The Aftermath

Prologue: I'm Supposed to be Dead!?

Author's Note: Hey guys! New story. I've fallen in love with Gurren Lagann, and I seriously needed to write this. It's currently under a thought process, so parts can change drastically over time. But for now, I figured I'd give something to you guys and see how you like it! I'm sure others have wrote something similar, but I wanted to try my own hand at something, because I just love Kamina ^.^. Anyway, hope you enjoy it! Let me know if I should continue! Also, since it's under development, there are errors. Just a warning. Thanks my lovelies! ~~       

One small thing can change someone's world drastically. One single moment can bring a person from a fragile being, floating in time, to an actual brave soul with everything to give. But sometimes it takes a big action to fulfill those changes. Not just for one person, but for two that are linked together since the start. It wasn't part of the plan. Who would plan to be in the position I'm in right now? Everything started that day, the day that I was supposed to die. I had, actually, but something brought me back. But when I came to, it was too late. Everything I'd ever known had vanished, and I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts to comfort me.

How could this even happen? I was dead! I'd seen the ridiculous lights and the hopeful faces. I'd seen everything that you're supposed to. But after what seemed like a lifetime, I had woken up with an incredible pain in my abdomen. Who lives through a god damn injury like that? Well, I couldn't be completely skeptical. Stranger things have happened to me in the last couple months. After everything that has happened, I believed in myself enough to understand why I'd lived through that. But my reason for living was gone, and there was no telling where I'd find him again.

After I had woken up and thought everything through, there was still the problem about my injury. I sat around and thought for a moment, having nothing to use to stop the bleeding. In some miracle sort of way, the bleeding was more relaxed until I could find some way to heal the injury. I began crawling as much as I could, trying to find anyone to help me. After what seemed like hours, I began to feel the blood seeping through once again. But a group of people began emerging through the horizon just above the hill in front of me. It took them no time to notice me, and the leader of the group came running down the hill.

"Oh my gosh! Are you alright?"

The woman, with a cloak around her frail body, leaned down towards me, staring in surprise. I must've looked pretty bad. I coughed, feeling blood running down my chin. It was definitely a surprise I wasn't dead at this point. The woman was small and frail, her small fingers gently pressed against my wound. I winced, having no energy to push her hand away. "You're bleeding pretty bad," She mumbled. I smirked, coughing once more. "You don't say." She chuckled under her breath, leaning over her shoulder to call for help from her friends. "So you have a sense of humor, and you can talk so that's a good sign. What's your name?" She asked.

I opened my mouth to speak when I felt her fingers continued to press down on the stop, causing me to groan quietly in pain. She apologized, running her soft fingers gentler against it. Her two friends, both men, stood above, handing her some kind of cloth. It was about this point when my vision began to blur. "I'm going to use this as a tourniquet, alright? It might hurt just a bit," She said. Her voice was like music to my ears after the day I'd had. I nodded, letting her do whatever she needed to do. It hurt a lot, but it was much better after it was secure around me. I sat up, letting out a long, huffed sigh. The woman raised an eyebrow at me, expecting me to make some movements. I wasn't sure if I could stand on my own, given the amount of blood I lost. But it seemed like they were all waiting for me to do something.

Here I am once again, all eyes on me. I straightened myself, heaving myself onto my feet, only to wobble and fall back down with a huff. The woman laughed, holding out her hand. "Here, let me help. We'll bring you to our camp and get you something to eat," She said. I nodded, taking her hand and allowing her to help me to my feet. She allowed me to lean on her shoulder until I could gain more energy to move on my own. It wasn't until we arrived at their camp that I could fully walk without falling over.