If you've heard (make that read) about me, you'll know that in the past,
the only show/book/movie, etc. that I've worked on has been Beyblade (I'm
writing this from the standpoint now so if it changes from the time I write
this to the time you read it then it's not my fault). Even though I've only
written Beyblade, it doesn't mean that I only like that, just that I
haven't had any sparkplug ideas for anything else I like...until now.
Metropolis-HERE I COME!!!
Oh, but first all those disclaimer thingummies and footnotes; Metropolis, characters, names, logos and related indicia are trademarks of Tezuka Productions/ Metropolis Project (METOROPORISU). Meaning I do not own anything I have just previously mentioned, though Sanguine, her and Rock's parents (some spontaneous characters may pop up later in the story and these are the only ones I fully know of at the moment) are copyrighted to me, evangel-blader (again, if I change my pen name within the time you're reading this, that's your problem, not mine).
One more thing: Let us all comprehend one thing-I do not like Rock. I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT LIKE, LIKE, AND DEFINITELY DO NOT LOVE ROCK OF METROPOLIS (despite what my friend thinks). There, just to get that cleared up...Let's start the fanfic!
One more thing: I don't like swearing, but since Metropolis has four profanities in it, I probably should stick to that principle.
1. I've Been Watching You
Boom.
Screams rent the dense, melancholy air in which hung the purulent smell of blood and rotting flesh. The sound of bombshells exploding, guns firing, yells and screams rang through their heads and ricocheted through their skulls. She hugged him closer to her, feeling that maybe it would make a better safeguard to do so.
He stood on the battlefield, torn, bloody garments with battle- scarred features. He scrutinized the hell (A/N: Not considered profane in this context) that stood before him; blood-red, cloudy skies, inert corpses, bullet cartridges, bombshells, soil ground and dying grass, all coated with vast amounts of blood. He watched as one of his men ran in front of him, pursuing one from the enemy side. With a cock of the trigger, the enemy went down with a squelching sound and crimson liquid erupting from his forehead.
"This is not how humans were meant to be...I can only hope that my son won't have to witness something like this. If he's still alive, that is. At least it's over..." the man mumbled. He then waved his hand in the air, signalling to the men of his squadron. "Come on, men! It's over, we've won and now we can rest!"
The score of men that were left raised their rifles in the air with a cheer. They parted in different directions of the field, two of them following his direction. He walked with purposeful strides to one of the run-down houses near the edge of the field. He watched his men enter their cabins to meet the blissful arms of their wives and children a few metres away. Then, he stepped in front of the doorway of his.
He stood there, gazing around at the run-down shack, scanning for his family. "Come on, this isn't funny, you two. Come out..." he called softly.
"Father?" came a small reply.
The man's face eased in a relieved smile and he spread his arms wide. A small child emerged from the wreckage, pushing a board away to reveal himself and a woman. The child ran towards him, arms open wide in the same fashion, a wide, jubilant smile on his face.
The man crouched down as the boy ran into his arms. They hugged each other lovingly as the woman watched with tears in her eyes. The man looked up as he heard a yell. He turned away from his son and to his men. "What is it?"
"Watch out, Commander! It's aim-"
Bang.
The soldier fell to the ground along with the child that had been in his arms. His wife screamed and the other soldier gasped with his family. The man began to turn his head the other way and then heard another gunshot. With a sharp pain in the side of his head and squelch, his vision blurred, then was darkened.
The boy's eyes were wide in horror as his father rolled his eyes. He backed away warily as the man's grip on him loosened and scarlet liquid spattered him and his father. He ran back to his mother's horrified arms as the man fell to the ground and cried into the swells of her chest. She hugged him tightly and began to hum softly to comfort him.
The woman watched as a tall, uniformed man appeared in the doorway. Another figure that moved jerkily followed beside him. The man placed his foot on her husband and shot him three more times with his rifle. He turned to the robot and said, "Good work." Then they looked up and at her. She shifted so that her son lay hidden from view.
The uniformed man turned around. "Sir, there's another one here, and it's a lady."
Another man, taller than the uniformed one emerged at his side. Though shadowed, she could see that he wore a hat and cape. He stared at her. "Well, it's not nice to harm a lady, now is it?"
"No, sir," chuckled the uniformed one.
"You men leave me alone. You've taken my husband, what more could you want?" she yelled at them in frustration.
"Nothing much, my good woman. In fact, we're on our way, now." The taller man said as he turned and prepared to stride away. "Shoot her."
"You got it," answered the other one as he raised his gun.
The young boy made a small gasp as he saw something small and black leave the gun, fly through the air, penetrate his mother's head, and land in the wall behind them. More blood, this time from his mother's head poured over him. The two men turned and left as his mother's head slowly began to tilt towards the side. It then carried her whole upper body with it as it came to rest in the boy's lap.
With tiny, yet strong hands, he lifted his mother's head and stared into her wide, lifeless green eyes. Tears welled up in his as he leant forward and let them stain her brown hair. He pried himself out of the small corner and ran out of the cabin, stepping over his father to scowl at the departing men. "Hey! You!"
The tall, caped man turned. "What is it-Oh! Well, hello there, little one. Where did you come from?"
The boy looked in confusion at the man standing before him and then at the man at his feet. They both looked alike, so which one was Father? The boy took a few steps forward, smile widening with each one. He then ran with wide arms towards the man and embraced him.
The tall man stared down in amazement at the brown-haired boy cuddling his legs. He glanced at the man beside him. "Should I dispose of him, sir?" the uniformed man asked.
The tall, blonde-haired man shook his head. "No. Leave him be. We'll take him back to Metropolis with us."
"Metropolis?" the boy repeated as he looked up at the tall man. This time, he could see the man's eyes-they were green. Not blue like his Father's. This wasn't Father-Father was dead and now this strange man was taking him to a place he had never even heard of! What about mother? She was dead, too, and now he was the only one in his family left.
"Mother! Father!"
He awoke with a start. He found himself breathing heavily, almost in a pant as he gazed around the room. He could hear beeping and the soft chatter, sound of wheels and doors opening and closing. He lay in a bed with light blue colours and he wore blue garments of the same shade. As he moved to sit up, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm and fell back down immediately, wincing from the pain.
He could see through only one eye, for the other seemed impossible to open and was covered with something that tightly wrapped around his head. Through his one eye, he saw that both of his arms were bandaged and his left was in a sling wrapped around his neck. There was gauze bandaged to his neck, there were wires attached to his chest and arm. He could feel that his hair was matted and tangled. He could also see a figure to his left, leaning against the wall.
"Take it easy, now. You'll only hurt yourself more if you don't," informed the figure, which was blurred by an intravenous bag with transparent liquid. The voice was vaguely familiar; somewhat low, phlegmatic, yet comforting-like that of a female he once knew.
Slowly and more carefully this time, he sat up and leant forward to get a better look at her. "Mother?" he said quietly.
She wore a knee-length mahogany jacket with belt, collar and full-length sleeves. Underneath that were navy blue shirt and pants over which a series of brown belts lay. One belt, the largest one, was fastened with a golden buckle securely at her waist while two more hung loosely from it. There was one strapped high on her right thigh with a silver buckle, and three on her shin just above the flap of her white boot. One pant leg was tucked inside the black-laced, black-soled boot while the other went to full ankle length.
He then examined her hair-tied high on her head with a blue elastic and it spiked in all directions. Her bangs were like that of his mother's-a crescent moon part in the middle that then made small wisps to cover her ears slightly. She wore round sunglasses, unlike his, which were more square-like. Hers were more wiry. The features were also like those of his mother's, her brown hair of the same shade as him and his mother. If only he could see her eyes...
The girl moved away from the wall and to his bedside. She gazed down at him with an emotionless face through the black of her glasses. "I'm not your mother-I'm a little too young. You've been out cold for weeks...The doctors had said you would be okay, but I highly doubted that, what with your first degree burns, cuts, scrapes, bruises and whatnot. Seems you proved me wrong. So, you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I think so..." he replied, looking away from her.
She raised her head to face the window. "That was a pretty nasty explosion. Took out the whole city, and now hundreds are dead because of it. Many more are critically injured, such as you. But it's a wonder you survived-you were right at the heart of the blast. You got away with relatively minimal injuries, too, Rock."
The blue-eyed boy turned his head rapidly, causing a sharp pain in his neck. Using his left hand, he massaged the area ruefully. "Who are you? How do know my name and so much else about me?"
The girl gave him a sly smirk and took off her glasses. She sat down on his bed, though her head was lowered in the other direction, prohibiting Rock from seeing her face. She continued to smile as she shook with a silent chuckle. "You mean you never noticed me? You've got to spread your eyes, boy."
"What do you mean? Answer me."
She raised her head and looked him directly in the eye. Rock gasped. The emerald green of his mother's eyes lay in them along with her apathetic, yet kind personality. "I've had my eye on you for some time now. Ever since Detective Shunsaku Ban came to Metropolis, I've been watching all the events of this city closely. I observed Kenichi and his uncle, Tima and Dr. Laughton, Duke Red and his Marduks-up until the time the Ziggurat blew up."
(A/N: I know they spell it Malduk, but I don't think that's right for two reasons. One-everyone in Metropolis clearly pronounces it Ma-R-duk, not Ma-L-duk. Two-the Babylonian God's name is Marduk, M-A-R-D-U-K, not Malduk, and I believe that that is where Metropolis got the name from. So, for those reasons, I call them Marduks.)
"You were watching us the whole time? Then why didn't I ever see you?" Rock interrogated.
She lay her arm on the bed, propping herself up with it as she sat and glared at him. "Oh, you probably did, you just didn't recognize me."
Rock scowled at her and glanced at his bandaged, broken right arm. "You still haven't told me of your name."
The girl looked away to the wall. "Yes...a name. I suppose you would like to know the name of your saviour..."
Rock narrowed his eyes. "Could you possibly stop being so elusive? It's getting annoying."
"Yes, of course. Forgive me, Rock. I was the one that found you in the wreckage of the city. If I had left you there without life support systems any longer, you probably wouldn't be here talking to me. And don't worry about Red, I got him out, too."
"Father? You saved my Father?" Rock asked eagerly. He then remembered his real father from his dream and started to scowl again. "What about your name?"
The girl put her sunglasses back on and stood up. "Name's Sanguine." With that, she headed for the door.
"Wait! I want to talk to you more," Rock called. "There are some things I have to ask you."
Without turning she answered, "Later. I'm going to see Duke Red, but I'll be back. We'll discuss your problems then."
Rock sighed and lay back down. He glowered at the ceiling above him. "You don't understand my pain, Sanguine. Maybe if you did, you'd listen to me. Like my mother would," he mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes. Every aspect about her was like his mother, except for this one. "If you loved someone and hollowly as I did, you'd know."
Oh, but first all those disclaimer thingummies and footnotes; Metropolis, characters, names, logos and related indicia are trademarks of Tezuka Productions/ Metropolis Project (METOROPORISU). Meaning I do not own anything I have just previously mentioned, though Sanguine, her and Rock's parents (some spontaneous characters may pop up later in the story and these are the only ones I fully know of at the moment) are copyrighted to me, evangel-blader (again, if I change my pen name within the time you're reading this, that's your problem, not mine).
One more thing: Let us all comprehend one thing-I do not like Rock. I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT LIKE, LIKE, AND DEFINITELY DO NOT LOVE ROCK OF METROPOLIS (despite what my friend thinks). There, just to get that cleared up...Let's start the fanfic!
One more thing: I don't like swearing, but since Metropolis has four profanities in it, I probably should stick to that principle.
1. I've Been Watching You
Boom.
Screams rent the dense, melancholy air in which hung the purulent smell of blood and rotting flesh. The sound of bombshells exploding, guns firing, yells and screams rang through their heads and ricocheted through their skulls. She hugged him closer to her, feeling that maybe it would make a better safeguard to do so.
He stood on the battlefield, torn, bloody garments with battle- scarred features. He scrutinized the hell (A/N: Not considered profane in this context) that stood before him; blood-red, cloudy skies, inert corpses, bullet cartridges, bombshells, soil ground and dying grass, all coated with vast amounts of blood. He watched as one of his men ran in front of him, pursuing one from the enemy side. With a cock of the trigger, the enemy went down with a squelching sound and crimson liquid erupting from his forehead.
"This is not how humans were meant to be...I can only hope that my son won't have to witness something like this. If he's still alive, that is. At least it's over..." the man mumbled. He then waved his hand in the air, signalling to the men of his squadron. "Come on, men! It's over, we've won and now we can rest!"
The score of men that were left raised their rifles in the air with a cheer. They parted in different directions of the field, two of them following his direction. He walked with purposeful strides to one of the run-down houses near the edge of the field. He watched his men enter their cabins to meet the blissful arms of their wives and children a few metres away. Then, he stepped in front of the doorway of his.
He stood there, gazing around at the run-down shack, scanning for his family. "Come on, this isn't funny, you two. Come out..." he called softly.
"Father?" came a small reply.
The man's face eased in a relieved smile and he spread his arms wide. A small child emerged from the wreckage, pushing a board away to reveal himself and a woman. The child ran towards him, arms open wide in the same fashion, a wide, jubilant smile on his face.
The man crouched down as the boy ran into his arms. They hugged each other lovingly as the woman watched with tears in her eyes. The man looked up as he heard a yell. He turned away from his son and to his men. "What is it?"
"Watch out, Commander! It's aim-"
Bang.
The soldier fell to the ground along with the child that had been in his arms. His wife screamed and the other soldier gasped with his family. The man began to turn his head the other way and then heard another gunshot. With a sharp pain in the side of his head and squelch, his vision blurred, then was darkened.
The boy's eyes were wide in horror as his father rolled his eyes. He backed away warily as the man's grip on him loosened and scarlet liquid spattered him and his father. He ran back to his mother's horrified arms as the man fell to the ground and cried into the swells of her chest. She hugged him tightly and began to hum softly to comfort him.
The woman watched as a tall, uniformed man appeared in the doorway. Another figure that moved jerkily followed beside him. The man placed his foot on her husband and shot him three more times with his rifle. He turned to the robot and said, "Good work." Then they looked up and at her. She shifted so that her son lay hidden from view.
The uniformed man turned around. "Sir, there's another one here, and it's a lady."
Another man, taller than the uniformed one emerged at his side. Though shadowed, she could see that he wore a hat and cape. He stared at her. "Well, it's not nice to harm a lady, now is it?"
"No, sir," chuckled the uniformed one.
"You men leave me alone. You've taken my husband, what more could you want?" she yelled at them in frustration.
"Nothing much, my good woman. In fact, we're on our way, now." The taller man said as he turned and prepared to stride away. "Shoot her."
"You got it," answered the other one as he raised his gun.
The young boy made a small gasp as he saw something small and black leave the gun, fly through the air, penetrate his mother's head, and land in the wall behind them. More blood, this time from his mother's head poured over him. The two men turned and left as his mother's head slowly began to tilt towards the side. It then carried her whole upper body with it as it came to rest in the boy's lap.
With tiny, yet strong hands, he lifted his mother's head and stared into her wide, lifeless green eyes. Tears welled up in his as he leant forward and let them stain her brown hair. He pried himself out of the small corner and ran out of the cabin, stepping over his father to scowl at the departing men. "Hey! You!"
The tall, caped man turned. "What is it-Oh! Well, hello there, little one. Where did you come from?"
The boy looked in confusion at the man standing before him and then at the man at his feet. They both looked alike, so which one was Father? The boy took a few steps forward, smile widening with each one. He then ran with wide arms towards the man and embraced him.
The tall man stared down in amazement at the brown-haired boy cuddling his legs. He glanced at the man beside him. "Should I dispose of him, sir?" the uniformed man asked.
The tall, blonde-haired man shook his head. "No. Leave him be. We'll take him back to Metropolis with us."
"Metropolis?" the boy repeated as he looked up at the tall man. This time, he could see the man's eyes-they were green. Not blue like his Father's. This wasn't Father-Father was dead and now this strange man was taking him to a place he had never even heard of! What about mother? She was dead, too, and now he was the only one in his family left.
"Mother! Father!"
He awoke with a start. He found himself breathing heavily, almost in a pant as he gazed around the room. He could hear beeping and the soft chatter, sound of wheels and doors opening and closing. He lay in a bed with light blue colours and he wore blue garments of the same shade. As he moved to sit up, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm and fell back down immediately, wincing from the pain.
He could see through only one eye, for the other seemed impossible to open and was covered with something that tightly wrapped around his head. Through his one eye, he saw that both of his arms were bandaged and his left was in a sling wrapped around his neck. There was gauze bandaged to his neck, there were wires attached to his chest and arm. He could feel that his hair was matted and tangled. He could also see a figure to his left, leaning against the wall.
"Take it easy, now. You'll only hurt yourself more if you don't," informed the figure, which was blurred by an intravenous bag with transparent liquid. The voice was vaguely familiar; somewhat low, phlegmatic, yet comforting-like that of a female he once knew.
Slowly and more carefully this time, he sat up and leant forward to get a better look at her. "Mother?" he said quietly.
She wore a knee-length mahogany jacket with belt, collar and full-length sleeves. Underneath that were navy blue shirt and pants over which a series of brown belts lay. One belt, the largest one, was fastened with a golden buckle securely at her waist while two more hung loosely from it. There was one strapped high on her right thigh with a silver buckle, and three on her shin just above the flap of her white boot. One pant leg was tucked inside the black-laced, black-soled boot while the other went to full ankle length.
He then examined her hair-tied high on her head with a blue elastic and it spiked in all directions. Her bangs were like that of his mother's-a crescent moon part in the middle that then made small wisps to cover her ears slightly. She wore round sunglasses, unlike his, which were more square-like. Hers were more wiry. The features were also like those of his mother's, her brown hair of the same shade as him and his mother. If only he could see her eyes...
The girl moved away from the wall and to his bedside. She gazed down at him with an emotionless face through the black of her glasses. "I'm not your mother-I'm a little too young. You've been out cold for weeks...The doctors had said you would be okay, but I highly doubted that, what with your first degree burns, cuts, scrapes, bruises and whatnot. Seems you proved me wrong. So, you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I think so..." he replied, looking away from her.
She raised her head to face the window. "That was a pretty nasty explosion. Took out the whole city, and now hundreds are dead because of it. Many more are critically injured, such as you. But it's a wonder you survived-you were right at the heart of the blast. You got away with relatively minimal injuries, too, Rock."
The blue-eyed boy turned his head rapidly, causing a sharp pain in his neck. Using his left hand, he massaged the area ruefully. "Who are you? How do know my name and so much else about me?"
The girl gave him a sly smirk and took off her glasses. She sat down on his bed, though her head was lowered in the other direction, prohibiting Rock from seeing her face. She continued to smile as she shook with a silent chuckle. "You mean you never noticed me? You've got to spread your eyes, boy."
"What do you mean? Answer me."
She raised her head and looked him directly in the eye. Rock gasped. The emerald green of his mother's eyes lay in them along with her apathetic, yet kind personality. "I've had my eye on you for some time now. Ever since Detective Shunsaku Ban came to Metropolis, I've been watching all the events of this city closely. I observed Kenichi and his uncle, Tima and Dr. Laughton, Duke Red and his Marduks-up until the time the Ziggurat blew up."
(A/N: I know they spell it Malduk, but I don't think that's right for two reasons. One-everyone in Metropolis clearly pronounces it Ma-R-duk, not Ma-L-duk. Two-the Babylonian God's name is Marduk, M-A-R-D-U-K, not Malduk, and I believe that that is where Metropolis got the name from. So, for those reasons, I call them Marduks.)
"You were watching us the whole time? Then why didn't I ever see you?" Rock interrogated.
She lay her arm on the bed, propping herself up with it as she sat and glared at him. "Oh, you probably did, you just didn't recognize me."
Rock scowled at her and glanced at his bandaged, broken right arm. "You still haven't told me of your name."
The girl looked away to the wall. "Yes...a name. I suppose you would like to know the name of your saviour..."
Rock narrowed his eyes. "Could you possibly stop being so elusive? It's getting annoying."
"Yes, of course. Forgive me, Rock. I was the one that found you in the wreckage of the city. If I had left you there without life support systems any longer, you probably wouldn't be here talking to me. And don't worry about Red, I got him out, too."
"Father? You saved my Father?" Rock asked eagerly. He then remembered his real father from his dream and started to scowl again. "What about your name?"
The girl put her sunglasses back on and stood up. "Name's Sanguine." With that, she headed for the door.
"Wait! I want to talk to you more," Rock called. "There are some things I have to ask you."
Without turning she answered, "Later. I'm going to see Duke Red, but I'll be back. We'll discuss your problems then."
Rock sighed and lay back down. He glowered at the ceiling above him. "You don't understand my pain, Sanguine. Maybe if you did, you'd listen to me. Like my mother would," he mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes. Every aspect about her was like his mother, except for this one. "If you loved someone and hollowly as I did, you'd know."