False Gods: Disciple

Chapter Six: Hurricane

[Log Start] I'm putting everyone through the simulators, even C-94-01. Everyone has to be as ready as possible for this fight. I'm going to have to supply C-94-01 with upgraded processors for his mechanical eye, and give him newer models of those mechanical limbs. [End Log]

Nemzio woke up before everyone else, donned his jacket, and stepped outside. Admiring the light slowly filtering through the clouds, he sat down. Nemzio focused his eyes on the looming tower, it's gray color matching the wastes. With the new information he had gathered, Nemzio couldn't help but wonder how the people lived their lives within those walls.

"Hey." Mizuki's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Mind if I join you?"

"Of course not," Nemzio responded with a small smile. Mizuki tentatively lowered herself down next to Nemzio.

"What were you thinking about this time?"

"The lives of the people inside the towers." He responded, simply.

"From my short experience, it's pretty boring." Mizuki said. "We did the same thing every day, all I really did was play games with my brother..." Mizuki trailed off,

"Your brother? You never mentioned a brother." Mizuki turned away,

"It's complicated..."

"How so?"

"Well, my surname is Green." Nemzio took a moment, then realized what she was saying.

"Is your brother Markus Green?"

"It's just a hunch. Maybe my parents told him that the disciple of water killed me, so he wouldn't hate them for throwing me out." Mizuki spoke quietly,

"I guess that makes sense: It would explain his hatred towards disciples. I wouldn't have done that, but I can see why they did."

"It's alright though..." Mizuki said, closing her eyes.

"It's not fine... " Nemzio spoke softly, "It shouldn't have happened, even though it did. I can't hold anything against them. It was the best way to get through that, but it doesn't make it okay."

"If they never threw me out, I wouldn't have got to meet you, Tenashi, or Nemzian."

"I don't see how getting to meet us is a fair trade for getting abandoned." Nemzio responded gloomily,

"What do you mean?" Mizuki was concerned by the sudden depressive tone,

"I mean, you have to live in the wastes with the constant threat of death, accompanied by a pathetic disciple and his brother now." Nemzio began to rant, "Sure, you have Tenashi, but I don't see what you get from listening to my depressing talk all the time."

"Don't talk like that!" Mizuki interrupted, "You're... You're precious to me," She glanced at the floor, suddenly embarrassed, wishing she had said that differently, "You managed to bring us all together... You managed to make this place a home..."

"Anyone could do what I did." Nemzio looked at the wall, studying the chipped paint with sudden interest.,

"No, I couldn't; neither could Tenashi, or your brother... At least, not like you did..."

"What have I done that anyone else can't do?" Nemzio said bitterly, now glaring at the wall.

"I don't know how to explain it... Normally neither me nor Tenashi would be comfortable enough to just fall asleep in the same building with complete strangers... But you made it feel like a home." Mizuki explained awkwardly, clasping her hands anxiously as she awaited Nemzio's reaction.

"Whatever." Nemzio dismissed the conversation, attempting to hide the fact that it had been soothing, and had calmed him down a bit. "We're here now: What happened in the past can't be changed." Standing up, he said, "Let's get the others, we should start practice soon."