Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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Chapter VII

Charley and Yzak stood with their hands held in the air, about ten or twelve SS guards surrounding them. Neither bothered to count. "Remove their weapons." commanded Hibiki. Two guards stepped forward and opened their holsters, removing their P-38's. "Please, won't you come with me to my office?" asked the doctor gingerly. The two said nothing as they began to slowly walk behind Ulen, followed by four guards. They followed him up the stairs onto the catwalk, and into the large room filled with working scientists. They walked past all the working men in lab-coats and through the large steel door that led to Hibiki's office. Ulen walked to his desk and sat down, then motioned for the guards to leave the room. The prisoners watched as the SS-men closed the steel door, then turned back to their captor.

"Are you sure it's wise to leave us alone with you?" asked Charley sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm not worried. I know you won't kill me. At least not until I've explained everything to you."

"Fair enough." said Charley, looking over at his silver-haired comrade. The Gundam pilot huffed and leaned up against a wall. He fixed a dead serious stare on the doctor while Charley pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards in a straddle position.

"Well," said Ulen as he pointed to Charley. "Most of what I'm going to say won't make much sense to you, so please bear with me. As you can see, Mr. Jule is anxious to learn. Charley rolled his eyes slightly.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned in the past few days."

"We'll see if you can keep up." replied Hibiki. "Well, let's start from the beginning. I'm sure you're wondering how I'm alive and well in this era of time. Well, to start with, the so-called disaster at my lab was with the ultimate coordinator, that was my doing."

"Your doing?" asked Yzak inquisitively.

"Yes. You see, I destroyed my lab so as to continue work with research."

"And what research would that be."

"My studies in temporal physics. You see, my genetics research program was nothing more than a front for it."

"Temporal physics?"

"The study of time and the forces that affect it. My genetics program served as a valuable façade for my studies in the field. It got the money and support I needed to continue work on my project. However, as racial tensions between coordinators and naturals escalated, more and more came to be expected from my false research, and my façade began to interfere with my project. And so, I destroyed my own lab, stole the funding I needed, and continued my work in secret."

"Pardon my rudeness, but, this project you speak of. What the fuck is that exactly?" interjected Charley.

Ulen stood up and placed his hands behind his back.

"Time travel."

Suddenly, Yzak and Charley's eyes began to widen.

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Jack placed a round drum clip into the magazine catch of his Thompson. Miko was sitting on the cot next to him, tapping her foot impatiently. She held in her hands a colt .45, the slide retracted and the magazine sitting in her lap. They and eight other resistance fighters were in the underground below Leehan's Café, preparing for what they had come to believe was an inevitable assault on the well-guarded German facility. Jack maneuvered his way through the various people and sat on the cot next to her. He licked his lips and let out a breath. "Listen. I..."

"You don't have to say anything Jack. I know you're not the emotional type. I'll be just fine."

"It's not that, it's just...look, you guys have really been the only family I've ever had since..." he began to choke. "since the SS came to my house." He turned and looked at Miko. "I don't think I can promise that I'll bring Charley back alive, but I will promise that I will fight like a fucking wolverine if that's what it takes to stop the Germans." The two smiled at each other before being approached by Vin.

"The trucks are ready. Hey Miko, you gonna' be alright?" he asked out of genuine concern.

"I'm fine. I'll be alright." The towering resistance fighter smiled as he followed his ten other comrades in arms out of the secret basement, down a narrow stretch of tunnel, and up into a large garage, inside of which were two ford trucks. "Well, I suppose now we just wait for the call." said Vin.

"I suppose so." replied Jack.

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Hibiki's office was silent as Yzak and Charley stared at him, their eyes wide and mouths almost agape. Hibiki wore a strange smile on his face. "Time travel?" said Yzak weakly. "You tried to create a time-machine?"

"I didn't try. I did create a time-machine."

"What?"

"Yes. While attention was distracted by the conflict, I set up my new lab in secret near the ruins of Junius 7. There, my scientists and I continued our work. Towards the end of your petty little war, we were completing our temporal distortion generator. Unfortunately, there was a battle that took place near there, and the lab was destroyed in an explosion. Luckily, the generator had already been activated, so we weren't killed, but the explosion caused the release of a huge amount temporal energy. Anything caught in the blast was hurtled back in time randomly." Ulen paused to let it all sink in. "You don't seem surprised Mr. Jule."

"Well, I'm here aren't I? I suppose I'll have to believe your story. But now answer me this. Why are you helping the Germans? Why do they have Ginns?"

"As I said, we we're hurtled back in time randomly. Because of our close proximity to each other, me and most of my men were sent back to 1935, and we happen to land in Berlin. After a few days, we realized what had happened, and we felt it may be impossible to ever get back to our own time. But when we found a Ginn, we came up with a plan."

"You gave it to the Germans."

"In exchange for the resources we needed. Given the limitations of twentieth century technology, it took much more time to construct the generator, but knowing that Germany was also the most advanced scientific nation at the time, we knew it was entirely possible."

"So you gave the Ginn to Hitler. He built more of them, and he easily conquered Europe and the parts of the U.S.

"You're very perceptive. England was the first to fall, then the Soviet Union, then of course the eastern United States."

"But if that's what happened, then what do you have to return to? You've done nothing but ensure total victory for the Third Reich for the next God knows how long!" shouted Yzak.

"Don't be naïve. Of course I realize the implications of helping Hitler, but you must understand he is not my ally. He and the Nazis are merely a means to an end. Once my work here is done, I will of course reverse the damage I've done."

"But what do you gain from this? What purpose will this time machine serve?"

"I see that you also lack the ability of foresight. Can't you see the great benefits that could come from careful manipulation of history? The mistakes of the past can be fixed. We could stop Hitler from ever coming to power entirely."

"But what do YOU gain from this is what I want to know. Obviously, you want to reap the benefits." Yzak turned his back to the doctor.

"It is true that I wish to install myself to a powerful position, but at least I'm willing to admit my intentions. Besides, I see it as only being for the benefit of mankind. Not only that, but I can finally fix my greatest mistake of all, my so-called ultimate coordinator."

Kira! Thought Yzak.

"You know, we don't have to be enemies. I may have use for you in my new world order. But your friend here, I'm afraid he's been nothing but a nuisance." Hibiki opened a desk drawer and reached his hand into it, producing from it a Luger with a silencer screwed onto the barrel. He then pointed it at Charley, who had now stood up, and pulled the trigger. The flash immediately caught Yzak's attention, who snapped his head in the direction of his comrade. He saw Charley staggering back, grasping his lower chest which was now bleeding profusely. He tried to stand but couldn't find the strength and ultimately fell backwards against the wall, slowly sliding down it. The gundam pilot rushed over to his fallen comrade and placed his hand by the side of his head. "Charley! Oh shit, oh fuck. Listen, you're going to be fine."

"No I'm not," he gurgled out. "I'm gonna' die, and we both know it."

"No. No, you're gonna live, just..."

"Shut. I'm not gonna' live, and that's why you gotta promise me this."

"Anything." said Yzak as he pulled Charley closer and embraced him.

"Put things back the way they should be. If you want to save me, fix history." Yzak said nothing as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I want my neighborhood back, Yzak." Slowly, Charley's breathing became more and more scarce, and eventually, it stopped.

Yzak hugged the dead man harder, and began to sob. Hibiki, pressed a small button on the intercom on his desk. Yzak turned his head back to Ulen who now held the gun on him. "I'm leaving here in three hours. I suggest that you think things over very carefully in that time." The four guards walked in. "Take him away." One of the guards walked up behind the silver-haired boy and brought the butt of his rifle down onto his head. Suddenly, everything turned black for Yzak.

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Dearka had been lying fast asleep until rustling of the keys from the guard outside. The door opened and two guards walked in, each holding one Yzak's arms. They callously threw him to the ground and then turned and walked out. Dearka waited until he knew the door was locked to try and talk to his friend. He reached over and began to shake the unconscious body back and forth to try and provoke a reaction. "Yzak? Yzak? Are you alright." The blonde turned his friend over onto his stomach, and noticed the blood seeping out from underneath his silver hair. "Fuck. Fuck. C'mon buddy, wake up." He began to move his hand down his body until he stopped on top of one of the tunic pockets. There was a tiny, rectangular shaped lump formed inside the pocket. Dearka opened the flap and reached his hand inside, fumbled around for a few second, then removed the object. To his great delight, he saw himself holding a communicator. The tanned boy turned his head upwards and blew a kiss, forgetting for just a second about the condition of his friend. "Oh, thank you." he said. He then flipped open the communicator, pressed in a small red button and began to speak very quietly. "Hello," he whispered. "Hello, is there anyone there." A few seconds passed before he got a response.

"Hello? Charley is that you?"

"No, my name's Dearka."

"Dearka? Aren't you Yzak's friend?"

"Yes, yes. That's me."

"Well shit, what's happening in there?"

"Whadya' mean what's happening?"

"Listen, Yzak and a friend of ours said they were coming to try and get you out of there. What's going on now?"

"Well, if Yzak said he'd get me out of here, he certainly failed. He's being held prisoner with me."

The communicator went silent. On the other end of the line, Jack stood with a blank expression on his face. "Alright, listen Dearka. We're coming to get you. Just hold on for a little while longer." There was no response as Jack flipped the communicator closed and stuffed it in his vest pocket. He hopped onto the back of one of the trucks, and then turned to face his fellow resistance members. "Alright, the rescue operation is fucked. Our guys have been captured by the Germans, and we need to go help them. Everybody knows what to do?" The others all nodded their heads. "Then let's do this."