Author's notes: This is a megafusion of many anime characters, where I just
borrow them and plop them all into one city and make some of them
superheroes. Don't be surprised if there are any similarities in the style
that the story is written and the plot with that of Astro city. This is
because this is intended to be a work that pays tribute to both anime and
probably the greatest writer in the universe! To Kurt Busiek, whose stories
have made my friends and me both laugh and cry, philosophize and criticize.
And most of all, for rekindling my love in comic books. This is for you
Kurt, o master of prose!
Disclaimer: All characters and names belong to their respective companies
and corporations. None of them are mine, nor do I claim any form of
ownership over the characters. Please don't sue me, as doing so will only
be a waste of both time and money, since I have a minimum of both!
LeeKing Works Proudly Presents:
Tales of Macross City # 2- To Kill an Angel
By
Kelvin "Lynch" Lee
"Then I saw an angel come down from heaven, holding the key to� the abyss
and a huge chain in his hand."
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WELCOME TO MACROSS CITY- CITY OF HEROES
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Killing was easy.
Especially for me, maybe that's why they call me Grey Death, although I'm
better known as just Grey.
I was assigned to kill this crime boss who had connections to Shadowloo. He
was supposed to be guarded by trained killers, men who wouldn't flinch at
the sight of death. Men who had had experience in fighting for over ten
years. They're good, the files say.
But not as good as me.
The mission was going to be a cakewalk.
The target was in a fancy mansion in the outskirts of Macross city, in
Southtown, a place that was pretty much considered the bad side of town, so
to speak.
When I got to the site, you could tell that was the mansion that was to be
taken out. It was heavily guarded, and all the guards looked the same, as
if they were taken from a bad mafia movie, all in black tuxedoes and
shades, even though it was night.
Really fancy mansion, really big estate, really ugly guards.
I got inside the estate, sneaking in slowly, dressed in a special black
triple-kevlar body armor that fit like a glove, armed with my standard
Beretta .45 pistol with suppressor, and a PSG-1 sniper rifle. I also
brought with me several other items that would come in handy. Like my
cigarettes. And a photo of Nova.
The place had sentries, plenty of sentries. I already counted five of them,
and there were probably more. Previous surveillance from intel had said
that they usually had only three. Fine, an unforeseen circumstance. No
problem.
The sentries were operating solo, not by pairs.
Good.
>From out of the shadows, I step behind one sentry who had his back turned
to me.
I grab him from behind and I snap his neck before he could struggle.
Easy as pie.
I quickly hide the body, luckily he was kind of light.
That sentry had been the only thing standing in my way to the house, only a
few seconds later, I'm in.
Nice house, immaculately clean, reeked of wealth. Ill-gotten wealth.
Keep moving, don't get discovered. Don't kill the servants, they were
innocent, but if they got in the way, no choice. Thankfully, none of them
find me. That's how good I am.
Something feels wrong though, in an estate with this many guards outside,
why are there no guards at all inside?
My gut instincts tell me to put on my infrared goggles, and when I do, I
realize why there were no guards inside the house.
Beams, infrared beams that would have undoubtedly set off alarms if I had
touched them. Thanks to the goggles, it was now a simple matter to just
avoid them. It takes a few moments though, due to the odd placement of many
of those beams. I have to crouch and crawl and jump and do lots of other
stuff to get through.
Finally through the last of the beams, I move forward, headed towards my
target again, going past the main hallway, taking the most direct route as
seen from the blueprints intel had provided and which I had memorized.
But as I go through a narrow corridor looking for the target's bedroom, a
door to my left suddenly opens with the sounds of a toilet flushing,
leaving me face to face with a very surprised guard holding a playboy
magazine.
My hand lashes out, aiming for his nose in a classic palm strike, crushing
his nose by driving my palm sideways into it, sending bone shards into his
forebrain. Killing him quickly. I grab his body before he slumps to the
floor and bring him inside the toilet. That had been a close one.
As I leave the body in the toilet, I take a quick look at the magazine.
Hmm�. Ms. April. Very nice.Enough, concentrate, concentrate.
The bedroom is on the second floor, go up. Find the target.
Passed by a nice painting on the way up, looked like the Mona Lisa.
There. The bedroom. The target should be inside.
I bring out my Beretta .45 pistol, and prepare to knock the door open.
That's when I hear several clicks.
I jump off the second floor, narrowly avoiding the gunfire from heavy
assault weapons from the closed bedroom door, which, by now, was pretty
much shredded to pieces from the ordnance blasted through it.
A trap.
Fine.
Three guards are on the ground floor, they weren't there earlier. They open
up with their guns. I roll, manage to dodge, knock over a table, and crouch
behind it. I can tell their positions from the gunfire. I cock my SOCOM,
thinking that the suppressor is useless now. Doesn't matter.
I return fire.
Three shots, three bullets and three double-taps. That's all it takes, and
three bodies slump to the floor, blood on their foreheads, from the hole
between their eyes.
More gunfire, this time from the second floor. Stay under cover. One
flashbang stun grenade coming up. I arm it, count one Mississippi, two
Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi.
On three I throw the grenade, by four it blows. All of them are stunned,
and they should be, that's what the grenade was for. Five of them, five
shots, five double-taps, all suppressed shots.
Five more bodies slump to the floor.
Going up to the second floor again. Find my target. Psyche analysis of
target said he was a fighting man, not the type to run away. This way, I
know he's still here.
There.
Guy is in a trenchcoat, wearing this weird red mask, which didn't fail to
hide his blonde hair streaked with white. He had two handguns on him,
custom jobs, never seen them before, but they looked they could punch
through my armor.
Heard rumors that this guy rarely missed, if ever, and served in a US
Blackops team, before turning to crime and to Shadowloo. Hmm�.. from the
posture alone, I can tell he's good. Too bad he's got an ego the size of
the entire city. He could have gotten away while I was busy.
He just stood there, looking at me for a sec, before saying: "Let's dance."
And so we did.
BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!!
Puffpuffpuff..
The sound of his guns drown out the soft sighs of my shots, we run around
the mansion, firing at each other, and dodging each other's shots. He
really was good. No finesse though, keeps firing away like there was no
tomorrow.
Neither one of us was hit yet, but that was bound to change with the number
of bullets zinging around.
Jump, dodge, shoot back. Crouch, then roll, dodge again, shoot back, cover,
cover, shoot back. For a few seconds, it does seem like a dance to me, a
very deadly dance with unchoreographed steps.
I fire at him, sharp, controlled, aimed shots, which he somehow manages to
evade, although I don't hit him, I do hit his trenchcoat a few times. It's
starting to look like Swiss cheese now.
I tried a couple of headshots. Missed.
Legshots, missed.
Chestshots? Missed.
Damn, he really was good.
Doesn't matter, he's dead, he just doesn't know it yet.
He was bound to make a mistake sooner or later. Just a matter of time.
Meanwhile, I was running out of bullets. Need to reload. Can't, not with
him firing away. Can't risk not shooting either. Would take too long to
prep the PSG, hmmm�. What now?
Ah�
My special throwing knives, perfectly balanced, lightweight, sharp and
lethal.
Ok� dodge, jump, roll, shoot back, shoot back, keep him busy, keep him
busy�..
Fire with the Beretta.
Puff!
I jerk my left hand forward as I fire the Beretta with the right, throwing
the knife to where he was going.
He dodges to the left to evade my shot, headed towards where my knife was
flying, never saw it coming towards him.
Takes him by surprise.
It takes him in the throat, he goes down, gurgling.
He trashes around a bit, before I go to him and finally put him out of his
misery. He had been a good fight, I was almost worried there for a second.
But I'm Grey, the best. He was dead the moment I was assigned to this.
-*-
I'm back in NERV HQ, talking to my boss. I only answer to one man, the head
honcho, the director of NERV, Gendou Ikari. A more heartless bastard I have
never seen. He sometimes makes ME seem like a nice guy.
I was complaining about the mess up at the mansion.
"How the hell did they know I was coming??" I shouted at him.
He was just looking at me deadpan. That's another thing about Gendou that
peeves me, he shows less emotion than I do.
"Did it matter?" He asked me.
"No."
"Then stop complaining."
That was the end of that topic.
"Your next mission�"
He hands me a folder.
I scowl at him.
"Already?" I ask.
"Yes, you're the only Class A BlackOp agent I have, Grey," He tells me. " I
need you for this particular mission, to make sure it gets done, the other
lower class agents can't handle this, it's too important."
"Fine."
I look at the folder, there are detailed schedules, schematics and a photo.
Of a kid, barely 15, maybe 14 years old��
"Is this a joke?"
"No, that boy is your target."
"Why do you need me to take him down?"
"He's a Class A threat."
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"I don't kid."
"Explain and elaborate."
"Can't, need to know basis."
"And I don't need to know?
"Yes."
"Huh, one of those type of missions?"
He doesn't answer, he only adjusts his glasses.
I look at the photo again, thinking that if Nova and I had stayed together,
our son would have been around his age already.
Nice-looking kid, grayish-silver hair, pale white skin, and�� red eyes?
I look for the name of the kid in the folder.
Kaoru. His name is Nagisa Kaoru
-*-
I spend a few hours getting prepped for the mission. Some warm-up exercises
before hitting a nice cold shower. Then I get my shots from the doctor. The
standard injections that every Blackop agent of NERV gets before a mission,
which in my case, was a simple hit. Relaxant, to make sure that I don't
tense up during the mission, then an anti-freeze injection, after that an
injection filled with smart microbes that will make sure that my bodily
functions will operate at peak efficiency.
After that, I check my equipment for problems, wipe my Beretta .45 with
suppressor pistol clean and disassemble my PSG sniper rifle for easy
carrying to the mission site. Then I get the rest of my stuff- my diamond
tip combat knife, my two flashbang stun grenades, my two frag grenades, my
NVG(night vision goggles) my thermal goggles and my ammo clips for my gun.
I also brought along a small palm-sized handgun, just in case. Finally, I
get to the items of utmost importance. My cigarettes, never went on a
mission without one. Next, a picture of Nova. I never did find out what
happened to her after our last mission together.
Me and Nova, we used to kick ass! We had been two of the best killers in
the business; we were the dynamic duo of our particular profession. Class B
Blackop agents of NERV at the time, we had taken out many a worldwide
threat before they became anything even resembling a threat. James Bond had
nothing on us. Both of us operated perfectly, acting as one, fighting as
one, living as one. We were practically unstoppable, terrorists and other
criminal organizations were scared of us, hell, even the only class A
Blackop at the time had been scared of us.
But things change.
Our last mission together had been the one which elevated me to my current
Class A status, marking me as the very best, no longer just one of the
best. The price, however, had been Nova.
I stop thinking about her and go back to concentrating and readying myself
for the mission at hand. From the information given to me by intel, this
mission looked to be a cakewalk, but my earlier mission was also thought to
be such, and look how that turned out. Besides, the very fact that they
were sending ME out said volumes.
-*-
A few hours later I find myself on a rooftop overlooking the residence- a
seedy-looking apartment- of my target. I had already set up a sniper's
perch in this particular area, and only needed to locate him. Intel given
to me said that this was where this Kaoru lived. Alone too, it seemed like,
which is kind of weird.
His apartment building was one of those old ones that should have been
condemned ages ago, but wasn't thanks to connections and money under the
table. It was a depressing looking place, with drab walls and chipped
paint. It was around seven stories high, just high enough that it makes it
easy for me to set up my sniper's perch in the even seedier building
opposite it.
It was late already, just about the time that the kid should be coming back
from whatever it is that he does. Normally I don't like to kill kids, makes
our kind seem like little more than monsters, but that doesn't mean that
I've never killed any. It was part of the job description, I don't like it,
but that's the way it is.
I assemble my PSG-1, it takes less than a minute, as my hands moved with
practiced ease, fitting every part and rivet exactly where it needed to be.
Finally, my rifle was ready; I put it on top of my chosen perch, and look
through the telescope of my PSG, trying to locate the target.
It doesn't take long before I spot him, going towards the building. He's
dressed in a standard high school uniform, white polo shirt and black
pants. He looks exactly like his photo; silvery hair, snow-white skin with
a sharp-looking chin and cherubic cheeks. He'd be the last person one would
consider to be a threat to the very safety of the world.
But I'm not here to consider whether he is a threat or not, that's not my
job. The fact that I am here means that he is a threat. And my job is to
eliminate this threat, no matter how harmless or how angelic he looks.
I've got him in my sights, there�. Right in the crosshair, just need to
squeeze the trigger to splatter his brains all over the place.
Wait a second�
What was that noise?
Behind me?
I turn around double quick, half expecting some superhero to be there.
I hate it when I'm right.
A superhero.
A freaking superhero was there! Is there no end of them in this forsaken
town?!
It's getting so that you can't even turn around without bumping into a hero
in Macross city.
It was Gowcaizer, one of those younger, more upbeat heroes with perfect
hair and teeth and full of idealism and zeal. One of those who haven't
realized what a crock life really is.
His were hands on his hips, and he looked very noble in his red and black
armor which showed off a well developed and muscular body, his long blonde
hair billowing a little in the wind.
"What are you doing in the middle of the night on a roof with a sniper
rifle in your hands?" He demanded self-righteously.
As if it wasn't obvious.
"I'm going to kill someone. What does it seem like?" I answer back, my
rifle aimed at him now. I didn't want to have to kill a hero, as an agent
of NERV technically, we were on the same side, but this wouldn't be the
first time that a hero had to be killed.
He looks at me like I'm crazy, he must have been expecting me to shudder in
fear and surrender.
Good. He's one of THOSE type of heroes. Should make this easy, but there's
this thought at the back of my head, like there's something I forgot�
Doesn't matter.
"Back off, hero." I tell him. "Walk away and there'll be no problem."
This seems to piss him off.
"Look buddy, I dunno what all this is about but I'm not about to let a
mysterious looking guy all in black with a gun go! What do you think I am?
Crazy?" He shrieks at me.
Wow, never knew that a guy that young could blow a blood vessel like that.
Oh well, guess Macross city is going to be less one hero tonight.
I pull the trigger.
CRACK!
A few minutes later I realize what it was that I had forgotten. This
Gowcaizer was actually one of those super-super heroes, the type with
actual superpowers. Sure wish I paid more attention in all those
superhumans information meetings back at HQ. Could have avoided a whole lot
of pain that way.
He knocks me clear across the other side of the roof with a single blow
that wrecked my sniper rifle. I was seeing stars for a few seconds before I
managed to recover and get up, albeit a little unsteadily.
He was already coming for me and he still looked pissed.
Well, I was pissed too now. That was a damned fine sniper rifle he ruined.
He made it personal now.
"Come on heroboy!" I taunted.
WHAM!
I wipe off the blood from my lip as I get up from the ground again.
Ok, going head to head with him earlier was not a good idea.
Plan B then, let's try the smart approach this time.
Hmm� the hero was kind of complacent, he didn't even bother to finish me
off while I was down on the ground, too much self-confidence. Good. There
was no way he was going to beat me anyway.
He's just standing there now, with a big, stupid smile on his face. A very
annoying smile at that.
"Is that the best you can do?" I taunt him again, as I spit out some blood.
"Geez, I always knew fags like you were wimpy, but this is ridiculous!"
Wow, I think I can see a couple of veins bulge on his forehead now.
A few minutes later I wonder if making him really angry was such a good
idea.
Doesn't matter, do the plan.
He attacks like I expected him too, no finesse, just wild, angry swings
that were designed more to vent his anger rather than to hit his opponent.
I bring out my flashbang grenade and armed it while dodging his punches�
Whoops! That one was close!
Yeeow! That one was a little too close for comfort.
Got to keep dodging though, wait for an opening before the flashbang blows
into my face.
There!
I throw the flashbang at him. The thing explodes near his face, and at
that range it would have knocked out a normal man and should've blinded me.
Well, this fool was no normal man, and as for my eyes, thank God for
anti-flash contacts, courtesy of NERV R & D.
"AAARRRGGHHH!! I CAN'T SEE!!!!" He screams, his hands at his face, trying
to relieve the pain.
Well guess what?
More pain coming up.
Two frag grenades.
Arm two frag grenades.
Shove two armed frag grenades into his face.
Wave bye-bye to the nice man.
BOOM!
Equals to one flat hero.
Ah, that felt good.
I check on Gowcaizer in the mess that we made of the rooftop.
Aw, he's not dead, yet. What a pity.
Maybe I should put him out of my misery�
"Shouldn't you be looking for me now?"
I turn around, this time bringing my beretta out and aiming it for the
source of that voice.
Why the hell is everyone sneaking up on me tonight?
I turn around to face the voice, and wouldn't you know it? It was the kid I
was supposed to kill. Kaoru Nagisa. Here, in front of me.
How the hell did the little sucker get here so fast?
And why the hell wasn't he scared of me? A guy that just took down a
well-known public hero?
Goddammit, enough of all the thinking, just pop the bastard and go home.
I aim my gun at his head, and this kid, this boy, doesn't move! He just
stands there, looking at me with his red glowing eyes. I falter a bit, his
stare unnerving me. Enough! I pull the trigger!
Or, at least, I tried to.
"You won't shoot." He says to me in an enchanting, melodic voice. "You
can't."
I try to prove otherwise, as I tense my muscles, ordering them to do what I
commanded. They refused. I just stood there, my gun pointed right at this
gray haired boy's head. This close to completing this damned mission and I
can't pull the trigger.
I CAN'T PULL THE TRIGGER!
-*-
Other NERV blackop agents are after me now. None of them are as good as I
am, none of them are at Level A like me. I'm the only one, standard NERV
policy says that there can only be one top dog, one Class A at a time, but
the other agents, especially some of the Class B's like Golgo 13 were
almost as good as I was. Even I can't stay one step ahead of them all the
time. Sooner or later I'm going to slip up, make a simple mistake and then
I'll be dead.
But it doesn't matter, I know the truth now. Kaoru has shown me the truth,
the new path, the Way. I've written down everything I know about this in an
envelope which has already been sealed and sent to the Dragonwarriors.
They'll know what to do, they're the only hope we may have left.
With pretty much nothing left to do, I browse through the book I stole from
the library. Let's see�ah, here's the page about the Impact that Kaoru told
me about. I wonder why he was so hot on making me read this?
I start reading just as I hear some dainty footsteps reverberate down the
hall of the hotel. After they fade away, I go back to the book, let me
see�..
History of Macross City: The Impact
An excerpt from the Book by renowned historian/Shinto priest known as
Yosho
In the snow-frosted wastes of the Artic, there came a creature from the
heavens, who shook the World and changed Earth forever. This creature,
through some universal sense of irony, was somehow dubbed as the Angel.
No one still knows where that name originated.
The angel, despite its name, was certainly not angelic looking. It was a
hideous creature, of massive proportions and evil intent, with skin so dark
that it made the night look cheerful, and power so great that energy
crackled all around it.
The angel wreaked havoc through most of the known world, before finally
heading towards Macross city. It is not known what the Angel wanted there,
speculation says that there was some sort of Being asleep in Macross that
this Angel was to awaken, so as to begin the Apocalypse- the End of the
World. Even now rumors still persist that this Being is still somewhere in
Macross City, waiting for the one which will awaken it.
Efforts by conventional militaries of the time and superheroes such as
Tekkaman and the team known as G-Force failed, the only result of these
efforts being the death of many brave souls.
The Z soldiers, the only heroes remaining at the time of the arrival of the
Angel in Macross City, took on the threat in an attempt to halt its
rampage. However, even the combined might of the legendary Z soldiers did
not prove to be enough, the ruthless Vegeta, the mysterious Piccolo, and
even the heroic Son Goku, leader of this elite band of avengers, were not
enough to halt the seeming rampage of this behemoth. Other members of the Z
soldiers such as Tenshinhan, Kirin, and Yamcha had already fallen in
earlier battles. Hence the Z soldiers were not even near their full
strength.
Finally, after the crippling of Piccolo at the hands of the Angel, Goku and
Vegeta, the only heroes left standing and literally Earth's last hope,
decided to risk everything for the sake of mankind. To use a technique
which would require the heaviest of prices, which they gladly paid.
They both sacrificed their lives to use this combined attack that wiped out
nearly half of Macross city, along with the Angel.
Victory was achieved, if a pyhrric one at that.
This event, this battle with the Angel soon came to be called the Impact by
scholars and historians, and through popular sentiment, that name has
remained to this very day.
The Z soldiers never recovered from the devastation that was dealt to them.
With the death of many of their members, including their leader and
inspiration, Son Goku, the team simply dissolved, what with no one left to
carry on their tradition.
Rumor has it though, that Son Goku, had a son who was said to be stronger
than even him. However, no proof was ever brought to light concerning this.
In the years that have passed since the Impact, Earth was left with few
heroes. It would be years before new heroes would come and take up the
cudgels of responsibility and the legacy that the Z soldiers left.
The Coming of the Second Age of Heroes:
Heroes were far and few now, after the occurrence of the Impact, Earth was
demoralized, and would take 10 years of reconstruction before things would
become better. Even now, there are still such efforts ongoing in some parts
of the world.
Macross city, the most devastated of the cities in the Impact, was
ironically the quickest to rebuild. The citizens of Macross have always
been known for their capacity for hardship, their ability to go on, no
matter what the odds. These undoubtedly helped in their reconstruction
efforts. Yet, the world was still without heroes, the people needed a
symbol, someone to look up to, a role model who could pave the way towards
the new millenium. Then came Saiyanman.
Arguably the most well-known super hero to date and the first to herald
what is known as the second age of Heroes, Saiyanman became the symbol that
all people, superhuman or not, aspired to.
Saiyanman took a world hungry for heroes by storm, uplifting the moods of
nearly every person on the planet. He became the most popular icon
overnight. Within a year after his debut, dozens of heroes began appearing,
aiding the world in their efforts to survive, battling evil wherever it may
rear its ugly head.
However, there came a time when these heroes and villains became too many,
and battles between heroes became as commonplace as battles between heroes
and villains. And villains even outnumbered the heroes by an estimated
three to one ratio.
Saiyanman once again came to the rescue, by organizing the Elite superteam
that would come to be known as the DragonWarriors. This group became the
monitoring unit of the whole world, the first line of defense against any
and all threats to Earth. Noted members of the Dragonwarriors include: The
LightHawk, Gatchaman, The Guyver, Space Pirate, Urd, Devilman, Biohunter
and more.
As I was reading the book, I realize that that was the second time I've
heard the same type of footsteps sounding on the thin-walled corridors of
this cheap hotel. I realize this too late, as the door suddenly crashes
down from somebody's strong kick. I even have my back against the door, the
only entrance into this room. A rookie mistake. My gun wasn't even near me;
it was in my duffel bag on the bed, whereas I was sitting on a chair, near
the writing desk. Another rookie mistake. It would be my last.
I don't turn around. Too late for that. I just say one thing:
"Hello Nova."
"Good-bye Grey." She replies.
Her finger depresses on the trigger. There is a single flash, a soft sigh
and a muffled thud.
And then all was quiet.
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YOU ARE NOW LEAVING MACROSS CITY, PLEASE DRIVE CAREFULLY.
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Characters borrowed from various animes:
Grey- a superb fighter of legendary status from the anime Grey: Digital
Target , is the main character of this and is a class B fighter in that
anime. The anime synopsis gpes something like this: In a post-apocalyptic
world, the only way to escape the hell of everyday life is to become a
citizen by playing the game and kill ten thousand other players before they
kill you. One of those killers, is named Grey.
Nova- another class B fighter and seemed to be romantically involved with
Grey in the anime.
Kaoru Nagisa- from the anime Neon Genesis Evangelion, very mysterious and
seems to be the Twelfth Angel from the series. Was one of Shinji Ikari's
friends.
NERV- also from the series Neon Genesis Evangelion, is the agency dedicated
to stopping all the Angels which are supposed to activate the third impact.
Yosho- Shinto priest and former hero of Jurai from the anime Tenchi Muyo.
Gowcaizer- from the anime Voltage Fighter Gowcaizer. Originally Isato Kaiza
of a future city,
he received a mysterious gem known as the Kaizer stone from his rival,
Kash. With the stone, Kaiza could enter into the realm of the superhuman
and become Gowcaizer. Very young and brash, and relatively inexperienced as
a fighter, despite being a tough brawler.
Macross City- from the anime Superdimesional Fortress Macross, a veritable
classic in anime,
Macross city is the city that is inside this Space Fortress, which was
capable of defeating an entire alien fleet of warships.
You- the reader, without which this would be an exercise in futility.
Thanks for taking the time to
read this!
Author's notes: If Grey here is acting kind of OOC, well, its my fault, I
don't know all that much about Grey, so I just used Solid Snake from metal
gear solid as a model. I just wanted to write something which showed off
Kaoru in a very odd and mysterious light. That's all folks. Send C and C to
lynch@surfshop.net.ph
Kelvin
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