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contains yaoi material.

Culmination
Chapter 12

It wasn�t until after lunch that Ky
finally managed to get Johnny away from the children and convince him that they
needed to discuss what had taken place in Rome.
He agreed, and they met with Testament in one of the House�s former
offices around a round table. Johnny
even shed his glasses and hat to show he was being serious as he related all
that Baiken and Anji had
shared. Ky went
next, telling him how they had met the cloaked stranger and what he�d
said. Testament confirmed that he
recognized the man. Johnny admitted that
he hadn�t heard anything about Sol being in Rome, but that it was possible, if
Bridget had heard it from Anji.

And then the trio paused, staring down at folded hands as they fit
the pieces together in their minds. It
was Ky who spoke first. Though in the past it had been Johnny who
took over all their discussions and decisions, this time he was determined to
be heard.

�The Bureau is collecting people who can use Ki
magic,� Ky summarized, watching his own interlaced
fingers. �And Japanese. If The Ninth is any indication, they have
found a way to utilize that magic without being of Japanese descent. We still don�t know exactly what they want
this power for, except that it is powerful, and may possibly be used to
fight Gears. Maybe even the creator of
the Gears himself�if he is even still alive.�

�Anji claims he is,� Johnny said,
leaning back in his chair. �I believe he
was telling the truth�though there�s no way to know if Anji
himself was being lied to. He seems
gullible like that.�

Ky nodded thoughtfully.
�For now, we can only assume it�s true.
Which may mean�he�s a Gear himself, or otherwise not human.� The thought sent a shudder through him,
though it was somewhat easier to accept; it made more sense that it was a
non-human who had condemned humanity to genocide. �Whatever the case, he may be working on his
own new weapons as well.

�There�s also the issue of the robots,� Ky
continued. He glanced up, noticing with
a slight frown that Testament�s head was turned away. He went on regardless. �They�re being produced at an alarming rate,
and that has to come to a stop.
Regardless of whether or not they intend to overrun the Global Police
with them, they are a threat to order.
It�s not hard to believe that with a large enough army of them they
could take over.� His eyes
narrowed. �And he said: �I am the new
Order.� That, and the fact that they are
all dressed in the uniform of the Holy Order, strongly indicates this is their
intent.�

Johnny smirked slightly.
�So you believe me, now?�

�The evidence is such that I cannot do otherwise.�

The pirate chuckled, shaking his head. �Well all right then.�

�The thing that puzzles me is that there seem to be two agendas
going on�their hunt for Ki and the creation of the
robots.� Ky rested
his chin on the back of his palm. �Not
to say they can�t have many goals�it seems odd, that both projects seem to be
run by the same man, the same robots.�

�Unless it�s actually the same goal.�

Ky and Johnny both glanced up, drawn by Testament�s sudden
return to the conversation. The Gear was
still staring blindly toward the window, his arms
folded and face blank. �What do you
mean?� Johnny asked, somewhat carefully.

�What if they�re trying to combine the two projects?� Testament turned back at last, his eyes
jumping to Ky. �Robots and Ki.�

�You mean�robots that can use Ki?� Ky surmised, leaning back a little with alarm.

�That�s impossible,� Johnny protested. �Ki doesn�t work
like that. It�s a focus of a person�s
natural energy�human thought and feeling.
There�s no way a robot can use power like that.�

Ky and Testament both looked to him, and he cringed a
little. �I guess�I do know more about Ki than I was letting on before.�

Ky snorted quietly, though he was at least somewhat
vindicated by the admission. �Is there
anything else you�ll tell us?�

�You don�t have to say it like that�.� Johnny scratched the back of his head, though
in truth he was taking this just as seriously as them. His expression hardened a moment later as
testimony to that. �Look, I don�t know
all that much. Just�Ki
is damn powerful. You were right about
one thing, Ky�I know exactly what Ki-using
Japanese are capable of.� He brushed a
hand over his chest, probably thoughtlessly, and Ky
had the sudden impression that he was remembering the touch of old scars. �And if that crazy bastard has figured out a
way to use it, it won�t be good.�

�But you�re sure a machine could never use Ki.�

�It�s impossible�robots don�t have a soul to create Ki from.�

Testament sighed quietly.
�You�re forgetting one thing.�

�And what�s that?�

�That they�ve already done it.�
Testament�s gaze turned again on Ky, and the
officer straightened beneath the firm stare.
�Do you remember?�

�His arm�.� Ky gasped quietly as he realized what Testament was hinting
at. That night in the alley�the
resonance of metal when he should have severed flesh and bone. His eyes widened as he at last began to
understand. �He was a robot.�

Johnny blinked between them in confusion. �What?
What is it?�

�The Ninth isn�t human anymore,� Testament confirmed, his voice
dropping bitterly. �Not since before I
knew him. He is, in a sense, a robot.�

Ky licked his lips.
Though he hated to ask when he could already see the strain in
Testament�s features, he had no choice.
�Maybe it�s time,� he said evenly, �for that explanation you promised
me.�

Testament nodded vaguely, clearly not at all thrilled with the
idea. �I�met him during the Crusades,�
he began distantly. His eyes were
glazed, as if seeing the memories as he spoke them. �He was still working for the Bureau back
then, but at the time they were only interested in developing anti-Gear
weapons�as far as I knew. I was told he
was The Ninth, of fifteen. He couldn�t
use Ki then, but he didn�t need to; he�d undergone
some ritual connected to the Forbidden Magics.�

�Forbidden Magics?� Johnny repeated,
startled. �Like�.� He frowned deeply. �Like with the Assassin�s Guild?�

�It seems that way,� Testament replied. �I don�t understand it well myself, but from
what I gathered many of his bones and internal organs were replaced�or
converted somehow�into robotics. His
bones can�t be broken and his strength and endurance is a match for a Gear. He can also heal very quickly, and sometimes
even channel electricity as a form of lightning magic. Which is, I�m sure Ky will agree, extraordinary in itself.�

Ky nodded, lost in thought for a moment as he considered this
new development. To think that magic and
machinery could be mixed in such a way�.
�So, you�ve fought him.�

�Several times.�
Testament�s voice tipped strangely.
�I don�t know how to defeat him, if that�s what you want to ask. All I was ever able to do was last long
enough.�

�I see.� Ky wasn�t sure what that meant,
but there seemed little point in pressing that issue. �You also said,� he went on carefully,
mindful of Testament�s discomfort, �that he should have been dead by now.�

Testament�s eyes thinned slightly.
�He should. Unless
there�s some link between the Forbidden Magics and
longevity. It was over fifty
years ago that I met him.�

�That long?� Johnny echoed Ky�s
own surprise. Though he had known
Testament, as a Gear, was capable of living for more than five times that
number of years, it was somewhat boggling to imagine he could possibly be that
old. Especially considering his
unblemished skin and thick, still pitch black hair.

�Yes. About
that time, in any case.�

�I see,� Ky
murmured again, suddenly distracted. He
tried to pull his full attention back to the matters at hand. �It�s not that hard to believe that if he is
a capable magic user, his lifespan has been somehow lengthened. It probably won�t make a difference for
tracking and facing him, other than it means he must have that much more battle
experience. What�s more important is his
objective: quite possibly the creation of robots that can use Ki.�

Ky paused, then,
his eyes flickering wide as a sudden realization came to him�the thought of
which lightening his cheeks several pale shades. He looked to Testament, who seemed to have
come up with the answer already himself.
The Gear nodded grimly.

�Or,� Ky spoke
for both of them, �making robots from people who can already use Ki�.�

�What?� Johnny glanced
between them in shock. �You�re kidding,
right? That�s�.� He shook his head fiercely. �That�s ridiculous!�

�They�re already trying to apprehend Japanese and people who can
use Ki,� Testament spoke quietly. �The Ninth himself knows how to perform the
ritual to create robotic humans through magic, as he has used it on
himself. But the Forbidden Magics are difficult to control, especially if your host is
not willing�he may even be hunting Millia Rage to
better study her experience with it.�

�I�m a hindrance to their plan of takeover, and they want Johnny
killed because he already has a lot of knowledge about Ki,�
Ky filled in the rest. �If they were to capture and control powerful
Ki users�an army like that would�.� He shuddered at the images his mind produced,
and he shook himself to try and rid them from him. �It is monstrous. Someone like Baiken
is a deadly opponent as it is�if she were to be changed into some kind of
mechanical weapon��

�Damnit, that�s right�Baiken and Anji.� Johnny pushed
urgently to his feet. �They�re still in
Rome. If that bastard�s still there, he
could call reinforcements�they have no idea what they�re up against!�

�Do you have any way of contacting them?� Ky asked with concern.

�I�damnit, I don�t.� Johnny
slumped back into his chair again. �I
told Baiken to contact us, but not for a while. Unless we went back to Rome and looked,
there�s no way we could get to her. Damnit.� He smacked
his fist against the table, startling his two companions. �What if we�re too late already?�

�There�s not much we can do about it now,� Testament said shortly,
standing slowly from his chair. �This is
still speculation, and it won�t do us any good if we can�t find where they
are.�

Ky nodded
gravely. �There must be a factory, or a
laboratory somewhere. Someplace that
would require huge amounts of raw materials and power, not to mention Zeppian technology.�

�Which means there�s no point in worrying too much on it until
we�ve been to Zepp and investigated there,� Testament
finished. He turned suddenly to head for
the door.

Ky twisted in his chair
to watch him. �Where are you going?�

�Out.
There�s no point just speculating�we�ll have to wait until we see it for
ourselves.� And before either of the two
men could stop him, he had left.

Ky frowned,
watching the closed door for a moment before turning back to Johnny. �I suppose�it must be a strain on him,� he
said thoughtfully, feeling inexplicably guilty for having forced Testament to
discuss his memories so openly. And to
think that earlier that morning he had seemed so content, eating breakfast with
the children�.

�He�s not the only one,� Johnny retorted, scrubbing at his
face. There was silence, and then the
pirate sighed, meeting Ky�s
eyes. �What about Sol?� he asked
seriously. �You don�t really think he
knows anything about all this, do you?�

�I�.� Ky�s gaze faltered, flicking once more to the
table. �I don�t know,� he
confessed. �There�s no telling how much
he�s been able to figure out on his own, or if he even cares. There�s no predicting that man.�

�Yeah, no kidding.�
Johnny stood, retrieving his glasses and hat as he followed Testament�s
path to the door. He patted Ky�s shoulder as he passed. �There�s nothing we can do about it just yet,
in any case. Might as well get your
strength back�it won�t be easy getting information from Zepp. We can�t just stroll in like we did in Rome.�

�Yes, you�re right.� Zepp was, after all, a country independent of the United
Nations. It required a special, approved
visa to get in, and even then they couldn�t get the information they needed
just by walking around, chatting with whomever they came across. They would need to be organized and specific.

But all this consideration was starting to make Ky�s head spin, and with a sigh he
followed Johnny outside the office.
Immediately he felt as if he could breathe a little easier, as they
passed an open window and the smell of the sea floated along. Ky
took a moment to appreciate it. �We�ll
talk again later,� he assured Johnny just before they parted ways. �About how to best deal
with it.�

�Yeah.
Take it easy until then.� They
separated, Johnny to check on the children, Ky to return to Mayship
on an errand of his own.

*****

After their discussion in the office, Testament found himself
wandering the grounds surrounding the House.
The children were out and about as usual, frolicking in the warm weather
and chasing white-caps along the ocean shoreline. For once, their tireless play did nothing to
calm him. They were innocent and
beautiful, and when he remembered the content of his recent conversation, in
his mind he saw them all with the Ninth�s cold, dark eyes, his soulless
malice. It made him shudder terribly,
and after a few minutes he retreated back towards the House.

He didn�t want to remember.
But it was getting harder, as the day wore on, to escape the groups of
running, laughing children. He turned
down several invitations to play in favor of seeking solitude within the
House�s inner rooms. He tried to sleep,
hoping to make up for all he�d missed the night before, but whenever his
eyelids sealed he could only see flashing steal and magic. Could feel the dozens of
human bodies shifting in a darkened night, their breath resounding in a low,
monotonous hiss that seemed to sink into his pores. These humans�so many of them, running about,
careless and ignorant, hanging off his arms and tugging him along�. With the memories of his past so clear in his
present mind, their scent was almost suffocating, and as afternoon passed into
evening, he found himself withdrawing from any that tried to approach him.

He wanted to find Ky. Even if Ky were one
of them�one of the human�s he had been taught to hate�Testament knew that he,
at least, would understand this lingering instinct that had suddenly returned
to plague him. After everything they had
agreed upon and shared, those wide blue eyes would not condemn him. When he couldn�t find the man, he was forced
to go to the one person who seemed to have their nose in everything.

�Ky?�
Bridget glanced up from where he was playing cards with some of the
other boys. �You�re looking for him?�

�Yes�.� Testament glanced
among the gathered youths; four boys in their teens, each of them watching him
with mixed expressions of curiosity, indifference, and apprehension. The boy on Bridget�s right, in particular,
was barely blinking as he studied the intruding Gear. Foolish as it seemed, the close scrutiny made
something at the back of Testament�s mind tighten defensively.

�I think he went up to town,� Bridget reported, drawing a card
from the pile and studying it. He
slipped it into his hand. �Something
about doing some work. Didn�t say what, though.�

Testament�s eyes thinned; the thought of entering a city with even
more people quickly put a stop to any thoughts he might had held to follow him. �I see.
Thank you.� He turned to leave.

�Are you going?� Bridget asked curiously, twisting so he could see
Testament more clearly. �We could use
another player.�

The boy on his right snorted disdainfully, and without really
thinking Testament�s gaze snapped to him.
There must have been something in his face he didn�t realize, as the
boy�and the others as well�leaned back a little, as if suddenly
frightened. He�hadn�t intended
that. He hadn�t come here to intimidate
anyone, and their nervous faces rose a strange sense
of dread in him.

�Testament?� Bridget said when he didn�t reply.

�No,� Testament said a little too quickly. �No, I don�t think so. But�thank you.� He turned, striding swiftly away from the
group.

The boys sighed, relaxing as they returned their attention to the
game. �Creepy,� one of
the muttered. �And you actually
like that guy, Bridget?�

�He�s not a bad guy,� Bridget protested, swinging his gaze away
from Testament�s retreating figure.
�He�s just�stressed. Or something.�

�Whatever. You still have
to discard.�

�Oh�yeah.�
Still frowning, Bridget set down one of his cards, though by then his
thoughts were far from the game being played.

*****

Ky himself didn�t
return from his own business until everyone had seated for dinner. He sat with Bridget this time, enjoying the
company of some of the older children.
Many complaints were made as to his disappearance that afternoon, and
after much fuss over the matter he agreed to show them why. After a quick meal they followed him to one
of the House�s empty rooms, where he had stashed the object of his attention
that day to keep the younger children from stumbling upon it.

�What is it?� Bridget chirped as he retrieved the cloth-wrapped
bundle. �I wanna see!�

�You will, you will,� Ky
assured. �But don�t tell Johnny I�m
showing you all this�I�m not sure if he�d approve.� That being said he finally revealed to them
his work: his long-missed sword, Thunderseal, bearing
new colors. Rather than the blue and
white it was known for, the blade had been colored deep red, the hilt
black. It gave the renowned weapon an
almost sinister appearance.

�O~h,� Bridget and the others marveled,
especially the boys.

�I�m not sure I like it,� Ky
admitted, cradling the sword carefully in both hands. This sword had been his companion longer than
most people. Hopefully, he wouldn�t have
too much difficulty reverting the color back
later. �But if I�m going to continue
moving about in disguise, I thought my sword might as well match.�

His audience nodded in agreement, and soon after were each begging
for their turn to carry the weapon. Ky objected for as long as he
could, but in the end could see no harm it letting each hold it at least
once�under his strict supervision. He
realized at some point that he was judging each boy who took it up, watching
their stance and grip, the ease to which they were able to handle the weighted
blade. It reminded him of how long it
had been since he�d been required to train young soldiers, and though the
memories of such days were bittersweet, he couldn�t help but smile.

When one of them spotted Dizzy coming
down the hall Ky quickly bound the sword once more,
against many protests, and hid it away.
He would have to remind himself to hide it in another room at the first
opportunity in case one of the too-eager boys came looking for it later. For now, he faced Dizzy, trying to look
innocent as Bridget giggled at his side.

He didn�t have to worry about Dizzy seeing through him, however;
her face bore a look of distracted concern. �Ky. You haven�t seen Testament lately, have you?�

�Testament?� Ky
echoed, frowning thoughtfully. When he
thought back, he realized they hadn�t spoken a word to each other since leaving
the office at different times. �No, I
haven�t. Is something wrong?�

�Just that no one�s seen him all afternoon,� Dizzy admitted
quietly. �I�m a little worried. He didn�t even come to dinner�.�

�I see.� Ky frowned, and though he knew
there was no reason for alarm he couldn�t help but feel some apprehension after
the way Testament had been behaving earlier.
�I�m sure he�s fine,� he assured Dizzy in the meanwhile. He turned to Bridget. �Why don�t you all go down to the lobby?� he
suggested lightly. �I�ll be down in a
while, and maybe I�ll demonstrate some police moves for you.�

He was certain that Bridget could see right through his blatant
distraction, but thankfully the boy played along. �Sure!
Come on, guys.� Though the others
were reluctant, in the end Bridget won them over. As soon as they were gone, Ky turned back to Dizzy.

�I�m sure he�s fine,� he told her gently. �There was a lot we talked about today, and
he probably just needed some time to think it over. But if you�re worried I can go find him, and
see if he needs anything.�

Dizzy sighed quietly in relief.
�Thank you, Ky.�

Ky nodded, and
after a stealthy relocation of his modified Thunderseal
he ventured outside in search of the missing Gear. By now the children had gone inside, as the
temperature was falling somewhat rapidly, allowing him quiet in his
search. As expected, it didn�t take long
for him to discover the Gear: Testament was standing alone on the shore, his
hair flittering about in the gentle breeze as waves rose just short of his bare
feet. His arm was outstretched, and as Ky drew gradually closer he was a
little startled to see Rael perched there. She was preening her feathers
meticulously. Just when Ky was about to call out to the
pair the bird spotted him, and with a sharp squawk she took to the air and
seemed to vanish in the lengthening shadows.

�Sorry,� Ky
offered as he came up on Testament�s right side. �I didn�t mean to scare her away.�

Testament stared straight ahead as he lowered his arm once
more. �It�s fine. She had already finished telling me, anyway.�

�Telling you?� Ky
echoed curiously.

�That night in Rome, I had her follow the Ninth when he tried to
escape,� Testament explained, to the officer�s surprise. �But apparently she was spotted, and he was
able to destroy her body at the time.
She wasn�t with him long enough to learn anything.�

�I see. You should have
told us.�

�I would have, if she�d discovered anything.�

A short silence followed, and Ky frowned to himself as he watched Testament�s blank
profile. He couldn�t tell at all what
the Gear might have been thinking,; Dizzy�s worries might have been founded after all. �Are you all right?� he asked carefully. �They say you were missing all day.�

�So were you,� Testament replied evasively.

�I was working on Thunderseal,� Ky replied, wondering vaguely if
Testament might have been looking for him.
�What were you up to?�

The Gear blinked slowly. �Just a walk.�

Ky�s frown
deepened. Though he couldn�t claim to be
well versed in Testament�s thoughts and mannerisms, this quiet indifference was
starting to concern him. When they
arrived here in Sardinia, Testament had been charmed by all the children, the
activity; he didn�t understand why he would have purposefully avoided everyone
all day. Or�maybe he did.

�It�s him, isn�t it,� Ky
said softly.

Testament sighed. �Yes,� he
confessed. �It is.�

Ky nodded vaguely,
trying to decide how to best proceed. He
didn�t want to upset Testament any more than he already seemed, but he wasn�t
sure he could leave him alone with his thoughts, either. If anything, Testament deserved all the care
and attention he had given Ky
nights before on Mayship.

�Testament.�
Though he was unsure himself if he was up to this kind of reassurance,
he had to try. Hesitantly he reached out
to touch the back of Testament�s hand; the Gear flinched a little, but didn�t
try to pull away. �Can you tell me
what�s on your mind?� Ky
asked gently.

Testament was still for a long time, allowing the liquid hiss of
the sea to filter between them, and just when Ky was about to speak again he lifted his left
hand. There was a brief, quiet hum,
followed by a soft glow of red light across Testament�s palm. Ky
stared, trying to comprehend what Testament was showing him. He was so intently watching the streak of
bright crimson that he didn�t realize until a moment later that there were
similar markings covering Testament�s face and crawling down his neck to the
collar of his shirt. They looked like
lines, some jagged and some smooth, not very dissimilar to the ribbons of magic
that had formed Testament�s spell when he defected the Ninth�s Ki attack in Rome.

�Testament�?� Ky was tempted to touch the red
mark, but he hesitated, something cold sliding into his stomach.

�They�re scars,� Testament explained quietly, and Ky�s eyes widened in alarm. �They cover my entire body. But they�re not like normal scars�they�re
like seams of magic, and I�m able to keep them concealed with a simple
spell. I�ve had them ever since I was
reborn as a Gear.�

�Reborn�?�

Testament lowered his hand and nodded, allowing the eerie light to
fade. Ky was at a loss for words. He could only stare at the Gear at his side,
stunned and confused. And
guilty. When he realized the
meaning carried by Testament�s words it took most of his strength not to retreat
a step. �You�.� His chest ached mysteriously. �You used to be human�?�

Testament closed his eyes briefly, and when they opened again they
slid, glowing dull crimson, to Ky�s. �Will you listen?� he asked softly, as the
sun began to disappear behind undulating ocean to the west. �I want to tell you what happened to me.�
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