Disclaimer: I do not own Claymore

Authors Note:This is my first stroy, I've never written anything like this before, and I know that Claymore is kinda dead, so if you read this please review it.

Description:Imagine if there was another world outside of the outer world, where a war that has lasted over 200 years has been waging, with guns, planes, ships, and some advanced technology. Now what if they took slaves from the world we see in Claymore and turn them into soldiers? What if one day one of these soldiers came back and reunited with Clare, the only family he has left. (also I came back and fixed the writing style)

All he could hear was the wind, the cold wind blowing into his ears as he was being carried at what seemed to be a million miles an hour. He held onto Clare tightly as they fled far away from Ophelia.

At last they came to a stop, Raki knew exactly what was going to happen next, he had replayed it thousands and thousands of times over in his head. No matter how long ago it was he still remembered every vivid detail of that fateful day. He remembered how Clares lips felt against his and he remembered the pain he felt as he said his final goodbye…That had all been 4 years ago... He closed his eyes and could feel a soft hand touching his shoulder, it had to be Clares, and in that one singular moment Raki had peace.

Raki snapped out of his trance to the sound of screaming, explosions and gunfire. He opened his eyes and looking down at him was his sergeant, who was was shaking him awake and pulling him off the ground.

"Get up corporal! We have a war to fight, and there is no sleeping on the job!"

Raki looked around dazed and confused all around him he saw fire, he saw the bodies of both teenage boys and men all around him. It had all been a dream...

Raki had been knocked out by a mortar shell explosion and in the few moments of peaceful sleep he dreamt about the one person he was fighting for.

He looked around, he saw a 19 year old boy blown in half, screaming out for his mother, desperately trying to hold what was left of his body together.

Raki looked around again, he saw one of his comrades dragging the lifeless corpse of his friend, screaming for a medic, refusing to believe that his friend was dead.

Raki wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, every ounce of humanity left in him wanted to yell for help, to release him from this hell… But whatever humanity Raki had left at that point was quickly put aside as he saw the enemy rushing towards him with a bayonet. Raki quickly sidestepped and dodged the bayonet.

He then proceeded to lift his own weapon and take aim at the young man who had just tried to kill him. Without hesitation Raki pulled the trigger… He felt no remorse, all he had for his enemy was hate. The old Raki was missing, he had been torn apart and rebuilt as a monster, but even then, he was still just a grunt, a pawn in this war that he was fighting.

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Clare

1 year later

Clare was walking back to the cave she and her band of fellow renegades had take refuge in.

They were in the northern lands, 5 long years after the battle with Isley's army.

Clare had made a habit every day after training to search all around the north for the person she had lost, and once again tonight, just like every other night, she had found nothing.

Roughly a month ago she did find something however. She found the cell where the slavers were keeping Raki, she knew it was his cell due to the drawing of the twin goddesses Teresa and Clare engraved into the wall. In that same cell however she found what looked to be like a circular scar on the ground, almost as if a great deal of energy had gone off within the cell and left a permanent marking on the ground. Clare was perplexed by this, but knowing that Raki was once nearby gave her hope.

But tonight she found nothing once again. As she entered the cave she was immediately greeted by Miria.

Miria gave Clare a friendly smile, she did this every time Clare came back from her search, she was always trying to cheer her comrade up.

"Don't worry Clare, you will find him eventually." Clare had heard these words many times before, so much so that they seem to mean nothing anymore.

"It has been five years, How come I haven't found him yet? Where could he be?" She choked out.

Clare rarely let her comrades see her get worked up, but whenever she came back from her searches, she could rarely hold back her emotions.

Helen decided to speak up, Helen was notorious for trying get on her friends nerves, it was how she entertained herself. "I think you should give up Clare, there is no reason to keep trying, it's been five years! Your little boy toy has probably been dead for a long time!" she said.

Clare's eyes widened as reached for her claymore, "Don't you dare talk about him like that!" she barked.

"What's wrong Clare? You really want him to do you that badly? Well you should be fine so long as you are ok with some necrophilia!"

Clare immediately drew her claymore.

"ENOUGH!" shouted Miria, "Clare you need to calm down, and Helen you need to stop trying to get on Clares nerves." said Miria.

"Jeez I was just messing with her, no need to get all serious" chided Helen.

All was quiet once again until Yuma, the youngest and the meekest, walked in from outside and said "Hey guys, you might want to see this!"

Everyone hurried outside and looked toward the sky, at what appeared to be a meteor. The meteor was covered in fire and after watching it come closer and closer the claymores became more and more amazed, the supposed meteor was heading on a course very close to their location.

Finally it crashed down into the dense forest surrounding the mountain their cave was located in. The seven warriors all glanced at each other, Miria then said, "That can't be good. Lets go check it out" The warriors all moved out to see what had fallen from the sky.

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Raki

Raki opened his eyes, "Where am I?" he thought, "What happened"

Raki was inside of a small cage made of glass and metal...No…"Not a cage" he thought, "A pod" he remembered, as the door to his "pod" opened up.

As suddenly as the door opened he fell out of his pod. Raki stood up and winced in pain, he looked down and saw that he was bleeding out of his left thigh.

"How did that happen?" he thought, then suddenly the memories all came back in small flashes.

A firefight, guns going off, fire, and then falling. Raki remembered some of what happened, he was inside of a ship, he fought his way out of a cell and ran to… "what was it again?" he pondered for a moment… "an escape pod" Raki escaped a prison cell, fought his way to an escape pod, and then plummeted quickly towards his home world…

"Why was I in a prison cell?" he thought. At that moment his instincts kicked in, he didn't know why but he knew that he had to move, and FAST. Raki quickly grabbed his backpack and duffel bag, and then he sprinted off into the distance, limping a little due to his injured leg.

After about a minute of running he heard voices coming from where he had once been, now he REALLY needed to pick up the pace. He didn't want to have to get into another fight.

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Clare

Clare didn't really know what she was looking at, the thing that fell from the sky definitely wasn't a meteor, it looked… man made. It looked strange, it was shaped like an arrowhead pointing downwards, on the front a piece of the… "Cage" she thought, "yes that had to be it" the front piece of the "cage" was lifted up and exposing the interior.

Inside there was a chair along with a bar just above it, likely to hold whoever or whatever was inside in place.

"What is this thing?" she thought.

Just then Deneve spoke up "Hey, look at this" she pointed to a trail of blood leading away from the "cage".

The warriors all gathered quickly and then soon began running and following the trail.

After about two minutes, they saw the figure of a man running awkwardly away, he clearly had an injured leg.

"Had this man come out of the cage" Clare thought.

At that moment Miria ran out into the open and called out to the man. "Hey you! Stop right now!" She demanded.

The man turned around. He was wearing strange armor. It seemed to not be metallic at all, if anything it looked like it could be broken easily (Imagine plastic) but it had scratches on it, clearly showing that it had taken a beating.

His armor plating was placed over a skin tight black suit. The armor covered almost every part of his body, but it left small spots open to allow movement.

However his helmet was the strangest of all. It wrapped around his head and on the front there was a visor made of glass. It was large enough to show the eyes and nose if the visor were to be removed. The front of the mask was also narrower than the back. Having a helmet that covered not only the entire head but the face as well was a rarity. and a very strange occurrence to say the least.

Clare was truly perplexed by his armor. Her mind was racing at a million miles an hour, until the man spoke up.

It had only been a few seconds after Miria had demanded that the man stop. "STAY BACK" he warned as he pulled out what seemed to be a small piece of metal shaped like an L.

Miria was not deterred, she readied her own weapon and said "Stop running, you will do as I say or I will kill you myself!".

The strange man did not flinch but instead the "Piece of metal" he was holding let out a loud bang, and out the front of it there was a small explosion.

Miria Cried out as everyone looked at her they noticed that her leg was bleeding. "Consider that a warning" he yelled out. "It shouldn't be too hard for you to heal" He yelled out over his shoulder as he began running again.

The warriors all circled around Miria, all except for Clare, who was already standing off to the side out of sight, "That voice" there was something oddly disturbing about his voice.

Clare looked at her comrade, then back at the man. Clare became enraged, NO ONE was going to get away with hurting the people she cared about. She quickly ran after the man and caught up to him at the edge of a cliff.

The man pointed his "Piece of metal" at her head but then as his arm tensed up to pull the trigger, he stopped… "No…" he said as he moved his finger away from the trigger. "You harmed my comrade! And that will be your last mistake!" said Clare as she kicked the man in the stomach and then off the cliff…

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Raki

"Oh great here I am again falling down from yet another high place, I seem to have a knack for this kind of thing don't I? I can't believe Clare just kicked me off a cliff!" He thought, he then did a double take in his mind, "Wait… Clare just kicked me off a cliff" "CLARE just kicked me off a cliff!"

Admittedly Raki had never been happier to be kicked off a cliff...

finally he was reunited with the person he stayed alive for after all these years! His battle was finally over! He could have peace! All he needed to do was talk to Cla-

(WACK)

Raki hit the ground hard, his helmet rolled off of his head and stopped just a few feet to his side.

He attempted to reach for it, but he was stuck. Finally realizing what just happened, he began to panic.

Raki just shot at Claire's friend and Clare had just tried to kill him. But that was all just a misunderstanding, it could be sorted out… No… what Raki was worried about was that he was stuck, no he wasn't trapped under anything, nor had the fall paralyzed him… He felt a warm liquid on his stomach…

He looked up and saw that a sword had been thrown into his stomach, impaling him and holding him in place. Upon further examination he saw the emblem on the sword… "Clares emblem" he thought. He heard a light thud in front of him, he lifted his head and looked in the direction of his feet, and there he saw her, a silver eyed woman approaching him, with the intent to kill. Had she not remembered who he was? Did she forget about him? Was everything he fought for just a lie? His vision began to blur as she got closer, eventually he couldn't see anything, and he uttered out his last word… "Clare"