⌝ Nemesis ⌟

1 || Mirai's Ramble

Many years ago, I was a girl of glory. On top of the game, I was the top mech racer in the entire country. I was the athlete everyone aspired to be like, with perfect control and bond with my mecha, and about as much charisma as anyone could ask for out of a celebrity. I used to be perfect.

But an accident can change it all. One slight slip, one wrong movement - I was removed from my position quicker than I could think. Explosions, crashing, booing: the sounds I heard during my descent from glory hardly helped me in my recovery. I was young and stupid. Crashing that mech was the first step towards the rest of my eternal misery. F51, my dear beloved machine.  I forced him into the ground with hundreds of races, running him exhausted to a point where he no longer functioned. The engine failed, the rain rusting his once shiny metal. He stopped. I froze. Falling. And then I was on the concrete, blood splattering the race course. The crowd either booed or stared in silence. Screaming, at me, at the ref, anger, sadness, grief. I was alone inside a crowd of hundreds as I slowly lost my vision.

Luckily, I don't die so easily. After all, how easy can it be to kill a world-star athlete? In the year 30XX, killing anybody is way too difficult for anyone to bother. While the world might be lawless, it's too much trouble to commit what was once a crime. Society is only safe because the world is too far engineered for anyone to care. For me, this was an advantage. Technology saved my life. Mechanical body parts looked about as good as regular parts, so I looked around about normal.

The world is a lot different to how it used to be. Almost everyone has odd hair colors. Mine? Let's call it green. My eyes built just to match. Green does happen to be my favorite color because of it. In fact, most of the things I love are green. However, there are some things I cannot stand. Examples? Sky blue, crybabies, heights, bikes, birthdays and parties. There is nothing more disgusting than those.

In my new life, people know me as Mirai Midori, the girl fallen from glory. But that couldn't be further from the truth. No, I haven't lost my glory. My story is only just beginning.

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Walking into the office for the first time was, in all honesty, a shock. It was built with more craftsmanship than even F51, which was built quite well since I made him myself. There were bright yellow lights all over the wall, the logo mounted right on top of a plinth. That's right. 'IrisTech'. The agency I formed from the ground. Looking around, it was honestly quite sad. Only 7 of us. Me, the leader, an ex-athlete with the intel. Ciel, a crybaby loser who I took in off the streets. Still, they can be useful to coerce info out of people. Who can refuse a pushover? Then, Takara. Follows Ciel around like a lost lapdog. I honestly never bothered to learn much about them. Of course, Mizuki. One I actually respect, as they are particularly good when it comes to our technological advances. And the rest, I suppose, Jay, Kiyoko, Misora, whatever. 

Despite us objectively having awful members, I'd like to say we're the best agency in the area. However, we are just slightly being left behind by our enemies: PPS and SkullRot. Stupid names for agencies, you have to agree, no? I could make fun of them all day, but that wouldn't help us surpass them.

However, our office does happen to be very advanced, which boosted my mood quite a bit. Filled with all kinds of gadgets, a room for every member. You have to wonder who designed it. But asking questions is a no-go in the underground. At least Ciel managed to get us in contact with a good engineer. While I might be an inventor, I can't build a whole building. That's far beyond my wide skill set. Of course, the only logical thing to do first is head straight to my room to work on fixing F51.

Ever since the crash, I can't help but blame myself for what happened to him. After all, I should've paid more attention, or fixed him more, or... No use in dwelling on it now. Still, I always get so annoyed when the members interrupt me while I'm working. Why can't they just understand I'm busy? At this rate, he'll be broken forever. The guilt of it kills me. Every time I see him sitting there, broken, alone on my desk... It takes me back to that day. I can't stand it. My head starts to throb and I lash out in an attempt to make it stop. It's what makes me the least favorite member, I think.

Either way, we have a mission tomorrow, and I don't quite plan on backing down from a fight.

I'm not a coward.

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Word Count: 388

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I know it might not be the best, but I really love writing as Mirai! Please leave a comment or a star to let me know if you like it!