GetBackers Fan Fiction ❯ Get Backers: Tale of Two Souls ❯ Get Backers: Final Farwell ( Chapter 1 )

Don't own them but wish I did. I give support to the creator and the team that worked on the anime. A great story so I hope you like my version of what I think could happen later. Remember, fanfiction is opinionated so don't bother to flame me because none of this really happened, except in my head.

 

Get Backers: Final Farewell

 

 

It was a cold, dreary, day outside with clouds hanging overhead, fat and full with moister. The sky seemed to be ready to cry and it fit the mood surrounding the small cemetery. Standing in front of a grave was a person; their body was covered from head to toe. The form wore a green rain slicker that completely covered their body, a nondescript baseball cap rested on the figure's head and a pair of black tennis shoes was on the person's feet.

 

The rain began to fall as the person knelt down to the grave and rested a hand on the headstone. The fat clouds began to trickle out a few drops of dew before the heavens began to cry out. A bolt of thunder passed overhead but the figure never flinched.

 

???: Hey it's me again. I guess this will be the last time we can speak like this; for awhile at least. Looks like I managed to finally take care of the rest of our business so I'm going to be leaving soon.

 

???: Kind of ironic isn't it? It was raining just like it is today; the day you left me. The day you died for me.

 

(Flashback)

 

Two figures ran down a long corridor; one was of a tall young man carrying a painting and the other was a young man scanning for any pursuers. The two people stood by a large window and were unconcerned with the storm outside. A bolt of lightning ran past the building as if trying to catch up with the figures running away.

 

The two figures made their way down the hall to a bunch of stairs that led outside. They had almost made it down the long flight of stairs before they could hear voices. The voices were of the men that they had stolen from; their angry shouts could be heard all throughout the building.

 

The two made their way to the ground floor as they came to a stop; in front of them was a group of ten men all who had guns and were aiming for the duo.

 

The two young boys, as they could be seen from the illumination of the lightning outside, stood before the men with smirks on their faces. The boy holding the art piece laid down their haul before cracking his knuckles. He looked to his companion before nodding and getting a nod back. Without a signal that the men could see the boys flew into them.

 

In a flurry of kicks, punches, gunfire and thunderclaps the battle began. The boys moved as one as they fought of the hired men. When one stunned one man the other came back with a finishing attack. They both moved with passion and finesse as they fought; almost as if they were dancing instead of struggling for their lives.

 

After the two young men had subdued their attackers one reached for the painting and they raced out of the building. What happened next would leave the survivor forever in a hellish nightmare called reality.

 

One of the hired men was still partly conscious and gathered a dropped gun; he was still groggy and began to fire wildly. The boys had managed to escape the fire before the boy not holding the painting pushed the other aside. The boy holding the painting was about to yell in agitation before he looked to his companion.

 

The boy watched as his partner fell to the wet concrete motionless. He yelled the name of his companion but the rain drowned his voice out. Another bullet hit the boy in the shoulder and he looked to the man who had attacked them. His eyes burned with rage and grief; the boy dropped the artwork and charged at the man. The man never stood a chance even when he fired the last two shots into the boys body it didn't stop him The boy had transcended all human concepts and became what all men fear; an angel of death.

 

The man was dealt with swiftly and the boy looked back to his fallen friend. He went over and tried to rouse the prone figure but was unable to stir him. The boy looked down to the face of his companion and saw that his face had gone pale with rapid blood lose. He brought his friend into his arms and cried to the heavens.

 

(Flashback end)

 

???: Everyone chipped in to pay for your memorial and casket; I'm grateful. Even after the money I got for the damaged art piece I couldn't pay for it and no way in hell was I going to let you not be buried and remembered.

 

The figure looked down at the writing on the headstone and smiled.

 

???: Somehow that fits you perfectly.

 

The boy looked away from the grave as he felt the wind blow his hood and hat off. A crown of golden hair was drenched in rain but the boy never noticed. He turned back to look at the place where his friend and partner was buried.

 

Ginji: I have to go now Ban-Chan. I have a feeling that it won't belong now.

 

The boy turned away and grabbed his soaked hat before putting it on his already wet head and walking away. A stray tear fell from his face and then was washed away in the rain as it fell onto the grass. When he had left the graveyard a flash of lightning made the words on the headstone legible.

 

“Here lies Mido, Ban ; A Friend, Companion, Partner and someone who will always be remembered. Rest in peace forever.

 

OWARI