06-09-2008, 10:26 AM
From the distressful look on Aero’s face, it was clear he still grieved over the death of his comrade Celipa. He had not witnessed Aero in such an emotional state, but the green haired man was strong, that much Kirano had gathered, therefore he believed that the cyan haired man would come around. He had to be mentally as strong as he was physically if he wanted to survive. Lord Vine mentored Kirano with the belief that a warrior must control their emotions, even though the former student still struggled to. Aero would see the saiyaness again, that was all that really mattered.
Kirano pictured Aero with the fallen saiyaness in his arms, lowering himself in order to gently and respectfully place her body next to an insignificant rock. Kirano imagined the same scene only with Android Seventeen in his arms, he gently placing the androids lifeless body beside the rock. He quickly freed his mind of that tragic image. Back during the fight on Arlia he had promised to take down the Construct in order to protect earth. He accomplished that goal, but lost his best friend in the process.
The image involving Seventeen, jumping in front of the Constructs blast in order to save him still bothered him till this day.
Seventeen you fool. Why did you have to do it? I could take care of myself. I didn’t need you foolishly jumping in the way. He even…
He did not even want to think about the past, Seventeen, giving up his life in order for Kirano to leave Arlia alive.
That son of a bitch, Seventeen. What am I to you, your equal, or a common citizen you just felt like giving up your life for? I sure as hell don't feel like your equal. I feel like shit. Even worse, that dirt beneath the bottom of a shoe.
Kirano’s fists tightened in anger at the realization of his life being saved twice that very day in the hands of the android. He had not gotten the chance to tell Seventeen how degraded he felt. His pride refused himself to confront the android concerning the events which occurred on that day. Pride had prevented him from telling Seventeen that he was the one who should have died for best friend, not the other way around.
Me... Me... Me. I should have been the martyr, not you.
Then there was Bra.
Stupid girl…
He had not known the saiyan Princess for long, but without doubt she was the only person he had connected with amongst all the other warriors who fought against the construct. She had given up her life also. He was left back on earth to face up to the reality that they were both gone, dead for what, saving his behind.
Fuck that. I didn’t ask them to do a kamikaze…but they did it…they did it on their own accord… he managed to realize. How would he cure his mortifying feeling? He could not, that was the answer.
“You alright?” Aero asked, causing the angered human to break his thought.
Kirano gazed at Aero with lost eyes for a moment. There was something he needed to ask the man. “That girl, Celipa, who was she to you?”
“A friend,” the man replied, in quieter tone. “In such a short time we really got to bond.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Then,” said Kirano, turning his face away from Aero’s direction, still a little angered, “I know exactly what you’re going through.”
“You do?” Aero wondered. He had not known Kirano that long and was therefore unaware of the man’s true friends.
“What? You don’t think I have someone close to me?”
“I guess we all do.” There was a moment of silence; the only sounds heard were their steady breathing and the chirping of morning birds. “Is it someone in DA?” Aero wondered.
“Yeah… anyway,” replied Kirano, with the intent of changing the subject. “Like you said, we shouldn’t let our guard down.”
“Right,” replied Aero, who easily figured out that his new companion did not want to dwell on the past. The feeling was mutual for the cyan haired man.
Kirano suddenly froze for a moment.
“What’s up now?” Aero wondered.
“Oh it’s nothing,” he lied, laughing to add convincement. He had a bad feeling about Seventeen.
Is he…?
If Seventeen had died again, fake or not, he would unleash hell, fire and brimstone that would not strike from beneath, but instead descend from the sky above like a meteor, onto the killer(s).
Kirano pictured Aero with the fallen saiyaness in his arms, lowering himself in order to gently and respectfully place her body next to an insignificant rock. Kirano imagined the same scene only with Android Seventeen in his arms, he gently placing the androids lifeless body beside the rock. He quickly freed his mind of that tragic image. Back during the fight on Arlia he had promised to take down the Construct in order to protect earth. He accomplished that goal, but lost his best friend in the process.
The image involving Seventeen, jumping in front of the Constructs blast in order to save him still bothered him till this day.
Seventeen you fool. Why did you have to do it? I could take care of myself. I didn’t need you foolishly jumping in the way. He even…
He did not even want to think about the past, Seventeen, giving up his life in order for Kirano to leave Arlia alive.
That son of a bitch, Seventeen. What am I to you, your equal, or a common citizen you just felt like giving up your life for? I sure as hell don't feel like your equal. I feel like shit. Even worse, that dirt beneath the bottom of a shoe.
Kirano’s fists tightened in anger at the realization of his life being saved twice that very day in the hands of the android. He had not gotten the chance to tell Seventeen how degraded he felt. His pride refused himself to confront the android concerning the events which occurred on that day. Pride had prevented him from telling Seventeen that he was the one who should have died for best friend, not the other way around.
Me... Me... Me. I should have been the martyr, not you.
Then there was Bra.
Stupid girl…
He had not known the saiyan Princess for long, but without doubt she was the only person he had connected with amongst all the other warriors who fought against the construct. She had given up her life also. He was left back on earth to face up to the reality that they were both gone, dead for what, saving his behind.
Fuck that. I didn’t ask them to do a kamikaze…but they did it…they did it on their own accord… he managed to realize. How would he cure his mortifying feeling? He could not, that was the answer.
“You alright?” Aero asked, causing the angered human to break his thought.
Kirano gazed at Aero with lost eyes for a moment. There was something he needed to ask the man. “That girl, Celipa, who was she to you?”
“A friend,” the man replied, in quieter tone. “In such a short time we really got to bond.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Then,” said Kirano, turning his face away from Aero’s direction, still a little angered, “I know exactly what you’re going through.”
“You do?” Aero wondered. He had not known Kirano that long and was therefore unaware of the man’s true friends.
“What? You don’t think I have someone close to me?”
“I guess we all do.” There was a moment of silence; the only sounds heard were their steady breathing and the chirping of morning birds. “Is it someone in DA?” Aero wondered.
“Yeah… anyway,” replied Kirano, with the intent of changing the subject. “Like you said, we shouldn’t let our guard down.”
“Right,” replied Aero, who easily figured out that his new companion did not want to dwell on the past. The feeling was mutual for the cyan haired man.
Kirano suddenly froze for a moment.
“What’s up now?” Aero wondered.
“Oh it’s nothing,” he lied, laughing to add convincement. He had a bad feeling about Seventeen.
Is he…?
If Seventeen had died again, fake or not, he would unleash hell, fire and brimstone that would not strike from beneath, but instead descend from the sky above like a meteor, onto the killer(s).