Key The Metal Idol Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Idol ❯ Angel Idol - Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

Key might feel comfortable in this dark, sad place. But Key doesn't feel anymore. This building is loud, dirty and dank. The lights are coming from the stage. The crowd on the dance floor part like water as Key walks up to the stage. The woman on the stage looks nothing like her. Miho. The woman sounds nothing like Miho. I turn around and see that no one here is listening to the woman. No one cares. Key looks back to the singing woman. The woman doesn't care. Her voice is dead. They took her soul. She is not Miho. It makes Key feel dull. I leave. Key doesn't want to hear her. So Key left.
A shadow falls over me and a hand cups itself over the back of Key's head. Key feels her head being pushed. My temple hits a brick wall and someone laughs.

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A chilled wind whips my cloak as I stare at the disgusting junkyard that is my home. But inside it feels too numb to be my home. It's a sick world of greed and indulgence; of self obsession and blood thirsty psychosis. Pain, sex and money is the back bone of the city. I couldn't care less of any of it. The sky is a dirty gray. Smoky, thick, black clouds coil and inhabit it, dancing around at Tiphere's feet. I've been standing on top of this building staring at the sky; wondering to myself;
Can he see me?
An involuntary shiver; the payment of metal flesh and bone. I've made a habit of always thinking when I look at the sky. Its the only time I really do. It all comes flooding back; His dark. So optimistic, always looking up at the clouds, the "mystical floating city". All a lie! A sick sick lie!
The only truth is death! Blood! Instinct! I've found myself there. I feel my feet leave the roof as I take to the air. An instinct. A few more rusted building tops and I find myself hearing music. I stop. A dead beat, hungry for followers and a full crowd of junkies.
In my minds eye it suddenly goes dead silent. A cruel laugh. A pack of voracious rapists. I feel a surge of anticipation. My pink tongue slips neatly over my teeth. A few new heads to hunt. Finally. I was getting bored.

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A pain fills Key's head and stars dance over the slimy bricks of the wall that Key sees. A fist grabs Key's hair and I am flung against a wall. The wind is knocked from me. One man grabs each wrist pinning Key to the wall. My blue eyes blink slowly and Key doesn't fight them. One licks my cheek and they say strange things about my body...

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A warm spray of thick liquid splatter on the two attackers and their victim. A quick blur and glint of metal as the twisted spill of guts fly with a squick. Key blinks, paying no matter to the sheen of blood on her face. Another blink and she turns her eyes to her "savior". A silver fist grabs the head of the newly purée blood mess of man before it hits the ground. One man's eyes go wide.

"Fuc-!" he gurgles as a black schliks into his throat. He then is pinned to the wall giving a dying flail. The last who holds the thin victim with worn metal arms that engraved a few good scraps by the wrists. The cloaked "savior" steps into a pale light A small girl, anointed in blood, she stared hard with dark eyes; such cold ferocity

"Thank you" a somber emotionless "thanks" from the girl whom was still in peril. She seemed very...calm. The remaining attacker brought his knee to the captives gut, causing Key to double over. He released her and a long blade unsheathed itself from his wrist. With a demented giggle he lunged at the "angel". An easy dodge the girl made. Her eyes narrowed as the man rushed by. A sick junkie, she could smell the drugs, sex and metal lubrication on him. A few quick leaps back as the sharp blade on the fellow's arm cut into her long cloak. Quickly her foot snapped up to dislocate his metal arm easily from its socket. The arm bent above the punk's head, angling awkwardly above his head. Sparks blew from the exposed wires, burning holes into his overcoat collar.

"You little bitch!" With a roar he charged again. This time his only weapon was a bare metal fist. The small cloaked girl caught it in her own hand. A small snort as she brought her forearm up, still holding the decapitated head by the hair, severing the arm. The man cried out as twisted metal snapped and detached from his body. The sound of broken gears lightly hummed through the stinking air. Key raised her head blinking past her now wet bangs. She heard the sound of the sick man's failing gears. Her faded eyes turn to the girl in the cloak. Her metal arms reflected silver in Key's eyes. Others like her.
A glint of a hidden blade pulled from the battling angel. A quick slash and the man was put out of his misery. A thud of dead flesh and metal when he fell. Silence filled the air. An exhale from the cloaked girl. She wiped a few dark strands of hair from her eyes. Three new heads. A hunter warrior saves the day again.
The small girl rose to her knees then stood. Pale eyes looked the covered women over.

"Thank you" and she turned simple, then proceeded to wonder off.

A blink of dark eyes, "Wait!" The girl was around the same size as the thin girl who walked away. Cloak splattered with crimson, a hand of total metal slipped out to beacon."It's not safe for a girl to walk the streets alone."

Key turned without a word, choosing to blink at the girl, "Key is alone..So there's no choice..I must walk alone. Thank you for your concern." And again the girl turned to walk.

'The girl is naive..either that or she lost her mind' the cloak girl thought gravely to herself. "Your going to get killed!"

Key turned back to the girl, remaining silent but a slight sliver of curiosity shined in her eyes. "Key has already died."

Her 'savior' was taken slightly aback. "What?" her deep dark eyes looked over Key. The girl looked so frail but in an odd way mellow, almost dead.

"Key already has died." She announced simply, not minding having to repeat herself. Her face was so devoid of emotion; like her face was a lifelike mask.

Soft steps as the girl approached Key. The cloaked women had to look more closely at the thin girl. She looked so human but- "You're...a robot?" she tried to steady an easy tone.

"Yes." Again the words were delivered with morbid simplicity. Key didn't seem to mind being looked over. "You are too."

The dark haired girl slowly looked down to her exposed metal hand. It was quite obvious. "Cyborg...actually." Her voice solemn.

"Cyborg?" Key chirped numbly, taking time to blink away a blood drop that dripped into a lash.

"I have a human brain.." The cyborg looked over the blood splattered face of Key and the bangs wetly pressed against her forehead. Key didn't even bother to wipe it from her eyes. "But my whole body is machine."

A little nod of understanding was given by the girl, "I see. Do you have a name?"

A shake of head, ebony hair swayed, "Not a good idea." The cyborg closed her eyes.

"To have a name?" a blink of her Key's cerulean eyes and a quizzical head tilt.

A taken aback blink from Key's companion. "No....no." She straightened her long ratted cloak that hung off her small frame in uneven folds and billows. Her dark eyes opened and looked to the side down a disgustingly filthy street way. The gaze seemed far off. "Its not a good idea to know my name..." a quiet voice.

"Oh...." Key nodded and again turned to go. "Key thanks the dark-eyed cyborg again." With that, the small frail girl took a few steps out into the world.

"Key," the women's voice spoke again "one more thing."

"Yes?" Key halted, turning once again to face this battle angel.

In a breath the "angel" was face to face with the robot girl. With an easy gesture she slipped the over sized cloak off her shoulders and fanned it onto Key's. Underneath lie black vinyl with many buckles hugging her metal body. Tying the cloak firmly on, she looked at Key with softer dark eyes.

"Take care of yourself." A firmer tone and eyes. "...and don't walk the streets at night."

"Key doesn't understand. Why did the dark eyed cyborg give Key her cloak? Why did you tell Key to be careful?"

"Cuz I was like you once." The girl stood back and smirk smiled slightly. "Naive..innocent to the world.."

Key raised her hands to secure the cloak on her shoulder. "What happened?"

"..Death.." Solemn and quiet.

"Death?" Key echoed innocently, blinking her emotionally voice eyes at the women. "Of whom?"

"You should go home." The cloakless warrior gestured with a sleek metallic arm. "Its not safe here."

"Key's home was with Sakura. Sakura died long ago..." the little robot lowered her bloody head respectfully, "Key has no home now."

No home? No friends? Family....a wanderer....death. "Don't you have anywhere?" a soft tone.
Key simply shook her head, pale hair wavering heavily in the dirty breeze.

Silence fell over the steel metal warrior. "Where have you been staying?"

"Wandering." She lifted her head to look upon the warrior.

A look of surprise. The robot girl looked to healthy to have been a wanderer. "For how long?"

"I do not know. It does not matter."
The solemn warrior just rested her eyes on the smaller girl before her. Something wasn't right with Key, something her mind couldn't place. Those plain dusky eyes, ashen hair...the ignorance and naiveté.
A nod as if Key were finalizing the discussion. Again, the youth looking girl turned and began to leave.

"There's some cheap places near refugee camps!" The warrior cupped her hands round her mouth as the girl got farther away. "Stay away from junkies!" A sigh inside. A pause. Why was she bothering?

"Key will!" the girl called back, continuing on her way.

A soft sigh. '..She won't last five seconds..' the warrior watched the newly bloodstained cloaked girl walk away.

Several steps later, Key stopped, calling back, "Ms. Dark eyes....please, can Key ask, what do you do with the heads?"

Several blinks before the cyborg realized she still held the head of the first guy she killed. "Uh.." She attempted to hide the bloody thing behind her back. "How long have you been here exactly?" She cleared her throat turning to a new topic and question.

Key turned walking back to the leather encased cyborg. "Not long. Seems we cannot part.." She lets the sentence hang there quietly.

"No." the warrior realized oddly. "Strange." She turned simply and gathered the other two blood splattered heads by the hair. Their last screams frozen on their dead faces. "Fates a bitch that way." a sarcastic bite to that tone.

"Bitch?" Automatically, Key follows the women.

"Its set. Preordainedand there's nothing you can do to detour or change it. Leaves you feeling helpless and defeats hope." The warrior continued tossing up a head to catch it with a juicy 'phlpk!'
The young amateur blinked again with those ever emotionless eyes; a stark contrast to the eyes of her companion. Key looked into the deep focused crimson eyes of her friend, analyzing the different hues and shades that made up the dark wine colour of the cyborg's eyes.

A beat of silence before..."Is it still dangerous for Key to ask your name?"
The female battle angel stood there in somberness. Those deep eyes becoming solemn then slightly glazed. She raised her pale marble sculpt face to look into the dulled pools of blue called eyes before her. A glint of light on metallic skin and rich red. She stroked the life blood under each eye like it was a calm sadistic ritual.

"If you want to live."

"Key..." a pause "Key...does not care whether I live or die...I have lost hope..."
Key received a cold narrow look from her companion. A look from eyes that have seen much disemboweling, rotting flesh and diseased rigor mortis in the world's heart. An intense crimson wine gaze of Death herself. How could a cyborg of her caliber care whether the robot before her died or not. She'd probably seen enough of that to freeze and numb her heart and mind. Or was it she'd lost hope herself?
Key doesn't flinch from he gaze. "What is your name?"
A simple shake of an ebony haired head.
The young looking robot dares to take a step toward the cyborg. "Do you know your name? Do you need help to remember?"
Silence from the cyborg. Such an innocent question, such innocents, such virginity. But it barely seemed to brush against the clad leather cyborg with the new gust of wind.
A blink of her pearlecent eyes. Key took a moment to look the other over. "Where is your skin?"
An automatic clench of chrome hands. To be flesh...to have flesh...Key was a robot, yet she had flesh, looked human. It was possible, expensive, but possible.

A sharp turn of the cyborg's head. She looked to the side of her. "I have none."

"Why? Have you lost it with your name? Did your make-..." Along pause and Key's head hung low.
Slow blink of dark eyes. A slight burning sensation in them as a picture of a tall, strong, blonde man slipped into the cyborg's minds eye. A small dot tattoo on his forehead. Kind eyes peering through a small pair of beat up glasses.

"No. Left him." A new picture of machine parts and internals neatly hung about in a room in a well thought out room; A chair for customers to sit patiently as they were repaired; flickered in her mind. An internal gasp, realization. She was saying too much.

"Because he didn't give you skin and forgot your name?" eyes turned up toward the women. "This world...it doesn't know love..does it? Doesn't know friends...gladness."

The metal fist clenched harder. A dull clink of metal against metal. "He named me."Quietly Key could tell the warrior was trying hard to control her voice. It seemed too far off.

"What did he name you?" a breeze blew past the robot, the cloak which covered the girl lifted with the gust and gravitated towards the cyborg. The tattered material seemed to coil, embracing the woman's curvatious hip.
From behind the black vinyl the cyborg could dully feel the strips of tendriled cloth brush and dance around her abdomen. The wind was cool and her raven hair blew in winged strands. She couldn't bring herself to curse Key let alone anyone with her name. That name brought a curse of torture and death. Something she would only bring upon the evils she hunted.
As a final effort Key exhaled. "Mima Tokiko. That is Key's name. Key's school mates made fun of me. 'Key, Key, Key, Robot Key..' " mechanically , Key continued the song of mockery.
Silence. A soft plip plip of blood from the 3 heads, still held in metallic hands. "Mima...Tokiko" the cyborg silently repeated. A sweet name to an ignorant girl...in such a bad world.

"Key." The cyborg spoke the name that the robot adorned herself with even quieter, in acceptance. From the warrior's face under each eye the streaked blood slowly slipped down its cheek it was adorn on.

"Key." A nod."Did your school mates tease you?" The girl looked to the heads in the silver fist. "What do you do with the heads?"

"There are no schools." A slow blink. "I'm a hunter warrior." A gaze. "Where have you been?" The robot girl didn't seem to know anything.

"Dead"

This caused the cyborg to look at the robot harder "Dead?......." A moment of silence, a solemness. "Who rebuilt you?"

"I do not know. The voice told me to live my dream...find my destiny."

Ebony brows furrowed, "When was this?"

"After Key woke up, I did not see him."

The girl was newly reborn in this "beautiful world" without so much as a word from her Father. It made the cyborg's insides twist. She herself was very lucky to have been taken in by Daisuke. Poor frail Key. "I'm sorry."

"Why? You did nothing." Key tilted her head, eyes regarding the women with her.

The cyborg looked down at the heads she held. The faces now sagging into a choiristic "O". "I'm...just sorry, Key." She briefly closed her eyes. "I have to go drop the heads off."
Key didn't understand why this women felt sorrow for her. She wasn't a friend. Friend..a lifetime ago, that would have mattered.
"For money. I trade the heads of wanted people for money." Key's old question was answered.

"May Key come along, Ms. Dark eyes. You said Key is not safe alone on the streets." An innocent blink.

The crimson eyes looked the girl over once more. Strangely enough...she believed the girl to be genuine. A naive girl who by some miracle survived this long on luck alone. If anyone found out about her, found out about her weakness-. Her instincts were right on this one. "It's not safe there...not with me."

"Will you not protect me?" the young one tilted her head. "As a favour for the sorrow Key brings you?" Guilt? Maybe. She will survive after all.

A puzzled look from the cyborg. "For my sorrow I favour your protection? How does that work?"

"If you feel sorry for my situation please help Key have a good situation."

"Help Key help Key." Simply stated so the girl unknowingly was a good situation manipulator. The cyborg gave her that much credit.

"Please." A bland tone, delivering a helpless request.
A slow inhale. Help her. Key didn't know what she was getting into. Taking a stray. 'Help Key help Key'. Those blank blue eyes, so helpless. So young. So innocent.'Please'. Key looked so human it hurt. But metallic arms could crush her so easily. She couldn't. Too much rust made by blood stains. Maybe, just maybe she could save this one. Puckered lips paused to speak.
"No."
A glint off chrome and dark vinyl and the battle angel leapt into the dying sky.

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