Fan Fiction: Blue Submarine No.6

Title: A new path to peace

Summary: Both have ceased in their bloody conquest but now face equally bleak futures. Can a bridge be formed between the two once warring worlds or will all be lost despite all efforts?

Disclaimer: I do not own "Blue Submarine No.6" or any of the characters from it.

Chapter#1- So far off

The winds blew across the calm sea as the sun hung high overhead. The skies, much like the waters, were clear and crisp. So much so you could easily make out a school of fish swimming close to the waters surface, even make out what kind of fish it was. But though the waters below and the skies above were calm and clear, one soul was anything but.

Drifting along the vast stretch of ocean was a tug boat. To be more precise, a "reformatted" tug boat made from an old abandoned tug boat and reinforced with welded materials scrounged up from a wreck yard. Submarine parts mixed with cruise ship materials were enmeshed together to create the craft of none other then the "Hyena of the sea" himself, Tetsu Hayami.

As if to add injury to his own insult Hayamis' craft, dubbed the "S.S. Hybrid" for reasons that were obvious, had a line of reinforced cable extending out to and tugging along an operational Grampus. He had managed to find one among a wreck yard, the same wreck yard in which he chose his building materials, when he was helping to repair a human harbor with construction and repairing, fixed it up and took it with him.

Hayami sat starboard side of the small deck, letting his make-shift craft drift along aimlessly out among the sea. No destination in mind, no goal in his sights, and nowhere in particular to be. Work for the hyena was becoming difficult to come by as desperate family men and women took any and all available jobs. Even diving jobs were hard to find now that retired submariners started to return to their respectable home, wherever home was, and volunteered to assist in those areas.

It was laughable to say the least, sad but laughable.

Hayami scoffed dryly at himself as he dug his hand into his pocket in search of a cigarette, only to find scraps of paper crumpled in there. That and something that was small and round with a sort of bumpy uneven surface. Wondering what it was Hayami takes all the contents out of his pocket and pulls out his hand. He opens up his hand, uncurling his fingers and finds a small berry-like seed laying there in his palm, The very same seed given to him by the scientist Jung Zorndyke himself. Now how long ago was that again, he wondered? The days seemed to turn into months in the blink of an eye. But thinking back now, Hayami began to replay the events that had transpired on Zorndykes' island of savage hybrids, the very last day of Zorndykes life.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Hayami stood with his arm fully outstretched with his pistol in hand, still pointing it at the old man in front of him. Cautiously he raised his other free hand and took what Zorndyke was offering him, a strange berry-like seed that he had gently plucked from the strange tree behind him. The old man smiled warily at him.

"By the way, young man. I have heard many interesting things about you from my children."

"W-What?"

Zorndyke chuckled lightly at Hayamis' expression and continued on.

"Yes. I have heard of the young human who saved one of my many daughters, a brightly colored Mutio, if I'm not mistaken. Imagine my elation when I heard such news! I must admit it moved me to tears. Imagine, an old bag of bones like myself weeping at something that even you yourself had no rhyme or reason for doing what you did or even why you did it. Am I correct so far, young man?"

Hayami shifted uneasily as the old man hit a couple of sore spots dead on but his eyes, and his pistol, stayed on him.

What of it?"

"It was that particular bit of information that drove me to hold on a little longer to what little life I had in me so as to meet the man that had saved my daughter. That alone was well worth the wait and that was a gigantic step towards a much brighter future for both mankind and my precious children. I believe you two will open the door for both worlds and help them to save each other…as I'm well aware you and my daughter have already done on more then several occasions. Heh, of that I'm sure of. But before I can entirely entrust my daughters' future to you, I must address a very important matter."

"…I'm listening."

"As you know all of my children are very precious to me and are my legacies. I love them all equally as much as a father can love his children. Unfortunately I have weakened too drastically and as a result I will be unable to help guide them in this harsh and cruel world of ours. It pains me to be unable to see that bridge form between mankind and my children. I have tried to teach them all that I 'am able to but my body has reached its absolute limit. It is now in their hands….and in yours. So now I ask you as a father, not a doctor or a man of science….I ask that you help my children, help them build that bridge so that mankind can learn to understand them instead of fear them. Will you do this for a father on his death bed, wanting little more than both worlds to coexist in peace?"

Hayami stared at Zorndyke, pondering the tall order of a request he was asking of him.

"You do…realize who I' am right? You know what kind of man you're entrusting your precious children to, entrusting their future with?"

"Ah, yes. 'The Hyena of the sea', that is your so-called profession, is it not?

"…!"

"When it comes to oceanic matters my children know all and thus, inform their father of what it is they know. Still that alone did not deter you from saving my daughter's life, did it?"

Hayami had no rebuttal but continued to keep Zorndyke in his sights.

"I believe you have accomplished something that took mankind countless of centuries to comprehend, though they still feign ignorance these days."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Understanding."

"…."

"You did the one thing mankind had failed to see through. You understood enough to save my daughter's life and from what I have heard, you even conversed with her and her musuca brother, Red spot. When I got wind of his passing it grieved me so, as he was the first of his kind, prototype or not, to fully grasp the concept of sentience. And for all that you have done, I must thank you. And I ask that you take good care of her."

"Care of….her?"

"Mm-hmm. You two will have many hardships to overcome. You two have already suffered considerably for your actions, but together one can soothe the aching wounds of the other. Actually, allow me to rephrase that. I ask that you take care of each other. That…is my final….request."

Zorndykes' voice began to trail, as if he were about to fall asleep but Hayami could see that the old man was using what little strength he had to stay alive long enough to convey his final wishes to him. He let out a defeated sigh and looked to the old man who awaited his answer. Time seemed to stand still as Hayami weighed his words, taking care as to not say something that would be misinterpreted.

"Alright."

"….?"

"What? Hayami, you cannot be serious! How the hell can you possibly-?"

"Can it, Kino!"

"Uh?"

Zorndyke smiled pleasantly as Hayami faced him again.

"Alright, I'll help them And….take care of her."

Hayami looked to Zorndyke, searching his listless eyes for any sign of a possible argument or if he wanted to say anything else to his already long list. He was taken completely aback when the tired looking old man leaned his forehead more into the barrel of Hayamis' gun, looking eerily at peace in that moment.

"Thank you …so much…young man. Thank you."

And with that last breathy utterance, Jung Zorndykes' life was ended.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

That was long but here he was, drifting on the ocean aimlessly, unconsciously waiting for something to happen. At least, that's what Hayami thought anyway.

With his mind so preoccupied, Hayami fails to notice the huge charter passing his craft. When he did take note of it, Hayami noticed it was no ordinary charter. From the emblems that he saw decorating the ship Hayami instantly knew it wasn't just a craft but a military ship.

He wondered why a military ship would be all the way out in the watery sticks but soon dismissed it as little more that the military on its way to a distant port to deliver some much needed supplies. Or at least somewhere along those lines, anyway.

Letting out a huff Hayami leans in his chair and turns up the radio.

-End