Preview of Ch. 5: Believe

[marauder_09]

Ch. 5 still in the works since I'm busy with training



Ryo's Story Ch 5 version 3: Believe


Present Day
Pacific Ocean

“I will always be with you… Always and forever…”

The young girl opens her eyes as she looks at a tattered picture. A picture longing for living color and bright smile. The girl gently brush her right thumb of a young man’s face. The man wears a black blazer uniform and is sitting on a brown bench in front of the high school that they both went to once. The young man being next to her in the picture as he hold her hand as she too wore a high school uniform.

Staring at his tantalizing eyes, she silently folds the small picture in a flower origami. Tears flooding her cheeks for each moment that she looks at the picture.

“There was nothing I could do… to stop what happened between us” the young girl replies.

Placing the flower origami into her black pilot suit, the girl dries her tears from her eyes and looked straight ahead.

“Will I ever see him again, Chiba?” asks the girl “Will I see him just once with my own two eyes?”

Chiba remained silent for a brief second. Suddenly, the gentle hum of electronic and monitors slowly brighten to life.

“Yes Hana-san, you will see him” said the AI “You will see Ryo Iwamura again.”

Smiling, Hana-san　looks outside of the airplane she and her Chiba were inside in. Dawn slowly entering the blue skies and white clouds with ease. 　 　

“Captain” radios the pilot “We are green light to proceed.”

“Very good” said Hana-san, “commence operation: White Flower.”

Green light initiated, Hana-san closes the hatch of her Arm Slave and silently grasp the flight controls.

“I miss you, Ryo.”

**

Jill Island
Present Day


I silently looked outside of the window that overlooks the calm blue ocean. The white sandy beach that is so close, yet far from my touch. Blinking once, I stared back at my morning breakfast.

Portuguese sausage with scrambled eggs and two scoops of rice.

My name is Kyle J Huwata and for now, let's just say I'm off duty for work- for now.

I sigh as I ate my breakfast and stared at the widescreen TV mounted on a corner. The Dining Facility (DiFac) seemed vacant at the moment because the weekend has finally come.

The TV seemed to talk of a certain explosion that occurred at Los Angeles nearly three months ago. For some reason, a business corporation building was bombed by Navy aircraft from the 59 air squadron when a F-15's targeting systems malfunctioned.

Which caused the missile to target the building at midnight in March.

That's odd, I thought to myself, F-15s are not supposed to be flying that low of a altitude anyway, especially in a busy city like LA.

“Damn pilot must have been off his medication to fire his Hellfire missile at that building” whispered a female voice.

I turn my head to the left and my face blushed red.

It was Captain Angel Myers.

The female captain saluted me first and I saluted her back, since I was senior to her rank.

“Geez Angel you should be careful with your voice” I said in a flustered voice.

Damn, I hate being caught off guard. Especially when its a nice lady like Captain Myers of all ladies.

Gesturing the young captain to join my table, I turn my focus back to the TV as I continued to eat my breakfast. Although my eyes were locked at the TV, I could feel that Angel was staring at me with admiration. I probably have something on my mouth that my napkin did not catch when I wiped my mouth earlier.

“Captain, is there something on my face that you find so attractive?” I ask Angel honestly.

And you thought I didn't notice you staring at me.

Angel's face flushed red as soon as I stare at her lovely face and I smiled a little. Taking a napkin on top of the table, she tries to hide her blush face and I leaned my face closer to her face. I suddenly felt the napkin on my cheeks and nose as I stare at her tantalizing eyes.

Why is love so mysterious, for a lady who appears so holy.

“You missed a spot, sir” said Angel with a foxy smile “I'll help you wipe it off from your face.”

Taking her napkin away from her cheeks, she brushed the white napkin against my right cheek, and I felt a couple of rice grains stuck against the napkin. As she brush the napkin away from my face, a waiter accidentally bumped into my chair while carrying a meal for another officer.

My face lurched forward, causing me to kiss Angel right on her lips. A lock on target, merely happening by coincidence.

For a kiss to happen in a blink of an eye, I enjoyed what little time I had with that short kiss and I pulled away. Suddenly standing up, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I exhaled, I slowly opened my eyes and was about to speak to Angel when something caught my eye from a distance.

A bright light? Isn't that a...?

“Angel, get down!” I yell at her as I tackle her to the floor.

KABOOM

Hearing the sound of an Arm Slaves' Gatling gun ricocheting into the dining facility caused me to take Angel's hand and sprint out of harms ways.

What the hell is going on here!?

“We are out of here Angel!” I yell out to her as my adrenaline spiked into my system.

Dodging bullets left and right, Angel and I darted towards the kitchen area.

Fires from the cooking grill and the wok stations were spouting up to the ceiling, causing the sprinklers to trip and to spout out cold water. Plates fell to the floor, along with glasses and utensils from the top shelves.

“Kyle” Screams Angel “Where are we going!?”

Gritting my teeth, we pass the marked green exit sign. Pushing the double doors, we turned right and ran down the hallway as security forces and other combat personnel were busy arming themselves while running.

“Sergeant!” I yell towards an incoming security personnel “Hand me your side arm and ammunition.”

The sergeant unfastened his Beretta 92 pistol and handed me three clips of bullets.

“Sir, the Commander ordered all officers to sortie into tactical gear and head towards the fortress. The Commander also launched level four, code yellow” said the sergeant.

“Roger that sergeant. Ensure you rescue any wounded and take them towards the fortress” I said.

Ensuring the pistol was loaded and clicked into the safe position, Angel and I ran to the end of the hallway and turned left.

Coming out to see the island, we both gasped.

Our island, was already becoming burning red and black from the Armed Slaves' attack. Two groups of gray Venom Arm Slaves were destroying the base with standard Gatling guns or sharp Halberds. Angel came closer to my side as we both ducked from the intense heat and destruction.

“Angel, here's what we'll do. When I say go, you will sprint to the door straight ahead and not look back. After that, turn right and head up to the fortress.”

Her eyes started to tear and nodded as I continued my orders to her.

“As soon as you get to the fortress, sortie into tactical gear and arm yourself with any weapons they have available. Do not come out of there until any of our personnel gets in and says the right entry word” I said with a husky voice.

Looking out of the door, I motion Angel to come beside me one more time before she departs.

She tugs at my sleeve and I stare back at her lovely brown eyes.

“What is the entry word, Kyle?” asks Angel softly.

I turn away as my mind was blurred with so many thoughts and emotions. Looking back, I softly whisper to her.

“Mithril...”

Her expression was beyond my expectation as I yelled at her to run as I fire at incoming suits that had two red piercing eyes. I could not turn back to see if she made it to the other side because I have to protect her.

“Get some!” I exclaimed wildly at the suits while they fired at me.

Bullets passing near my body, I dodged their fire with extreme speed and leaped out of the side rail.

There is no way that I will give up this island to the enemy. Not while I am alive and no other person will.

This is my story


And this is, our heart's stories.

Believe...

[HELLFIRE]

Haven't had many ppl use Fanworks in awhile, so....




Regards

[marauder_09]

I've tried writing chapter five with different scenarios but due to joining the service since last november, I've been busy.

[marauder_09]

Ch.5 (version 3) [still incomplete]

Ryo's Story Ch 5 version 3: Believe


Present Day
Pacific Ocean

“I will always be with you… Always and forever…”

The young girl opens her eyes as she looks at a tattered picture. A picture longing for living color and bright smile. The girl gently brush her right thumb of a young man’s face. The man wears a black blazer uniform and is sitting on a brown bench in front of the high school that they both went to once. The young man being next to her in the picture as he hold her hand as she too wore a high school uniform.

Staring at his tantalizing eyes, she silently folds the small picture in a flower origami. Tears flooding her cheeks for each moment that she looks at the picture.

“There was nothing I could do… to stop what happened between us” the young girl replies.

Placing the flower origami into her black pilot suit, the girl dries her tears from her eyes and looked straight ahead.

“Will I ever see him again, Chiba?” asks the girl “Will I see him just once with my own two eyes?”

Chiba remained silent for a brief second. Suddenly, the gentle hum of electronic and monitors slowly brighten to life.

“Yes 花ーさん, you will see him” said the AI “You will see Ryo Iwamura again.”

Smiling, 花　－　さん　looks outside of the airplane she and her Chiba were inside in. Dawn slowly entering the blue skies and white clouds with ease. 　 　

“Captain” radios the pilot “We are green light to proceed.”

“Very good” said 花　－　さん, “commence operation: White Flower.”

Green light initiated, 花　－　さん closes the hatch of her Arm Slave and silently grasp the flight controls.

“I miss you, Ryo.”

**

Jill Island
Present Day


I silently looked outside of the window that overlooks the calm blue ocean. The white sandy beach that is so close, yet far from my touch. Blinking once, I stared back at my morning breakfast.

Portuguese sausage with scrambled eggs and two scoops of rice.

My name is Kyle J Huwata and for now, let's just say I'm off duty for work- for now.

I sigh as I ate my breakfast and stared at the widescreen TV mounted on a corner. The Dining Facility (DiFac) seemed vacant at the moment because the weekend has finally come.

The TV seemed to talk of a certain explosion that occurred at Los Angeles nearly three months ago. For some reason, a business corporation building was bombed by Navy aircraft from the 59 air squadron when a F-15's targeting systems malfunctioned.

Which caused the missile to target the building at midnight in March.

That's odd, I thought to myself, F-15s are not supposed to be flying that low of a altitude anyway, especially in a busy city like LA.

“Damn pilot must have been off his medication to fire his Hellfire missile at that building” whispered a female voice.

I turn my head to the left and my face blushed red.

It was Captain Angel Myers.

The female captain saluted me first and I saluted her back, since I was senior to her rank.

“Geez Angel you should be careful with your voice” I said in a flustered voice.

Damn, I hate being caught off guard. Especially when its a nice lady like Captain Myers of all ladies.

Gesturing the young captain to join my table, I turn my focus back to the TV as I continued to eat my breakfast. Although my eyes were locked at the TV, I could feel that Angel was staring at me with admiration. I probably have something on my mouth that my napkin did not catch when I wiped my mouth earlier.

“Captain, is there something on my face that you find so attractive?” I ask Angel honestly.

And you thought I didn't notice you staring at me.

Angel's face flushed red as soon as I stare at her lovely face and I smiled a little. Taking a napkin on top of the table, she tries to hide her blush face and I leaned my face closer to her face. I suddenly felt the napkin on my cheeks and nose as I stare at her tantalizing eyes.

Why is love so mysterious, for a lady who appears so holy.

“You missed a spot, sir” said Angel with a foxy smile “I'll help you wipe it off from your face.”

Taking her napkin away from her cheeks, she brushed the white napkin against my right cheek, and I felt a couple of rice grains stuck against the napkin. As she brush the napkin away from my face, a waiter accidentally bumped into my chair while carrying a meal for another officer.

My face lurched forward, causing me to kiss Angel right on her lips. A lock on target, merely happening by coincidence.

For a kiss to happen in a blink of an eye, I enjoyed what little time I had with that short kiss and I pulled away. Suddenly standing up, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I exhaled, I slowly opened my eyes and was about to speak to Angel when something caught my eye from a distance.

A bright light? Isn't that a...?

“Angel, get down!” I yell at her as I tackle her to the floor.

KABOOM

Hearing the sound of an Arm Slaves' Gatling gun ricocheting into the dining facility caused me to take Angel's hand and sprint out of harms ways.

What the hell is going on here!?

“We are out of here Angel!” I yell out to her as my adrenaline spiked into my system.

Dodging bullets left and right, Angel and I darted towards the kitchen area.

Fires from the cooking grill and the wok stations were spouting up to the ceiling, causing the sprinklers to trip and to spout out cold water. Plates fell to the floor, along with glasses and utensils from the top shelves.

“Kyle” Screams Angel “Where are we going!?”

Gritting my teeth, we pass the marked green exit sign. Pushing the double doors, we turned right and ran down the hallway as security forces and other combat personnel were busy arming themselves while running.

“Sergeant!” I yell towards an incoming security personnel “Hand me your side arm and ammunition.”

The sergeant unfastened his Beretta 92 pistol and handed me three clips of bullets.

“Sir, the Commander ordered all officers to sortie into tactical gear and head towards the fortress. The Commander also launched level four, code yellow” said the sergeant.

“Roger that sergeant. Ensure you rescue any wounded and take them towards the fortress” I said.

Ensuring the pistol was loaded and clicked into the safe position, Angel and I ran to the end of the hallway and turned left.

Coming out to see the island, we both gasped.

Our island, was already becoming burning red and black from the Armed Slaves' attack. Two groups of gray Venom Arm Slaves were destroying the base with standard Gatling guns or sharp Halberds. Angel came closer to my side as we both ducked from the intense heat and destruction.

“Angel, here's what we'll do. When I say go, you will sprint to the door straight ahead and not look back. After that, turn right and head up to the fortress.”

Her eyes started to tear and nodded as I continued my orders to her.

“As soon as you get to the fortress, sortie into tactical gear and arm yourself with any weapons they have available. Do not come out of there until any of our personnel gets in and says the right entry word” I said with a husky voice.

Looking out of the door, I motion Angel to come beside me one more time before she departs.

She tugs at my sleeve and I stare back at her lovely brown eyes.

“What is the entry word, Kyle?” asks Angel softly.

I turn away as my mind was blurred with so many thoughts and emotions. Looking back, I softly whisper to her.

“Mithril...”

Her expression was beyond my expectation as I yelled at her to run as I fire at incoming suits that had two red piercing eyes. I could not turn back to see if she made it to the other side because I have to protect her.

“Get some!” I exclaimed wildly at the suits while they fired at me.

Bullets passing near my body, I dodged their fire with extreme speed and leaped out of the side rail.

There is no way that I will give up this island to the enemy. Not while I am alive and no other person will.

This is my story


And this is, our heart's stories.

Believe...



Tuatha De Danaan – 1
Mithril's Western Pacific Fleet Operations Area


The Toy Box silently cruises under the ocean depth, being on her voyage for two days. She has left Merida Island with replenished supplies and new weapons armaments that were needed to be tested.

The new weapons were deemed classified until further notice, under the order of the Western Pacific Fleet, Captain Teletha Tesstarossa.

Within the operations room, NCOs attached to the communications station monitored messages from Pacific Fleet's HQ channel. Ensuring any top priority orders were received and given to the proper superiors on the ship. One female NCO was on duty during swing shift when an encrypted order arrived.

“Lieutenant Gilmore” motioned the NCO “Please come here for a moment.”

The section chief on duty and the NCO both verified the order as they checked for any biased and
compromised wording. The order was authentic and both personnel tapped on two separate keys on the digital board, acknowledging the received order to TDD-1.

“Sergeant May, verify order XV129AMS7501B to our log system” said Lieutenant Gilmore.

The lieutenant turns around to call Commander Mardukas to the communications station while the NCO logged the order as directed. She transfers the orders to Tuatha De Danaan's AI, Dana, per protocol. The AI verifies the orders herself and ensured the file was encrypted, installing numerous fire walls and inscribing an read authorized list (RAL) sheet for authorized personnel.

The NCO resumed her primary duties of monitoring the station.

Commander Mardukas arrives to the communications station and Lieutenant Gilmore saluted the English Commander.

“Commander Mardukas, Tactical Headquarters sent in orders to be on standby alert” said the Lieutenant.

The Commander looked over the NCOs' monitor as he read the orders and his face became slightly pale. Both of fists clenched slightly and he closed his eyes, seeming to mutter a name “Jill.”

“The intelligence report has not come in from the Intelligence Bureau yet, Lieutenant?” asks Commander Mardukas.

The Lieutenant shook his head as he said “Sir, this was the only order we have received so far during the five minutes you have arrived.”

“Understood Lieutenant, let the Captain and I know when reports come in from the ghosts” replies Commander Mardukas.

As the Commander made his way to the bridge, he noticed his palms were sweating profusely.

“What is wrong with me?” wondered Commander Mardukas.


Sergeant Sagara was present in the Tuatha De Danaan, due to Captain Tesstarossa's request of staying in the submarine for a couple before resuming his duties to protecting Kaname Chidori. The young sergeant stayed in his room for a bit, readying his green bag for his trip back to his apartment.

The sweet scent from Kaname's perfume was all he could think of right now.

Folding a set of his uniform top the wrong way, Souske sighed deeply and exhaled. A sweat trickled down his right cheek and his left hand softly touched the crossed shaped scar.

Remembering the kiss that Kaname made to him before he departed from the helicopter en route to Tuatha De Danaan.

“Kaname...” Souske whispers her name.

He shuts his eyes tight and memories of protecting her constantly from terrorist such as A21 and Leonard echoed to his mind. For every moment that he left, he became paranoid that his departure might be his last time seeing Kaname.

Souske dared not to tell this fact to anyone, including Kaname herself. Although she did try to tell her things that she knew needed to be exposed.

Kaname believed Souske was not just a soldier, but a man as well.

And all men do have thoughts that must show before those dark thoughts overwhelm Souske. Closing his eyes to reenact the moment with Kaname, Souske leaned against his bunk quietly. There is no sound within his room nor were there sounds coming from outside the other rooms.

“Souske, I don't think I ask you this question before but I'm wondering” ask Kaname “How did you get your cross shaped scar?”

The young teenagers sat at the baseball field in Jindai high, waiting for the helicopter to pick up Souske. Kaname sat to the right of Souske, while Souske sat with his hands on his lap. His bag of weapons and clothes were to the left of his leg, opened slightly.

In case a terrorist arrived to destroy their precious rare time together.

Kaname stared at Souske with her gorgeous brown eyes, waiting for him to reply back to her. His reaction to her question clearly had the otaku maniac thinking quite intensely. Huge amount of sweat began to fall from his head, making its way to his cheeks and his white collared shirt.

Souske exhaled and stared back at her with his own set of gray eyes.

“I believe you are the first person to ask me that question, Kaname” Souske spoke truthfully.

Back in the submarine, Souske continued to fold his uniform as he thought more of the conversation that went on between her and him. He smiled when he saw Kaname blush a faint pink on the cheeks.

“Oh, that's” Kaname stammers “Well, you see Souske, I uh was just wondering that's all.”

A gush of wind began to blow towards the teenagers' position and taking a bold move, Souske gently touched Kaname's right hand as he quickly hugged her so she would not get her eyes covered with dirt.

Kaname's head was snuggled on Souske's chest as his chin was softly on her deep blue hair. They both held each other tightly, as if another one of those bombs that Ryo Iwamura buried under the baseball field blew up.

“What did I just do?” thought Souske.

Looking up to Souske's face, Kaname smiled very wide and poked his right cheek that had the scar. Souske stared back at her with no word of what to say. He did release his grip from holding Kaname, which ultimately made Kaname squint her eyes at him.

“You don't like holding onto me Souske?” Kaname asks sweetly.

“Uh...”

Souske closed his eyes and he felt Kaname's hand touch his right cheek.

Her warm hand caress his cheek as he prop her to sit on his lap and to lean her body on his chest. Souske held her left hand with his right hand, closing the gap that was so far from the time they met, to the time he rescued her from Leonard Tesstarossa's hand.

“My past is not like other teenage boys' past Kaname” Souske said sadly, “And the origin of this cross shaped scar is not a pretty memory to tell.”

Kaname's eyes soften as she dove her head to Souske's heart.

She could hear his heart pound with a rhythm as it began to pound a little faster.

“Souske, each person's lives has a story to tell. Some may be pretty, and some may be dark. Even though you don't think that way, your story is a interesting one, Souske. Which is how your story led itself to cross into mine.”

The young sergeant sat silently as Kaname and him stare at the baseball field.

“If I told you how I got my scar, would you still believe me afterward Kaname?” ask Souske.

Kaname smiled as she nodded.

He was about to start his conversation with her when reality snap itself back to the present.

“SURPRISE!!” yells a familiar voice.

Souske snapped his eyes open and saw that Kurz flew to the door with a handful of lingerie magazines. Right behind Kurz was Mao with a tired face on.

“Are we bothering you Souske?” ask Mao tiredly.

“Not a problem ma'am. I was just folding my clothes into my bag in preparation for my trip back to Japan” said Souske.

He almost said Kaname's name instead of the name 'Japan.'

“I can't blame you Souske, you lucky dog” said Kurz with a snicker “How about I give you a magazine for the plane ride home? You know how boring the ride is-”

Kurz got hit in the jaw by Mao before he could finish his sentence to Souske. Souske sighed as he watched Mao and Kurz fighting amongst each other about the magazine. He did however, take a magazine that caught his eye.

The magazine Souske picked up had a foxy girl with a white bikini suit on and was posing on a white sandy beach. The model wore a yellow beach hat and held a large rainbow lollipop. Her long black shiny hair glistened from the reflection of the sun.

But those details was not what Souske were staring at.

The item that he stared at was what she was holding. The model was holding a distinct white flower on her left hand. His eyes focused on the flower and then traveled to the model's face. A slight mid twenties, Japanese descent and long brown hair.

Souske stared hard at the photo, as if the answer would suddenly come out of the photo.

“Why is this model so familiar?” thought Souske “I know I've seen a picture somewhere...”

He stared at the model's eyes a little harder and his eyes quickly widened.

“Are you falling in love with Azusa Keida , Souske?” Kurz asks while he was behind the young soldier.

Heaving a sigh, Souske shook his head and set the magazine down on the cold floor.

“Negative” replied Souske “I thought the model was some other girl, but I was wrong.”

Mao and Kurz both looked at each other with puzzled stares and also looked at the picture of the model. Picking up the magazine, they both examined the face of the model and the white poppy flower she was holding.

Kurz stared at the model's eyes and shakes his head, unsure of why would Souske think he saw that model before.

Souske sat against the bed rail and heard the door being knocked on twice.

“Excuse me” said the man's voice.

The three members stared up from their business and saw a familiar face.

“I apologize for the intrusion” said Ryo Iwamura, “But you three need to report to the briefing room immediately.”

Souske, Mao, and Kurz quickly got out of the room, leaving Ryo behind at Souske's room. Ryo was about to the exit the cabin when he also noticed the magazine on the floor. Picking it up, he examined the model and her flower.

Staring at the picture for a few seconds, he softly drop the magazine on Souske's bed and head towards the exit. Ryo's face was soon shrouded in darkness when he read the model's name was Azusa Keida.

He knew Azusa Keida very well.

Azusa Keida was not the model's name. In fact, that name was a message. Ryo was walking in the hallway as he left Souske's room but he started to run in the corridor.

Passing door after door, he closed his eyes to stop remembering the past.

But there is no way to escape the past no matter how hard Ryo has tried to forget.

“...I will always be there for you, Haleigh” echoed Ryo “I promise you.”

The next blink came the snap of her hand against his face, days after the rescue at the hospital. Her screams towards him and him shouting at her back as he interrogated her in a confined room regarding her suspicious activities and history of being a ghost.

“We have reasons to believe...” Ryo could hear the voice of Captain Tesstarossa words exiting the slightly opened door to the briefing room “...And that we must act fast and with utmost safety...”

Another blink and the memory of her walking away from him as the Sakura trees bloomed silently crossed his mind like a knife. As her distance from walking away from him became greater, he held her picture as he too walked away from her.

“...We believe the leader of the attack is this person and the suit that is being piloted...” Captain Tesstarossa pauses her briefing.

Slamming his fist against the cracked door, Ryo Iwamura was panting and snapped into attention, realizing he had hit the door too hard for everyone in the room to hear. The next words was the most unbearable moment Ryo felt as he saw the tattered picture on the screen.

“And I believe, by identifying the person on this picture here on this screen, goes by the name Haleigh Toyotomi” explained Captain Tesstarossa.

Closing his eyes, Ryo finally spoke.

“Haleigh...”