Never Alone (P2 of 3, 1/?)

[Iesu]

These series of fics will begin Van and Hitomi's "His and Her series" (sounds like Kare Kano, ne?) Hehe... It's just a fancy way of calling these fics because their titles all have "His 'Like This'" and "Her 'Like That'"... I hope you enjoy...


Chapter one- His Fury

?They Are Just Two!?? A man clad from head to toe with black armor shouted as he pointed out upon the carnage in the fields.
Everything around them burned of searing fire as two gigantic figures moved into view from the smoke and flames. Slaughtering as they went without remorse, silent assailants of the night, their very actions shadowing upon the opposing army, the flames creating a hue of cascading red and orange light pushing through. The two figures didn?t pause, their strikes unfaltered, their movements precise as each strike of great swords upon the ground towards the black clad army took more lives as bodies were thrown into the air.
?Send Out Our Guymelefs!? The man in black armor shouted out as he turned, grabbing one soldier from his side shouting at him, ?Where In The Thirteen Hells Is Our Reinforcements!!?
?T-t-they? are?? The young soldier?s voice was a stutter, his voice weak, ?already in? the fields, sir??
The man in black armor pushed the young soldier down upon the ground as he growled upon the air, running towards a figure that had just begun to mount a huge mechanical beast. Pushing him out of his way before the figure could even touch the mechanical beast, jumping within it himself, the chest doors of the guymelef closing as it produced steam, slowly standing up.
From within the darkness, four more figures stood, each with the same sign, each bearing the mon of Zaibach. They raised huge blades, their forms almost invisible through the darkness as they slowly approached the two assailants.
The famous swordsman?s guymelef had just begun to move when the dragon armor known as Escaflowne quickly charged forward, flame spiraling out of its shoulder plates, pushing down one of the dark mechanical beasts.
The famous swordsman stood silent as two more dark figures moved forth from the shadows, charging towards the dragon armor on both sides, attempting to flank it. The dragon armor shifted its massive form towards one assailant, sending it down into a fiery grave. As its form started to fall, its arms exploded, its chest pushing open as the dark armored soldier from within jumped out, screaming like a mad man as he jumped of to the ground, falling head first, the flames upon his back cascading like a fall of water.
The dragon armor lifted its blade to its back as it turned, the huge sword piercing the dark giant that charged towards him. Its hand moved towards its head, crushing it into nothingness as it shifted the blade to move the figure to the ground, its leg crushing its metal abdomen, steam and smoke turned red, fueled by blood that had just started to fall.
Screams were heard all around them, chaos ensuing as everyone either tried to escape or died trying. The endless shouts of men were silent to the fallen king, as if they were never spoken. The only thing in his mind now was to take the lives of his opponents; nothing else mattered to his mind.
Staring upon the final dark beast whose figure was still held within the dark shadows, the dragon armor slowly moved towards it, blade held down as it approached. In an eye?s blink, the dark figure quickly jumped upon the dragon armor, though only to let its arm fall upon the piercing grip of the dragon armor?s blade, the man clad in black armor within staring in terror as he caught a glimpse of the fallen king?s eyes, his expression unexplainable, as if it was something no mortal man could ever fathom of.
Flames resonated from Escaflowne?s shoulders, burning everything that blocked its path until there was nothing left but ash and smoke, the scent of steaming flesh and blood clear upon the air.
Nothing remained through the carnage as the famous swordsman stared upon the white gigantic figure that stood alone, surrounded only by the charred remains of a battle that had occurred only moments before. Slowly, the dragon armor?s chest opened, revealing the fallen king as he jumped off towards the ground, staring around himself, his eyes calming, his face, strangely enough, showed traces of pity as he shook his head.
The truth of the matter was, the famous swordsman could only stand and stare upon the carnage Escaflowne had wrought. That only upon the few moments did he really move. Upon the rage that the fallen king showed, he stood paralyzed, fear not from his opponents but from his ally himself.
The blue guymelef?s chest opened as the famous swordsman jumped out, slowly moving towards the fallen king, his mouth agape as he placed a hand upon the fallen king?s shoulder. He sighed to himself, as if trying to figure out what to say, moreover of what had just occurred.
?Destroyer or redeemer.? The words escaped the famous swordsman?s lips as he turned his stare upon the fallen king for a moment then towards the white gigantic figure that was before them, ?Has Escaflowne returned once again to finish the prophecy of blood??
?Neither.? The fallen king whispered softly as he jumped upon the massive giant?s leg, ?He is no more than a weapon now.?
Just as he had spoken, he moved within the white figure?s chest as it turned, taking up air, it jumped towards the skies, its form shifting as it took on the visage of a dragon in its great flight. The fallen king shifted his eyes towards the famous swordsman, nodding towards him as he turned the massive giant towards the makeshift fort in the distance, its wings flapping, and gaining speed towards the fort.
?I wish what you speak of is true?? The famous swordsman nodded to himself as he stared upon the mechanical dragon, ??for all our sakes??

[WaterGoddessX]

Very nice....can't wait to read the rest!!!

[morgansgirl23]

Yeah!! Thank you so much for posting another chapter. I have yet to go on fanfiction.net to read the rest of this series but I'm perfectly content to read your postings here. Keep up the great work and update soon!!