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By: Inuki **Ookami**
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Then there was a knock at the door. The
head's secretary was standing there outside the door. The general gave a puzzled
look.
"Some boys are waiting to see you, they requested you meet them at your
office. Immediately." then she turned, frizzy hair and all, and walked
off. Her strange, high-heeled shoes clicking as she set her feet down on the
ground. The general hated those shoes.
"How absurd! Me meet them, in my own office!" the general muttered
as he ran out the door of his small apartment. He stomped the entire way to
his office, and found that the lock had been picked open, and that the lights
were on. He entered through the waiting room, there sat Mitsuhiro and Kaleb.
The general was still thinking of how disgusting the head's secretary was
when he entered.
"You're twelve minutes and thirty two point fifty nine seconds late Sir."
Mitsuhiro said, giving a sheepish grin, and pointing to his watch. The general
scowled angrily. He hated when people wasted his time, it was at such a late
hour of the night. The general sighed.
"What do you want?" he grumbled in a loud tone of voice. He was
tired, and grumpy. He wanted sleep, and hadn't had much lately.
"I want to know why you tried to make us enemies." Mitsuhiro stated.
Now the general's mood changed. His eyes opened wide.
"You figured it out. I was hoping that you two would fight better if
you had enemies equal to yourselves." sighed the general.
"Why didn't you just ask us to fight harder?" asked Mitsuhiro in
a low, monotone voice. The general didn't quite know how to reply.
"You'd really listen to me?" asked a rather shocked general. He
wasn't entirely sure he could trust these two boys. They had a trick.
"Well, why not? You are our general." replied Mitsuhiro confidently.
The general was still rather distrustful, and lowered his eyes.
"Do you question my authority?" asked the general grumpily. The
general gave the two a very suspicious look. Mitsuhiro returned it.
"Of course not, I am doing the opposite. Respecting it!" exclaimed
Mitsuhiro. Kaleb hadn't even said a single word. He didn't want to.
"Is that all then?" asked the general. The dark haired boy nodded,
and the two left. The general sat there thinking for a moment. Then closed
and locked the doors, and then walked back to his apartment.
That day the training was much more intense than ever before, at least it was for the two boys. The general pressured the boy's instructors to make them work twice as hard, twice as fast, and twice as quick as the others. Normally it took two years to train pilots, the general planned to train these two boys in one year. Little did he know of the other kinds of training they were doing. Nor did he ever think of Mitsuhiro's plans to defeat I.P.M., and finally travel into outer-space!
"Space." Kaleb
sighed. He read all those books about how insignificant space made them feel,
but space made him feel just the opposite. It made him feel important, and
every time that he looked into the night sky he felt like being compulsive,
and just jumping on the nearest space-craft. He wanted to conquer outer-space,
become the ruler of it forever. He knew he couldn't though, he didn't have
the speaking ability. Mitsuhiro could do it. He could convince crazy girls
to apply to a hundred different schools for them, he could weasel his way
out of being late for almost every class because he slept in, and finally
he could even manage to sneak into a jail, and convince a criminal terrorist
to create something for him! There was a place out there where Kaleb belonged
though. Mitsuhiro was adaptable. Kaleb wasn't, he felt distant, far away from
everyone else. He felt like he belonged in a separate world, or on a different
time. When he looked up at the stars he felt so empty. It was as if there
were something more than what he said, did, and lived like out there. He only
needed to discover what it was. He didn't dare try to imagine what could happen
in outer-space. All he knew was that space seemed so very distant, so very
far away. It was like something so distant that he could never reach it, but
only dream of it. It was all so hopeless. Every night he would look out at
the sky and dream. Dream of things h knew that he could never do nor have,
people that he would never meet. He wished he could meet all of those high-up
government people. It was so odd. Now he stared out the window, when a dark
amorphous figure stood above him. He looked up from his perch upon the edge
of his bed. He turned slowly around. There stood a figure. He looked up to
see Mitsuhiro. Kaleb gave a slight sight of relief and release.
"What are you doing up still?" asked Mitsuhiro in a voice Kaleb
had never heard him speak in. He was quiet, and serious. He seemed almost
weak, vulnerable. It was even stranger for Kaleb than normally being around
the crazy scheming boy. Strange and awkward.
"Nothing." mumbled shyly in reply. Kaleb felt like running. He was
turning red in the face, he could feel it. He wanted to hide, or run.
"You should go to sleep soon." said a quiet, thoughtful Mitsuhiro.
Kaleb shrugged, then nodded a moment later. Recently Kaleb had been unsure
of so many things, but Mitsuhiro was stable. So he hid in Mitsuhiro's shadow.
It was like he had become a side-kick to the other boy.
"Well, good-night."
Mitsuhiro said, turning around, and laying down in his bed once more. Kaleb
nodded. Suddenly a small white feather blew in the window, he stared at it,
and it landed on the ground. As it landed it sparkled, and then apparently
vanished into thin air! "Mitsuhiro?" Kaleb asked the air. There
was no reply. He turned his head slightly to glance backwards at Mitsuhiro
in bed.
"Mitsuhiro, are you still awake? Mitsuhiro?" Kaleb asked, wiping
his hair out of his eyes. He gave a sigh. Nothing happened.
"What do you want now?" mumbled a sleepy Mitsuhiro after a moment
or two of silence. Kaleb raised his head silently, quickly.
"Nevermind Mitsuhiro, you wouldn't understand. Go back to sleep."
Kaleb said to Mitsuhiro in a soft tone of voice.
"All right. Wake me up in the morning early. Okay?" said Mitsuhiro
said, drifting back off to sleep. Kaleb then got into his own bed, and finally
drifted off to sleep. That was the very last time that Kaleb saw anybody.
