GetBackers Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Goodbye ❯ Missing ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: lieb_schaden 
Anime/Manga: GetBackers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 784 | Visits: 440 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: GetBackers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 784 | Visits: 440 | Status: Work In Progress
Missing
Ginji slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. He still couldn’t remember him. What was his name again? Oh yeah. He told me it was Akabane…it does sound familiar. He sighed when his head started to hurt once again. I guess thinking is not a good idea. He glanced at the entrance of the living room when Akabane entered. He wore a white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants. A smile graced his lips.
“Are you felling better today?”
“Yes, I am. My head hurts when I try to remember things though.”
“Then don’t. Your memory will return when the time comes.” He left the room and entered the kitchen.
It will return. But only when my fun is over. He opened the door to the fridge and glanced inside. He pulled out some eggs and beacon before closing it once again. When he turned he saw Ginji standing in the doorway. The blond probably wouldn’t believe his eyes if he had his memory. He thought the psychopath was a monster. But the term psychopath only meant that he felt no guilt when he killed. It didn’t mean he lived in some dark corner during the day and killed at night. He did have good suits which he wore whenever he was out. He was like any other person save for the psychopathic tendencies. But everyone has a flaw, right? All superheroes did. But he was no superhero; Ginji was, even Ban. And he, he is their enemy. But he would have to push that aside. He needed to act like a friend for his plan to work. The feeling he gets when a challenge appears filled his entire being as he watched his “science project” lean against the doorframe.
“Are you hungry?” He questioned.
“A little.” The blond shrugged.
“Then sit down.”
Ginji sat at the small table which occupied the kitchen. He watched as Akabane cooked their breakfast. He had so many questions he wanted to ask and Akabane should know the answers, right? He claimed they were friends. He felt sad that he couldn’t remember. He probably hurt his friend’s feelings when he said that. But he seemed so understanding and kind. He didn’t know what had happened but he was lucky to have a good friend to take care of him.
When Akabane was done cooking, he brought plates of food to the table and set one down before Ginji.
“…um…Akabane-san?”
“Yes?”
“How did I lose my memory?”
“You had entered an unstable building and it collapsed. We were supposed to meet but had gotten the address wrong.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. It must have scared you when I hadn’t shown up on time.”
“It’s quite alright.”
“So, how did we become friends? I mean…it’s obvious you’re much older then me.”
“True. We met when I was working.”
“Working? What do you do?”
“I’m a Transporter.”
“Oh cool. But…how did we meet?”
“You had hired me for a job that had gotten personal.”
“Oh.”
“Anymore questions?”
“No…for now I guess.”
The rest of their breakfast passed in peace, each contemplating their own thoughts. Ginji was slowly piecing together what he was told and Akabane was watching him, an amused little smile on his face.
Ban was a complete wreck. He sat on one of the stools within the Honky Tonk, beating himself up inside. He had promised that he wouldn’t let anything happen to Ginji and it still did. He had found a phone and called Shido, knowing that if Ginji was buried under rocks, the beast master would find him. But he didn’t. That meant the Jackal had him.
“I may have worked with him but not even I know where he lives.” Himiko shook her head as she glanced at Ban.
“It’s like he doesn’t exist. My animals couldn’t find him.” Shido sighed in aggravation.
No one knew what was happening to Ginji. Considering the fact he’s with the Jackal, they thought up all of the worse case scenarios. Ban seemed calm and collected but turmoil occupied his thoughts. He wanted Ginji back. Now. Who knew what that monster was doing to him?!
Ginji slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. He still couldn’t remember him. What was his name again? Oh yeah. He told me it was Akabane…it does sound familiar. He sighed when his head started to hurt once again. I guess thinking is not a good idea. He glanced at the entrance of the living room when Akabane entered. He wore a white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants. A smile graced his lips.
“Are you felling better today?”
“Yes, I am. My head hurts when I try to remember things though.”
“Then don’t. Your memory will return when the time comes.” He left the room and entered the kitchen.
It will return. But only when my fun is over. He opened the door to the fridge and glanced inside. He pulled out some eggs and beacon before closing it once again. When he turned he saw Ginji standing in the doorway. The blond probably wouldn’t believe his eyes if he had his memory. He thought the psychopath was a monster. But the term psychopath only meant that he felt no guilt when he killed. It didn’t mean he lived in some dark corner during the day and killed at night. He did have good suits which he wore whenever he was out. He was like any other person save for the psychopathic tendencies. But everyone has a flaw, right? All superheroes did. But he was no superhero; Ginji was, even Ban. And he, he is their enemy. But he would have to push that aside. He needed to act like a friend for his plan to work. The feeling he gets when a challenge appears filled his entire being as he watched his “science project” lean against the doorframe.
“Are you hungry?” He questioned.
“A little.” The blond shrugged.
“Then sit down.”
Ginji sat at the small table which occupied the kitchen. He watched as Akabane cooked their breakfast. He had so many questions he wanted to ask and Akabane should know the answers, right? He claimed they were friends. He felt sad that he couldn’t remember. He probably hurt his friend’s feelings when he said that. But he seemed so understanding and kind. He didn’t know what had happened but he was lucky to have a good friend to take care of him.
When Akabane was done cooking, he brought plates of food to the table and set one down before Ginji.
“…um…Akabane-san?”
“Yes?”
“How did I lose my memory?”
“You had entered an unstable building and it collapsed. We were supposed to meet but had gotten the address wrong.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. It must have scared you when I hadn’t shown up on time.”
“It’s quite alright.”
“So, how did we become friends? I mean…it’s obvious you’re much older then me.”
“True. We met when I was working.”
“Working? What do you do?”
“I’m a Transporter.”
“Oh cool. But…how did we meet?”
“You had hired me for a job that had gotten personal.”
“Oh.”
“Anymore questions?”
“No…for now I guess.”
The rest of their breakfast passed in peace, each contemplating their own thoughts. Ginji was slowly piecing together what he was told and Akabane was watching him, an amused little smile on his face.
Ban was a complete wreck. He sat on one of the stools within the Honky Tonk, beating himself up inside. He had promised that he wouldn’t let anything happen to Ginji and it still did. He had found a phone and called Shido, knowing that if Ginji was buried under rocks, the beast master would find him. But he didn’t. That meant the Jackal had him.
“I may have worked with him but not even I know where he lives.” Himiko shook her head as she glanced at Ban.
“It’s like he doesn’t exist. My animals couldn’t find him.” Shido sighed in aggravation.
No one knew what was happening to Ginji. Considering the fact he’s with the Jackal, they thought up all of the worse case scenarios. Ban seemed calm and collected but turmoil occupied his thoughts. He wanted Ginji back. Now. Who knew what that monster was doing to him?!