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By: Inuki **Ookami**
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"Lives are like rules, they were made
to be broken! It'll be more than you think. I'm talking about the atomic bomb
to end all atomic bombs. This atomic bomb will end all of Earth forever."
"What, are you crazy? You want to blow everyone up? I don't want to die!
Besides, how do you exactly expect to keep the human race alive? You think
you'll find aliens? What are you? Nuts?" muttered a shocked Kaleb.
"I already have it all worked out. The human race doesn't deserve to
live. If you choose to come with me we'll be the two last living human survivors
from Earth." said Mitsuhiro, completely serious.
"You're insane Mitsuhiro. Someone's going to find this, then they'll
lock both of us up forever until they decide to let us out so they can pull
us out and kill us." muttered an extremely worried Kaleb. He scratched
his head slightly, and then blinked at Mitsuhiro. Suddenly there was a sharp
rapping at their window. They were no longer as high up as before, so now
it was easier for someone to get up to them. Plus they now had a balcony.
"Oh no! It's those girls again!" said Mitsuhiro. Kaleb looked like
he was about to rip his hair from out of his head, and Mitsuhiro was out of
crazy schemes for once in his life.
"Just think of this the way I do. We both want to get to outer-space.
To do so we have to leap over small hurdles, and deal with bigger things,
like getting tired. For us those small hurdles are like dealing with a lousy
instructor, or these girls. The bigger things for us would be gaining power
in this company, or graduating from the Learning Institute." said Mitsuhiro.
"Wait! It's not that simple! There's more to it than just that!"
cried Kaleb over the screams and jeers of the girls outside. Suddenly the
window smashed to pieces, and girls flooded in. The two boys ran to the window
and began to push them out, but the girls began to grab their clothing and
try and take it, or them outside! Kaleb, thinking quickly grabbed a chair
to block them. The girls pulld it out of the window, consuming it, like a
massive monster! The two boys shoved a desk infront of the hole in the wall
that was once a window. The girls could no longer get in. They soon gave up.
"Well, looks like we won't be able to get out of here through the window
anymore."
It was a day later when
the boys were training again. They were fighting with man-sized swords again,
from medievil times. Mitsuhiro had slashed Kaleb's sword out of his hands,
knocking it away. It was all done in a matter of seconds, the blades moved
so quickly they were a brilliant shimmering blur of light.
"How do you do it?" breathed Kaleb to a smug Mitsuhiro, who stood
leaning against his sword, which sat straight down, the tip on the ground.
"It's simple. You just always have to remember that true swordsmanship
isn't from skill, or technique. It's from the heart." Mitsuhiro said
as Kaleb bent down and picked up his sword which lay fallen upon the training
ground. Most of the other pilots gave confused looks at the swords, as they
still weren't very good at using them. Most held the blades tightly with both
hands, shaking and quivering. Then they would tap the ends together lightly.
It was a rather ridiculous site, all these muscled people standing around
like children. Only Mitsuhiro and Kaleb were really fighting. It almost looked
like neither cared if they were to die, that or they were so confident in
the other's skills that they knew they would not be harmed. The two boys slashed
at each other, both missing, and then each with the same intention to slam
the other's sword out of the way with their own, ended up having the two swords
collide, forming an X with the two swords.
"Mastering sword and self are one!" proclaimed Mitsuhiro, as he
drew his sword up, sending Kaleb swinging wildly in a circle. Kaleb stopped
himself, and then with all his strength reversed the spin, so that he slashed
at Mitsuhiro. Once more Mitsuhiro raised his sword, the two vibrated against
each other, the metal shining and glittering, the swords meeting in the center.
Suddenly there was a loud knocking. Their instructor, who stood entranced,
as if by a spell, watched the two boys battle. It was as if he had completely
forgotten everything else.
"Sir! Someone's at the door!" called one of the boy pilots. Their
instructor snapped his head towards the boy, breaking out of the trance.
"I know that boy! Don't
bother me!" he shouted angrily. The boy stepped back slightly, then turned
back to his partner, and they began to resume attempting to move their blades
around slowly in the air. The instructor turned to the two blue double doors,
with light blue handles, and pulled them open, There stood a boy.
"Who are you?" questioned the instructor, who wore his white uniform,
and white hat.
"Excuse me sir, but I'm from a nearby Learning Institute. I'm looking
for two pilots that recently graduated from my school." the brown haired
boy said quietly. The instructor lead him in.
"They're Mitsuhiro Sugimori and Kaleb Brentwood, I was told that they
were in here." the end of the boy's sentence was even quieter, as he
saw all the pilots attempting to use the swords, and then his eyes moved towards
the two boys who were now fighting once more. They were practically blurs
of light, and their swords were even faster.
"Mr. Sugimori, Mr. Brentwood. You have a visitor." their instructor
shouted. The two boys stopped fighting.
"Hnnh. We aren't in jail, he doesn't have to treat us like we are."
smirked Mitsuhiro in a whisper. The blue eyed American and the dark haired
prankster headed toward the other, much younger boy. The boy beckoned for
them to follow him out.
"There will be a funeral held for the dead students from our Learning
Institute, I trust you saw the incident on the news? Anyhow, I was given special
permission as one of the pilots a year younger than the class that was killed
to ask if you two would make speeches on this event? I know you probably didn't
know the students too well, but you two did graduate with the highest marks
in piloting, so I was wondering if you would mind writing up an inspirational
speech on moving forward. You know, to get the students thinking about their
futures, rather than the deaths, which happened in the past." said the
young student.
"Hnnh. The past must be remembered, or we would make the same mistakes
over and over, time and time again. Besides, isn't it a little early to try
and get these students to bring themselves past this horror? It's so fresh.
It would seem like a mistake to try and make a speech about moving on, in
the middle of a rememberance ceremony for the dead." scoffed a rather
angered, but calm, as always, Mitsuhiro.
But Kaleb? He felt like there was a hole in his stomach, a well.
