Sorry for not updating in a while but I recently got hooked on an anime called Angel Beats! It is possibly one of the best shows I’ve ever seen and you should all go watch it. The characters are so lovable and relatable to the point where they seem like real people.

2409. The Academy.

Jett sighed. He hated his life. His gym class was doing a mandatory sports unit. He didn’t like it. He wasn’t good at sports and never planned to be. He hated it.

Due to his… special circumstances, the Office of Naval Intelligence refused to allow one of their experiments participate in any contact sports while he was still adjusting to his new arm and getting reacquainted with his body.

Now I’m an experiment.

He turned and looked at the gunmetal arm attached to his shoulder and cringed. He opened up his backpack and removed a small case and removed a medical syringe. He pressed it to his leg and pressed the button on its side. The pain near his shoulder dulled but did not fade.

The metal stuck out like a sour thumb. And he couldn’t just have a new arm grown due to the expense of it all and the fact anything like it would immediately be rejected by his body’s internal defense system that had been amped into overdrive when a piece of a space plane became embedded in his net. Yeah. That was what they called it. Not an immune system.

He looked at the metal appendage. At least it kind of looked normal. Sort of. No it wasn’t. Who was he kidding? It stuck out like a sour thumb. He was already receiving unwanted attention for it and had become extremely withdrawn than when he was in middle school. At least Dane was understanding along with Gin. She at least was a nice guardian when Cat or Dad weren’t around.

He looked down from the bleachers. Gods and angels is what they saw themselves as. Frankly they were.

He had no gripe with them before but now he was different. If you’re different then you don’t fit in anywhere. And then you become a target.

He looked down at the kids playing their game with contempt. They were lucky, taking their position in the world for granted. They were born organics, born gods, born angels. He was just a machine now. Just a robot. Just some stupid, fucking, robotic fre-

Wait. What? What the hell was he thinking? He began to feel angry. Suddenly extremely angry. He looked at the arm. Enough force behind it to punch through a reinforced concrete wall. They could make fun of him all he wanted. He could break them if he wished.

Anger. That same festering anger was back. He looked the players on the field. Anger. This wasn’t right. This was unnatural.

He sighed and closed his eyes. They told him to expect this. Uncontrolled emotions. He focused and soon found a calm in the raging torrent.

He sighed. His emotions dulled. But not before he noticed something. The game was over and the players were approaching. He recognized them. Ryan, Danny and Chris, flanked by several different girls.

“Well, well, well,” Ryan said, “Look who we have here.”

Jett stood up and closed his book. No. Not this time. He wasn’t going to give them the time of day. He calmly began packing up his things and started walking the complete opposite direction down the bleachers. He did not want or need a confrontation today. He simply wanted to be withdrawn and alone. Alone with his thoughts, alone by himself, because that’s what he was now…

Alone.

“Where you going robot boy?! Got somewhere important to be you prosthetic freak?!” Ryan called.

Jett stepped off the bleachers and started walking towards the school building. He looked up at the dome as he picked up speed. A sudden random thought went through his head about what would happen if the dome above shattered…

“Where’s he going Danny?” Chris asked.

“I don’t know, let’s go find out.”

***

Jett stared at the wall. It was 3:00 and Spitfire was still sleeping, the angel’s wings rose up and down as she slept. Jett had long finished all the books but there was something else occupying his thoughts. Anger, resentment, envy and jealousy all towards… nothing. He could not place it. And that made him angrier. He simmered on the couch in the darkness staring at the wall.

He looked down at his arm, suddenly resenting it. His HUD was still active. Then, green lights began appearing next to the icons on the left side of his vision as each system came online.

“Interesting…” he said and looked at his forearm. On the upper part of his forearm opened a door that moved down to form an armor plating around the appendage as a cannon like device emerged. A charge bar appeared on the top of his HUD. He studied the gun. Directed energy weapon. It looked no different than any other gun. Accept for the blue streak that ran into his arm from the firing mechanism it was pretty normal. He watched as the device slowly retreated back into his arm.

He looked back at the other icons on his HUD. He selected one and watched as an arrow appeared above him. A beeping echoed through his head. Slowly it began to direct him in the direction of the sleeping girl’s bed. He followed it to the foot of Spitfire’s bed. The beeping increased in intensity. There was a duffel bag lying on the floor.

Slowly he opened up the bag. The large primary pocket was filled with clothes. But not girl’s clothes. Men’s. Strange. He dug further into the bag until he hit something hard. He found a handle. He pulled and a metal case emerged from the bag. The beeping in his head stopped in one continuous tone.

“Strange…” he jerked his head and shut the tracker off.

He walked over to the coffee table and placed the metal case down. He examined it and found a keypad on front of it.

“Hmm…”

He began typing in numbers at random.

118373764

ACCESS DENIED.

1213 448484

ACCESS DENIED.

1100101101001

ACCESS DENIED.

983 235 8768

ACCESS DENIED.

He sighed and looked at the case on the table. Clearly it was not native to this planet but what the hell was that code? He pondered.

He looked at the key pad again.

“Hmm… I wonder…”

46 69 72 65

ACCESS GRANTED.

The case cracked open. Slowly he put his hands to it and opened it further. Inside was a foam surface with various objects embedded inside of it. Two of them were empty. He looked through the various attachments. One of them was a long switch blade like device; two others were tanks with a silvery liquid in them. He removed one and examined it. He flicked the glass on the container and watched it form an almost solid matrix before returning to its liquid state. He replaced it. He went through the devices again. One was a metallic reactor like device hooked up to a tank. Another was a small computer like device. There were others inside but he ignored them.

He closed the case, suddenly feeling angry. Very angry.

He looked over towards the balcony. A person was standing near the entrance. They were black with veins of red running up their body. They looked to be wearing a suit but the whole thing was black and looked to be burned making it difficult to tell. Their face was nearly unreadable as a red flame like aura ran across their skin. He looked to his left. A green girl with straight hair stood near by. Her expression was inquisitive. A boy yellow boy stood next to her...

***

Jett fell to the ground. He cringed in pain. He was angry. He wanted to lash out but… it would be futile.

“Why’d he try running?” Crystal asked, “When he knows he wouldn’t get away?”

“Because I don’t want a confrontation,” he sighed.

“Too bad you won’t ever get away you robot freak!” Ryan laughed.

“What would you have me do?!” He spat, “I don’t fight! I can’t fight any of you! So why can’t you sadistic vegetables leave me alone? And take your harridans with you!”

He got up on his knees and began rubbing the bruise on his face.

“What did he call you?” Chris asked, “Harridans? What the hell does that mean?”

“How should I know? I’m not a fucking nerdy ass robot shit,” Danny said.

“It was meant as an insult. I think I have the perfect punishment for this mechanical freak,” Ryan said. He grabbed Jett by his prosthetic and pulled back hard and fast. Jett reached for his shoulder with his other arm as his face contorted in pain. Ryan made a fist and punched fast and hard at the android’s shoulder joint. An ungodly popping sound was heard as Jett cried out in pain.

“Talk back again, say anything to anyone, and this will be the least of your problems.” With that he kicked forward and let the android fall back to the ground.

He bent down to speak, “You know, we almost lost today because your faggot ass wasn’t in the game. Maybe if you were a team player like me I wouldn’t have a problem with you. We won of course.”

Jett coughed and clutched his shoulder, “You’ll lose eventually.”

Ryan laughed, “Yeah right, I’m the best there ever was and the best there ever will be! And you won’t be beating me ever!”

He kicked the android in the gut.

“Come on guys, let’s get out of here. This place is dead anyway.”

They walked away, laughing and talking about whatever. Jett continued to lie on the ground, slowly curling into a ball. He wanted to cry but… he couldn’t. At this point there was nothing left to cry about.

***

Thin wisps of consciousness returned to Spitfire’s mind. She opened brilliant orange eyes and yawned as she sat up in her bed. She looked over towards the living area before her. Not much about her room had changed with the addition of a stack of finished books and an android sitting calmly on the couch.

Spitfire pulled herself out of bed and walked towards him. He was sitting with his hands on his knees staring at the wall with intensity.

“Good morning?” she said.

He turned, “Oh hello. Good morning.”

“How long have you been staring at that wall?”

“I have not been staring at the wall. I have finished the books and have been processing the information for the past few hours. I have fully absorbed the knowledge of your history contained in those books.”

“Is that all you’ve been doing all night?” She asked yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes as well as stretching her wings. They made a cracking noise as she stretched the joints.

“Ah, much better. So did you do anything else last night?”

“… Yes…” Jett murmured.

“Well what did you do?”

“I’ve been struggling to understand strange feelings of sudden anger and sadness I have been experiencing recently. I have replicated each circumstance and have not been able to adequately reproduce the feelings. It is most… unsettling.”

“Hmm.”

“You used to know me before I… you know. What did I do to calm down before?”

“Uh… well uh… typically you played the piano or went through some effort to make some kind of device for your own purposes or get distracted in some other way,” Spitfire said, “That always helped from what I saw and what Dane and Gin said about you.”

“… Dane and Gin…” he said sadly. His eyes dimmed to a gray color, “Great, there it is again.”

“What?”

“I’m feeling sad. I believe that is what you call it. Sadness. And that’s just one of the things I’ve been analyzing. I’ve been wondering why I do not seem to be effected by any of the… abilities those girls who pursued me had, along with how an advanced piece of military technology ended up on some unknown planet in the middle of-still determining that, or ho-”

“Hey! You are not just some piece of military tech!”

"Yes I am. I can check my software settings and origin. I was created on a military installation orbiting Jupiter by the military, hence forth I am a piece of military technology."

"I don't mean that! I mean you're more than just that. You're a person and my friend."

“Well I am not alive nor am I organic in any way so what else would you call me?”

“Well uh… I don’t know! You’re a freaking person! Not some piece of tech! You’re also my friend who has a case of amnesia so I am TRYING MY HARDEST to be as PATIENT as possible but the one thing I will not fucking tolerate with you is your self berating attitude!”

Jett reeled back on the couch, blinking rapidly. Spitfire stood with her arms by her sides and her hands curled into fists looking rather bent. She slowed her breathing and sighed.

“Sorry I went all Drill Sergeant on you… But it took me a while to get you out of that hole the first time,” she sighed.

“Uh… yeah. No problem. Sorry. Guess I’m kind of an asshole no matter wh-”

SLAP.

“Hey! What was that for?” Jett asked rubbing his face.

“That,” Spitfire said cracking her knuckles, “Was for beating yourself up. This…”

She punched him in the gut. Not enough to really hurt him but enough to be irritating. He fell off the couch onto the floor, landing on his stomach.

“… Is me beating you up. If someone’s gonna beat you up it’s gonna be me.”

He sighed, letting out a considerable amount of air, “I take it this kind of thing used to happen all the time.”

“Yup,” Spitfire said walking over. Jett flipped himself over and propped himself up on his elbows. Spitfire gave him a grin and placed one of her feet on his chest.

He sat on the ground staring at her. Something about this situation seemed familiar. Was it her hair? No. Though she had a nice case of bed head that added a cute look to her that wasn’t it. Was it her night shirt? No. Though it conformed around her in an almost seductive way that wasn’t it either. Her wings? Funny. This was a borderline sex fant- oh that’s what it was.

“This is a really weird position to be caught in right now.”

“I know. You always were a recessive personality,” Spitfire grinned.

“Recessive am I?”

“Yup. Just like a cute little puppy dog.”

"I don't think that's fair. I think that being a living weapon, being a bit recessive is a necessity."

"Oh I think you could be a bit more assertive. For instance, you are currently letting a girl pin you to the floor with just her foot."

"Well what would you have me do? You're some kind of military angel girl and I'm the ultimate surveillance weapon."

"Why don't you just try to fight me off?"

"Because you're a girl."

"That's no excuse," Spitfire frowned, "You choked a girl at your school before."

Jett looked scared, "Why? What did I do?"

"It wasn't what you did, it was what she did and how you reacted."

"What did she do?"

"She hit me. Not that I couldn't handle it that is," she tossed her bedhead, "I would have killed her. You just choked her and threatened her."

"Oh..."

"Hey, come on now. It's not that bad. Plus you've saved my sorry ass more times than I can count so I'm pretty sure you've saved up enough good Karma to keep you going for the rest of your life."

"Oh, uh... Okay. Can you let me up now?"

"Depends," Spitfire grinned.

"Depends on what?"

"If you have it in you to throw me off."

"Aw come on. I don't want to fight you. Plus you're like half naked. It'd just be weird."

"Well I'm gonna say that's a no. And you've been in weirder situations where that had a lot more than some minor T&A, so don't be a pussy."

“Well who was the one who outsmarted your ‘best fighting force in all of the world,’ huh? Me. So fuck you.”

Spitfire grinned, “Will you really?”

Jett turned red. Spitfire grinned. He may have lost his memory but if he was still him she could soo mess with him. She crouched down on her hands and knees and gave the android a sultry look. Slowly she crawled towards him, her wings fluttering lightly.

“Uh… Spitfire? What are you doing?”

“An experiment,” she purred. Soon Jett was backed against the wall.

***

Rapidfire yawned and walked through the hallway away from his room. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked. He stretched his wings in anticipation for getting to the cafeteria. He continued down the hallway.

Suddenly a blood curdling scream was heard. The door in front of him burst open and a black haired figure ran out of the room and down the hallway. Spitfire stumbled out of the doorway and into the wall, laughing hysterically.

“Yeah! I’d say that experiment was a success!” she laughed.

Rapidfire blinked before saying to himself, “Goddess, she’s like demon.”

***

Later.

The Cafeteria.

“Okay, I am not going to be staying in your room with you if you’re gonna try to RAPE me!”

Spitfire laughed. Her hair was down from bed head still and she was still in her PJ’s just with a bathrobe over it all.

“Oh relax, if I really wanted to rape you I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be complaining and it wouldn’t be considered rape.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just a frisky little girl. You may never know.”

“You are most certainly not a little girl. You’re almost as tall as me.”

“Maybe,” Spitfire grinned taking a bite of her cereal. Oh he may have lost his memory but he was still him. She smiled. He was sitting in the seat across from her with his head in one of his hands looking out the window. A glass of water was in front of him.

“Don’t you need to eat things?” Spitfire asked, “You always said you needed to eat things to keep your systems functioning.”

“That’s only partially true. As of now, that program that made it a necessity is offline. Right now I don’t need to eat or even drink anything for the next few years. I guess that program was just in place to have me look normal. If you’d like I could eat something. If it would make you feel more comfortable.”

“No, no it’s fine,” Spitfire said.

The doors to the cafeteria burst open and Soarin’ walked in.

“Hey Spitty. Having a breakfast date with your boyfriend?”

In an almost cartoon like fashion Spitfire leapt from her seat and flew over to where the blue haired flier was. Though he was about a head taller than her he suddenly backed against the wall.

“WHAT?!”

Rapidfire looked up from his breakfast. Jett just turned and shrugged and returned to staring at his glass of water.

“Excuse me Soarin’ but my relationship business is none of yours so keep your nose out of it!”

“Jeez, sorry Cap. Didn’t know you were so protective of your bo-”

Spitfire’s knee came up fast and hard and hit Soarin’ below the belt. Soarin’ let out a small peep before collapsing to the ground in a heap.

Jett laughed and turned to Rapidfire, “Guess your captain’s a real ball buster.”

“And this isn’t even during practice.”

The doors to the cafeteria opened and the rest of the team entered. They looked tired but that was to be expected.

Spitfire returned to the table, “Ignore what just happened there.”

The android looked at her, “Okay.”

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay, considering how we got back late last night, why don’t I introduce you to the team?”

Jett shrugged, “Sure.”

“Okay!” Spitfire cheered happily, “The white haired girl with the blue wings is Fleetfoot.”

Fleetfoot smiled.

“The butterscotch winged girl with the icy blue hair is Misty Fly or Misty as pretty much everyone else in the universe calls her. You talked to her last night.”

Misty waved.

“The girl with the orange hair and the yellow wings is Blaze. Be careful around her, she’s a nymphomaniac.”

Blaze grinned and winked, “Thought that was you cap.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. White wings and curly blue hair is High Winds. White wings, yellow spiky hair is Surprise.”

“Sup,” Surprise said.

“The grayscale blue winged guy with the puffy dark blue hair is Wave Chill. Silver wings, white curly hair is Silver Lining. You already met Rapidfire. Those two guys with the orange and yellow hair are the twins Fire Streak and Lightning Streak.”

Everyone waved.

“Oh, and the dead body on the floor is Soarin’. He’ll pull himself back together soon enough.”

A gurgling noise came from the far side of the room.

“Okay, so now what?” Jett asked.

“Well… I don’t know really. Hey Fleetfoot! Has management called about rescheduling yet?”

“Not yet,” she replied, “They said they’d call tomorrow.”

“Cool. Alright everyone, No practice until we know if we have any shows or not. Take the day off.”

Everyone cheered. Soarin’ groaned.

“Easy for all of you to be happy, you can all still walk,” he groaned from the floor before slowly pulling himself up.

“Well who cares what you think Soarin’,” Fleetfoot said, “Serves you right too. Asshole.”

Everyone laughed. Even Spitfire who had apparently been filled in on the whole situation when the android was still out. Jett meanwhile was confused.

“What did he do?”

Fleetfoot sighed, “He replaced all of my clothes with miniskirts and tossed all my underwear off the cliff.”

Jett blinked and turned to face the still crumpled heap leaning against the wall that was Soarin’, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Fleetfoot deadpanned.

“Alright so what’re we gonna do today?” Fire Streak asked.

“Whatever you want,” Spitfire said, “That’s what I’m doing.”

“Oh so you are dating Je-”

“SHUT UP SOAR!”

Fleetfoot stepped up next to Spitfire, cracking her knuckles, “Get outta here Cap; I’ll keep butthead here in check.”

Spitfire grinned, “Alright. Come on Jett! We’re going on a tour of the city. If you're gonna live here you're gonna need to know the where all the best stuff is.”

“Memorized the layout last night when I was outrunning and avoiding your poor excuse for a guard.”

Soarin’ coughed, “Poor excuse?! Next to us they’re the best military force in the world.”

"And yet they couldn't find me."

“Uh, Soarin’,” Spitfire sighed, “He is kinda right. As much as I hate to admit it, even without all the technology his people have they’re still better trained and more disciplined. Hell, even Jett has more years’ worth of training and experience than the entire guard.”

“Prove it,” Soarin’ coughed, “Soon as I can walk again.”

Spitfire grinned, “Alright. How ‘bout a duel?”

Misty raised an eyebrow, “A duel?”

“Yeah! Between Jett and Soarin’. A competition in everything from archery to hand to hand combat to swordsmanship. You do remember how to use a sword, don’t you Soar?”

“Yes I remember how to use a sword,” he mumbled, “And what do I get when I win?”

“How ‘bout this,” Spitfire grinned, “Loser has to take up all janitorial duties for a month so old Dex can have a vacation. Winner gets… I don’t know I’ll think of something.”

“Aye aye captain.”

"Do I have any say in this?" The android asked.

"No," Fleetfoot said.

"Why?"

"Because me and pretty much everyone else here wants you to win."

Jett blinked. Okay, so Spitfire had just enlisted him to represent his entire species in a duel of which one was the more disciplined and better trained. Hmm. He’d better brush up on a few things. Then an idea came to his mind…

“So I can’t use any technology to help me?” Jett asked.

“Nope. Just what you can find here.”

“Okay. Do you happen to have a forge around here?”

“Yeah we have one,” Fleetfoot said, “What for?”

“I’m going to make a few things.”

Spitfire grinned, “What do you need? I’ll pay for it.”

“Clay, high and low carbon steels, some other things.”

Everyone on the team exchanged glances and then looked towards Soarin’. While no one was terribly fond of the idea of an android being more skilled than the guard, the idea of Soarin’ seeing his ass handed to him on a silver platter was significantly more enticing.

“Alright,” Spitfire said, “Let’s go do some shopping.”

Author's Notes:

With the new episode that came out recently, I went back into the story and edited a few things. Nothing too serious but just a few minor details that in all honesty you would not notice unless you searched the story from top to bottom.