Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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Chapter II

Yzak stared up at his adversary with a look that was a mixture of contempt and exhaustion. The boy in front of him looked about his age with shaved brown hair and blue eyes. He wore gray slacks and a vest with a pair of arm holsters, each containing a pistol. "Who the fuck are you?" asked the stranger. Feeling too weak to fight back, Yzak simply answered, "My name's Yzak."

"You with the Germans?" the boy replied.

"No. They tried to capture me and I got away."

"I see." he said. The boy slung his weapon over his shoulder and reached into his pocket from which he produced a small knife. Yzak was hesitant to let the boy get near him. "Relax, I'm just going to cut the ropes." The sliver-haired boy lessened the tension in his body as the other boy walked around behind him and proceeded to cut his bindings. "Shit, what happened to your arm?"

"What?"

"You're bleeding pretty bad." said Jack. Yzak began looking over his arms, eventually coming across the tiny hole that bled profusely in his left arm.

"Fuck. Shit." he said as he grabbed his arm.

"I'll see what I can do. Anyway, you can relax now. As far as I'm concerned, if you're not the Germans, you're a friend. The name's Jack. Jack Wesson." said the boy in a New York accented voice. Yzak stood up as Jack walked forward into a small kitchen area and began searching the cupboards. "So Yzak, where you from?" The silver-haired said nothing. "....Well?"

"Look, I've answered enough fucking questions today. I want to get some answers myself. First, where the fuck am I?"

Jack turned and shot the Gundam pilot an odd look. "What'ya mean where are you? We're in Brooklyn."

Now the look passed to Yzak. "Brooklyn? You mean as in the New York?"

"Yeah as in the New York. Where the fuck else?"

"But what're the Nazis doing here?" asked Yzak in a genuinely inquisitive tone.

"Don't you keep up on the news? They invaded three months ago."

Now the Gundam pilot had a look of genuine dumbfoundedness on his face. "Man, you really don't know. Here." said Jack, throwing down a newspaper that was now badly yellowed. In big bold letters, the headlines read:

GERMANS INVADE!

Hitler Now Controls East Coast!

Wermacht Pushing West!

American Generals Scramble to Counter

New German Super-Weapons!

Below the headlines was a picture of New York city, and flying above it were a squadron of Ginns, painted gray with large red swastikas on either shoulder. He also noted the date, July 15, 1942. "Apparently, they had these secret, new super robots that....

"Wait a minute," interrupted Yzak. "These are fucking Ginns!" He said in a shouting tone.

"Ginn? What's a Ginn?"

"It's a...look, it's complicated and I don't have time to explain it. I shouldn't even be here."

"Whadya' mean? Where the hell are you supposed to be?"

Yzak turned his back to other boy, running his fingers through his long, platinum hair. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me buddy. After all this, there isn't much I won't believe."

Yzak took in a deep breath. "Alright. Look, I'm from....I'm from the future, about 300 years from now. I don't know how I got here. All I know is that there was some sort of explosion, I blacked out, and somehow ended up here."

Jack looked at Yzak with a look upon his face as if to ask are you fucking serious, but said nothing. He simply let out a sarcastic huff and set the Thompson down on the kitchen counter.

"I'm telling you the truth!" shouted Yzak.

"Look pal, I said I can believe a lot of things, but time travel aint one of them."

"Listen dumb-fuck, the weapons in this picture are called mobile suits. There from the future, and I have one. It crashed out in the forest."

"Really, you've got one them fancy robots?"

"Yes. Well, it's not one of these it's something better. Listen, I can help you, but I need you to help me."

"Really? Well sit down for right now and I'll boil some bandages."

Yzak eased himself into a nearby chair, still tightly grasping his arms as Jack walked over the fireplace and began lighting a fire. He placed a small kettle over the top, filled it with water from a large jug, and then proceeded to tear up some bed-sheets to boil. It was then a pair of men walked through the doorway, one in a pinstriped suit and fedora, the other in white undershirt and gray slacks with suspenders.

"Hey Jack, we told you to watch this place. What the fuck happened to the door?" The pinstriped man said. He then turned and noticed the silver-haired boy sitting in the chair next to him. "Hey, you were the guy running from the Germans back on the road!"

"Vin, calm down." said Jack.

"Well excuse me, but I don't like strangers, even if they were running from the Germans. Who the fuck is this?"

Tired of being talked over, the gundam pilot finally spoke. "My name is Yzak." he said in slightly irritated tone.

"This is Vin and Charley." said Jack as he rung out some of the bandages. "Please, try and forgive Vin's rudeness. He's been a little on edge as of late." he said, walking over to Jule and proceeding to wrap the warm pieces of cloth around his arm. Yzak cringed slightly at the hot, yet relaxing feeling.

"I'm gonna let that pass for right now just cause I'm in a good mood. You gotta hear this Jack. There's one of them German weapons out in the forest, completely abandoned."

"I know. Yzak here says he's the one who owns it."

"Really?" asked Charley.

"Yeah. He also says he's from the future."

"The future?" both men said at the time.

"Look, I don't have time for this. Something is seriously fucked up here. The German's shouldn't be here."

"Whadya' mean they shouldn't be here?" asked Charley

"I know that the Germans never invaded the US," said Yzak as he stood up. "Somehow they got those weapons, and now everything's been changed." Yzak then noticed another newspaper sitting on a tiny reading table next to his chair. The cover picture featured Hitler and a cadre of various important-looking Nazis. Tucked into the corner was another black-clad SS officer, but this time, Yzak was able to recognize the face. "Hang on a sec. I know that is!" he shouted.

"Who?" asked Vin

"His name's Hibiki. Ulen Hibiki!"