Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the End ❯ Sibling Rivalry ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Lost Love

He swiftly turned backwards into mid air containing absolute freedom and control. His form was elite, complex in every aspect. The midnight ends of silken hair revealed perfection and the daringness of his cerulean eyes filled the most powerful with fear and intimidation. He held the heir of youth, clearly immature in his oblivious ways. His smile was devious, his glare filled with malice. Android 17 was he, and he embraced all of the wonders of his divine power.

She arose the same, gifted even more so than he. Her movements were lithe, feminine in all views. Her flawless appearance surpassed the mere distant glare of her sapphire pupils. She was bathed in maturity, and wished not to dab in the silly squabbles of Android 17, her younger sibling. Android 18 saw much more in life than joy riding and reaping havoc. She desired something of the opposite, as other females did: material, secular things.

The angelic sun's beautiful rays sprang life upon the once darkened world of the moon. Wispy clouds tacked the blue haze known as they sky in intricate yet lovely patterns, Birds sang, and plants bloomed, the day serene in all ways. This faultless façade hid the true malice of the day. Hate and betrayal weren't evident, yet they were clearly seen in the eyes of the beholders.

*Along the lines of peace and clarity, their paths had crossed and had been undone. Somewhere in their unusual life, they found themselves in conflict over terms. Rarely did they disagree, yet the cursed line of good and evil had driven them far apart. They began on the same road of life, but they were divided by a conscience and the knowledge of right and wrong. *

His foot met accurately with her semi-human chest cavity, her bones breaking on impact. Her eyes widened relatively, her expression filled with horror. His (glare) was that of hate and deceit and he displayed it, savagely jamming his fist into the pale features of the center of her forehead. The snapping of bone against fist was not heard but felt. Her head snapped aside, her chilling voice echoing throughout the forgotten city. All in these few seconds, 17 thought not of what he was doing. In these last seconds of her life, he was her assaulter and no longer her protector.

18's body skidded backwards in a magnificent show of his power. The wind whipped directly about them both, dust and debris billowing in an exciting rate. Ground shook seemingly with the blow and the earth wept with remorse.

 

Magnificent

 

17 collapsed rightfully from his god like position, exhausted. He was drained, needing refueling badly. His chest rose and fell in a trembling manner as he attempted to catch his elusive breaths. Sweat and blood feverishly dripped from his temple and his clothing was tattered and clearly, partially destroyed.

His artificial yet odious gaze arose, hesitantly glared around the gravel filled battle field in paranoia. Seconds seemed as hours, and still only dust cleared. 18 did not stir.

 

If 18 were indeed alive, she would have arisen. He had murdered his sister in cold blood.

 

So, he had won, yet to what cost?

 

He gritted his teeth, quaking severely. Lazily did his vision duplicate as he found his way onto his footing. He swayed, rocked even, yet found the potential to pull himself together. 17 inhaled deeply, his lungs painfully receiving air. He dared now allow tears to flow. She had done this to herself, right?

Time and time again he tried to convince himself that she chose her fate but time and time again, he saw that it was not as so. He tilted his head to the above in complete anguish. Were not the skies representations of a holy, angelic place? Why did their depths fill him with her smile, her laughter and her undying loyalty to their sibling love? How could he even think of those wretched things now? Was he so deep in destruction that he had forgotten the one person and only person of his kind?

Pools of tears gathered into his azure depths, their arrogant edge gone. His lower lip fumbled to form words and he yearned to scream. He quaked awkwardly, falling in complete silence.

She could not be dead . . . It was impossible! She could stand so much more than that. . .

He dared not speak for fear of the sound of his voice. Was he….Derrick, or was he Android 17? Had metal and madness concealed and hardened his heart to the point where he would claim her life?

 

“Who…am I…?” he murmured.

 

The Droid tilted his head slowly, beckoning for answers on his own accord. Did she not understand that he deserved revenge? That they deserved revenge? Things were unclear, his emotions were uncertain. Did not the government's actions convince her?

Dust began to settle and the day grew long and weary. Amazingly, he still stood there, in the same position, never moving. The wind billowed calmly through the tattered fabric of his clothing, and even then he remained still. There was a deadly calm about him, an eerie, rejected feeling. Rage bit deeply into the depth of his half chewed heart and it flung him into the most isolated and secluded corners of insanity. Her love, her heart, her touch, her loyalty, her scent, her support, and her expressions were all lost in his childish ambitions of vengeance. It was all -HIS- fault.

 

His head finally arose swiftly.

 

Something was wrong.

 

The very essence of a metal bullet bounced evenly from his back and instantly melted from his intense aura. It barely brushed past his skin, yet the pain was great. A painful gasp and a gurgled growl erupted from his lips and he stumbled forward. His head snapped aside an exotic raged trance and he lurked back around.

“Who wants to die?” The words rang brilliantly from him and spread abroad the field. He had not the energy to kill many yet one bullet meant one person. One human was truly going to be easy

His serious gaze fell upon the east quickly, his expression focused. He glanced about the corners of the plain, awaiting the new challenge. No one revealed themselves.

Soon, tanks sprouted over the grim and arid horizon and gun fire soon followed. Smoke engulfed the surrounding area and it clouded the filled in its misty haze. Eruptions drilled upwards through the weeping earth and it trembled in remorse.

17 steadied his footing evenly and tilted his head back. No, not yet, his power had not returned.

A black haze brimmed its way against him and it bombarded his unique aura. Oxygen collapsed and hydrogen illuminated into powerful sparks of electricity. Detonations set off in a thunderous roar and the sky's blue seemed to fade in fear. Day became midnight and fire began to spread, reaping havoc upon the militant soldiers. His voice sprang from the paining depths of his heart in a loud and strong scream of anger and wrath. His fingers clenched into his palms and wind fluttered directly beneath him. Light formed soon afterwards as his aura brightened.

 

“Deidara, His power is rising at a fast rate, we should get him now!” An officer viciously stated over the dramatic fire and loud explosions. He was afraid and looked onto his leader for help and assures.

 

Dumbfounded, the man gawked on, rocks and gravel quickly plowing past him at a feverish paste, “I… we….”

 

“Sir!” The soldier desperately began.

 

“Retreat… he will destroy us all, as he did Drina . . . ”

 

It was far too late

 

By this moment, 17 was already upon them. He cupped his hands, appearing into mid air directly before them. He swung to his left, colliding into the skull of the man. As the man fell, the rest had no time to catch their breaths. Turning backwards, he swiped his heel towards the next's side. Deidara had died. He loved it, he honestly loved it. He loved the screams of pain and the terror filled look he left behind as they died. He adored the slaughtering of this man, but the pain did not end. Why? Why did this man still haunt him? Why didn't he accept him as a son? If he hated him as a human, what would change that?

 

He was Android 17, his human qualities gone.

 

Bullets whizzed past him in intricate patterns, soon ricocheting from him, striking others.

Savagely, he slaughtered them all, ripping free limbs, breaking necks, even allowing them to trample one another in their fear. His mocking laughs rained supremely over the field as this chaos continued on. Dirt and blood coated him and yet he cared not. This was his day and age to rule as god, Android 17.

He sprinted into a one hand cart wheel, dancing beautifully over harmless bombs and pelting rocks of this pathetic militia.

 

Ridiculous, this was too easy.

 

He burst into mid air and instantaneously stopped to a halt. Small explosions below became inaudible to him, but terror rang loudly through him. He turned into mid air, laughing brokenly into the ravishing moon's light. Tears clouded his vision and he frantically glanced about, agitated with a deep sob, “WHO ELSE WANT'S SOME?”

Of course no one answered; he had been speaking to himself all the while, all this time. He even questioned his own sanity and humanity. Was not revenge the sweetest essence of life? Why did it fill him with bitterness and not clarity? He arched his head with another choked sob, his heart racing. Their faces, their ways, and their sheer stupidity bombarded him. Humans were to blame! It was their fault for all of this. They made his sister and himself monsters. They ruined their lives, it and would be their fault that judgment day would be a millennium earlier. Derrick had been lost. . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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