Konya: A fanfiction of the Bubblegum Crisis Universe.

Lyrics courtesy of Jeff Bailey. Lyrics used without permission,
authorization, or chipmunks.

BGC universe also used without permission, authorization or chipmunks.

flames can be sent to fthenakis@matnet.com, anything else..  well, I dont
think I need to worry about that. 

KONYA WA HURRICANE
                     (There's a Hurricane Tonight) 

                    Lyrics by Aran Tomoko · Music by Suzuki Kisaburoo
                Arranged by Nakashima Masao · Performed by Oomori Kinuko 

   I kept racing down the stormy highway, searching
   for the whereabouts of my interrupted dream,
   letting all my lies and bitter illusions
   blow off my back, with the wind. 

	Priscilla Asigiri, ne the Blue Saber, roared through the streets of 
Berlin. For some reason, an incredible urge to go to Germany, and Mackie's
trip to college had made a great excuse. Now that she was here, the sense 
of urgency she had had, was gone.
 
   We're all just lonely hearts in the big city,
   everyone a child lost in love.
   Day by day in the big city,
   tears only aggravate thoughts that won't rest. 

	Priss streaked back to the small, two bedroom apartment she shared
with Mackie, pulling into the front of the building with a growing sense
of unease. Mackie was sitting on the stoop of the apartment building, his
head in his hands. As she pulled off her motorcycle helmet, Priss could
hear the young man sobbing, shaking the letter loosely clutched in one of
his hands. 
                                             
   Tonight... "Hurricane"
   ...I want... "Hurricane"
   ...to tell you I love you. 

	"Mackie?"
                                             
   Tonight... "Hurricane"
   ...touch me... "Hurricane"
   ...like you mean it.
   "Touch!" "Give me Touch!"

	"They're gone." Mackie said in a low, morose voice.
                                      
   I cannot share the pain in your heart
   with darting words that merely placate.
   I want you to tell me what it is
   that makes your eyes cloud over. 

	"What???" Priss exclaimed, snatching the letter out of Mackie's 
slack hand.
                    
   In the big city, our hearts are all torn and tattered,
   and we're tired of dancing around each other at night,
   so in the big city's empty days,
   we waited anxiously for a little warmth. 
                
	"We regret to inform you that your sister was killed in an
accident during an attack on a Genom transport. The illegal hardsuits that
her and her two accomplices were using have been confiscated by the AD
police" Priss read aloud, accompanied by Mackie, reciting the letter from
his perfect memory.

   Tonight... "Hurricane"
   ...I want... "Hurricane"
   ...to tell you I love you. 

	Mackie buried his head in his hands, sobbing quietly. Priss crouched down
beside him, awkwardly wrapping her arms around the boy's shaking shoulders.
                                         
   Tonight... "Hurricane"
   ...I want... "Hurricane"
   ...to hold you once more.
   "Touch!" "Burning Touch!"

	Priss felt her own tears coming as she awkwardly crouched down beside the
emotion-wracked Mackie.
 
   We're all just lonely hearts in the big city,
   everyone a child lost in love.
   Day by day in the big city,
   tears only aggravate thoughts that won't rest. 

	Mackie and Priss sat into the sunset, holding each other. As the sun set
over the emerging lights of Berlin, Mackie looked over at Priss, silently
staring into the slowly setting sun. 
                                             
   Tonight... "Hurricane"
   ...I want... "Hurricane"
   ...to tell you I love you. 
                                         
	"I never got to tell her" Mackie said

   Tonight... "Hurricane"
   ...I want... "Hurricane"
   ...to hold you once more.
   "Touch!" "Burning Touch!"

	"What?" Priss said, startled out of her mourning.

   "Give Me Touch!"
   "Burning Touch!" 
                                           
	"Nene. I never got to tell her I loved her."




**fin**



Authors Note:
	This actually wasn't what it was supposed to be. I was watching, for the
first time, the first five episodes of BGCrisis..  I was a bit distracted
during Revenge Road, when one of the other people in my house burst out of
my ex-girlfriends room, saying 'it's not what you think, it's not what you
think', shortly followed by my ex-girlfriend and another of her consorts. 

suffice it to say, there's a signifigant amount of emotional wreckage
there..  also a lot of angst. 

Originally, I was planning on writing a 'glorious destroyer' fic where
Priss got some sort of ultimate power and destroyed Genom in a single godly
firestorm, with my favorite red-eyed avenger at it's center. 

instead, I get this. oops.

as always, C&C, mst, rocks, trees, flames to sephiroth@matnet.com
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