ROUND -1

[utopiamods]

This morning, the marks of ownership disappear from the bodies of every Weapon who was owned during the previous round. The woman from the introductory video appears on the Exaclan video screens across campus, and on all of the computer screens as well.

She doesn't look very happy.

"My, you weren't very enthusiastic this time, were you?" she says, frowning and waving one finger in disappointment. "That's no good. If you don't fight, you can't earn Tokens to buy your powers or your memories back! If you don't even have those, imagine how hard it'll be to earn Legend Fragments!"

She smiles; the shift from her previous expression is sudden and startling. "You know, if you hear the legend, you just might learn a few things!

"We didn't want to do this, but it looks like we're going to have to. Okay! From now on, Players, you can only go three days without fighting. After that, we'll start taking away one Token a day. And you want your Tokens, don't you?" She smiles even more widely, as though she has no idea why anyone might be upset at being forced into such a situation. "To get you all started, we've given you some free tokens! You already had three each, you know, and we've added seven more. That means you all have ten tokens, so visit a booth and get spending."

She pauses, and then snaps her fingers, "Ah, but only Players can do that, so if any of your Weapons want to buy something, you should do it for them, okay?

"I know you can do it! Believe in yourselves and each other, and you'll achieve utopia!

"Now, here are the Players for this round!"

The screen goes blank, and the following appears:

PLAYERS FOR ROUND -1:
Fletcher Tringham
Kevin Smith
Mei Chang
Meryl Silverburgh
Oichi
Suzaku Kururugi
Tsuki Aoi

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"Then why buy it?" He pestered, still eying the trinket like it came with a plethora of hidden strings.

At the mention of their loss, Kevin's face darkened with annoyance. Gino could say it wasn't his fault and, hell, maybe it wasn't but a loss never sat well with the athlete. Doubtless, it never would.

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"Because," and here Gino just leaned down, took Kevin's hand, turned it palm-up, and dropped the charm into it, all in one quick motion, "We made a deal." He let go and straightened, folding his arms so the boy couldn't give it back. He almost suggested that Kevin return the favour, if he disliked the idea of just taking the charm so much Given that he tended to avoid doing anything Gino said, that would be counterproductive to the extreme. So, no.

Instead, he just grinned again, gave him a casual salute, and offered a, "Good luck with the round!" before he walked away. Importantly, gone before Kevin had time to argue.

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"We never-!" Kevin began as Gino deposited the charm into his hand and all but pulled a Houdini afterward. Left with the necklace in hand, the blond vainly scanned the area for the giant and- nothing.

How did someone that big disappear like that!?

"Freak," Kevin mumbled quietly and glanced down at the necklace frowning. The word wasn't said unkindly but more from embarrassment at having been hit and run by Gino's kindness. Whether the pilot liked it or not, the tennis player owed him one.

Still, realizing he was stuck with it and wanting to retrieve his memories as quickly as possible, Kevin gave the pendant one last look before sighing and pulling the chain over his neck. As soon as the pendant came settled against his collarbone (it was a long chain,) a series of images clicked into place.

Soft and gentle- long tresses, tumbling over shoulders... a pair of lipstick colored lips curving in a kind smile. Blue eyes, bright as a clear sky, staring at-

Kevin stumbled and quickly adjusted his footing to balance himself, all the while cursing quietly. That was a memory Kevin hadn't even realized he'd lost. One of the ones he hadn't figured out.

Holding a hand over his forehead, Kevin glanced up and scanned his surroundings in vain, trying to find Gino so he could... punch him. Kick him!

... thank him.

That bastard had just given him back the face of his mother.