In light of the two recent Guyver X-overs that were posted earlier, I thought
I'd post my own Guyver X-over. This one is based off of the two live-action
movies.
C&C is always welcome.
Agreeable Komodo
He who bought it, supplied it.
Just say yes to prophylactics.
"Logic and practical information do not seem to apply here."
"You admit that?"
"To deny the facts would be illogical, Doctor"
-- Spock and McCoy, "A Piece of the Action", stardate unknown
**************
They came, just like they always did. Five females in costumes with energy
powers.
Like always, there was horrific battle, the enemy destroyed and the costumed
women left, leaving the Police to clean things up and explain things to the
media.
Molly Okasa, age nineteen, was sick of it.
She sat on the rock next to the lake in Central Park, her knees pulled up to
her chest and her arms keeping them there.
Glumly, she watched as the officers stood there, scratching their heads in
confusion. Eventually, it would be blamed on mass hysteria, gas, or bad food,
the claims of monsters and women in sailor suits with superhuman powers
dismissed as illusions.
Hallucinations.
Just like last time. And the time before that. And the time before that.
'You idiots!' She wanted to scream. 'Don't you think that there might be some
grain of truth? Don't you think that so many mass fainting spells combined
with monster stories might be more then just a coincidence?!'
They wouldn't listen, why would they? She was just a Gaijn, a foreigner, and
not even an important one. Just the daughter of a jeweler.
Molly felt her hands curl into fists as the hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
She wanted so desperately to fight back, even to the point of taking up
Martial Arts.
That had been no good.
The tears flowed faster as she unwillingly remembered how the youma had
simply laughed and then drained her of energy. Just like all the other times
before.
The tears became a flood, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why did they always seem to come to her?
She raised her eyes up and looked at the lake.
So cool. So inviting. All it would take would be one little movement, the
shock of hitting the water would stun her, her weight would drag her under,
the cold would numb her.
They wouldn't find her body till tomorrow, or even the day after.
No more pain, no more youma.
No more. . .
She looked up at the sound of shoe soles on rock.
"Hey Moll," Said the shoes' owner, a pretty blond haired coed with her hair
in a most peculiar style.
"Hey Serena," Molly said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion as she resumed
staring at the lake.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sick of it."
"It?"
"The youma. The endless fighting," Molly waved a hand at the controlled chaos
at the other side of the lake. "The way they go on like sheep because they
don't want to think of what might really be going on." She sighed. "I'm sick
of being attacked, I'm sick of worrying about my friends, I'm sick of
answering questions from the police." She exhaled loudly, her breath forming
into steam as it hit the night air. "I'm just sick of it."
"You think we aren't?" Serena asked. "Not a day goes by that I wake up and
wonder if today's the day when I'll be required to give my life up to keep
the Earth safe. The others are the same way. We're sick of it too. But we do
it because its got to be done."
Molly let out a chuckle. "What's so funny?" Serena demanded.
"Just thinking that six years ago you never would have said something like
that." Serena smiled.
"No, I suppose I wouldn't have," Serena admitted. "I guess I've done some
growing up."
"Everyone has," Molly said as she looked at Serena, her question clear on her
face.
"No." Serena said.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," Serena said. "We even asked Pluto. I'm sorry Molly, there is no
Sailor Sun, Earth, Asteroid, Nemisis, Andromeda, Comet, Cosmic, Red, or
anything like that. None of us had a sister back during the Silver
Millennium. Nothing."
"So that's it then. I'm doomed to a life of being youma chow." Serena said
nothing. There was nothing she could say.
"Hey," she said at last. "How about some hot fudge sundaes at Tomoe's? My
treat."
"Sure," Molly said as she stood up. "Why not?"
#--#
Late afternoon, The Lake in Central Park, Two Weeks Later. . .
Molly sighed as Melvin continued to babble about the latest project in his
biotechnology class. Gradually, he realized she wasn't even listening and
trailed off.
"Hey Molly? Something wrong?"
"I'm just sick of it all. Life, school, Youma."
"Youma? Molly, have you been getting enough sleep?" Molly then remembered
that Melvin had never been told and that therefore the mysterious "Central
Control" hadn't released him from what Mina had, for God knew what reasons,
dubbed "The Matrix", which was a field projected across the world that kept
people from being too interested in what was going on in Tokyo.
The thought that there was an entity out there capable of that kind of feat
made Molly shudder and she tried very hard not to think about it.
"Yeah Melvin," she said, forcing some humor into her voice as she screwed her
face up into a somewhat rictus grin. "Youma. And they work for these aliens
that want to steal all the life energy on earth." She waggled her fingers at
him and made moaning noises.
"You read to much Manga," Melvin said. Molly hmphed and turned, walking away.
She hadn't gone more then a few feet when a pair of arms wrapped around her
waist from behind and she heard Melvin's voice in her ear.
"Bah, I'm a Youma, give me your life energy." He made slobbering noises.
"Oooh Help!" Molly said, laughing, unable to help herself. "A big mean scary
youma! Oh help!" Squirming, she broke free of his grip and started running,
Melvin in hot pursuit.
Laughing, she led him across the park and into the woods surrounding it,
where he finally managed to bring her down in an isolated part, known
affectionately as "Love Alley."
Still laughing, Molly squirmed until she was lying on her back underneath
him.
"Oh Mister Youma," She said, making herself sound like one of the brainless
female leads in a movie. "Now that you have me what will you do with me?"
"I'll think of something," Melvin replied.
"Just," She said breathlessly, "just keep it short." Then she fluttered her
eyelashes at him
"Short?" He smiled his best evil smile. "Never." He promised as he kissed her.
"Good." Molly said, returning the kiss as she pulled him down, her body
arching up into his. "Mmmmm"
#--#
The Sun was setting by the time they emerged from the woods, hand in hand.
Both were faintly flushed and several people gave them knowing grins.
They walked until they reached the rock by the lake and there they stood,
watching the sun slip beneath the horizon.
"Melvin? Have I told you that I love you lately?"
"Hmmm, I believe the most recent thing you said to me involved some loud
moaning." Melvin said, his tone of voice mockingly serious.
"Well," She said, leaning against the rock as Melvin came closer. "I love
you."
"Say it again." Melvin said, leaning against her.
"I love you." Molly whispered.
"I love you too." Melvin whispered back and they kissed again.
Things were just getting interesting when Melvin pulled away and put his hand
in his pocket. "I got something to show you," He began when they heard
shouting. There was a flash of color and some sounds that sounded like an
animal growling.
"Oak Evolution!" Someone cried. There was a blinding flash and Molly suddenly
found herself hurtling through the air. She saw the water coming up fast,
there was a jolt of pain and everything went black.
She drifted in the blackness. A voice was talking to her and Melvin. Melvin
insisting that the voice save her. There was a roaring noise and she felt
something envelop her.
#--#
Her head was breaking the surface. Coughing, she tried to keep afloat even as
she took her bearings.
It was definitely nighttime. She was somewhere in the middle of the lake and
she could see bright lights of what looked like a work crew at the lake's
edge. Grateful for her choice of clothes, she kicked her sandals off and
struggled out of her jacket, letting it all sink to the lake bottom before
she struck out for shore.
Looked like it was time to find out if all that time she put into swimming
back in the Brownies would pay off.
#--#
She was nearly to shore before somebody spotted her. Shouts soon went up and
she was helped to shore.
"What happened to you?" A Paramedic asked as he put a blanket around her
shoulders. "Did you get caught in the Tornado?" Molly took the cup of hot
chocolate and had some in her mouth before his question registered and she
spat the liquid out
"T-Tornado?" She asked, wiping her mouth.
"Yeah. Weirdest thing anyone ever saw. Freak Tornado ripped through the park
tearing up everything. Conspiracy nuts are blaming the Americans."
"Y-yeah. Those crazy Americans." Molly took another drink of hot chocolate to
buy time to get her emotions in order. When she looked up again, she saw
Serena, Amy Raye, Lita and Mina standing nearby. Mina had a bag slung over
her shoulder and she could see Luna and Artimes peering out.
Setting the Hot Chocolate aside, Molly wrapped the blanket tighter around
herself and walked over to them.
"Hey guys," Molly said, smiling brightly until she noticed that none of them
were smiling back. "What's wrong." Nobody said anything for a long moment,
then Serena indicated something with a jerk of her head.
"I'm sorry," she half whispered.
"Sorry for what?" Molly asked, turning to see. All she saw was Paramedics
loading a body into an ambulance. Then the stretcher hit a bump and an arm
fell out from beneath the sheet.
On the wrist was a distinctly familiar wristwatch. A watch she had given to
someone very special on his eighteenth birthday.
"NOOOOOO!" Molly cried, half running and stumbling towards the ambulance.
Shoving the startled men aside, she tore the sheet aside and stared at
Melvin's face.
He was bloated and blue, his face covered with cuts and bruises. "No," she
whispered, clutching his hand and holding it to her face. The tears flowed
down her cheeks and his arm.
"Um, Miss? Ma'am?" Molly didn't hear the paramedic. She didn't hear anything
except Melvin's voice telling her that he loved her. She didn't feel anything
except his hands moving over her body, or see anything but his eyes, locked
with hers. The only thing she tasted was his lips on hers.
But she did feel it when the Paramedics pulled her away so they could load
Melvin into the ambulance.
"No! Wait!" She cried, reaching out for him. "Don't take him from me!" Then
Serena was there. "They took him Serena!" Molly wailed, sinking to her knees,
"they took him!" Serena held the trembling girl as she looked up at her
friends.
#--#
One week later, A cemetery in Tokyo.
"And so, we commend the body of Melvin Umino to the earth. Let us pray."
Molly bowed her head, but did not pray. Instead, her eyes were staring at the
diamond ring in her hand, which her mother had given to her.
"He bought this from the store only a few days before. . ." She gave her
daughter a wan smile. "I think he'd want you to hold on to it."
"I would have said yes." She whispered under her breath.
#--#
6 months later. . .
"Molly!" Serena cried, running up to her. You look terrific!" Molly gave her
best friend a smile and twirled. She wore a light blue silk thin dress, cut
low, the ring Melvin gave her now on a twenty four karat gold chain that she
wore around her neck.
"I'll second that," said the tall, dark haired man who came up behind Serena.
"Its a shame I'm already taken," he teased just before Serena's elbow dug
into his ribs. "Ow. Take it easy Meatball Head." He protested, rubbing his
side.
"You'll pay for that later," Serena said, her tone of voice promising that
the payment demanded could be interesting if he played his cards right.
"Yes Ma'am," he said, tossing off a mock salute. "How about I get you ladies
some punch?"
"Thank you," Molly said and resumed staring out the window at the Garden.
The girls were at an inter-school mixer held at the beautiful Asasho Gardens
mansion, formal wear required.
"Still miss Melvin huh?" Serena said.
"Yeah," Molly said. "Every day it become easier to deal with but I still feel
like I'm betraying him every I so much as look at another guy."
"Aw come on Moll," Serena said, grabbing the redhead's arm and leading her
towards the crowd of people. "You know Melvin would want you to find someone
to be happy with." Molly let herself be led, mainly because deep down, she
knew she was right.
It was at that point that Destiny made a roll of the Cosmic Dice.
Snake Eyes.
The roof over the band all but collapsed as the youma burst in. It was a
snake headed beast, with a sword in each hand.
"Ethka," it hissed as the sword blades began to glow, drawing in energy.
Molly, concealed behind the safety of a plant, curled herself up in a fetal
position. She could hear the Senshi getting their butts handed to them.
Closing her eyes, she prayed silently, trying to ignore the pounding sound in
her ears.
Opening her eyes, she saw Sailor Moon hit the wall and fall, not moving.
The pounding in her ears became a roar that drowned out everything else.
<Now,> Whispered a voice in her mind.
#--#
Jupiter, Venus, Mars, and Mercury were in trouble and they knew it, Tuxedo
Mask and Sailor Moon were both down for the count. Venus had the Moon
Crescent Wand, and not a hope in hell of being able to use it.
"This is it guys," Mars said. "Last call."
"We can't give up," Venus said. "All we need is a plan."
"All we need is a Miracle," Jupiter retorted.
Destiny Made another roll.
Two Sixes.
The youma raised its swords high, intent on fulfilling prime directive number
one: Terminate the Senshi.
"And Lo," An electronically filtered voice said. "There shall come a warrior,
clad in living armor, and all that the warrior faces, shall fall."
Recognizing the words from a recent fantasy flick, the Senshi turned.
Standing in the doorway was a figure, the body shape suggested a female. She
was clad in what looked like living armor. That is, the armor seemed to
resemble the hard carapace of a beetle or perhaps plates of bone.
"And you are?" The Senshi looked at the Youma, surprised. It was the first
time a youma had ever talked in its true form.
"Just a concerned citizen," She said, looking at the ball of energy that was
forming in her hand as though she had never seen it before. "Warrior will
do." Almost casually as her arm snapped forward, hurtling the energy ball
across the ballroom to smack the youma on the chest.
It staggered back, hissing loudly.
"I'm here to kick ass and take names." Warrior said as blades slid forward
out of her forearms and over her hands.
"What's that supposed to mean?" It demanded, dropping into a fighting stance,
swords at the ready.
"It means," Warrior said as she started forward at a steady walk. "That I've
had a really bad day. You're about to have a worse one." At that, she broke
into a run, leaping into the air, twisting as she jumped, and landing on the
youma's shoulders, driving the blades into its brain.
The youma howled, jerking back, swinging the deadly blades in an attempt to
find its opponent, but Warrior was already moving, leaping off of the youma's
shoulders to land behind it. Spinning on the balls of her feet, she slashed
at its back, cutting a strip across its spine. The Youma howled again as it
spun, bringing both swords down. But Warrior had backflipped out of harm's
way, landing in a spider like crouch.
"Not bad," the youma said, breathing heavily.
"Thanks," Warrior said, rising and taking a fighting stance. The youma also
took a fighting stance. For a long moment, they faced each other, each one
sizing up their opponent.
Then, seemingly as one, they moved. Their arms were a blur, a whirlwind of
flashing blades.
There was no room for mistakes. No room for even the tiniest error. Even
Jupiter's trained eye had trouble following the battle. But it did pick out
one thing. Warrior, intentionally or not, was buying them time.
As one, they raced back to where Sailor Moon groggily lay.
"Sailor Moon!" Mars cried, falling to her knees as Mercury grabbed the prone
girl's other wrist, and began counting under her breath even as she was
looking over Sailor Moon's face.
"Pulse is good, everything looks normal, how are you feeling?"
"What happened?" She asked, sitting up slowly.
"New kind of Youma," Jupiter said curtly.
"Where is it?"
"It found a new playmate," Venus quipped. "Rather energetic one too."
"Who is that?" Sailor Moon demanded, catching sight of the armored figure who
had the youma's attention.
"Dunno, as she put it, and I quote; 'Warrior will do'," Jupiter said, helping
Sailor Moon to her feet.
At that point, the youma made an error so slight even Jupiter couldn't be
sure it was an error.
Swinging its swords, the youma lunged with one, the other one held up to
block. But it had over extended its reach just a little to much. Warrior
feinted, batted the blocked sword aside, chopped off the outstretched arm
then ran her blade right into where the Youma's heart roughly was.
The Youma howled, glowing brighter and brighter, before crumbling into dust.
Sitting on the dust was a brightly colored jewel with a black upside down
crescent moon. As they watched, the color faded.
Warrior picked up the jewel and looked at it for a moment, then her fingers
closed tightly around the jewel, triggering a distinctive crunching sound.
When she opened her hand, there was only dust.
"Warrior?" Sailor Moon called. The helmeted head turned to look at them. "I'd
like to thank you for your help."
"Unessacary. They all have to die."
"Yes. Well. . ." Sailor Moon said, obviously taken back by Warrior's
bluntness.
"Stay out of my way," Warrior snapped and then leapt into the rafters, from
there, out the hole in the roof.
Running to the window, the Senshi saw Warrior leap over the wall.
"Damn," Jupiter breathed out as the distant sounds of sirens reached their
ears.
"Lets get out of here," Venus said.
#--#
The Next Morning
Though she no longer lived at home, Molly did have a decent loft apartment
near her mother's Jewelry store. The building was owned by a family friend
and Molly got to live there virtually rent free.
She lay on her stomach, bare back to the ceiling trying to process what the
ringing sound in her ears was.
At that point, the ringing stopped and Molly heard her own voice.
"Hi, this is Molly's phone. Leave a message at the beep."
"Molly? Its Serena. Again. There's a meeting at Raye's temple today. We could
use some input. Molly, if you're there please pick up."
Molly's flailing hand finally managed to find the button for the speakerphone.
"Serena?" She asked, her mouth dry and feeling like it was full of cotton.
"Molly?! Thank GodAreyouokayWecouldn'tfindyouafterthepartyI've
calledlikefifteentimesalready!"
"Party?" Molly asked. Then she remembered, along with the weird vision. "Oh
yeah. I hid in the plants."
"Oh. Okay! Well the meetings at five today. I'll see you then!" Molly hit the
off button and rolled over in bed, her eyes falling on the clock on her wall.
"Three in the afternoon?" She groaned as she sat up. "I hate Youma."
#--#
The Dark Kingdom. . .
The man who walked through the hallways was not happy. He was tall, athletic m
an, with bright red hair, and cruel eyes. He wore a vest, green pants, and
boots.
He bowed respectively to the man and woman sitting on the thrones as he
entered the throne room through the double doors.
The woman was all woman, tall, lush, with ripe curves and thick red hair.
But there was nothing human about her eyes. All that had been stolen away
millennia ago.
The man lounged in his chair, a wine glass in his hand, laconic expression on
his face. But his eyes were bright and alert behind half closed lids.
"Well?" The woman demanded.
"The youma/droid hybrid worked well," The man reported. "It collected more
then enough energy to create another of its kind."
"Then where is it?" Demanded a third voice. It was a woman's voice and the
man in the vest raised his eyes to the crystal behind and above the thrones.
"There was unexpected interference."
"You let the Senshi interfere again Rubius?" Demanded the red-haired woman.
"No," Rubius gestured and an image of the female in the strange armor
battling the hybrid appeared. "She calls herself Warrior."
"A Guyver Unit!" Hissed the man on the throne.
"Guyver Unit?" Asked the voice from the crystal.
"A device created by a long dead alien race. They were sent to planets that
either had or possessed the potential for sentient life. They're a type of
bio-armor and they fuse with life forms in a symbiotic relationship,
providing protection and physical enhancement in return for some of the
host's life energy."
"Interesting," Said the red-haired woman. "If we could get our hands on such
a device, it could prove most useful."
"Then you shall have it Beryl," Said the man. "Rubius. Do whatever it takes
to get the Guyver Unit!"
"Yes Prince Diamant," Rubius replied.
#--#
Yawning, a cup's worth of coffee in her stomach, Molly stepped into the
shower.
The dream she had still haunted her, it seemed so real.
"Must have been the caviar," She said to herself as she began to soap up.
<Not exactly,> said a dry voice in her mind
"Who?" Molly gasped, throwing open the shower door as she dropped into a
fighting stance, her eyes darting around the loft.
<I don't have a name, at least not one that would make sense to you,> said
the voice. <Suffice it to say I am you.>
"What? You're some alternate personality? I've gone skitzo?"
<Not exactly. Why don't you make us some breakfast and we'll see if I can't
explain it better.>
"You'd better," Molly growled as she put on her robe and headed for the
kitchenette even as the rediculousness of what she had just done hit her.
'Great. I'm arguing with a voice in my head. I must have flipped.'
Part 2
"So you're some sort of biological armor?" Molly asked as she stepped out of
the shower. Over the past hour, between bites of sausage, pancakes, and all
through the shower, Molly's new friend had explained, in painstaking detail,
exactly what he was.
<That's one way of putting it.>
"But why did these Aliens-"
<The Advent.>
"The Advent then. Why did the Advent build the Guyvers in the first place?"
<They wanted Justice. The Advent believed that there was no order in the
universe save that which was imposed.>
"And since no one else wanted the job, they took it?"
<After the first Guyver Units stopped a war, nobody really wanted to argue.>
"How did they stop it?"
<They killed the leaders of both sides until they agreed to a truce.>
"A truce? They didn't conquer them?"
<Why would they? The Advent simply wanted the war to stop. The Guyver Units
were so effective, the Advent built more and sent them out on ships to every
star with a celestial body capable of supporting matter based sentient life.>
"That's a lot of planets," Molly said as she laid out the shaving supplies.
Though there were electric razors, Molly, like her mother, preferred the old
fashioned way.
<Its a big universe,> Was the casual reply.
"The whole universe?" Molly sputtered then swore as the razor nicked her leg.
<Why so surprised?>
"A few star systems I can see, a whole sector of the Galaxy yeah, but the
whole freakin universe?"
<They aren't the sort to do things by halves.>
"No kidding." Molly muttered.
It was perhaps five minutes later that Molly had a thought.
"Hey. If you're a suit of armor, and the other Guyvers are suits of armor,
does that mean there's a bunch of other people walking around with voices in
their heads?"
<Of course not. The Guyver Units aren't sentient.> There was a long pause.
Several minutes passed.
"Yes?" Molly asked, unable to take the silence anymore.
<I believe the phrase is, "Oh Shit".>
#--#
"Look," Molly said as she laced up her boots. "Its no big deal, I go to the
meeting, then afterwards we go back to the park to have a look around that
lake."
<If we must.>
"You're not taking this very well." She noted as she stuffed the Mandai
Memorials cap into her jacket pocket.
<I have just had my existence called into question.>
"I've just had my sanity called into question." Molly retorted as she scooped
up her keys, wallet, and, almost as an afterthought, her camera.
<As I recall, you have been questioning your sanity all morning,> Was the
reply.
#--#
Senshi meetings took place at the Cherry Hill Temple, a minor Shinto shrine
located in Tokyo's prosperous Kiyon District. Run by an aged Shinto Priest
with a weakness for female flesh and his granddaughter, the Temple catered to
the spiritual needs of all who entered its gates.
Unknowingly to the rest of Tokyo, It also served as the meeting place of the
Inner Senshi. The Outer Senshi, despite an open invitation, did not attend
these meetings for reasons of their own.
Therefore, grouped around a table in the back of the living quarters, sat
five girls and two cats. One cat was all black, one was all white.
These weren't ordinary cats, mind you, these cats talked.
"I thought you said she would be here," Said the black one.
"Aw calm down Luna," said her counterpart, who was named Artemis. "Molly's
still new to being included in Senshi meetings."
"The least she could do is be punctual," Luna snapped. Artemis sighed. Luna
was overly concerned with propriety and tardiness offended her deeply.
"Relax," Said Serena. "She probably got stuck in traffic."
"What Traffic? Ever since she won that Motorcycle--"
"She's had to deal with bugs in her teeth," Interrupted the blonde sitting
next to Serena. "What?" She asked when everyone glared at her.
"Must you?" Raye Hino asked.
"What?" Asked the blonde again, innocence all over her face. Raye rolled her
eyes. That was Mina's one character flaw. She thought she was funny.
#--#
Tokyo Mall was a relatively new addition to the city skyline. Built partially
on the bay, the mall contained a freeway that ran along the shallow bay
bottom and then up through the mall before dipping back towards the city. It
was relatively deserted since most people were apprehensive about driving
underwater protected by only a heavy glass tunnel roof.
Molly loved it.
Grinning behind her helmet, she weaved in and between the cars with practiced
ease. She loved riding. The feeling of freedom, the roar of the engine, and
though she would never admit it, she liked the vibration of the steel frame
beneath her.
<Is this risky behavior really nessacary?>
"C'mon," Molly said, haven't you ever done something for the sheer thrill of
it?"
Not that I can recall
"Didn't your last host do anything for fun?"
<I. . .don't remember.>
"No?" Molly asked as they roared into what she called Malltown. It was
actually the section of the road that ran through the mall, but like most,
she had her own name for it.
<My first memory is encountering you and the one called Melvin. I tried to
choose between you and he begged me to save you. So I did.>
"He sacrificed himself to save me?"
<Apparently. My contact with his mind was brief. I do know that he loved you.
It was foremost in his mind,>
"And I love him." She whispered, suddenly painfully aware of the cool metal
against her skin that was the ring on its gold chain under her clothes.
Setting her jaw, she twisted the throttle as high as it would go.
The youma would pay.
Every last one.
Part 3
By the time the meeting was over, it was nearly dusk. Pleading work, Molly
was partnered with an high school friend on a Manga as the writer, she had
left as soon as Senshi bisnuess was over. In reality, she wanted to get in
when the park employees weren't paying close attention to the cars going in
and out of the parking lot, picking up friends or others who had spent the
day at the park.
<Won't they check?>
"Nope," Molly said as she parked the motorcycle at the lot near the launching
ramp for the boats. "Well, not for a while yet. We have maybe an hour."
<Question. How do you know this?>
"Melvin and I used to stay here after hours a lot," Molly said, feeling her
cheeks turn red. Partly it was from remembered passion, and partly because
she was a little embarrassed to admit it.
<Really.>
"Don't sound so amused!" Molly hissed, unable to shake the feeling she was
being laughed at. Then she tried to change the subject. "Are you sure you're
watertight?"
<We could go for a stroll on the moon if you like. Though getting there may
be a problem>
"Are you trying to be funny?"
<Not all. Shall we begin?>
Thinking very dark thoughts, Molly walked down to the lake's edge and stood
there. There were answers in there. Least of all was whether or not the voice
in her head was because she had suddenly developed Multiple Personality
Disorder, or she was sharing her body with an alien life form.
Taking a deep breath, she spoke.
"Guyver."
With nary a splash, Warrior slipped beneath the surface of the water, leaving
behind only some ripples to mark her passing.
#--#
He shook his head as he stood in the empty room of the house on the hill.
He-the past version of himself had created this place and the man who had
lived here. Now he would resurrect that life.
Now that he knew what he had done wrong.
#--#
Being underwater at night is no easy task. With little to no light shining
in, you're essentially in pitch black darkness.
Warrior, however, saw as clearly though it was day.
The lake bottom was firmly packed mud and here and there she saw cans,
bottles, and other things.
<Twenty meters to your right>
"What?"
<There is something there.>
"What is it?"
<I do not know. But it is familiar. Something from. . .before.>
"Before what?"
<You.>
"How helpful." It was then she noticed something. "What the?"
It was faint, but against the inky blackness of water there was a light.
<Its coming from there. What I sense. From where that light is.>
As they got closer, they began to encounter debris that wasn't litter dropped
in by lazy boaters. It looked like a piece of bone.
"What the hell is this stuff?" She asked, crouching and picking up a piece of
debris about as big around as her head.
<It appears to be a piece of an Advent Ship>
"It must have crashed."
<That is a logical assumption considering the evidence available.>
"Don't get sarcastic," Warrior retorted as she stood back up, letting the
piece fall from her hand. "I doubt that piece is what we're looking for."
<Undoubtably.>
Moving slowly, Warrior advanced towards the light.
#--#
Serena was scribbling in her notebook when something on the radio caught her
attention. Quickly, she grabbed her tape recorder off of her desk and turned
it on, holding the microphone towards the speaker. When the news byte was
over, she placed the tape into her pocket and ran out. She had to get to
Molly's.
#--#
The source of the light proved to be a woman dressed in flowing robes and
long white hair. She was encased in some sort of field and appeared to be
sleeping.
"Oh my God," Warrior whispered, falling to her knees. "It's a Kami. . ."
#--#
Chapter 4
Warrior could only stare. A Kami, a real, live, Kami-she cut off that line of
thought and tried to look at it rationally. She was underwater, and a woman
was encased in some sort of stasis field was before her. That did not
nessacarily mean she was a Kami, she could be human.
<What's a Kami?> The voice in her head asked.
"A type of spirit. . .I think. They were, and in some places, still are
worshipped as gods and goddesses." Were there male Kamis? "I shoulda paid
more attention when Raye was explaining her religion." She grumbled.
<Raye worships these. . .Kamis?>
"I think so, she's a Shinto Priestess, but I'm not sure what it all means."
Warrior got to her feet and reached out with one hand to touch the field.
She saw Melvin, happy and smiling.
"What the. . .?" She gasped, jerking her hand away.
<What did you see?>
"Melvin. . ."
<I saw a human male, he was happy>
"That was Melvin," Warrior said sadly.
<It would appear the field has certain mementic properties.>
"Huh?"
<It stimulates the memory center of the brain. In your case, it brought to
light your strongest memory.>
"Which was Melvin."
<Precisely.>
"You said the energy was something you remembered from before you encountered
me."
<Yes, but its hazy. It does seem to be constant though>
"Meaning you were exposed to it for as long as you were lying here on the
lake bottom?"
<I suppose so, yes.>
"Well that makes a whole lot of sense," Warrior grumbled as she took another
look around. It was then that she noticed the skeleton. It was next to the
glowing field, its hand stretched out towards it in a gesture of longing.
Walking over to it, Warrior noticed another one, and another, and still
another. There was at least twenty of them, all with their hands stretched
out in a gesture of longing towards the field.
Careful not to step on any of them, she walked back around to the front and
studied the face carefully.
There was no hint of cruelty in that face. It was serene, peaceful. Nothing
to suggest why she was in a stasis field in the first place. She looked over
at the skeleton then back at the field.
"I wonder. . ." She murmured and then placed her hand on the field.
She saw Melvin over her, his hands unbuttoning her shirt. She felt the heat
surging beneath her skin.
**************
Then she was standing in a burning village as men in uniforms and swords ran
amuck. For a brief moment, she saw a man with thick dark brown hair, and then
she was lying naked on top of Melvin, kissing her way down his chest coming
closer to him, to the center of his being. When she reached, it, she wrapped
her fingers around it and for a moment, stared at it, then lowered her head
and wrapped her lips around him.
**************
Then she was back in the burning village, gesturing, as water from the nearby
lake surged forth, washing through the village, putting out all the fires it
touched.
**************
She was on her back now, Melvin working his way down her body. For a moment,
he did nothing, then his tongue was at the source of the fire that burned
within her. But all it did was fan the flames.
**************
She dodged aside as the man with the brown hair swung his sword. She couldn't
hear what he was yelling, but she knew his face, it was etched into her soul.
Nephrite. . .
**************
Then she was on top of Melvin, his tongue still fanning the flames. Moans
passed her lips as she grabbed his hair, trying to pull him deeper inside her.
**************
She walked through the burning village, the men in uniforms yelling their batt
le cries. She was searching for something.
No, for someone. The source of this chaos.
**************
She was on her knees, Nephrite in her arms, watching as he slowly became as
light, surging upwards towards heaven.
**************
She was on her back again, Melvin over her, teasing her. She heard her voice
pleading with him to get inside her.
**************
She stood in what was left of the main hall, watching the woman at the other
end.
**************
In. Out. Over and over, Melvin repeated his actions, pleasure surging through
her in wave after powerful wave.
**************
The woman at the end of the hall turned, her thick red hair seemed to be the
color of blood in the light cast by the fires burning still burning outside.
**************
She was on top of Melvin now, her hips grinding against his, her head thrown
back.
**************
Water and fire surged together. The water from her, the fire from her
redheaded opponent.
**************
The waves were coming closer together now. Dirty words poured from their
mouths, alternately cursing for the way the other made them feel and begging
to keep it up.
**************
The fire and water surged around them both as they each tried stronger and
stronger attacks.
**************
The pleasure was stronger now, a near continuous wave boiling through their
systems, forging a bond between their souls. No words were exchanged, only
primal grunts.
**************
She felt her skin boil from the fire and cool from the water. There was no
end to the sensations, pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.
**************
At the zenith, she cried out Melvin's name, and he cried out hers, each
heedless of who might hear.
**************
The battle between them had ended in a stalemate and she was fleeing the
burning village, towards the lake. An elderly man, his hand wrapped around
that of a woman, her stomach swollen with life ran ahead of her. It went
against her nature to run away, but she must protect these two. That was her
job.
**************
She lay in Melvin's arms, completely contented, the afterglow surrounding
them like a haze.
**************
A swirl of mist and the man and woman vanished, transported to elsewhere. She
turned and looked towards the village. For a moment, she watched the inky
black smoke boil upwards and then she turned back to the lake. Many years
ago, she had been summoned up from this lake to protect the family of a young
man. Now that family had been sent to safety but she and the red-haired woman
would meet again. Turning, she stepped into the lake, weaving a spell about
her. She would sleep until needed again, let all who touch her, save the
descendants of they who she had protected be killed by their own memories.
For a brief moment, she stared out through the yellow haze at a figure in
armor made from bone and sinew, its glowing yellow eyes meeting hers and she
smiled.
Yes, they had survived and she, the Guardian, had a sister now.
Then the figure jerked its hand away.
**************
Warrior stared, half in shock, half in amazement, as the woman's eyes closed,
but that smile remained. For next ten minutes or so, Warrior stood still,
muscles tense, but the woman made no other movement.
Warrior's senses however, were reeling.
"I understand now. . ." She whispered.
<As do I. . .> Warrior blinked. The voice was no longer genderless, but a
woman's, full and rich.
"Wha?"
<My name, is Kinsune>