Short Story: What's In A Name

[becomeanwarrior]

The boy would not sleep that night.

He tossed and turned about his bed, eventually sitting up, as he did so, memories assailing his mind. He slipped out of his bed, pacing the floor... what he had done had been nessecary, but.....

The PDA layed on the nightstand, it's light the only thing illuminating the dark room.

"What would you pay to get out of it...?"

The being known as 'Nameless' gave of a list of what he would take to break that peantly that was placed on him. The memory clear in his mind.

*Right at the precise moment victory was assured... a foreign Duel Monster, a beast with dozens - no, hundred of eyes, who strutted around as if he was the biggest thing to ever come to Earth... he had stolen Gigantech's ability, and with it, the boy's victory.

The boy could feel the blood boil underneath him, the desire to scream, to shout the name of this violater of rules and standards, punctuated by the sharpness of the longsword in the corner.

Icarus....

Another flood of memories, these from tonight, all of them vividly clear instead of blurred.

"You're letting me go and boink your girlfriend without a concern."

How dare she! How -dare- Shiroko try to make him castrate himself, due to the geis, he had to obey, despite his pleas... he looked for a way out...

"My name."

A haunting echo in his memory, the only part blurred. A echoing refrain that seemed always at the tip of his tongue and he had sold it. For freedom.

"I thought you had gotten hit by a truck."

Hmph, Isabel-san... what a waste of time and of talent. She was one who had kept him under her heel, too. She constantly degraded him, and the boy didn't care anymore about her, attempts to be friends had vanished long ago....

And then there was the fact she was tetered to Desdemona. The only one out of those who weren't his love who hadn't abandoned him, hadn't dejected him, hadn't degraded him... how would she react to his lack of a name? He wasn't sure. The only thing he knew was why he did it. He did it for his love.

For her.

Hoshi....

He clenched his fist, pulling a drawer out of his bed a bright green visor. He slowly slid them over his eyes, and felt the masking presence of the armor and the chattering clamour of voices; a nice change to him and his brooding thoughts tonight.

What ails you, nameless fighter? The voices all seemed to clamour at once, and for once, the boy was glad for their company.

The thoughts of revenge... of those who wronged me, of those who tried to destroy me, of-

The boy gasped as his memories were brought to the surface again. A blonde girl, always getting in trouble, always needing help... and somehow she had blundered her way into the Pro Leauges! That damn lucky break catapulted her to a career.. people she had won over who-knows how...

leaving Hoshi and himself behind, never to be talked to again.

Jean...

Nameless One?

...Of those that abandoned me to follow a string of fame.

For a moment, the boy found himself giggling... uninhibited emotions... unrestricted boundaries... with no penalty game to ontrol him and no name to impose attitudes on him.

A haunting melody of memory. What's in a name, anyhow?

He could hear the discord and clash of the different voices in the back of his mind, they seemed to agree with him... sould who had lost their identities long ago and had dug up to fuel this armor. To coalesce into Gigantech Fighter.

Freed from slavery, free from preconceptions, free of a name.

Hehehe.... being nameless isn't so bad....