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Culmination	By : Croik Category: +G through L > Guilty Gear Views: 2645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Guilty Gear, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Guilty
Gear, its characters and settings are property of Sammy Studios, and are being
used in this fanfiction without permission.
This fic is rated R for violence and sexual content, and it contains
yaoi material.

As
this takes place after GGX2, I�m picking and choosing the endings that
apply. Such as:

Ky
did speak to Sol.
Slayer
was not sealed by Venom.
Bridget
met Potemkin, and is now with the Jellyfish Pirates.
Dizzy
defeated I-no, and was saved by Sol from losing control of her powers (her
ending 2)

Culmination
Prologue

By
now the rain was coming down in thick torrents, invisible against the black of
night and heavy. Every once in a while
a flash of white lightning would split the air and draw shapes into form, intelligible only by the brief, dazzling outlines
reflected by the water. For those slight instances, the
landscape was bright, and inexplicably beautiful. Splashed in iridescence, the shattered rock and splintered wood
had not looked so alive in years.

Testament
wasn�t used to rain like this. Further
north it came slowly, with clouds that drifted languidly between horizons for
days spilling cool drizzle, sometimes warm showers. But here--somewhere in the cuff of Italy, he assumed--the storm
had come suddenly with little warning.
In a matter of moments the gentle coastline seemed to sway with each
gust of wind across the sea, pulling old stones from their rest and drawing
waves high over the old structures that had once held them. He had even considered taking shelter. But with the storm at its peak Testament
found himself settled beneath the corroding marble of an old statue. In his haste he hadn�t been able to identify the figure,
save that it was barely enough to keep the rain from him. His hair was soaked, sticking to his neck
and jaw so that he could taste it at the corner of his mouth. Worse was the leather clinging to his
thighs, parting in just the right places to spread the cool chill up and down
his limbs. Every once in a while the
wind picked up enough to throw droplets into his face; he would tilt his
head back, letting them slide through his hair, over the bridge of his nose and
down his throat.

A mere two weeks had passed, and yet Testament found the cold,
restless pit creeping into his stomach once more. Before, when the answer came to him, it seemed like a simple
solution; he�d wanted to see Dizzy.
Just to know that she was all right, to make sure she wasn�t being
mistreated. Now it would be just as
simple to find her again, and yet he was somehow hesitant to do so. He had let her go, was supposed to have
turned his back and left her to her own life. At the
time it had seemed a perfectly natural decision, and even now he did not regret
it. There were only times like these
when his insides felt hollow, something deep behind his ribs aching. It was a need that was as tangible as it was fierce.

Thunder
echoed overhead, and Testament lifted his head slightly, shaking it so the rain
slapped against his cheeks and neck. It
didn�t help him feel any dryer. He was finally
considering searching out a new resting place when another clap resounded, this
one far closer than the last, and this time accompanied by a flare of brilliant
orange light. Testament gasped quietly
as the once prosperous port town was bathed in reflections of bright fire. He couldn�t help but imagine if that was
what the city must have looked like as it died,
glistening like a burning jewel against the night.

A
moment later the Gear reclaimed his senses; the light
died, leaving him without sight once again, but he could clearly detect a foul
odor on the wind. That had been some
explosion just now, and it was close. A
little surprised that he�d not been able to sense the approach of a battle
sooner, Testament pushed wearily to his feet.
He was not interested in fighting anything in this weather, but he
wasn�t sure he could sit idly by, either.
If anything, it might be worth it to see who the parties were.

As
soon as Testament stepped out fully from under the shelter of bronze he was
soaked through all over again. The
first few steps brought him to a deep puddle that splashed cold water up
unpleasantly against his bare calves.
He almost gave up his curiosity right then, but then his ears caught on
the clanging resonation of steel�blades meeting. Scowling slightly he trudged through the miniature rivers that
had formed around his unintended pedestal, toward the origin of the explosion.

It
didn�t take long; Testament had barely traveled more than a minute when the
sound of heavy footsteps pounded toward him.
He could still barely see, however, and he stepped carefully aside as he
peered down the empty, broken street.
When the figures flashed by they were running at top speed, like wraiths
streaking through the falling curtains, splashing more cold filth against his
uncovered flesh. There were more than
he had anticipated. As they stampeded
past he caught only a glimpse of burning neon against metal, the smell of electricity
and wet iron and blood. It was familiar
somehow, but he didn�t know why until the mass drew to a sudden halt. The sting of clanging swords resumed, and in
the tiny sparks borne from the metal he could just barely make out a
recognizable uniform in the fray. He
stared in confusion. �Ky�?�

One
of the whirling figures turned, and Testament caught only a glimpse of gleaming
yellow before a blade streaked, severing the head from its body. Testament started when the sound of it
hitting the pavement was the sharp thud of metal. They were robots�dozens of them, moving in a swarm. But there was a human voice among them,
gasping, and it only took a moment for Testament to identity that as well. Their gazes met once amidst the lightning,
and there was something fierce in the man�s eyes, like worn desperation. Like a warning as he lifted Thunderseal, its
surface beginning to glow.

Testament
gasped quietly, realizing what he was up to too late. �Ky�� But when he
remembered the rain water sloshing at his ankles he had no choice but to
retreat. His limbs were sluggish from
having sat motionless for so long, and yet one powerful leap took him high into
the air, away from the struggle. He had
just felt the balls of his feet touch a solid stone archway when the scene
below him erupted. Everything seemed to
explode at once; he felt the heat from the electricity as it blazed among the
robots, carried by the rain, raising ear-splitting, artificial cries that were
nearly lost in the hum of trembling metal.
The light was blinding. The
robots collapsed in groups, some writhing madly before dropping to the street,
some shattering into shrapnel. A few
pieces seared Testament�s arms as he protected his face.

And
just as suddenly as it had begun, the white lightning ceased. Whatever robots had been left standing
dropped in sickening heaps as the rain hissed against their burning
surfaces. Testament waited until he was
sure it was safe before dropping to the road once more, stepping cautiously
through the fallen toward the one form that smelled of blood instead of
oil. It might have been only morbid
curiosity that drove him to the man�s side, and he dropped lightly to his knees
beside the body, sensing the unnatural heat emanating from it. He placed his hand carefully against the
man�s curved spine but there was no movement, not even a stirring of breath.

There
was a whirl of gears behind him, and Testament turned sharply just as another
bolt of lightning struck in the distance.
For that moment his gaze fell on the face of a man�a face of skin, with
deep-set eyes he could barely make out.
He curled his fists, preparing to summon his staff, but when the sky was
lit again the figure had vanished into the rain.
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