somewhere else. And the brown hair, too.
	"How long has that guy been here?" she asked the bar keep.
	"Oh, enough for him to have about six too many ," came the reply. "He's 
been here since before your show."
	Priss walked over to the unconscious figure. The man had passed out 
face down still holding his half full mug. Priss grabbed the back of his 
jacket and pulled.
	"Leon!"
	The man in question didn't even respond. His eyes were glazed over and 
his mouth hung open. The beginnings of a beard were speckled across his 
pale face. The thick brown hair was a tangled mess.
	"Put what ever he owes on my tab and make sure he doesn't leave. I have 
to change and make a phone call."
	"I'll watch him but I don't think he'll be able to move any time soon," 
replied the bar keep, looking at the stone drunk inspector.
	Priss sighed, nodding in agreement. She walked to her dressing room and 
changed into her motorcycling leathers. Then she placed a call to Linna 
and got her answering machine. With great reluctance, she called Sylia's 
number. Mackie answered.
	"Mackie, pardon me for saying so, but you look like shit!" Mackie had 
dark circles under his eyes his dark hair bore a more then a passing 
resemblance to Leon's.
	"Gee, thanks Priss. You're not looking so hot yourself, you know."
	"Sorry. Is Sylia there?" asked Priss, running her hand through her hair 
in a vain attempt to straighten it out.
	"Just a sec..."
	Sylia's face appeared on the screen and Priss felt mildly irritated. 
Sylia looked as she had for as long as Priss had known her. Perfect 
hair. Perfect dress. Perfect Sylia.
	"Priss, what's the problem?" The retothrash singer had never made a 
social call in her life, so there had to be a problem.
	"I need to ask you for a favor. Leon is drunk and I can't get him back 
to his apartment by myself. I tried to call Linna, but she not at home. 
Would it be possible to get a ride?"
	 Sylia smiled and said, "I thought you were going to report that a 
stray Boomer had torn down the Hot Legs. Of course I'll come."
	"T...thank you, Sylia," Priss stuttered in amazement.

	A half an hour later, the van that normally carried the Motoslaves 
parked in front of the club. Priss stood there with Leon's arm over her 
shoulder and her arm around his waist, supporting him. Priss' jaw 
dropped when she saw the truck.
	Linna jumped out the passenger side and helped Priss with Leon. "I was 
at Sylia's apartment when you called. She suggested that we bring the 
truck to take yours and Leon's bike with us."
	"Oh."
	Priss pointed out the two bikes to Sylia, who carefully loaded them 
into the truck. Linna and Priss had managed to get Leon in the backseat 
and were waiting for Sylia. She squeezed into the drivers seat and asked 
a good question.
	"Where does Leon live?"
	Priss turned to ask the one person that would know automatically and 
found her missing. Choking back a sob she dug into a pocket and pulled 
out a card. It was Leon's business card. On the back, he had written his 
home address. She handed it to Sylia. The trip was done in a mournful 
silence.

	Sylia opened the door with the key taken from Leon's pocket. Priss and 
Linna staggered in carrying their burden between them. Sylia finally 
found the light switch behind a pile of boxes and flipped it. She gasped 
as she turned around.
	"He lives like this?!" Sylia asked, indicating the piles of boxes, take 
out packages and books. Never had she seen a mess like this. Not even 
Priss was this messy.
	Linna and Priss stared at the boxes that served as tables and the 
cluttered sofa. A mixture of emotions showed on their faces. For Priss 
it was humor and astonishment. Linna was horrified and puzzled.
	"Where does he sleep?" she asked.
	It took a few minutes before Sylia found the bed behind a stack of 
boxes. The two friends dropped the inspector on the mattress and pulled 
off his boots. Sylia left to see if she could find some herbal tea, 
taking Linna with her. Priss found a sheet on the floor and draped it 
over him. It was when she brushed the stray hairs from his face that she 
realized something was wrong.
	"Sylia!"
	"What is it, Priss?" she asked as she walked into the room. Sylia knelt 
next to Priss and placed a hand on Leon's forehead. It was hot to the 
touch. "He probably got something that was way pass it's expression date 
and was too drunk to notice. Linna, would you please get a bowl of cool 
water and a cloth?"
	"It may take some time to find that stuff," she replied from the door. 
She held a box of tea bags and a hot pot.
	"Priss. Go with her. I'll take care of the inspector until you get 
back," Sylia said, as a look of panic crossed Priss' face.
	The two girl wondered off to find the requested items. Sylia looked at 
the young man before her. "She loves you, you know." she whispered, 
pulling down the sheet and taking off his jacket and shirt.
	Several minutes later, Linna and Priss came in carrying a bowl of water 
and a torn piece of cloth. Sylia lifted an eyebrow, thinking that the 
cloth might be all that remained of one of Leon's shirts. Priss unzipped 
her motorcycling outfit to reveal a torn T-shirt.
	Sylia dipped the cloth in the water and gently washed the inspectors 
chest. She remembered the many times she had done the same thing with 
Mackie and smiled. "We'll need to keep him cool."
	"I'll stay with him," Priss said a little too quickly. A blush passed 
over her face. "I mean, if that's what he needs...er... someone to watch 
over him..."
	"That's very nice of you to volunteer, Priss." Sylia dipped the cloth 
in the bowl, wrung it out and placed it on Leon's forehead. "I'll clear 
off the couch so you can get some sleep after his fever breaks."
	"Thanks Sylia...for everything."
	Sylia smiled, turned and walked out of the room with Linna. A few 
minutes later, Priss heard the door of the apartment close. She turned 
her attention to the ADP inspector.
	"I guess it's just you and me now," Priss whispered. She looked up on a 
shelf and had to smile. All alone on the shelf, was the cup she had 
asked him to throw away the day they met at Funy Day.

	Later, Priss was dosing off on the floor next to the bed when Leon 
started having fever dreams. It was then that the singer learned what 
had driven the highly respected inspector to get so drunk.
	"Nene..." 
	Priss took his hand and cried.

	He stood in a place where reality and dreams mixed together, but 
neither existed. Below him were the stars or were they the clouds? He 
couldn't quite tell. Above him was an immense void. There was no air 
surrounding him, but he did not lack for air. There was a warmth around 
him, yet he was cold.
	A voice whispered his name. He tried to follow it, but could not move. 
Why was he so weak? Had it been the voice that had sounded so familiar, 
yet so different?
	The voice called again, closer this time. The man had known that voice 
when... When was it? He needed to know, before...Before what?
	The man forced himself to turn around. The vision before him seemed 
somehow familiar. It was a female with wide green eyes. Wings like those 
of a large dove, flowed from her small back. A gown of the purist white 
surrounded the tiny body like a second skin. It took the man a moment to 
realize she was just a young girl, not yet a woman. It was also then 
that he recognized her.
	"Nene..."
	"Hello, Leon. You shouldn't be here."
	"But... how? I watched you die while I held you. That Boomer..."
	"Yes, Leon. I did die. But I didn't leave you. I will never leave you, 
the ADP, or the Knight Sabers."
	"What? I don't understand."
	"I have been given a job, Leon. It is to protect and help all those who 
fight for justice. So long as people like you or the Knight Sabers 
exist, I will be there. That is a promise that will last forever." Nene 
reached out to brush her fingers across his cheek. "It is time for you 
to go back, my friend. Priss is worried. If you ever need me or question 
the good your doing, just call to me. I will be there."

	"Priss?"
	"Leon! You're awake! How do you feel?"
	Leon thought for a moment and said, "Awful. What happened?"
	"What's the last thing you remember?" Priss asked.
	"Starting on my third beer. From then on, things get a little fuzzy." 
He sat up and instantly wished he hadn't.
	"You passed out after drinking something you shouldn't. Some friends 
and I brought you back here, to your apartment. We found that you had a 
high fever and I've spent the last ..." she checked her watch, "the last 
ten hours trying to break it."
	"I saw Nene... and ...she said that she would always protect people 
like you and the ADP..."
	Priss sat down on the edge of the bed and took Leon's hand. "What you 
saw was a fever dream. It wasn't real."
	"But I saw her...she was an angel... and she told me..."
	Priss stroked his flushed face. "Leon. Nene is dead."
	The inspector sighed. "It just seemed so real."
	"I know. Try to get some sleep," Priss said, as she gently pushed Leon 
back to the pillow. "I'll be on the couch, Okay?"
	Leon had passed out as soon as his head touched the pillow. Priss 
pulled the sheet over his shoulders and turned to leave. Out of the 
corner of her eye, she thought she saw a flash of red hair and laughing 
green eyes. When she looked, something shiny caught her eye. She picked 
it up. The object was an ADP badge. It wasn't Leon's, the number was 
wrong. Yet it was familiar. It had once been worn by Nene Romanova.
	"Now how did this get here?" Priss wondered aloud. She looked at the 
Leon, then back to the badge. Then she looked up and back at the badge. 
"Naw... it couldn't be." She looked at Leon once again. "Could it?"





Here sir we come to famous training ground of accursed springs
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|Guide of the training grounds|Ranma 1/2, Tenchi Muyo, BGC,  |
|of accursed springs, 8th     |AMG, Tank Police, Gall Force, |
|Disciple of Eriond, and proud|You're Under Arrest, GitS, ADP|
| member of the SkAS          |Project A-ko, UY, VPM, BGC!   |
---------http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/6549 ----------------|
|Akane, Linna, Washu, Nene,   |Nene showed Mackie just how   |
|Skuld, Belldandy, Kiyone     |much she knew. Winter Blossoms|
---------------------------Jusenkyo---------------------------


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