Twin Demons of Tekkaden: Gundam IBO FanFic

The campfire crackled softly as the Liger sprawled out beside it, its large body stretched lazily, licking its paw, completely unbothered by the fight it almost lost a few hours ago. Albi, ever the opportunist, slithered across my shoulders, occasionally peering down at the Liger like it was some sort of competition for my attention.

"Alright, freeloaders," I muttered, tossing a small stick into the fire. "If you're going to stick around, you better pull your weight. This isn't some charity expedition."

The Liger, as if understanding me, let out a low rumble that could've been a snort or a growl—it was hard to tell. Albi hissed lightly, curling tighter around my neck, clearly asserting his dominance as the first companion.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Great. Now I'm babysitting a moody giant cat and a snake with a superiority complex."

When dawn broke, I packed up my meager belongings. The forest around us had shifted yet again—the once lush greenery had faded into muted orange and brown hues, a chilling wind slicing through the air. My body felt heavier than ever, the strange changes gnawing at the back of my mind like an unanswered question. My dulled white hair fell into my eyes as I adjusted my bag.

The Liger trailed behind as I walked, its massive paws making surprisingly little sound for a creature its size. Occasionally, it would glance at me as if trying to gauge whether I was worth following.

"You know," I said, glancing back at it, "you could've just died back there and saved me the trouble."

The Liger rumbled in response, something that could've been agreement or pure defiance. I wasn't sure if I respected its stubbornness or if it just irritated me. Either way, it was here now.

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After 2 weeks:-

A dull, throbbing pain pulsed through my skull as I slowly regained consciousness. Groaning, I reached up and massaged the sore spot on my head, wincing as my fingers brushed against what felt like a nasty bump.

I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of towering trees, their golden-orange leaves swaying gently in the morning breeze. Birds chirped in the distance, oblivious to my misery. The sunlight peeked through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I was alive.

Barely.

I gritted my teeth as I shifted, feeling my muscles protest with every movement. My clothes were torn in a few places, dirt smeared across my arms and legs. Glancing behind me, I saw the steep rocky cliff I had just plummeted from. I traced my fall with my eyes, and memories came rushing back.

That damned liger.

"That oversized furball *pushed* me," I muttered, voice hoarse from the fall.

I could still picture it—one moment, I was standing near the cliff, scanning the horizon for any signs of civilization. The next, a massive paw had slammed into my back, sending me tumbling down like a ragdoll.

I let out a deep sigh, staring up at the cliff's edge. "You better be waiting for me up there, or so help me—"

A rustling noise interrupted my rant. My body tensed. Something was nearby.

Ignoring the protests of my sore muscles, I slowly reached for my knife. If that liger had abandoned me here, I was going to have to fend for myself—again.

Dark spots clouded my vision as I tried to steady myself. My body screamed in protest, my limbs sluggish and heavy. I could barely make out the figures emerging from the bushes, their voices distant, muffled—as if I were underwater.

"Who are you?!" one of them barked, raising his hunting rifle.

I blinked, my ears ringing. My balance wavered, the world around me spinning. Blood trickled from my nose and ears, the pain dull yet persistent.

I clenched my fists. *They're going to kill me.*

That thought hit me like a hammer. My instincts screamed at me to fight. Even if I was going to die, I wasn't going down without a struggle. I forced my body forward, reaching for my knife—

And then my legs gave out.

I collapsed onto my knees, the world tilting, my breathing ragged.

*No... Not like this...*

As I fell, my gaze locked onto one of the men aiming his rifle—not at me, but at another figure.

*Bang.*

My chest tightened. I tried to move, but my body was betraying me. The weight of exhaustion, injury, and something else was pulling me under.

*Did they shoot me?*

Panic surged through me. I expected agony, expected my body to tear apart from the inside—but all I felt was an overwhelming drowsiness.

I gasped, my vision dimming. *So, after all that struggling... I'm still going to die?*

Regret twisted in my gut.

Then, I felt something warm press against me.

With the last shreds of my consciousness, I looked down.

Albi.

The little snake was wrapped tightly around my chest, shivering, its red eyes glowing faintly.

*At least... at least you're with me... You should Run...*

Darkness swallowed me whole.

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