Chapter 1: Return
Chapter Text
Wind rushes in and out of the open helicopter cabin, whipping Isagi’s hair across his face. The Japan Shatterdome loomed ahead, casting a shadow across the Pacific Ocean. Waves of emotion surged through him-excitement, anticipation and nostalgia, all rising back to the surface after he had kept them locked for the past 2 years. He was back home.
-2 days earlier-
“Ranger Isagi, please report to Central Command at once.” The intercom announced across the cafeteria.
“Oh? In trouble again, Yoichi?” Kaiser grinned in a humorous tone.
“I bet he pissed off the Marshall and disobeyed orders,” Ness chimed in across the table, “Third time now?”
Isagi rolled his eyes. He was used to Kaiser and Ness’s teasing. Spending 2 years in the German shatterdome trained him to ignore such remarks from his German comrades.
“I'm leaving, later,” Isagi said casually as he waved his hand and walked out of the cafeteria.
The Germany Shatterdome was smaller than most; it didn’t take him long when he reached Command. There in the middle stood Noel Noa towering over. His stern presence was intimidating yet relieving at the same time. The experience Isagi gained from working under the infamous commander shaped him to become an exceptional pilot- something he would never take for granted.
“Isagi- yer here too?” A light voice came from the back. Light blue strands of hair rested on a familiar smile as Hiori’s tall frame walked in.
“Rangers Isagi and Hiori, I have news to tell both of you.” Noa began. He turns around and lights up a projector. “Your old commander has requested reinforcements. Japan needs pilots. Marshall Ego wants you two transferred back to Tokyo immediately."
It wasn’t a suggestion but an order. Isagi and Hiori exchanged looks and nodded; if this was where they were needed then they would follow.
“Pack your bags, you will be flying out in 48 hours. Dismissed.”
—-----
Present Day Tokyo Shatterdome, YEAR 2029
The helicopter touched down on the platform. Hiori and Isagi step out onto the helicopter pad. Below, the Shatterdome hummed with life, machine, and human working together, keeping the base alive and operational. Ahead, the Marshall of Japan's base approached, arms folded. Despite the body language, Ego walked up and smiled widely.
“Ah, my unpolished diamonds have returned. How was fighting abroad?”
“Marshall, it's good to--” Isagi began, but before he could finish a loud cheery scream interrupted him.
“ISAGIIII!” A blur of yellow and brown hair runs up and tackles Isagi before he can react.
“Bachira! You don't have to jump me.”
“I just missed you so much! 2 years is a long time, y’know?” Bachira grinned in a tight hug.
“Ahem,” Ego clears his throat
“OH- sorry, Marshall,” Bachira said sheepishly
“Before we were interrupted,” Ego glares, “You two are not the only returning rangers.”
Hiori and Isagi look up in confusion.
“Who else is commin’ back?” Hiori questions.
“Your former colleagues in your cadet years, Reo Mikage and Seishiro Nagi will be returning from the UK.”
Bachira bounced excitedly on Isagis' body. “Oh it's like the old gang back together again!”
Isagi smiled, it had been a long time since he’d seen his old friends and comrades.
“That's great,” Hiori nods, “2 teams bein’ transferred in will help this base out.”
Ego chips in again. “Yes, but that's not all.” He pauses and turns his gaze toward Isagi. “We were expecting to have a team from France, but due to one of the pilots being injured, only one will be returning.”
Isagi’s chest tightened. “Please don't be him,” he internally wishes.
“Rin Itoshi is being transferred as well.” Ego calmly states.
Isagi froze. For a moment, everything around him faded. He recalled that the last time he spoke to Rin ended badly. Isagi didn't know if he could face him again.
Bachira noticed the shift instantly and squeezed his shoulder in comfort.
“We will hold a debrief once all the pilots return. In the meantime, please make yourselves to your quarters .”
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Isagi and Hiori make their way across the base toward the living quarters. The hum of machinery echoed in the halls. Once they reached their assigned room, Isagi dropped his stuff on the bed. He needed to clear his head, maybe taking a stroll around the Shatterdome wasn't a bad idea.
“Hiori, I’m taking a walk,” Isagi says as he steps out of the room.
Hiori hums in acknowledgment, attention still focused on his phone. “M’kay, don't get lost.”
It takes about 15 minutes for him to arrive at Jaeger Bay. The massive hangar doors were open, letting in the coastal sea breeze. Salt, sea, steel, oil- the smell of war engulfed the Shatterdome.
Before him stood 3 Jaegers within the bay.
The first Jaeger displayed bright magenta streaks and a white frame outlined with gold. Sharp and lethal, built for long-range projectile weapons. Crimson Devil. The name embodied power and beauty, but in a terrifying way.
Across stood a smaller, stealthier machine. Covered in a dark navy frame, black interior exposed at the joints, and white highlights etched around the head. Glacier Wraith. Somehow, just looking at that Jaeger in silence causes the air to become colder. A phantom with blades dripped with stealth and deadliness.
Finally, at the end of the hangar, tucked behind & half covered in a dusty tarp, was a decommissioned Jaeger. Isagi walked over, the sounds of his shoes echoing faintly on the bridge as he stopped in front of the Jaeger head. He climbed into the frame, slipping inside the cockpit, and stared out. The feeling of the Jaeger was familiar yet different. The armour was old, cracked, and dull. Parts were exposed, wires loose, hanging from the surrounding walls. Broken steel and worn-out paint- it was clear that time took its toll.
Gipsy Danger.
His old Jaeger.
Isagi brushed his hand across the untouched control panel. Memories of his cadet days rushed in. He shifts his gaze toward the pilot seats, and his jaw tightens.
“Rin, isn't this amazing? We're going to be the pilots of Gipsy Danger!” Isagi's younger voice beams
“Hmmph. You’re so tepid,” Rin replied bluntly, arms crossed as he leaned over in the cockpit. “If this gets you all excited, you're not ready for the real battle. ”
“Jeez, can't you say anything positive?” Isagi groans, “Finally, after months and months of training, the idea of being Jaeger pilots is not so far anymore.” He paused, then continued in a lighter voice
“I'm glad that you're my partner. We're going to be the best Rangers this base has ever seen.”
Rin stared back blankly, then cracked a small grin. “Of course, we will. You’ve got me as a partner. No one is better than me.”
Isagi rolls his eyes. “Yeah okay, whatever ‘Ranked Number One.’ You should be grateful that I'm your partner, too. Who else can keep up with you in the drift?” he snaps back playfully.
Rin walked up, ruffling his hair. It was a subtle gesture, but Isagi noticed that was how Rin showed affection; he didn't mind.
“Shut up, it's getting late, we need to head back.”
Isagi lingered for a moment, eyes following Rin as he left the cockpit. A faint flush rising to his face.
“Okay,” he said quietly, following the taller boy out.
Isagi blinked, snapping back into the silence. He exhaled slowly.
He should let it all go. That way it would be less complicated, especially now if he was going to see Rin soon.
Despite those thoughts, he knew the truth.
He wouldn’t let them go, not really.
So he would bury them.
Deep.
Where they wouldn't hurt.
Chapter 2: Jaeger Academy
Chapter Text
KAIJU (怪獣- Japanese) Giant Beast
JAEGER (ya’gar- German) Hunter
When Isagi was little, he always assumed that new life would come from the stars. Far away planets, the different possibilities in space when rockets fired up to explore the unknown galaxy.
Turns out he was looking in the wrong direction.
The first sign of alien life came deep below in the Pacific Ocean. A crack between two tectonic plates formed a portal between dimensions.
The Breach.
The first Kaiju attack happened in San Francisco, 2013. It took 6 days to take down the massive creature, 3 major cities were destroyed, and tens of thousands of lives were taken. The world thought that would be the last of it.
6 months later, Manila was hit.
A third attack on Cabo.
Then another.
That's when the world realized there was no stopping. It was only the beginning.
All global powers came together and created a new weapon by combining their resources and people.
The Jaeger.
A monster made from humans to battle for the greater good.
With that, the Jaegar program followed. Incoming cadets were recruited, tested, and trained. Only a fraction made it to graduation.
In order to be a successful pilot, one had to be drift compatible-a perfect neurological match with another. Two minds combined to control the machine in real time. One pilot for each side of the brain hemisphere. A process where each pilot's mind melted their memories together with the Jaeger. The deeper the bond, the better the synchronization.
Isagi still remembers the first Jaeger battle he saw on TV. He was seven years old, attention locked on the fight ensuing by the flickering lights.
The Jaegar was piloted by the legendary Noel Noa. A French Ranger who excelled in the battle. The way Tyrant Atlas moved, fearless, powerful, and inspiring. It left Isagi in awe permanently.
He wanted to be like that.
A fearless warrior protecting the people.
That night, Yoichi Isagi decided he was going to be a Jaeger pilot. No matter what it took.
—--
YEAR 2025
The Pan Pacific Defence Corps was an international alliance organization created to stop Kaiju attacks. In this organization, the Jaegar training program served as a pathway for individuals to become Rangers. The process was rigorous. Isagi knew that going in. He would have to give it his all to survive.
Still, that didn't stop the anxiety pulsing throughout his body.
Finally, after years of waiting, he was able to register for the PPDC Jaeger program. The first step toward becoming a Ranger. Around him stood dozens of other people the same age, all wanting the same dream.
Isagi walked forward as the line of people shuffled in. He was currently waiting to be assessed and checked in.
“Next.”
Isagi hurriedly stepped up. A woman with reddish brown hair smiled.
“Name, please?” she asked
“Yoichi Isagi.”
She tapped on her tablet, then nodded. “Ah, yes, I see your name right here. Please take this uniform and keycard. First, head over to the locker rooms and get changed. After that, report to the auditorium. Your dorm is room 3.”
“Thank you.” Isagi bowed.
From the outside, the PPDC training facility was built like a pentagon, just one wing of the Tokyo Shatterdome. This is where the cadets lived and trained every day before graduation. The walls were dimly lit on the sides, giving a sterile and cool atmosphere.. Isagi kept walking until he reached the locker room.
He made a right turn and found a group of people in the process of changing. Isagi looked at his keycard labeled #11. He scanned the room, found his locker number, and opened the door. As he started to change into his new uniform, a large jacket smacked him in the face.
Startled, Isagi yanked the jacket off.
“Oh shoot! Sorry, I didn't see you there,” a deep voice spoke.
Isagi turns backward to see a tall, muscular, broad-shouldered man with spikey bright orange hair giving a sheepish wave.
“That's okay,” Isagi said, blinking.
“Rensuke Kunigami. Nice to meet you.”
“Yoichi Isagi, same here.”
“Isn’t it crazy how we're here in the Tokyo Shatterome?” He started
“Yeah.” Isagi agrees, “Which training division do you want to go in?”
Kunigami grins. “The Ranger track, you?”
“I also want to be a Jaeger pilot.” Isagi smiles. “Guess we might be teammates.”
Kunigami nods, “ I guess so.”
Isagi pulls over a navy crewneck, designed with a blue outline. The PPDC insignia stitched over the right chest. The two then headed toward the auditorium, where another group of cadets waited. Following them in a single file line, they sat down on the seats one by one.
After what seemed like 20 minutes, the lights dimmed, and a wave of silence blanketed the auditorium. A spotlight turned toward the stage, illuminating a silhouette of a tall, skinny man stepping into view. His presence alone grabbed everyone's attention.
“Hello, my unpolished gems. Welcome to the Pan Pacific Defence Corp training program,” the man began in a sharp voice.
Isagi instinctively sat up straighter.
“My name is Ego Jinpachi. I am the Marshall of the Tokyo Shatterdome. I will be the one overseeing your progress here.”
His eyes swept over the crowd in a stern, watchful gaze.
“Ten years ago, the Jaeger program was launched. It trained individuals to become pilots to fight back against extinction. Humanity’s weapons versus monsters. And for a time, we were winning. Each kaiju attack become less and less of a threat. But as war prolongs, your enemies evolve.”
Ego raises his arm, and a projector screen behind flashes to life with battle footage. The date labeled 2023. As the video played, a Kaiju ripped off a Mark-4 Jaeger’s arm. The massive creature charged forward, crushing the machine onto a nearby tower. Smoke, fire, ash, and chaos unfolded.
“The Kaiju are now stronger. Smarter. Bigger. No longer the mindless beasts we once fought ten years ago. For the past couple of years, their attacks have been more frequent.”
He paused.
“Ah- Don't even get me started on the Jaeger pilots,” Ego sneered.
“Mediocre at best- at least here in Japan. While other shatterdomes have started to adapt, we’ve become complacent.”
Uneasy chatter flows across the auditorium. Isagi briefly looks at Kunigami, who looks just as tense.
“That is why this year, things will change.” Ego continues. “I am starting a new initiative beginning today with you all. An elite accelerated program for those of you on the path to become Rangers.”
He raises his voice, more stern. “In this program, the best cadets in your class will not take three years to become pilots but one.”
People gasp and whispers rise.
“Is that even possible?” someone questions.
“That's suicide! How can you pilot a Jaeger that soon?” Another person murmurs.
Ego tone stays firm. “Worried already? Then leave.”
Silence.
“I do not have an interest in third-rate pilots who are not prepared to sacrifice their all. If you don't have the guts to be the best and survive, you don't deserve to be inside a Jaeger. Plain and simple.’ He stated coldly.
“This is the future of humanity we are talking about. We don't have the time for leisure anymore. Lock off if you can't stomach that.”
No one moved a muscle.
“Only the most compatible, most driven, and most ruthless individuals will pass this program and earn themselves a spot to become a Pilot.”
Ego steps forward, glasses gleaming under the lights. “This country needs hope, someone who can turn the tide. I wonder if any of you have what it takes to be number one.” He finally finished.
Isagi’s chest tightened, body on fire. Ego's speech settled into him, sparking something inside. This was it. A way to become the best of the best. He wanted this- no needed it. The path to his goal started right here.
“I'm going to be Japan's Number One Jaeger Pilot.” Isagi thought, fist curling with excitement.
His journey was only beginning.
Notes:
so the timeline for this fic will be a little different than the original pacific rim movie. The flashbacks (cadet training period) will be In the year 2025 and isagi is 17. The first kaiju attack will be the same as the movie (2013). Isagi transferred to Germany in 2027 and then returns back to Japan in 2029.
Chapter Text
Isagi makes his way out of the auditorium following the rest of the cadets. The buzz of voices fill the hallway, whispering about Ego's speech.
“Isagi,” Kunigami taps on his shoulder, “I think we're all heading to see our dorms. Which room are you in?”
“Room 3.”
Kunigami raised his eyebrows. “Same here.”
They head over to the living quarters and walk toward the dormitory wing. The hallway had metallic doors lined on each side with low lighting at the ceiling. Each room was stamped with black numbers and a keypad next to each entrance.
Isagi scans his card on the keypad, and the door beeps open, unlocked. Inside, the room had two bunk beds, two desks, and small cabinets on the other side. A single light was shining above, casting a pale glow. Basic and practical, Isagi didn't mind.
“Looks like our roommates aren't here yet,” Kunigami observed.
“I guess so,” He nods.
As they started to settle in, the door chimes and a figure crashed through.
“HEY GUYS! A voice exclaims in a bubbly manner, “I'm Meguru Bachira! Nice to meet y'all!”
Bahcira dragged his duffle bag with one hand, wildly waving with the other. His brunette and yellow hair practically bounced with every step.
Isagi and Kunigami both stand up to greet him.
“Rensuke Kunigami. Nice to meet you, too.”
“Yoichi Isagi, same here.”
“I almost got lost trying to find my way here!” Bachira grinned. “This place is like a maze.”
“Really?” Isagi said, confused, “There were signs pointing to the dorms.”
“Ooh- oops! I was just walking in random rooms,” Bachira laughs completely unbothered.
Isagi stared at him in amusement. 30 minutes ago, tension filled the auditorium, but Bachira seemed to bring a bright energy that cut right through it.
“Have you guys picked which bunks you want?” Bachira chirped.
“No, we haven't. I don't have a preference.” Kunigami shrugs.
“Sweet, I call dibs on a top bunk!” Bachira then grabs his bags and flings them on top of the taller bed.
“I'll be taking a bottom bunk,” Isagi said as he sat down below Bachira's bed. “That way I won't accidentally fall off in case of an emergency,"
Another beep interrupted their conversation as another person walked in. This time, revealing a boy with striking red hair that fell past his shoulders. His expression was calm, but his sharp eyes assessed the room quickly.
“HII,” Bachira screamed from the top, “What's your name??”
The redhead blinks. A little startled, then smiled softly, “Hyoma Chigiri, what's up?”
Once the four roommates finished unpacking, they all settled down on their beds. Chigiri and Bachira both took the top bunks while Isagi and Kunigami sprawled out below.
“So,” Kunigami said, arms resting under the pillow. “What made you guys join the PPDC?”
Isagi spoke first. “ Noel Noa,” his eyes flickered with excitement. “I saw his Jaeger battle on the news when I was younger. I had no idea what was happening, but it stuck with me. Watching his fight made me want to be a Jaeger pilot too.”
“I saw that clip on YouTube!” Bachira adds, “The one where Tyrant Atlas chopped the Kaiju’s head clean off, right?”
Isagi nods, “Yeah, that one.”
Bachira was now sitting up cross-legged. “Honestly, I don't know why I joined. I just know that the monster inside calls me to the Kaiju.”
Chigiri looks up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Monster? You’re weird.”
“Yeah, I know,” Bachira giggled. “But the Kaiju are so interesting, I want to know more about them. Maybe one day be able to cut them up and see inside.”
“That's gross,” Kunigami muttered.
“I think that's cool,” added Isagi. “I get where you’re coming from- wanting to know more about these creatures that just showed up one day out of the blue.”
Kunigami shrugs, “Fair enough. My dad was a Jaeger pilot, Mark 2 class. He's retired now, but back in the day, I saw how proud he was. That feeling of protecting the people you care about, he was a real hero.”
Isagi and Bachira smile as Kunigami finishes. “I want to be like that, too. I'm fighting for my two younger sisters so they have a future to look up to.”
There was a pause before Chigiri spoke. His tone was quieter.
“I was a track runner, got scouted to go play for nationals, but then I tore my ACL. The doctors told me I would recover, but if I injure it again, it would be over.” He looked down at his legs. “I figured having a second chance, I would use it to do something greater- and that I could handle it even if it scared me.”
The room went silent for a moment.
Kunigami spoke up, “You don't look scared.”
Chigiri smirks faintly, “I hide it well.”
A beat passed, and suddenly Bachira chucked a pillow toward Chigiri.
“You are so cool,” he declared.
The redhead rolled his eyes with a grin. Isagi found himself laughing, joined by Kunigami.
An unspoken feeling surrounded the room, and Isagi glanced at his new roommates. They were all so different with unique backgrounds and personalities. Total strangers, yet they all choose to be here. He could feel something warm begin to form. It was the start of a bond worth holding onto.
—---
Isagi woke up to a blaring sound of music above him. He sat up abruptly, blinking at the unfamiliar room, slightly disoriented.
“Bachira, what the hell is your alarm?” Chigiri groaned, burying his face under the blankets.
“You’ve never heard of No Money by Galantis? “It's a masterpiece,” He mumbled proudly before turning it off. “It's hard for me to wake up in the mornings, but this song is so hype, it helps.”
Isagi rubbed his eyes, now feeling more awake. “It sure worked,” he yawned. In no part of his life did he imagine waking up to No Money blasting at full volume.
The four of them got up and changed into the standard cadet gym uniform. Black compression shirts stamped with the PPDC logo paired with dark cargo joggers. As they left the room, the halls were already filled with other cadets making their way toward the training sector. They entered a massive open facility, treadmills lined up at the walls, weight stations, and a sparring ring. Two individuals stood at the center with uniforms of a higher ranking.
One was a tall raven head with lime green underlights. He was standing, arms crossed in a relaxed but confident posture. His muscular frame reminded him of Kunigami.
“That's Captain Oliver Aiku,” Kunigami whispered beside Isagi. “He leads the Japan Jaeger team and is the pilot of Gipsy Danger.”
Isagi did find his face familiar and remembered him on the news occasionally with his co-pilot, Sendou.
Next to the Captain stood a woman he remembered from yesterday. She had a sleek navy Officer uniform and chestnut shoulder-length hair.
“Good morning, Cadets,” she began, her voice clear and firm. “I am Officer Anri, head of the new cadet training program supervised by Marshall Jinpachi. Over the next year, you will undergo intensive physical, psychological, and tactical preparation. This program was designed to build the next generation of Rangers, and only the ones who pass will make it to the front lines.”
Captain Aiku then continued stepping forward after her. “I don't care what your background is or why you decided to join. All that matters is what you can bring to the table.”
He gives a raised smile, observing the class. “Let's start with introductions. My name is Oliver Aiku, and I will be the instructor for this class.”
One by one, the other cadets in the room went.
“Reo Mikage,” the first person spoke in a confident tone, sweeping his purple hair out of his eyes. “My family runs the Mikage Corporation. I enlisted because the resources and skills I have can help humanity win this war.”
Next, a tall figure who was leaning up against Reo lifted his head. “Hey, I'm Seishiro Nagi,” he mutters softly.
A small pause before he continued, “I'm just here cus Reo dragged me to come.”
More names followed after that as each cadet introduced themselves. Isagi took brief notes in his head. Raichi was loud and rough-edged. Niko was quiet but had a sharp eye. Gagamaru was abnormally tall and seemed slightly spaced out.
His roommates then went.
“Hyoma Chigiri. I'm here to be a pilot,” he stated calmly.
Bachira chirped after, “Hi! I'm Meguru Bachira! I'm fascinated by the Kaiju and want to learn more about them!”
Kunigami stepped up next. “Rensuke Kunigami, I'm following my father's footsteps; he was a Ranger. I want to be a hero like him.”
Isagi paused for a brief second before going. “Hello, my name is Yoichi Isagi. I was inspired to be a Jaeger pilot after seeing Noel Noa on the news.”
After he finished, the last cadet moved forward. At first, Isagi didn't notice him until he spoke in a disinterested but distinct tone.
“Rin Itoshi.”
He didn't say anything else—just his name. Rin’s expression was unreadable, black bangs sweeping across his face.
He was taller than Isagi with a slim and muscular frame.
Someone whispered in the back, “Itoshi? Like Sae Itoshi?”
Rin’s eyes glared toward the voice, cold and piercing. The room went silent.
Isagi knew the name Sae Itoshi. Everybody in Japan did. He was a prodigy Ranger who piloted Crimson Devil. He was known as the best in Japan before transferring to Spain.
Captain Aiku cleared his throat, “Alright, that wraps up introductions.”
The tension faded as he went along.
“For the next three months, you will be enduring multiple types of training. Physical conditioning, tactical drills, and classroom sessions on Jaeger operations and Kaiju biology. Occasionally, there will be team exercises and individual sessions. You will all be evaluated and ranked.”
He then raises his voice, scanning the room, “Some of you will be chosen to undergo a Drift compatibility test. If you pass and match with another person, you will move to Phase two- Pilot training.”
“Let me be clear,” Officer Anri steps in. “Not everyone will make it. Some of you will choose a different department and support those divisions. Others may be locked off entirely. This program is designed to break you down on the basic foundations, then build you back up even stronger. If you want to become a Ranger, you must endure it.”
As the briefing ended and cadets began to chatter with one another, Isagi found his gaze subconsciously drifting back to Rin.
There was something about him that naturally drew in his attention, like a storm quietly brewing. Isagi couldn't quite place what made him stand out: the way he was aloof yet assertive. Mysterious and unreadable.
Rin made him feel tense. He wasn't sure if it was out of fear or curiosity.
Notes:
im going to try to update as much as I can before I burn out and summer break ends- if there are any critiques or notes please leave them in the comments!
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The baton swung toward his head, barely missing Isagi as he ducked in time.
His foot slipped as he stumbled back, eyes widening. Before he could regain his balance, the padded tip of the baton lightly tapped against his chest.
“Out,” Captain Aiku said flatly
Isagi let out a frustrated breath, sweat dripped down his forehead. His muscles ached from training all morning. The real sting was how easily he’d been outmaneuvered.
Every day at 7 AM, the cadets would wake up and head to the cafeteria for breakfast. By 8 AM, they would be doing warm-up routines, 2-mile runs, weight training, and stretches. Next, Captain Aiku took over classes and taught them hand-to-hand combat skills. Isagi had a feeling that this was where he would lag- and he was more than correct.
“Isagi, you're overthinking it.” Captain Aiku says as he offers his hand.
“You know the basics, but that's not enough. You need to trust your instincts or else your opponent will get you first.”
“Ah…right. Thanks, Captain," he grunted, pulling himself up on his feet.
“Next cadet up,” Aiku called as Isagi walked off the mat.
Bachira jogged up and tossed him a water bottle.
“Hey, you're getting there. Don't worry about it, it's only been 2 weeks.” He said supportively
Isagi sighed, twisting the cap off. “Yeah, I know, I just really suck at combat.”
“Dude, you're great at other things!” Bachira chirps, "Combat and physical skills are only a portion of training.”
The pair then joins the rest of the cadets watching the current match. Captain Aiku was now sparring with another cadet, Seishiro Nagi. His tall and disheveled figure lazily faced Aiku.
Isagi watched from the sidelines.
Despite barely moving, Nagi smoothly avoided each of Aiku's strikes, his body shifting just out of reach. It didn't even look like he was trying. Nagi’s posture was loose, eyes half-lidded with boredom.
“Nagi,” Aiku stops, pausing mid-swing. “You’re doing a great job at avoiding my attacks, but you also need to fight back. That's how sparring works. You won't defeat the enemy just by dodging.”
“Mmm, okay,” Nagi shrugged.
Aiku sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Not a lot of cadets have the skills to evade me like that. You’re physically gifted. But we’ve gotta get you to engage.”
Nagi wanders off the mat, where Reo Mikage greets him, already waiting with a towel in hand. Those two were always attached at the hip. Isagi assumed it was because they were friends before joining the PPDC together, but something was a little different about their closeness.
“Wow, Nagi. That was awesome.” Reo smiles fondly, whipping his friend’s forehead. “Keep it up, okay!”
“I don't like sparring, it gets me all sweaty and tired. Can't we just get this part of training over with?” Nagi whined back.
Reo laughed as he crouched down to his knees. “It'll be over soon. Drift testing will begin in no time, and we will become pilots together.”
Nagi hummed and flopped onto Reo's back like a tired sloth.
Isagi didn't know why, but Reo seemed to dote on Nagi a lot. More than usual. He knew Bachira was extremely affectionate, something that he got used to as the days went by. But the way Reo acted felt deeper, more personal. He couldn't imagine giving someone piggyback rides everywhere. Especially if that person was taller and bigger than him.
“Nagi is super lazy.” Isagi mused. Maybe he was reading into it too much.
His attention then panned back to the mat. His eyes sharpened as Rin Itoshi stepped forward.
The moment the signal was given- Rin charged in right away with no hesitation. The speed surprised Aiku as Rin struck his baton in a wide downward arc. Aiku recovered in a defensive position, barely reacting in time.
The fight continued as Aiku struck back- the sounds of blows echoing across the room.
Isagi watched, eyes glued on the sparring match. Rin’s style was relentless, calculated, and brutal. He didn't waste any time on each strike. The movement was deliberate, targeting vital zones with deadly efficiency. Aiku matched him in defensive power, but Rin’s offensive pressure was unyielding.
Back and forth- hit after hit, dodge after dodge, Rin and Aiku moved across the platform. Both were exceptional fighters, but it was more impressive that a cadet was able to be on equal standing with an experienced ranger. No one else in their class could keep up the way Rin did.
“Rin is insane,” Bachira spoke next to him, eyes just as fixed. “He’s definitely gonna be a Jaeger pilot.”
Isagi nods in acknowledgment. There was no doubt in his mind that out of anyone in their class, Rin stood out the most.
The match finally came to an end as Aiku called a halt. Both were sweating but stood upright, neither giving in to the satisfaction that they were tired.
“Great job as usual, Rin,” Aiku said, taking a deep breath. “Your combat skills are unmatched.”
Rin doesn’t respond.
“But maybe tone it down. You are a highly aggressive fighter with speed, power, and accuracy-but if you get too in the zone, you will lose focus on defending yourself.”
Rin blinks and gives a curt nod, “Yes, Captain,” and steps off the mat.
Isagi swallowed.
If anyone was going to make it to phase two, it's him.
—---
The cafeteria buzzed with chatter and clinking trays as Isagi followed Bachira to an open table. As usual, Reo and Nagi were together, with Chigiri seated across from them. This had been a routine for the past couple of weeks as they all started to sit with one another. A few other cadets filled in the spots around their group.
Isagi sat down, setting the plate of warm food in front of him. He was still achy from the sparring session with Aiku. Bachira took a seat next to him, already talking in an animated expression.
“Guess what's happening in Kaiju studies today?” Bachira grinned, eyes glowing with excitement. “Doctor Kurona will be coming in for a lecture!”
Reo looked up from peeling an orange. “Isn't he the head of the science and research department?”
“Yup,” Bachira responds, “He's an expert on Kaiju biology, I'm hoping we get to see some pretty cool things.”
“Bachira, you got yelled at by Ego for sneaking into the laboratory.” Isagi pointed out.
“Yea 'cause I heard they were dissecting a Kaiju! I wanted to touch it.” Bachira practically bounced out of his seat.
Reo leans backward, arms behind his head, smiling. “I'm more excited to do a drift test.”
Nagi, who had been slowly chewing his food and taking Reo's peeled oranges, nodded, “That's when it gets real.”
Chigiri raised a brow. “You seem so sure you will be drift compatible, what if that isn't the case?”
“That's not possible- we're partners.” Reo immediately responds, “Nagi’s my treasure, we have to be compatible.”
Isagi admired Reo's certainty. The deep and unwavering confidence they had in each other. He wondered what the feeling would be like to completely trust someone like that, chosen like that.
Kunigami approached the table carrying two cups of water. He sets one in front of Isagi and another beside Chigiri.
“Oh,” Isagi said, surprised. “Thanks. Kunigami.”
“You two didn't grab any,” He replied, sliding into an empty seat next to Chigiri. “It's important to stay hydrated.”
Bachira pouted in a playful voice, “Heyy, where's mine?”
Kunigami gave him a confused look. “You already had one-?”
“Unacceptable,” Bachira mocks with his arm crossed.
Chigiri snickers and nudges Kunigami with his elbow. “You remind me of a housewife with how observant you are.”
Kunigami’s ears turn red instantly. “I-I'm not-”
Isagi lets a laugh, "Seriously, for someone who is a musclehead, you are such a softie.”
Chigiri tilts his head with a sly smile. “Of course he is. Chivalry isn't dead. He's going to be a hero, remember."
Kunigami looked like he wanted to disappear. “Okay guys, stop.”
Isagi grinned, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. These moments were fun- the kind he didn't know he needed.
As the laughter drifted and the group made other conversations, Isagi's eyes drifted around the cafeteria, landing on a familiar figure in the far corner.
Rin Itoshi sat alone.
It wasn't strange. The past couple of weeks, Isagi noticed that Rin kept to himself. He wasn't the type of person who needed friends. He had a kind of solitude that seemed deliberate. Like Rin purposely set up a wall around him to keep others from speaking to him.
Isagi pulled his eyes back to his table. He didn't know why Rin kept catching his attention, why he felt like he was always looking at him.
“Hey guys,” Niko said as he came up to the table. “Kaiju lecture is at ten, we're heading out.”
Chairs scraped against the floor as his group started to leave the table. Isagi got up with them, but a part of him still wandered back to the boy sitting in the corner.
As they all make their way toward a lecture hall, Bachira skips with every step, arms flailing as he runs in excitement.
“You think they’ll bring out a Kaiju skull?” he asked for the third time.
Kunigami sighs, trailing next to him. “Bachira, it’s a lecture, not show and tell.”
Isagi walks behind them in amusement. Reo and Nagi followed along in their own conversation. Nagi looked half-asleep, mumbling about wanting to take a nap instead.
The group filed into the classroom, finding their seats in the middle. Isagi ended up between Kunigami and Chigiri before Bachira squeezed into a seat by his side. The room slowly filled with cadets from other classes until a soft thump of footsteps drew his attention toward the front.
A small figure walked onto the stage, dragging a projector cart behind him. His lab coat glided swiftly across the floor as he moved. Pink hair styled in a side braid that swayed with each step. He pulls down the projector screen.
Then Ego unexpectedly arrives at the classroom. He stepped up next to him, hands behind his back as he looked out over the crowd.
“Hello again, my lumps of talent.” He began, “I hope these past two weeks of training are going well.”
He turns to acknowledge the figure beside him. “For today’s Kaiju course, I've brought in a special guest. Meet the head of our Science and Research Division- Dr. Ranze Kurona.”
The smaller man stepped forward, his expression soft, and spoke in a gentle voice that contrasted with Ego’s sharp tone.
“Hello, Hello," Kurona said with a small wave. "Today is my first time speaking with such a large crowd. It's nice to meet you all.”
As Kurona began, he clicked through the slides on the projector. The first image showed a towering Kaiju outlined with bright measurements, organs highlighted and labeled.
“Over the past decade, we have seen the Kaiju evolve. The first ones were smaller, Category 1s. Nasty but manageable. But now things have changed, Category 4 Kaiju exist. They are 4 times the size, strength, and lethality compared to the original ones."
A murmur went through the audience.
Kurona clicked again, showing a new slide. “However, most Kaiju that leave the breach are Category 2s and 3s. It's very rare for a Category 4 to show up; only two were documented in the past 5 years.”
The scientist pointed toward the slide, which showed a split diagram of the Kaiju’s anatomy.
“Category 4s are incredibly difficult to bring down. The size isn't the only problem, but their anatomy is too. We have discovered that a Kaiju of that magnitude and caliber requires two hearts to stay alive. On top of that, their armour is more dense, and weaponry more versatile, versatile.”
He clicks again, showing an image of a Kaiju. “This is one of the Category 4s, codename Leatherback. 282 feet tall, took 3 Jaegers to bring it down. 5 plasma cannon shots before it dropped. The autopsy revealed that the secondary heart was protected by layers of bone and dense scales. Not only that, but she was able to produce an EMG blast which knocked out Mark 4 and 5 Jaegers, Jaegers.”
Another slide passed, showing a different Kaiju. “The other Category 4 was known as Otachi. She was the biggest to come through the Breach, although shorter than Leatherback, she was larger in terms of length."
Kurona ticked his tongue as he continued. “Otachi not only was fast and cunning but was able to do something no Kaiju on record could- Fly, fly.”
Isgai and the rest of the cadets tensed. Fly?
Ego then returned to the front, arms crossed. “The point is that if we are not prepared, we will lose the war. If a Category 5 Kaiju emerges, and yes, that is a possibility- it will make the past decades' attacks look like nothing.”
The room fell silent again.
“This is why we will train you to become the best rangers- push you beyond your limits. Someday you may be the last line of defense- not just for Japan but the world.”
He paused, letting the words sink in before finishing the lecture with a curt nod. “Class dismissed.”
The group trickled out, and Isagi joined his friends who were talking in a hushed tone.
Raichi’s voice cut through “Tch, a category 5? There's no way those exist. Category 4s are already rare enough.”
Bachira, socially unaware, grinned. “How awesome would it be to see Category 5. They must be HUGE- like enormous, bigger than the Shatterdome!”
“You're impossible.” Chigiri rolls his eyes.
Isagi was still quiet as he lingered slightly behind the group. His pace slower, Ego's warning repeating in his mind.
If a Category 5 emerged…Would they even survive?
Would he be ready?
Isagi didn't know the answer; it was still too early.
But he would have to find out, eventually.
Notes:
why is world building hard asf... i wasn't expecting to have 10 freaking tabs out researching the different kaiju in pacific rim. Ty fandom wiki page bc that website hard carried this chapter LMAO
Chapter 5: In the Pit
Notes:
this chapter turned out to be longer than the other ones, took a bit more time but was super fun to write. Rin and isagi are finally interacting with eachother. im really dragging the slow-burn part.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Cadet training changed week to week. While Ego planned out the basic schedules for the first phase, Aiku was in charge of the combat exercises. This day in particular was no different. When Isagi arrived in the training hall, bold red letters were displayed on the whiteboard wall:
TEAM CO-OP MATCH
“Cadets,” Aiku announced when class started. “You will be in three-person squads participating in a mock laser tag game against other teams. Your objective is to steal the enemy's flag while protecting your own. The goal is to build communication and maintain teamwork under pressure. If neither team manages to retrieve the flag, the group with the most kills wins instead.”
—---
All players wore a thinly layered black bodysuit with a helmet and a colored vest that carried the guns. A shot to the head and heart meant one kill, and the player was out for 3 minutes. The rest of the body counted as an electric shock- or “A nasty jolt,” as Aiku described it.
Isagi tightened the strap across his chest. His vest pulsed as the system in his suit connected.
“You guys ready?” he asked, facing toward his teammates.
Bachira gives a cheeky salute, “aye aye, sir.”
Nagi is slumped in the locker room entrance, half asleep. “Ugh, I'm so tired. Is it dinnertime yet?”
“Nagi,” Bachira giggles, “We just had lunch an hour ago.”
Nagi lets out a sigh.“Okay, I'm ready.”
Isagi nodded, gripping the side of his vest. “Alright, let's do this.”
They head inside the main lobby, where the rest of the teams were waiting. Across the room were Rin, Gagamaru, and Chigiri. Chigiri was talking to Gagmaru in their conversation while Rin was standing alone. Unlike Nagi’s aimless aloofness, Rins's silence was sharp and intense. He wasn't zoning out but looked fully concentrated.
“Team Red and Team White,” Aiku says, “Head in the field and get into your starting positions.”
The team exercise was played in an arena designed as a disaster zone. Collapsed structures and smoke fumes venting from the air system. Each squad had a home base marked with a bright flag. Lose the flag, game over. But most of the time, it came down to the team with the most kills.
Isagi's eyes catch Rin as he tilts his head toward his teammates. Without a word, both Chigiri and Gagamaru fell into sync as they lined up behind him.
Isagi gripped his weapon as he and his team lined up at the other entrance. He knew this match wasn't going to be easy. Especially if he was going up against the overall number one-ranked cadet. But in the past few weeks, Isagi has been improving. He recalled a lesson from a couple of days ago.
Sweat dripped down into Isagis' eyes as he circled his opponent. Aikus's voice echoed in the background.
“Keep your ground, Isagi. Remember, if you're not the strongest, you can still outsmart your enemy.”
Kunigami rushed in. Isagi knew he heavily relied on brute strength in his attacks, frequently swinging in an upward movement to overpower his opponents.
He stabilizes himself, preparing for the next move as Kunigami's baton swings up. Isagi moves back and, using that momentum, takes his baton and swings it under his.
The other boy blinks in surprise as Isagi twists his shoulder across, using the body movement to knock Kunigami's baton out of his hands. Isagi then swings around and points his baton back at Kunigami's throat.
‘Point for me,” he panted, smirking
Kungami playfully slapped Isagi's shoulder. “Dang, you got me there.”
“So what's the plan?” Nagi questions as they head into the arena.
Isagi paused, then looked back up.
“This team is going to be hard to beat. Chigiri’s speed and Gagamaru’s reach are their strengths. Rin is good at everything,” he responds
“So to counter them, Bachira will stay on defense and watch Chigiri. Bachira, you are the most unpredictable and can catch him off guard. Nagi & I will push for the flag. If it comes to a one-on-one, Nagi, you take Rin. I'll handle Gagamaru.”
“You think you can beat Gagamaru?” Nagi hums.
“Yeah, after the combat training I received with Aiku. I think I have a shot,” Isagi replied in a determined tone.
“I'm so excitedd,” Bachira sings
The three of them finally arrived at their base. The flag stands tall in the center of their post, a run-down building with a collapsed ceiling. Dust and smoke drifted through the air like a dense fog.
“Wow, visibility sucks even with these helmets.” Bachira pointed out
“It's to simulate a real battle. Cityscape Kaiju fights are pretty common,” Isagi answers
The AI announcer then beeps, cutting across the arena, “Match 1 will begin. Team Red vs Team White start.”
A beat of silence- then the lights dimmed as the arena gates closed.
Isagi’s heart kicked into gear. “Let's go.”
-----
One hour later...
Isagi yanked off his helmet, letting it drop to the bench with a thud. His chest rose and fell, each breath ragged, mixed with exhaustion and anger. His hair stuck to his face as his body tried to cool him down, but the heat burning didn't fade.
They lost.
No- got destroyed.
The sting of defeat seethed through Isagi's body as his fist clenched, shaking in anger. The hiss of the door broke the silence as Rin stepped out. He pulled his helmet off and tucked it under his arm, mindlessly staring ahead, completely unfazed.
Of course, he was.
Isagi’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Rin's figure walking past. The match played through his head on a loop, every moment in brutal clarity.
At the start, everything had gone to plan.
He and Nagi had made a clean run across the ruined landscape of the arena, aiming to launch a rush attack before Team Red could react.
As they made their way across, they caught Gagamaru off guard, flanking him from both sides.
Nagi landed a clean shot to the head, knocking him out for three minutes. They didn’t waste any time. With Gagamaru down, they continued forward to the flag. The post was just 800 meters away, in a straight, open path.
Then, out of nowhere, Rin dropped from above like an owl.
He tackled Nagi mid-stride, the two of them crashing into the rubble.
“Nagi!” Isagi screamed, running to his teammate.
Rin already had taken Nagi in a hold. Shots went flying as they fought. Isagi hesitated- then made a run for the flag. He was halfway there.
As he turned around, a searing wave of shock pierced into his back.
Rin managed to fire his gun at Isagi while fighting Nagi.
“How did he do that?” Isagi thought as he hit the ground hard, groaning as static pulsed through his suit.
They weren’t kidding about the pain. As he tried to get up, he heard Rin grunt. Nagi had shot his foot, just enough to break free and run toward Isagi.
But time was already up. Gagamaru respawned back into the arena.
He landed a clean shot on Nagi, sending Isagi and him tumbling into the broken pavement.
They crashed down, Nagi groaning at the electric jolt. Isagi quickly grabbed him, crawling under the collapsed building nearby.
“I don't think we're winning this,” Nagi muttered flatly.
“No. Not yet,” Isagi said. He wasn't giving up.
They pieced together a new plan. Chigiri had to be on the way toward the white flag. That meant only Rin and Gagamaru were in the vicinity. If Nagi could find a way to divert their attention in another direction, Isagi would be able to slip in from behind and finish the game.
“Hope this works.” Nagi stands, dusting himself off
“It will.” Isagi’s tone was firm. He trusted himself and Nagi to pull it off.
Nagi dashed out, causing Rin and Gagamaru to chase him across the debris field. Once they were 200 meters out, Isagi broke from his cover, moving low and fast.
As planned, Rin immediately noticed Isagi wasn't with Nagi. He signaled Gagamaru to double back for Isagi.
But Isagi was ready. He climbed up and rolled under a collapsed stairwell for high ground. Aimed his gun and fired three shots, clipping Gagamauru clean in the torso. The tall figure tensed, falling to the ground with an eclectic cackle.
Isagi dropped back down, sprinting toward the base.
At that same moment, Rin took Nagi out with a precise mid-range shot.
“Run, Isagi!” Nagi shouted as Isagi ran forward
He was close now- so close. Only a hundred meters separated him from the flag.
But something felt off. Where was Rin? Why wasn't he chasing him?
He turned just in time to see a blur of red hair break through the smoke.
Chigiri.
Isagi raised his gun and fired reflexively, barely tagging Chigiri’s shoulder. The redhead hissed as his suit sparked, but still lunged forward, tackling him.
They hit the ground and rolled. Isagi kicked Chigiri off with a grunt and staggered back to his feet, dragging his body ahead.
Almost there, just a few more steps.
The flag was in his arm's reach.
Then a sharp shot rang out behind him.
Pain flared in his thigh.
Isagi cried as his body gave out, leg twitching from the surge. He twisted around, facing his attacker.
Rin was slowly walking toward him.
Isagi raised his gun with shaky hands and fired- but Rin ducked, closing the gap in an instant, swiftly evading the line of fire. He smacked the weapon from Isagi's hands and lifted his own at him in a slow and terrifying manner
Isagi’s eyes widened.
Bang
He was out.
After that, everything unraveled.
Bachira held his position longer than expected. Gagamaru moved to the front, later joined by Rin, and together, they overwhelmed him.
By the time Isagi and Nagi were respawned, they were backed in a corner defending the flag. Rin sniped Bachira in the heart, then slipped past Nagi and Isagi- their last line of defense.
He rushed toward the white flag and yanked it out of the pole.
It was done.
Match over.
Back in the main lobby, Isagi’s stare intensified.
Rin stood at the exit, removing his red colored vest from his bodysuit. The moment his gaze flickered toward Isagi, something inside snapped.
Isagi marched up.
“How did you do it-beat us so easily?” Isagi demanded in a frustrated tone. “You were always one step ahead.”
Rin barely looked at him.
“If you can’t even track enemy movement in a simple team match,” he said dismissively, “you have no business being in a Jaeger.”
Those words hit like a punch to the gut.
Isagi stood there stunned as Rin brushed past him without a second glance.
That bastard.
He gritted his teeth, jaw tightening. Isagi wanted to scream, demanding a rematch, but in reality, what would it do?
Rin was out of his league, not just strong but calculated. Unshakable. He had this innate ability to operate on a different level. It was so annoying how perfect he was.
“One day I will beat you.” Isagi thought, burning this moment into memory.
Aiku’s voice chimed through the speakers. “Results for match one. Team Red: 10 kills, Rin Itoshi: 6 kills, and secured the flag. Team White 6 kills. Seishiro Nagi: 3 kills.”
The results weren't just numbers but a wake-up call to Isagi.
Even though he came up with a strategy, coordinated with his teammates, and tried to outsmart the enemy, it still wasn't enough.
Not against someone like Rin.
But that didn't mean he’d stop trying.
—------
“Are you feeling alright?” Bachira nudged Isagi as he slumped in the classroom desk.
“Yeah. I’ll be good, just can't get my mind off the match.” Isagi shrugged.
After all cadets finished the team exercise, they changed out of their bodysuits and into their standard uniforms, now seated in the classroom waiting for their next lecture.
“You guys did get your ass beat.” Reo teased, playing with Nagi's hair. “But hey, Nagi got the most kills on your team.”
Chigiri gives Isagi a friendly pat on his shoulder. “Honestly? I think you guys did pretty well considering you were up against me, Gagamaru, and Rin.”
“Rin is naturally built for this,” Kunigami added, “I don't think any of the other teams would have beaten them.”
“Mmm…I'm hungry,” Nagi grumbled.
Bachira chirps, leaning back into his seat. “After this lecture, it's dinnertime! I heard they’re serving pork katsu and lemon tea.”
Nagi's eyes lit up. “Lemon tea?”
Reo looked down and smiled. “I'll give you mine since you played so well today”.
“You spoil him too much.” Chigiri deadpanned.
“Obviously,” Reo replied casually, "He's my future partner.”
As Isgai and his friends continued their conversation, Officer Anri entered the doors, followed by Aiku and six other men, all in navy Ranger uniforms and distinctive bomber jackets.
The room instantly shifted, going silent as all the cadets sat up straighter.
These people weren't just regular employees but the real deal.
Anri spoke first, “Hello cadets, today's class will be a bit different. You all have been training hard, pushing physically, mentally, and emotionally. So we wanted to remind you what all this work is for.”
She turned to the group of Rangers. “Of course, everyone here knows Captain Aiku, pilot of Gipsy Danger. This is his co-pilot, Ranger Shuto Sendo.”
A man with pink hair and long side bangs flashed a smile while waving. “Hey everyone, hope to see you soon on the field- if you survive the Marshalls' training, that is.”
Anri then continued down the line. “ Rangers Kasuma Nio, Teppi Neru, and Miroku Darai- pilots of Bracer Phoenix.”
The three stepped forward together.
The class bustled in excitement. Bracer Phoenix was known as Japan's Great Wall. Their Jaeger was designed with a three-pilot system, heavily armoured and equipped with seismic gauntlets and vortex cannons.
“And finally, Rangers Haru Hayate and Teru Kitunezato, pilots of Striker Aegis.”
The duo stepped forward in a similar manner. Sticker Aegis was known to be a fast Jaeger, built for both attack and defense. Its fighting style was like a boxer, combining speed with power. Included in their weaponry was a dual retractable shield.
“Wow, those people are the real deal,” Bachira says in awe.
“We just wanted to come in and say hello.” Ranger Hayate said. “And also to tell you guys that you are doing great.”
Ranger Neru chipped in, “We know how hard training can be, but once you push through, you can make it.”
“Every second you spend in training, simulators, combat exercises, or in class- it all matters. Aiku adds. “Because one day, when you are in a conn-pod of a Jaeger, fighting the Kaiju out in the battlefield, there won't be second chances.”
Ranger Nio scans the crowd, looking at the cadets in the front row. “Out there, we have lost people we care about, family, friends, and other pilots. But we've also saved lives. Every time we can stop a Kaiju attack, it's worth the risk.”
“And when that day comes, you better make it count.” Sendou finishes with a grin
Isagi leaned forward, elbows at the edge of his desk. The dull ache in his legs, the sting of Rin’s shot, and the weight of failing. It started to fade.
Hearing the Rangers in front speaking to them…It didn't feel so impossible anymore.
Those figures on the floor, pilots of Gipsy Danger. Bracer Phoenix, Sticker Aegis were real. Rangers who fought and defended the country from destruction.
He was going to be up there someday.
Not watching from a desk- or falling short.
He would fight for humanity's future.
He would earn his place in a Jaeger.
—--
It had become routine for Isagi and Bachira to go into the sparring ring after dinner. While most cadets spent their free time lounging in the rec room or relaxing in their dorms, the two of them had decided a little extra training wouldn't hurt.
Plus, Bachira never needed much convincing if he got to hang out with Isagi- even if their “sparring sessions” were not always on track.
“Your moves are getting better,” Bachira says with a grin, ducking under Isagi’s swing. “But you still hesitate.”
“I don't hesitate,’ Isagi shot back, already tripping forward as Bachira spun around and tapped his shoulder with the tip of his staff.
“You did it just now,” Bachira teased, skipping backward out of reach. “Just gotta go for it- or else you will get whacked!”
Isagi scowled but couldn't stop a laugh from slipping out. “Sometimes the things you say don't make any sense.”
“My monster always tells me what to do.” Bachira hummed, twirling his staff lazily. “I always listen to it- makes things fun,”
Before Isagi could reply, footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Both boys turned, and Isagi’s breath hitched as Rin walked past the open doorway. He had a towel slung over his shoulder, expression blank as usual.
Bachira shot Isagi a sly grin before calling out, “Yo, Ice Prince! Come in here and show us how a real genius fights.”
Rin didn't respond, walking toward the exit.
“Aw, guess not,” Bachira snickered, “Bet he's scared.”
Isagi rolled his eyes- then hesitated. The frustrations of today's match still clung to him. Before he knew it, the words left his mouth.
“Hey Rin!”
This time, Rin stopped. He didn't move, just paused and shifted in place like he was deciding whether the interruption was worth his time.
Isagi’s heart pounded. He was actually doing this.
“I've got a deal for you," Isagi said, hopping off the ring and walking toward the taller boy. “The next sparring session in class. If I land a hit on you, you agree to train with us. If I don't… I'll drop it.”
If he was going to improve and become a pilot, he had to get better. And that meant pushing himself against the best cadet in class.
Rin finally looked over his shoulder. His gaze was cold and indifferent. “You're just a half-baked NPC. Think you can touch me?”
Isagi stands taller, meeting his gaze. “I know I can.”
Something flickered in Rin's eyes, a faint trace of amusement-or maybe irritation. After a long pause, he turned his head back around.
“One hit. That's all you get. Then I'll think about it,” He said, voice low and sharp. “Just don't cry when you lose like a lukewarm idiot.”
With that, he walked off, leaving Isagi standing alone, his heart hammering even faster than before.
Bachira snorted behind him, vibrating with excitement.
“Ohh, Isagii,” Bachira sang, “My monster is telling me this’ll be fun.”
Notes:
If any characters seem ooc pls let me know. ahahha
Chapter Text
“Incoming Kaiju, Category 2,” the electronic system in the Jaeger blared.
The alert echoed through the Conn-pod as Isagi shifted his stance, bracing for impact. Red threat indicators lit across the screen, but he was already in position.
The massive creature charged.
Isagi took a deep breath, then ducked as the Kaiju jumped over, crashing into the building behind him.
The Jaeger straightened as Isagi stood up, facing the Kaiju. It growled and pivoted its body back, lunging toward him again.
Too slow, Isagi thought.
The Kaiju’s claws missed, and Isagi reacted in an instant- the Jaeger moved out of reach, then jumped onto the Kaiju’s back. The machine’s arm hooked around the creature’s throat, pulling it backward.
“Activate plasma cannon.” He called out to the system
“Plasma canon- Engaged”
“Let's do this, you ugly son of a bitch” Isagi growled
The Jaeger’s right arm lifted, mimicking Isagi's movements, and fired again and again. Each round, a deafening crackle rocked the conn-pods. Blazing blue energy exploded into the Kaiju’s spine. The creature screamed in rage, neon teal blood spraying everywhere.
The armor back here is too thick, Isagi thinks. I need to find another spot
He disengaged, leaping off the Kaiju’s back as it spun, arms swiping widely.
The Jaeger dodged, sliding right under the Kaiju's body, then aimed straight at its chest.
Isagi fired another round of shots into the Kaiju's core. The beast stumbled, then finally crashed down.
“Target Neuralized.” The electronic voice spoke, “Battle simulation complete.”
The environment around Isagi glitched, then dissolved into black. The city, blood, and twitching Kaiju corpse vanished as the simulator powered down.
Isagi stood inside the pod and exhaled. The battle simulations were going well for him. Each run was getting easier- almost like second nature, the way his instincts reacted to the Kaiju fight.
He unhooked the neural interface helmet, blinking as the visor lifted. Besides him, a soft chime confirmed the disconnection from Sarah, the test brain used in the simulation exercise for drift testing. The system's light dimmed on standby.
Sliding out of the training pod, Isagi stepped onto the platform. Kunigami and Reo were waiting by the monitors, next in line for their turn.
“Nice job, your kill score is getting higher every time.” Kunigami praises.
“If you keep it up, you might pass to phase two,” Reo added, eyeing the data displayed on the screen in front.
“Thanks, guys, “Isagi nodded tiredly.
“Failure to Neutralize Target. Battle simulation complete.”
The robotic voice hummed across the room, followed by a drawn-out groan.
Bachira stumbled out as his training pod hissed open.
He threw his hands up frantically ‘Okay, that was awesome, I tried to make the Kaiju do a flip.”
Reo raised a brow. “A flip?”
“I figured if I taunted it and maybe tried to position myself somehow, I could trick it to flip on itself, but instead… “ Bachira mimics an explosion. “Boom, I died. But totally worth it.”
Kunigami shook his head in disbelief while Isagi smiled. That was Bachira being Bachira. Sometimes, Isagi wondered if he ever took this program seriously.
Another chime sounded.
“Target Neuralized. Battle simulation complete.”
The third and final pod in the center of the room slid open, and Rin stepped out. As usual, he wore a blank expression- no flair, no emotion.
Isagi paused for a second, then headed over.
“Rin, nice job in there.”
The taller figure glanced at Isagi briefly. His eyes shifted forward again without a word.
Typical. Isagi mused
The rest of his class filtered in as their simulations wrapped up. Some looked satisfied, others less so. The simulations were not only physically taxing but also mentally draining. Isagi’s head was still heavy, leaning against the railing, watching the rest of his group finish.
The entrance door slid open as Ego entered, Anri following behind, and a few techs tapping at their tablets. Ego stepped toward the monitor screens and plugged his laptop in.
“My lumps of talent, that concludes today’s simulation trials for Group 3,” He began dryly.
“We’ve gathered the data from your simulation battles to make 2 key assessments: Combat Performance and Drift Aptitude.”
Isagi’s eyes gazed toward Reo, who was already focused, attention on the main monitor.
He's the most eager for a real drift test.
Rin stood in the back, indifferent.
“Simulation score is simple.” Ego continued. “Based on kill count, efficiency. How fast you neutralize a Kaiju and how little damage you take during battle.”
A few cadets murmured.
“Drift aptitude is where most of you fail,” he bluntly stated. “The ability to stay in the drift- connect with your partner while inside a Jaeger. Even if it's just a test brain like Sarah in the simulation.”
He tapped a few keys on his laptop. The monitor above changed, showing two columns with names and rankings.
CADET CLASS 3 RESULTS
SIMULATION SCORE:
R. Itoshi
S. Nagi
R. Kunigami
Y. Isagi
H. Chigiri
R. Mikage
I. Niko
J. Raichi
G. Gagamaru
M. Bachira
DRIFT APTITUDE:
Y. Isagi
R. Mikage
R. Kunigami
H. Chigri
M. Bachira
I. Nikko
S. Nagi
G. Gagamaru
J. Raichi
R. Itoshi
Isagi’s eyes widened. He knew he was doing well lately, but to place first for drift aptitude? That was unexpected.
Then his gaze shifted.
Rin is first for simulation score… but dead last for drift aptitude? He thought in disbelief.
Rin hadn't flinched. He stood at the edge of the group, arms crossed and gaze fixed on the screen with the same indifference he wore everywhere else.
But Isagi caught it- the twitch in his jaw. Not frustration. Annoyance and Disdain.
Ego didn't miss it either.
“High kill counts mean nothing.” Ego said, gaze flickering to the class. “If you can't stay stable in the drift, you are useless in the field. The stronger your connection is, the longer you hold out in a real battle. That way, you have a chance of winning with your co-pilot. “
He then pointed his arm toward the screen. “Just to be clear, these rankings are relative to your group. In the broader cadet program, you might fall higher, or much lower.”
Rin didn't react, but Isagi could almost hear his inner thoughts as his eyes flared. The problem isn't me- it's the lukewarm dummy brains.
The rankings loomed over the class as the cadets absorbed the reality of their results.
“Remember, when you are in a Jaeger- it isn't a solo performance.” Ego finished, “The most important factor to become a pilot is compatibility.”
—--
The steam rolled off Isagi as he stepped out of the shower, skin still damp from the heat. His muscles, sore from the earlier drills, finally felt a lot lighter as he walked toward his locker.
“Reo, your aptitude score is pretty high,” a familiar deep voice echoed through the room.
“Not as good as Isagi’s,” Reo replied smoothly.
Isagi turned his head, spotting Reo and Kunigami wrapped in towels, and headed to the showers.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks, guys, but I've still got a lot of other things to work on.”
Chigiri then emerged from the steam next, water dripping down his long red hair. Kunigami handed an extra towel without a word, and he took it with a grateful nod, wrapping his hair up.
“The sparring tournament is in two days,” Chigiri said, glancing toward Isagi. “It's a big chunk of our phase one evaluation. Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Isagi said, pulling on a clean shirt. “I've been hitting the sparring room a lot lately.”
“Isagi’s been grinding!” Bachira’s voice chimed in cheerfully- a little too cheerfully
Isagi turned around just in time to see Bachira sprint out of the showers completely naked and unbothered.
“- He's definitely passing!” Bachira announced proudly, steam trailing behind him.
“Dude,” Isagi sighed, yanking a towel off the bench and showing it to him. “Cover yourself!”
A horrified scream came from another cadet, Igagauru, who was in a different class. “Ahh- what the hell?”
The rest of the group groaned or just laughed.
After everyone had finished dressing, Isagi followed his friends as they left the locker room. Chigiri, Kunigami, and Reo walked ahead, towels hanging over their shoulders as they chatted. Isagi adjusted his shirt collar when he felt a tug on his sleeve.
Bachira leaned in, eyes glinting mischievously, his voice low.
“I heard a Kaiju corpse just got transported into the lab from Hawaii.”
Isagi blinked. “Another one already? Wasn't the last one just barely over a month ago?”
“Mmmhm?” Bachira shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets, the corner of his lips curling up in a familiar way.
Isagi narrowed his eyes. “Bachira… what are you planning?”
“Well, Kaiju corpses being transported into our base is prettyy rare,” he responded casually, “Which is why we need to check it out.”
“What? No way.” Isagi waved him off. “We're going to get in deep trouble. You know Marshall Jinpachi has his eye on you.”
“Aw come onn.” Bachira whined. “What if a rogue Kaiju brain breaks out and eats everyone, and no one’s there to stop it!?”
Isagi gave him an unimpressed look.
Bachria grinned wider. “Are you coming or not, partner?”
Isagi sighed, already regretting his decision. “Fine. But only to make sure you don't do anything stupid.”
Bachira fist-pumped, “Hell yeah, let's go!”
—-
Later that night, under the security lights of the Shatterdome’s upper halls, two silhouettes slipped out of the cadet dorms.
Isagi kept his hood low as he moved past the darkened corners of the training sector.
“This is a bad idea.” He muttered softly
“Bad ideas are the best kind,” Bachira whispered back with a grin, leading the way.
The pair found a hallway into the lobby of the on-site laboratory complex. A rack of lab coats stood by the wall- Bachira immediately grabbed two, throwing one to Isagi.
“You seem to be a professional at this,” Isagi said, reluctantly slipping the white clothing over himself.
“I dabble occasionally." Bachira winked, pulling two sterile masks from his pocket along with a shiny keycard.
“Where did you get that?” Isagi asked, eyeing the stolen card.
Bachira just smiled, “A magician never reveals his secrets.” He said cheekily.
They stepped into the elevator and scanned the card. With a soft chime, the doors slid shut.
“We're going in and right back out, 5 minutes at the most,” Isagi warned.
“Okay, whatever, Mom.” Bachira hummed.
The lab’s lower levels were quiet, a ghostly light casting an eerie glow across the white tiled floors. The main research hall opened with a mechanical hiss.
Isagi’s mouth opened in awe.
Rows of sealed, clear compartments stretched before them. Inside, preserved Kaiju remains floated in murky white fluid. A few body parts were laid out on a large medical table, and dissection tools sprawled around the area.
“Whoa…” Bachira skipped with each step, vibrating with excitement. “Look at this! It's a Category 2 Lymph Gland! And over here, a part of a Kaiju’s arm!!”
Isagi followed behind slowly, uneasy. One compartment in the center held a Kaiju brain- slightly damaged but still intact- flicking under the dim lights.
This is insane.
They walked further in until Bachira came to a chalkboard covered in white handwriting. Scribbled numbers and variables spiraled around a messy equation. Beneath it, several thick folders sat open on a cluttered desk, files scattered everywhere.
Bachira’s smile slowly faded as he stared at the chalkboard.
Isagi stepped behind him. “What is it?”
“This… this isn't an autopsy report,” Bachira said slowly, flipping through the papers. “That equation on the wall- it’s estimating breach movement. How many Kaiju have crossed over so far.”
“So?” Isagi asked, confused.
Bachira pointed to the calculations. “Whoever wrote this was tracking how often the Breach has opened. According to the equation, it's increasing. They are predicting that a double event will happen.”
Isagi furrowed his brows. “Double event?”
“It means two Kaiju coming through the Breach at once.”
“... Is that even possible?”
Bachira didn't answer at first. Isagi had never seen him look so serious- his usual grin gone, replaced by uncertainty.
“Triple events too,” Bachira murmured. “It's all written and modeled out. The Marshall wasn't just trying to scare us during orientation.”
Isagi looked back at the board, tension settling deep into his chest.
“They aren't just coming more often,” Bachira's voice lowered, “They’re coming in groups.”
A voice cuts from behind.
“You’re correct. correct”
Isagi and Bachira froze, both startled- they completely forgot to check the time, let alone notice someone else in the room.
They turned, and there stood Dr. Kurona calmly at the entrance of the lab. He walked slowly, eyes fixed on the chalkboard.
“If my prediction is accurate,” he said, “and the math holds, Breach movement will continue to escalate- double, triple, even quadruple events. Until they overwhelm us, us.”
Isagi stiffened. Something about Dr. Kurona’s tone made it clear- this wasn’t just a theory.
Then came the sharp sounds of boots on tile.
Ego stormed into the room, his trench coat flaring behind him, eyes narrowing at the sight of the two cadets.
“Bachira,” he began in a stern voice, “This is the second time I've caught you breaking into this lab.”
Kurona raised his hand, stopping Ego before he could finish.
“Marshall, it's fine, fine. I'm honestly impressed. Most cadets wouldn't even recognize half of the variables in that equation.”
Bachira beamed, nodding enthusiastically.
Ego sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
“The information here is highly classified,” he said firmly. “We don't know if Dr. Kurona’s theory and calculations are true. And if either of you is caught breaking protocol again, Bachira, you will be locked off. No second chances.”
Bachira just shrugged like it was no big deal.
Isagi bowed, “Sorry, Marshall, it won't happen again.” He sheepishly apologized
Kurona chuckled and turned toward Bachira. “Ever considered transferring to the science and research division?”
Bachira blinked. Surprised, “Me? I haven't thought about it, but I would be open, it seems kinda cool.”
Ego cuts back in, done with the conversation, “You two, back to your dorms. Now.”
Isagi and Bachira nodded immediately.
“We promise to stay quiet,” Isagi said quietly
They head out of the lab and back into the elevator.
For once, neither of them spoke; the silence that followed had never felt heavier.
When they finally reached the cadet wing, the hallways were empty at this hour.
Isagi and Bachira exchanged a glance, wide-eyed, in disbelief. That really just happened.
“Holy Shit.” Bachira finally spoke as they continued toward their dorm.
“I know,” Isagi replied.
But just as they rounded the last corner, someone else stepped into view from the opposite end of the hall.
Of course. It was Rin Itoshi.
He was returning from his own usual late-night routine. A towel rested around his neck, hair still damp. Shirtless, carrying a water bottle. Rin’s teal eyes narrowed the second he spotted them.
Isagi's gaze unconsciously skimmed his upper body before he snapped his eyes back up, stiffening as he tried to act natural.
“Oh- Rin! Hey! What are you doing up so late?” he blurted out, voice raised a bit too high.
Bachira jumped in with a forced smile, “Yeah! Sooo funny seeing you here! We were just.. uh, taking a stroll. To see the Jaegers?”
Rin blinked. Slowly.
Isagi mentally cursed. The Jaeger Bay was restricted. No cadet had access after curfew without clearance. They sounded like complete idiots.
Rin stood for a long beat. “You two morons know the Bay is closed, right?” he said flatly, ignoring the first question, sliding the towel off his shoulder.
“Er- Yea! That's why we were heading back to the dorms!” Isagi said weakly.
Without waiting for another reply, Isagi continued speaking. “Anyways- it's getting late? We’ll see you later. Bye!”
He grabbed Bachira by the arm and power-walked to their room. Rin’s eyes lingered on their figures the whole way as they disappeared into the hallway.
Isagi felt his sharp gaze, questioning, confused, and suspicious.
He didn't dare look back.
Notes:
if you couldn't tell i love bachira and isagis friendship, they are so chaotic together
Chapter 7: Friction
Chapter Text
Isagi woke up ten minutes before Bachira’s alarm.
It wasn’t the nerves, not really. His body just knew today was important. A full combat tournament with rankings on the line. He was looking forward to finally see how much he’d improved since day one.
In the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face and took a few deep breaths. He stared in the mirror, hands gripping the edge of the sink.
You've got this. You can beat Rin.
—
The Kwoon Combat room was already buzzing with anticipation by the time Isagi arrived. Cadets surrounded the area, stretching and warming up in their regular training gear.
Captain Aiku stood casually in the middle holding a tablet. Isagi made his way to Chigiri and Bachira, who were standing near the edge of the mat.
“Alright, listen up,” Aiku called, voice cutting through the chatter. “Today’s a formal evaluation. Sparring only- three strikes to win. You will be assessed on your combat performance and how well you can keep up with your sparring partner.”
A screen lit up with names in descending order.
CLASS 3 COMBAT RANKINGS:
R. Itoshi
K. Rensuke
N. Seishiro
R. Mikage
M. Bachira
H. Chigiri
I. Yoichi
G. Gagamaru
J. Raichi
I. Nikko
As always, Rin's name stood at the top of the list. He leaned on the wall apart from the class, arms loose at his sides, with a blank expression. So far, he’s been undefeated in every session. No cadet had come close to scoring on him.
“Rin’s in first,” Aiku continued, “This means if any of you can score a point or beat him in a match with him, your ranking can increase. That applies to all matches across the board.”
A sharp voice imposed from the back.
“It doesn't matter who my opponent is.” Rin flatly interjected. “I just want to get this over with and move forward to the next phase.”
His arms crossed, voice in an inferior tone.
“To me, you are all just stepping stones. I'm only here to take advantage of this program and become a Jaeger pilot.”
He paused as his jaw tightened before finishing.“To crush Sae Itoshi. That's all that matters.”
Isagi’s brain clicked. Sae Itoshi.
So he is the younger brother.
That explained the intensity and drive. The fire sparked in Rin’s eyes as he finished speaking. He was chasing something personal.
“Okay, we're going to start with Match One. Rin and Nagi are up first.” Aiku yelled within the ring.
Both boys walked up to the mat and lined up on opposite sides. Nagi lazily stretched as he got into position. His eyes were still half-lidded, and wore a tired expression.
When Aiku gave the signal, Rin didn’t wait. He lunged with a strong kick, aiming and timing for Nagi’s body.
The snow-haired boy dodged effortlessly, body swaying out of the way like wind. His style was reactive, smooth, and flowing. Even though Nagi’s frame was tall, he was surprisingly quick despite his slouched posture. He blocked and evaded Rin’s relentless attacks efficiently.
Still, evasion was enough.
Rin feinted right, then swept a low kick that caught Nagi’s ankle, sending him stumbling.
First strike
The next point happened when Nagi tried to make a move, but Rin found an opening and pushed his arm out, then tapped the back of his neck.
The final point ended with Rin precisely jabbing his hand into Nagi's side, causing him to spasm and fall back on the mat below.
“Owww,” Nagi groaned, rolling on the ground, “This is such a hassle…”
“Get up, lazy genius,” Bachira yelled from the sidelines. Isagi nudged his shoulder to stay quiet.
“Game,” Aiku called. “Rin wins, match 3 to 0.”
Next up was Kunigami. He rolled his shoulders, making his way toward the ring.
Chigiri gave him a quick squeeze on the arm and a confident grin. “You got this hero.”
Kungami smiled back, turning and positioning himself in front of Rin.
Aiku gave the signal, and this time Kunigami lunged first. He aimed a heavy punch, full of raw power, toward Rin’s shoulder.
Rin didn't dodge. Instead, he redirected the attack, spun just enough to let Kunigami’s momentum slip past, then countered with a hit straight to the ribs.
"Point for Rin," Aiku declared.
They reset, and this time, Rin swung his arm toward Kunigami. The ginger blocked and pushed forward, trying to knock the other boy over. Rin then leaned back and ducked as Kungiami threw in his own attack before he tripped over Rin's hooked leg and crashed into the mat.
Isagi watched closely from the side, eyes narrowed.
“Wow, I have no idea what is happening right now,” Bachira comments to no one in particular. “Rin's moves are always a step ahead, like he can read their minds or something, it's amazing.”
Chigiri hums in agreement, “The way he also fights is unpredictable too, I wonder if anyone here can beat him.”
Isagi stilled before he spoke.
“Rins' style-He's able to read his opponents before he makes a move. Creates pressure until they show an opening, then breaks them down.”
Bachria and Chigiri turned their heads toward the raven and stared.
“With Nagi, he knew he wasn't going to make his moves first, so Rin kept attacking until Nagi felt cornered,” Isagi continued.
“That's when Rin was able to take advantage and overwhelm him.”
“And now with Kunigami, he's using his strength against him; instead of attacking straight on, he's redirecting and tiring him out before landing a strike. This guarantees that he’ll win every fight.”
Chigiri's eyes raise, “Y’know, the fact that you can explain Rin's movements like that in real time.. It makes you kinda amazing too.”
Isagi blinked. “Huh?”
“Chigiri’s right,” Bachira chipped in. “Everyone here has seen him fight a dozen times and can't follow what he's doing. But right now, you were just able to track his every move.”
Isagi turned his head from Bachira back to Rin, who stood on the mat, arms crossed, standing above Kunigami.
The ginger was sitting on the mat, sighing with his hand rubbing his back.
“Rin wins this match, 3 to 0,” Aiku announces, pulling Kunigami up from the floor.
Isagi’s gaze drifted to Rin. The taller one looked back with an indifferent expression, waiting in silence.
Am I the only one who can keep up with Rin’s way of thinking? Isagi’s mind started to turn.
He clenched his fist in excitement.
The only things that might beat him… are my eyes and brain.
After several other matches had happened, it was finally Isagi’s turn. He stepped onto the sparring mat, the floor cool beneath his bare feet.
Their eyes met. Rin’s expression didn’t shift.
I'll beat him and show him I'm not weak.
“Ready?” Aiku asked.
They both nodded.
“Begin.”
Rin moved first, a clean front kick with rapid speed, almost catching Isagi off guard. He barely dodged, countered with a short jab that missed. Rin used that opening and stuck him cleanly in the side.
“One point to Rin.”
Isagi straightened and got into position, trying to find the pattern. Rin's fighting style wasn’t just fast but calculated and erratic.
If I were Rin, how would I take myself down?
They reset. This time, Isagi tried to lead, circling the other boy. He mirrored Rin's rhythm and, for a few seconds, found an opening. Isagi threw a punch, thinking he got him, until his arm was grabbed then twisted.
Isagi groaned and tried to re-counter, but Rin didn't give him a chance to think. The taller boy swept low, knocking Isagi off balance and falling backward onto the padded floor.
“Two to Zero,” Aiku called out.
Isagi gritted his teeth. His muscles burned, and his mind raced, whipping the sweat beading down his face. He couldn't match Rin’s physical capabilities, but he didn't have to..If there were a way he could out-think him just for a moment, he could beat him.
In the next set, Isagi waited for Rin to make the first move, and when he did, Isagi leaned into it, faked a stumble, and turned at the last second to strike just behind Rin's neck.
Rin’s body twisted with a sudden pivot. Isagis' eyes widened- he was completely exposed.
He was about to be knocked to the ground.
Until Isagi snaked his arm under and yanked Rin down with him.
Both bodies rolled on top of each other. Isagi used that split second of confusion and tapped Rin in the chest.
Got you.
Aiku raised his hand
“That's 3-1. Match to Rin.”
The room murmured.
Isagi whipped his head, confused. “Captain, I got that point- shouldn't it be 2 to 1?”
Aiku pointed. “Look at Rin's arm.”
Isagi tuned. Rin lightly rested his hand next to Isagi's neck. A strike.
“You both got a point, which means Rin still wins the match.”
Isagi exhales, his mind dejected. “Man, I thought I got you there,” he mumbles.
Rin looked at the other for a long second, then stepped back.
“You finally learned how to use your eyes, but that lukewarm style of fighting still isn't enough,” he stated flatly.
Footsteps patted on the mat as Aiku headed toward them, with a slight grin, brows raised.
“That was still impressive, Isagi.”
The raven-haired boy took a deep breath, still panting, “That I managed to score a point on Rin?”
“Yes, but also the fact that you were the clear underdog in this match, you adapted quickly.” Aiku said, “You’re sharp and can read your opponents efficiently. That's going to matter in a real fight.”
Isagi’s face lit up. His eyes met Rins' intense gaze.
“Let's change our deal.”
Rin tilted his head.
“You still train with me in combat. I'll help you increase your drift aptitude.” Isagi quipped.
Rin snorted, “Why would I need your help?”
“You want to become a Jaeger pilot, right?” He shot back. “You're dead last in drift aptitude; there's no guarantee you will still make it to the second phase. We both need to improve- it's a win-win.”
Rin studied him for a moment with an intense look.
“Fine, I'll use you if it helps me move forward.” Rin airily spoke, “You better not slow me down, you half-baked NPC.”
—--
Over the course of a month, training sessions with Rin were… harsh. When practices first began, Rin’s sparring was intense. Isagi was constantly criticized and struggled to keep up.
“Stop defending and make a move. This is why you lose.” Rin snapped, swinging his arm with a precise hit.
“Can you stop yelling at me? I'm trying here.” Isagi shot back, blocking the blow and stepping back.
While he got used to Rin’s insults, they were harsher during sparring sessions, which annoyed Isagi even more.
From the sidelines, Bachira laughed. “Rin-chan, maybe say something nice, that might help him improve faster!”
Rin glared, “Tch.” as his face scowled towards the brunette.
The pair called for a break. Isagi bent down, catching his breath and taking a drink from his water bottle.
Bachira kept talking, "Seriously, do you ever smile, or is the stick up your butt stuck there permanently?"
Isagi choked on his water, coughing and spitting it out.
Rin immediately snapped his head toward Bachira with a mean glare. “Shut it, bowlcut.”
“He was just joking!” Isagi cut in, half laughing. “I'm sure you have a beautiful smile-uh, not that I'm saying you don’t…. Never mind.”
Rin stared at him like he was considering all his life choices.
“Why am I with you losers?” he muttered.
Despite the rough start, Isagi steadily improved. Day by day he began keeping pace with Rin.
Even though he never won a match he learned how to adapt his combat style to him. Each session seemed to be better as he familiarized himself with the training.
Rin never complimented him, but the way he adjusted his strikes and stopped to explain basic movements meant he noticed Isagi’s progress.
(He also yelled at Bachira more or less.)
—-
“How's practice with Rin?” Chigiri asked, setting a food tray on their table.
“Hard,” Isagi admitted, “ but definitely getting better by the day.”
Reo nodded. “I can hear him yell across the hallway. He takes it seriously.”
“Oh, that's just because Bachira messes around a lot,” Isagi said quickly.
Bachira pouted, “Hey! No, Reo’s right. It's just sparring, but he acts like it's a deathmatch every time.”
“Wow, that sounds intense,” Chigiri commented.
Isagi shrugged. “Even though he's rude, I've learned a lot sparring with him… so it's worth it.”
Reo, Chigiri, and Bachira exchanged looks but did not argue.
—--
While Rin was busy helping Isagi improve his physical combat, Isagi held up his end of the deal. The pair stood inside the drift simulation pod.
Isagi tapped at the drift console. “So what's your biggest issue when you're in the simulation?”
“I don't have any issues,” Rin replied flatly.
Isagi blinked. “Well, you clearly do since you're in last place. Just tell me.”
Rin crossed his arms. “It's the tepid brain. I'm able to synchronize with it, but once we start the combat sequence, I fall out of alignment.”
“Okay,” Isagi paused, “So what happens right before that?”
Rin tensed, jaw tightening, “Nothing,”
Liar. Isagi thought but decided not to pry.
“Okay, let's try this: before every simulation battle, maybe do something that helps clear your mind?”
“I already do yoga.”
Isagi looked surprised. “You do yoga?”
“Yes, every night before bed, it's my cool-down routine. Builds discipline."
“Ohh, so that's why you always come back late to the dorm hall.”
Rin rolled his eyes. “So you’re suggesting I do yoga before simulation battles now?”
“I mean it couldn't hurt,” Isagi replied, “Drifting for me is easier when I'm relaxed. Once I'm aligned, I'm able to focus just on the fight.”
Rin doesn't speak for a while.
“Fine,“ he sighed. “We’ll give your lukewarm idea a shot.”
—-
One late night, Isagi was heading back to his dorm after hanging out with Kunigami in the common room. As he passed by the hallway toward the gym, a dim light glowed in the back of the studio. Curious, he walked in only to see Rin alone in the room.
The dark-haired boy's eyes were closed, his body steady in a low lunge pose.
Isagi paused at the doorway, “Huh. You actually do yoga late at night,” he announced, surprised.
Rin doesn't look up. “Obviously.”
Isagi stepped in and sat cross-legged next to him, watching. “For some reason, you don't give off yoga vibes.”
Rin shifted smoothly into a scorpion pose and gave him a sideways look.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
Isagi stood up, grinning as he tried to mimic the pose. “You just seem more like the type to beat the living shit out of a punching bag.”
Rin didn't move. “What are you doing?”
“Joining you.” Isagi said casually, arms wobbling in place, “How hard can this possibly be?”
“You’re going to mess up, stupid.” Rin snapped
Isagi rolled his eyes. “You really need to learn how to stop being so rude. How old are you anyway?”
“Sixteen, lukewarm.”
“Hey, I'm older than you! Show some respect-”
He lost his balance mid-sentence and crashed forward with a thud, landing in a tangled heap beside Rin, who was now visibly annoyed and slightly squished underneath him.
“I'm going to kill you.” Rin scowled.
Isagi scrambled off in a panic. “Okay, okay- sorry.”
Rin pushed the older off of him with a huff and reset into a new pose.
After a moment, he muttered, “Why don't you go bother the other idiot?”
Isagi raised a brow, “Bachira? He's actually busy tonight .”
Rin did not respond. Isagi stayed seated, watching Rin in silence as he changed from one position to the next. The mood settled, air softening with the quiet rhythm of breath and motion.
They didn't speak again. Both boys embraced the silence, not minding the other's presence.
It was moments like these that made Isagi realize- being around Rin wasn't so bad.
—-
After training one night, Isagi and Rin walked back from the sparring room, sweat still clinging to their skin. The hallway lights buzzed softly as they made their way across.
“Looks like we missed dinner,” Isagi said, glancing at the time. “Wanna grab something from the dining hall before it closes?”
Rin gave him a side-eye like he’d just offered poison. “That crap is all leftovers. It doesn't even count as food.”
“So is that a yes?” Isagi grinned.
A pause. Then Rin sighed, “Fine.”
They sat across from each other in the near-empty cafeteria, trays of bland food between them. Isagi poked at his rice before gazing up.
“Any progress with your drift aptitude score?”
Rin shrugged. “I can hold the neural handshake longer now. But I still fall out of alignment sometimes.”
Isagi tapped on his chopsticks against the table, in thought. “Do you chase the Rabbit?"
Rin’s eyes flicked to him, then down to his tray. He remained silent.
Isagi took the hint and shifted the conversation. “So… you've mentioned wanting to beat Sae Itoshi. He’s your brother, right?”
“Yes.” Rin didn't look up. “Once I become a pilot, I'll show him that I'm better.”
Isagi blinked. “Are you guys on bad terms or something?”
Rin clicked his tongue. “Not really. Once I achieve my goal, our relationship will fix itself.”
Isagi leaned back, watching him. “Ah, that's why you train so hard every day.”
Rin didn't respond.
“Well,” Isagi said with a small smile, “Then I guess I'll keep chasing you, too. So I can keep getting stronger.”
Rin raised a brow, caught off guard. “Whatever. You’re still nothing compared to me.”
Isagi sighed. “Yea, yea, but I have been doing pretty good, right?”
Rin paused. “That one point you scored on me, you were able to read my movements and slip into my blind spot. But that won't happen again.”
“Heh. You’ll see.” Isagi smirked. “We’ll keep using each other until we reach the next phase. I’m going to surpass you one day. You’re my rival, y’know.”
Rin ignored him, taking a bite of his food.
Isagi tried again. “Have you ever tried getting to know the other cadets? Your drift aptitude might go up if you form real connections.”
“I have no interest in other lukewarm people,” Rin stated bluntly. “It doesn't matter who my co-pilot will be. I'll still be the best.”
“That's not how it works,” Isagi said, exasperated. “You heard the marshall. It's about compatibility. If you’re not drift compatible with anyone, you won't get picked.”
“Not my problem is no one can keep up with me,” Rin replied flatly, “If someone is strong enough, it’ll happen.”
Isagi rolled his eyes and finished his food in silence.
At the end of the dining hall, three familiar figures passed by and then stopped in the corridor.
“Wait, Isagi and Rin?” Chigiri questioned.
“I think so,” Reo said, tilting his head.
“Didn't know Rin had friends.” Nagi mumbles, head resting on Reo's neck.
The trio eyed them in surprised glances while they continued down the hall.
“Who knows?” Chigiri said with a smirk. “Maybe they are.”
“If anyone can deal with Rin,” Reo paused, “It would be him.”
—-
A month passed in a blur of drills, tests, and never-ending sparring sessions with Rin.
The combat ring echoed with the sound of bare feet hitting the mat. Rin and Isagi moved like water and lightning. Sharp and reactive, yet flowed in a rhythm only they understood. Isagi ducked a hook, twisted to the side, and jabbed forward. Rin deflected and countered with a high kick that Isagi narrowly avoided.
They had come a long way since their first match.
Isagi panted, sweat rolling down his neck as he reset his stance. A month ago, he could barely land a hit. Now, he was holding his own. Dodging and reading Rin’s fighting style like a reflex. Sometimes, he even found an opening and struck back.
He pushed forward and landed a clean hit against Rin's shoulder.
Rin blinked once, registering the contact. Then, straightened out, brushing imaginary dust from the spot.
“That's another point for me,” Isagi said smugly, “See how much better I’ve gotten?”
“Of course you got better,” Rin replied coolly, "You've been sparring with me.”
“Geez, you're so humble,” Isagi sarcastically shot back, hands on his hips.
Rin gave him a deadpan stare. “You’re still beneath me. But not as useless anymore.”
“Oh?” Isagi lifted a brow, “So I've upgraded to semi-useful? That almost sounds like a compliment.”
Rin turned, walking past him without another word.
Isagi followed, a small smile tugging at his lips as they exited the Kwon room and stepped into the quiet hallway. The overhead lights casted long shadows on the concrete floor.
A familiar figure approached, attention focused on a tablet.
“Captain.” Isagi greeted.
“Yo.” Aiku glanced up, eyeing them both with an easy smile. “You two seem close now, huh? Didn't think you’d survive each other this long.”
Rin tsked. “Barley.”
“I'm impressed.” Aiku began, ignoring Rin’s tone. “You two have been making good progress. Looks like all the time training together is starting to pay off.”
He paused, letting the compliment hang before continuing.
“Just a heads up, tomorrow in class. The Marshall is announcing the drift compatibility test.”
Isagi blinked. “Already?”
Aiku nodded. “This is it. If you pass, you move forward to the Ranger track. You fail…” he shrugged “Not my problem.”
Isagi briefly looked at Rin, but the younger boy’s face didn't shift.
“Rest up,” Aiku added as he turned to leave. “Tomorrow’s when everything gets real- if you’re ready.”
As the instructor disappeared down the corridor, silence settled between the pair.
Isagi exhaled. “Drift compatibility testing, huh?”
Rin didn't respond. He simply stared straight ahead, eyes unreadable.
Isagi didn't push.
They walked back in silence, side by side. Tomorrow, everything would change.
Chapter 8: Starting Line
Notes:
i love reading the comments! Thank you for all the support.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The Kwoon room had never been this full.
Cadets from all groups filled the mats, each lined up in rows. The sharp clack of staff weapons colliding echoed over the dull murmur of chatter. The atmosphere buzzed with adrenaline, tension, and anticipation. Everyone hyper-aware this wasn't just another day of training, but the test that would decide who made it to Phase Two.
Up on the second-floor observation deck, Marshall Ego stood with his arms crossed. Besides him stood Aiku and Anri. His eyes swept over the room like a hawk, observing each match with careful consideration. Below, officers instructed cadets and called out their names and organized the matches.
Isagi stretched out his arms, loosening his grip on the staff as he glanced across the room.
Ego's words from earlier in the morning played in his head.
“All cadets will now be tested for drift compatibility. So far you have been in combat and simulation training. Now we will see if any of you have the potential to match with another candidate. This test will determine who advances into the Ranger track. We have based matches on individuals in your class, similar combat rankings, and simulator scores.
Staff sparring will reveal prospective alignment. The ability to adapt, anticipate and flow with another. This isn't about winning. It's about dialogue. Moving as one.”
The weapon in Isagi’s hands was smooth, worn from years of use. But today, the weight felt heavier than usual. Pressure from the expectations carved into the wood itself.
The matches began one by one.
Isagi watched from the sidelines as cadets were paired together and sparred. He recognized a few familiar faces.
Chigiri and Kuigami took the floor. Their sparring was fast paced, charged by Kunigami's brute strength met by Chigir's fast footwork. They reacted to each other with no flaws, each move stuck back and forward, their gazes locked on each other.
The next match Isagi watched was Reo and Nagi. Reo's fighting style was balanced, grounded and technical, different from the other who moved like he was barely trying. Nagi first started with lazy movements and Reo responded by pressing harder.
Something clicked. As they continued Nagi’s pace picked up and slowly got more serious. Their moves went into a smooth rhythm as they swayed, dodged and shifted in harmony.
If anyone could bring out Nagi’s full potential, it was Reo.
Nearby, another pair stepped forward. One had spiky dark purple hair, and a mole under his left eye. His opponent was tall with cyan-blue hair softly falling on his face and a soft expression.
The match was distinctive. The crow-haired boy had sharp eyes, each move calculated, like he was constantly analyzing his opponent. The other answered with calm, but intentional attacks back. Like every movement was planned before execution.
“Thats Tabito Karasu,” a voice said beside Isagi, eyes glued on the match. “One of the top ranked cadets in Class 4 I heard.”
Isagi turned to face the voice. He had curly brown hair, wide eyes and glasses.
“Hes good.” Isagi replied.
“The other one is Yo Hiori. They seem pretty compatible but they also knew each other before going into the program.”
“Hmm.” Isagi nodded
“Kenyu Yukimiya. Class 5,” the brunette introduced himself with a smile.
“Yoichi Isagi, Class 3.”
Before Yukimiya could reply, another voice chimed in behind them. “Class 3? You’re with Rin Itoshi, right?"
They turn sound and face a boy with a friendly face, wearing a headband.
“Yea, i am “
“Wow, that's so cool, I heard he's number one overall for combat rankings.” He grinned.
“Nijiro Nanase, Class 4.”
As the matches rolled on, Isagi continued to get to know Yukimiya and Nanase, falling into an easy conversation. They watched the sparring and Nanase commented on a few cadets.
“That guy, with the green streak in his hair is Eita Otoya, he's in class 4 as well.” Nanse noted. “He’s in my class. He and Karasu are close friends, they’ll probably be compatible.”
Isagi watched Otoya's movements. His style of fighting was stealthy, delicate and nimble. Like a shadow weaving between attacks. A contrast to Karasu’s analytic style.
The pair sparred while laughing and bickering, but their rhythm never broke.
Suddenly a loud crack startled the boys flinching.
They whipped their heads around to see a chaotic match.
One cadet was lying on the ground, shielding himself with his staff as another cadet struck furiously down at him. Isagi recognized the one whimpering on the floor. It was Igagaru.
Above him, stood his attacker. He was tan tall and had spiky blond hair with faded pink tips. His grin was deranged, eyes wild with thrill.
“Thats Shidou.” Yukimiya whispered. “Hes completely unhinged, always starts fights for no reason.”
An instructor quickly intervened, blocking Shidou’s next strike. “Not compatible”
Shidou twirled his staff and sneered, “Anyone who can't keep up with my explosions can just die." He cackled as he walked off the mat without a care.
“His fighting style is just pure aggression.” Yukimiya spoke again, “I highly doubt he will find a compatible partner.”
Nanase's eyes widened “There are some crazy people here. Huh?”
Before Isagi could agree a sharp voice interrupted.
“Yoichi Isagi, you are up” an instructor called.
He blinked and grabbed his staff.
“Oh, it looks like you're up against Kira.” Nanase spoke. “Class 2, he's pretty high on the rankings.”
Isagi walked forward onto the mat, meeting his opponent. Kira had white hair, and a sharp polished smile. He extended a hand casually.
“Let's have fun.” Kira said with an easy tone.
They bowed and the batch began.
At first, Isagi struggled. Kira’s movements were fast, clean and aloof. He stuck with practiced rhythm, confident and smug. But then Isagi adjusted. He remembered sparring with Rin- the intensity, and pressure. Kira’s movements, while sharp, lacked unpredictability.
Isagi began to read his patterns. Then counter them. He struck back and gained ground, soon having the upper hand.
The match ended with Isagi 2 points ahead.
“Not compatible,” the instructor confirmed.
Isagi shrugged, stepping back and offering a hand to Kira, “Good match.”
Kira didn't take it. His usual smile had disappeared, replaced by a tight lip frown and a narrowed expression
“Sure. But that was just a warmup for me.” he pointedly replied
Isagi blinked. “Huh?”
Kira raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting.
“I wasn’t in my game. You just got lucky.” He replied in a condescending tone.
Isagi frowned, startled by the change in attitude.
He leaned in, voice lowering. “Sure, you beat me now, but someone as plain as you won't make it far.”
Kira turned and walked away without another glance. His face changed back into a casual smile.
Isagi shook his head in disbelief. What the hell is that guy's problem?
“Next up, Meguru Bachira.” The instructor barked.
Isagi perked up immediately. He turned just in time to see Bachira bouncing his way to the mat, staff spinning loosely in hand.
“Yo Isagii,” Bachira beamed, “Ready to spar?”
“Always,” Isagi grinned, shaking off the bitter interaction from his last match. “I saw you earlier with Rin, how was that?”
“Mhm,” Bachira shugged “Fine but we weren't compatible. Nobody has actually been.”
Isagi hummed, unsurprised but thoughtful. “I figured.”
They took their positions, staffs at the ready. The instructor gave a signal and the match began.
Unlike the other sparring rounds, theirs was chaotic but somehow still balanced. Fluid motion of swings and quick feints. Bachira giggled as he danced around the mat. The pair bounced off each other, Isagi swung high as the other ducked low. A rhythm that matched a game where only they understood.
Bachira got to the last point with a wide grin on his face.
“Compatible.”
Isagi rose up, excited from the match and result.
“That was funn." Bachira sang.
“Yea, guess we would make a pretty good team huh?” Isagi smiled.
Bachira hesitated. Eyes holding Isagi's gaze.
“Actually…” he scratched at his cheek, looking a little sheepish. “Im transferring divisions.”
Isagi blinked. “What?”
“All those nights I've been busy,” Bachira began, voice softening. “I was with Dr. Kurona in the Kaiju research laboratory. It's more my thing y’know?”
Isagi stared at him, “You really don't want to be a pilot?”
“Yea.” Bachira sighed and gave a small smile. “Piloting seems exciting but this is what clicks. Like something only I can do.”
Isagi exhaled slowly “Well I guess that makes sense. You’ve always been weird about the Kaiju.”
Bachira beamed, "I'm more suited for that kind of work, maybe now I can find a way to stop them.”
“I'm happy for you.” Isagi chuckled, but a hint of sadness lingered in the air.
Bachira gave him a soft squeeze on the shoulder, “You’ll find someone, Isagi. Someone who is your other half, don't worry about it.”
Then just like that he bounced off the mat like nothing had changed. Isagi felt the space beside him a little emptier than before. He joined the brunette back on the sidelines, mind spacing off.
“Rin Itoshi. You’re up.”
This time Ego's distinct voice echoed from above the room.
Rin stepped into the ring, silent wearing the same stone expression.
That match before had been swift. Each cadet paired with him knocked out before they could score a point.
Another fail. Another incompatibility.
He gripped the staff in his hand.
Isagi knew deep down, Rin’s frustrations were probably boiling.
“Yoichi Isagi.”
Isagi perked his head up, glancing at Ego, “Wait-me?”
Bachira gave him a nudge, “Good luck.”
Rin faced toward him, bored. The same as the other times they sparred with each other.
“This will be over soon.”
Isagi stepped up with a gin. “This time it’ll be different, I'm not dialing back my moves.”
A small pause. Rin’s posture adjusted, eyes sharpening. “Then neither will I.”
They took up their positions, bodies low, staff held loosely but ready. In the moment, their eyes locked on to each other and the room faded.
No audience. No instructor. Just them.
Isagi’s heart pounded. He didn't know why.
Sparring with Rin was natural by now, considering how often they trained together. But he couldn't explain why his body buzzed like static.
They stilled for a long moment.
Then Isagi struck first, clean and fast. His staff swung straight down, landing just above Rin’s head before he could react.
“One- Zero,” Isagi announced, stepping back.
Rin didn't respond. He just exhaled.
Then he moved.
His next swing was brutal. Fast, low, then a follow up strike to Isagi’s face. Isagi blocked the first blow, but Rin had already anticipated it. His staff stopped centimeters from Isagi’s forehead.
“One- one,” Rin calmly stated.
They reset.
This time they moved at the same time. Their staff clashed midair, again and again. Strike, Block. Twist. Counter. They spun through the ring like storm currents, neither giving the other more than a moment to breathe.
Rin swung high. Isagi deflected downward then shoved forward trying to knock the weapon out. Rin pivoted, dropped low and swept his leg out as Isagi jumped back.
They circled. Rin caught him on the side. Isagi winced.
“Two- One.” Rin said, stepping back, breathing harder now.
From the sidelines, murmurs began.
“Someone is actually keeping up with Itoshi.”
“Nobody lasted this long with him…”
Isagi shook his arms and stretched them out. “Is that all you got?” he taunted.
Rin's eye’s narrowed. “Hardly.”
In the next set, Isagi started the charge.
His staff cut through the air in a series of fast strikes, pushing Rin to block upward. Rin’s counters came at a faster pace, less mechanical and more instinctive. Their bodies moved in unified, breath to breath mirroring footwork force and movement.
This was different from their past practices. They weren't just fighting but falling into a natural sync.
Isagi spun under Rin’s weapon and drove forward. Rin shoved back hard and Isagi used the momentum, letting himself drop and roll. He kicked Rin's legs from under.
Rin fell back but his staff was ready and raised.
Isagi followed through flipping over him and his weapon fell just a short of Rin's throat.
They froze.
His body was hovered over the taller boy, legs braced, hands on the staff.
Rin was pinned underneath him.
Each breath came long and gruff. Sweat dripped down their figures.
Two-Two, Isagi wanted to say.
But his is eyes locked onto Rins and stopped.
Rin's chest heaved. Teal eyes stared straight back.
For a split second Isagi forgot about the fight.
The point he just scored.
Everything around him except the boy infront of him.
His breath caught. Heart skipped a beat.
Isagi swallowed hard. For some reason he couldn't look away- completely captivated by Rin's presence.
Then a hand twitched under his own.
Isagi suddenly snapped out of it. He quickly scrambled off, cheeks red, avoiding eye contact.
He stood up to reposition for the next set.
“Stop.”
Ego’s voice rang out. The older man made his way down from the deck. His voice was blunt and decisive.
“Compatible.”
Isagi jerked his head up. “Wait, we didn't finish?”
Rin slowly got to his feet, brushing himself off, unbothered.
Ego didn't elaborate. “Next pair, come up.”
As Rin passed by him, he didn't look at Isagi, but his voice was low as he spoke. “Looks like you will still be chasing after me, lukewarm.”
Isagi stared after him, his heart still racing. He was unsure if it was from the match or something else.
—-
By the time testing had finished, the sun had dipped past the upper windows of the Shatterdome.
Isagi sat cross-legged on the gym beside Bachira, Yukimiya, and a handful of other cadets. Most were chatting and waiting anxiously for their results. The tense atmosphere had faded as the sparring finished up.
“Isagi, I can’t believe you are compatible with Rin Itoshi.” Nanase gushed, “What if you get paired together? Imagine having a co-pilot like him.”
“I don't even know if I passed yet,” Isagi replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
Bachira tilted his head. “You definitely did, you were compatible with more than one person.”
Isagi hums, his mind looping back to his other matches.
While some like Kira were deemed incompatible, his match with Hiori was surprisingly.
Even though it was their first time meeting, their spar was natural. Hiori’s calm and collected movements responded in sync to Isagi’s. The cyan-haired boy was also a lot nicer after Isagi won the match.
Yukimiya crossed his arms, “If you don't pass this round, you can join later. There's always another year.”
Before anyone could say more, a sharp voice cut through
“Ahem”
Everyone looked up. Attention focused on Ego as he cleared his throat.
“This concludes the compatibility testing. Once my associates and I have reviewed all scores and data, we will announce the top cadets who have been selected into the next phase of the Ranger track.
If your name is not on the list, you can either transfer divisions or remain in cadet training for another year.”
The announcement hung in the air like a final bell. Isagi and the rest of the cadets filed out and made their way to the cafeteria. He grabbed a tray of food and sat at his usual table.
“Bachira, I heard you're transferring to the Science and Research division?” Chigiri asked
“Yep!” Bachira grinned. “ I’ve been working on Kaiju data with Dr. Kurona. It's more exciting than I expected.”
“Sounds promising," Kunigami said.
“Too bad for Isagi, “ Reo added .“You guys were deemed drift compatible. ”
Isagi looked up with a soft smile. “It's alright. I'm happy for Bachira. He found something he really enjoys.”
“I guess,” Reo shrugged.
“He doesn't need to worry,” Chigiri cut in. “Isagi matched with Rin and Hiori from class 5.”
“Damn, Isagi, your compatibility range is wide.” Kunigami praised.
“Thanks, guys.” Isagi exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Still kind of nervous for the results.”
“Finding other compatibilities is such a pain…” Nagi muttered, forehead resting against the table.
Chigiri shakes his head. “You’re just lucky you have Reo. He's the only person you matched with.”
Nagi just shrugged and closed his eyes.
“Results will be out tomorrow, right?” Bachira asked.
“Yeah probably,” Kungami replied. “The Marshall wants new pilots on standby as soon as possible. There's no time to waste.”
Reo nodded. “We’ll make it. I'm sure of it. After that-” he grinned, ruffling Nagi's hair “-we're going to be busting Kaiju ass in no time.”
They finished their dinner and drifted back to the dorms. Isagi showered, got ready for bed, and climbed under the covers. The adrenaline from earlier was gone, replaced by exhaustion. He let sleep overtake him.
—--
“Isagi, Isagi, wake up!” Bachira's voice rang out.
Isagi groaned, pulling his blankets over his head. “Bachira, why are you screaming? We still have an hour before we need to get up.”
“Results are out.” Kungami’s voice followed, sitting upright on his bed.
“The list was sent out to our tablets,” Chirgir added, already holding his out. He handed it to Isagi.
Still half asleep, Isagi rubbed his eyes, blinking against the screen’s glow as it came to focus.
He clicked on the notification and began scrolling.
Cadets eligible for Phase 2: Ranger Track
1. Rin Itoshi
Of course. First place, as always.
2. Ryusei Shidou
Wait. Wasn't that the crazy tan guy? How’d he rank second?
3. Tabito Karasu
4. Eita Otoya
Right, those two. They had distinct fighting styles.
5. Kenyu Yukimiya
6. Seishiro Nagi
7. Hyoma Chigiri
8. Reo Mikage
9. Rensuke Kunigami
Isagi’s lips curled. Looks like the rest of them made it, too.
10. Meguru Bachira
Guess Ego will be disappointed that he's transferring out… or maybe not.
11. Yo Hiori
12. Yoichi Isagi
There it was. His name at the very bottom. For a second, he just stared at it, mouth slightly open.
Bachira whooped beside him, throwing an arm around his neck. “Told you!”
“Damn…” Isagi exhaled slowly, eyes scanning the list again.
He had made it. After all that work from training and testing. It had finally paid off.
He was going to be a Jaeger Pilot.
Notes:
The drift compatibility test in this chapter is heavily influenced by Mako and Raleigh's sparr in pacific rim!
I'll link the scene here if anyone is interested in checking it out:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7i4pNsqnls
Chapter 9: Through the Drift
Notes:
uhh so there might be some grammer mistakes, ill be going back to edit them out lol
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“She definitely wants me,” Otoya grinned, holding up his tablet out to the group. “Said she recognized me from a sparring video.”
Karasu rolled his eyes. “Sure, dumbass. She probably saw a clip of you getting knocked out.”
Two weeks had gone by in Phase 2. The cadets who qualified for the Ranger track now only trained exclusively with each other under Ego’s strict schedule. Out of the twelve who made it through, only ten remained- Yukimiya had transferred to a different division, like Bachira.
The rest of them were now sparring in the Kwoon room in pairs. The air buzzed with movement, grunts, and the thuds of bodies.
“Uh, weren't you talking to a girl named Hina like 3 days ago?” Chigri ducked out of the ring after a session with Reo. His cheeks were flushed, hair stuck to his neck
Otoya pursed his lips. “Yeah. She turned out to be crazy, but this one's different.”
“Really?” Karasu deapaned. “That's what you say about all of them.”
Chigiri snorted, reaching his pocket for a hair tie. When he didn't find one, he looked to Reo.
“You got an extra?”
Before Reo could answer, Kunigami walked up and tossed him a white headband.
“Here, this should work.”
“Aw,” Chigiri teased, sliding it up on his forehead. “You’re such a thoughtful stud.”
Kungiami's ears flushed red.
“Otoya, how do you even find these girls?” Karasu shook his head
“Easy, I tell them I'm a pilot. “
“Not yet,” Reo spoke up as he walked over to Nagi, who was lying flat on the padded floor.
The snow-haired boy cracked an eye open when Reo nudged his leg. “Did I miss anything?”
“Just Otoya oversharing again.”
Isagi exhaled as he and Hirori circled one another on the spar ring, practicing basic takedown forms. Hiroi’s movement mirrored Isagi's in a reactive position.
Across the room, Rin and Shidou were paired together, and it was not going well.
Their sparring didn't look like training but more like a feral fight.
“Oh, you almost got me there, eyelashes. Too bad you suck!” Shidou laughed as he dodged a swing from Rin.
“Shut up, Antenna freak,” Rin growled back
Each of their moves was sharper and more aggressive than it needed to be. Rin's expression was slowly getting more and more annoyed while Shidou just grinned, taunting him.
“At this rate, I'll be coming for your number one spot. Better watch out, Rin-Rin.”
“I'll crush you, you half-baked bug.”
Isagi turned his gaze back onto his own match, facing Hiori.
“You think they’ll ever get along?” Hiori asked under his breath.
Isagi shrugged. “It's already been two weeks, definitely not.”
“Too bad Aiku isn't here to watch over.” Reo chimed in, walking with his arms crossed. “Who knows what'll happen if they cause a scene again?”
“Mission out to Hong Kong?” Kunigami asked, wrapping tape around his hands.
“Yeah, deployed two days ago,” Reo answered, glancing at the door.
“I heard it was a Category four,” Hiori said quietly.
“Mhmm. Seems like more of them are coming out”
‘We’ll be ready.” Kungami states. “There's a reason Ego picked us. We're going to end the war.”
Karasu smirked, “Guess Otoya’s going to be even more popular with the ladies?”
“What can I say?” Otoya grinned, “I'm a total catch.”
Isagi snickered as he and Hiori walked out of their sparring ring. His mind wandered back to Bachira's words over a month ago. The possibility of a double event in the near future. Hopefully, Kunigami was right. Hopefully, they will be prepared.
—---
“Rookies, today will be your first drift connection test.” Ego’s voice echoed. “We’ll be conducting the neural handshake with potential partners.”
He paced slowly across the floor, tablet connected to the screen monitors above flickering with live data.
“Remember when you are in the drift, don’t chase the Rabbit, acronym for Random Access Brain impulse Triggers. Let the memories flow past, stay in the silence. Do not latch on. When you feel your partner's presence, don't reject it. You will naturally sync together and connect. Their emotions, thoughts, everything. Once both hemispheres are aligned, the connection will stabilize.”
Isagi nodded, the words replying in his brain.
Just let the memories flow past, stay in the silence.
“The first pair up will be Rin Itoshi.” Ego’s eyes gazed on his tablet, “and Yoichi Isagi.”
Goosebumps prickled along Isagi’s arms. He and Rin stepped forward to the simulation headset, unhooking it from the wall mounts.
He slid it over his head, feeling the cool texture against his face. The muffled hiss of the door closed the room behind him. On his right, Rin’s eyes were already closed, face calm and focused.
Isagi took a deep breath, forcing his body to relax.
"Initiating Neural Handshake"
3…2…1…
The world tightened. Pressure crept up Isagi’s forehead. A deep warmth rising behind his eyes- then his consciousness was yanked backward, like an invisible force had dragged him into a bottomless pit.
The headspace formed slowly in the endless void, and another presence followed. Heavy. Distinct. Cold.
Isagi could feel Rin next to him.
Then came the memories of his childhood.
His mother makes Kintsuba in the kitchen. Playing football with friends under a hot summer sun. Seeing Noel Noa on TV for the first time.
They flowed past in a gentle current, slipping into the dark.
Rin's memories came next.
Sitting beside Sae, sharing a popsicle. The brothers running barefoot on a beach, laughter carried by the wind. A birthday morning surrounded by toys and wrapping paper.
Isagi tried to keep up. But Rin’s presence was overwhelming. Like a storm at sea, waves are constantly crashing.
Isagi felt like his mind was getting ripped apart. He fought to stay afloat, not drown under the tide.
He adjusted to Rins' pressure, found the rhythm of his mind, thoughts, and emotions, letting himself hover high enough to breathe.
More memories flew past.
Rin at school.
An alarm blaring.
A thunderous crash- walls collapsing in a cloud of dust.
Bright Blue eyes ominously staring down.
Suddenly, the connection jolted. Rin shoved him away, ejecting Isagi from the memory.
Focus. Don't chase the Rabbit.
Isagi gasped as the fragments dissolved into the background, and Rin’s presence solidified again. Their heartbeats thumped in unison. The disorientation faded as the link held steady.
"Left and Right Hemisphere Calibrated"
The connection wasn't anything Isagi thought it would be. Having someone else in your head was raw. Exposed. Every thought felt like it could spill into the ocean if he wasn't careful.
“Wow… this feels weird.”
Silence.
“Rin, I think it worked!”
“Yeah, I can hear you, dumbass.”
“So this is what drifting feels like… How are you holding up?”
“Fine.”
"Neural Handshake- Weak but Holding"
“It's strange, being in each other's heads huh?”
More Silence. The kind that felt heavy.
“Rin, are you sure you're okay? I can feel yo-”
“Shut up. I told you I'm fin-”
Something cracked.
Isagi’s mind jerked, and the reel of memories tore through, flashing past.
Rin at school. Sitting in class. Crying quietly into his hands.
Rin—?
"Warning. Right Hemisphere out of alignment"
Isagi blinked. The simulation room dissolved, replaced by the smell of smoke and the crackle of fire.
He was standing in a small classroom, half of its walls blown open to the demolished city outside. Sirens wailed somewhere far off, shrill and endless. Dust hung heavy in the air, settling over collapsed desks and shattered glass.
A soft, broken sound reached him, quiet weeping.
Isagi made his way toward the crying. Under one of the remaining desks, a small boy sat hunched with his hands over his ears, trembling. His eyes softened upon recognizing the familiar frame.
“Rin! This is just a memory!” Isagi called out. His voice seemed to fall flat in the heavy air.
The boy didn't react.
"Neural Connection Unstable."
The floor rumbled. A deep, guttural roar ripped through the walls, so loud Isagi felt his body vibrate with it.
There, looming outside, stood a Kaiju. Its colossal size and jagged body towered over the school. Blue bioluminescent eyes cut through the smoke, looking at the classroom. The hiss of its breath filled every corner of space.
Isagi’s pulse spiked. He could feel it. Rin’s fear, sharp, suffocating, wrapping around his lungs.
The boy bolted from under the desk into the hallway.
Another roar shook the ground. The Kaiju’s head slammed into view as the ceiling tore off. Its giant claws above, casting a shadow as the Rin ran.
“Rin! This isn't real!” Isagi shouted, chasing after him.
I need to snap him out of the memory, he's chasing the Rabbit!
Rin tripped in the doorway. Frozen in fear. The monster was coming in.
“MOVE!”
A blur of another boy with magenta hair grabbed Rin’s arm. The two darted into a different room as the hallway collapsed behind with a deafening crash
“Nii-chan?”
“Get under here. It's a trapdoor we can hide under.” Sae whispered in a low voice, urgently nudging Rin under the entrance.
The Kaiju screamed out once again. Rin winced, grabbing Sae’s shoulder, burying his face into his brother's chest.
“It's okay,” Sae murmured, one hand braced against the trapdoor, the other on Rin’s back. “I won't let anything happen to you. Your big brother will always protect you.”
Slowly, Rins' breathing eased. The trembling faded.
Isagi felt Rin’s anxiety and fear slowly melt away as the two brothers hid. The Kaiju’s footsteps echoed away. Sae patted Rin's head.
Rin didn't move. His hand was still gripped on Saes' shoulder.
“We’re safe now. The Kaiju is gone.”
Rin didn't respond. His hand was slowly squeezing tighter, knuckles turning white.
Isagi felt something shift.
Hatred. Cold and heavy stirred within Rin. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed into a hard and bitter glare.
Just as the moment finished- "Neural Connection Terminated"
Isagi's senses snapped back like a rubber band. The noise, fire, and Kaiju, gone. Only the hollow buzz of the sim room remained, his head still ringing from the vivid experience.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Wh-what happened?”
The doors behind hissed open. Ego strode in, eyes locked on Rin with a serious expression.
“He chased the Rabbit,” Ego stated sternly. “Rin, you cannot bring that level of emotion into the drift.”
“Marshall, I have it under control,” Rin snapped back.
“Don't get snippy with me, cadet.” Ego’s voice cracked like a whip. “Figure it out, or you won't be a Pilot.”
Rin ripped off his helmet and set it down with a hard clack. A quiet tsk escaped him as he turned away, jaw tight.
Isagi's gaze followed him. Even with the drift severed, Rin’s emotions still clung to him, like static on his skin. And buried under all of it was the seething anger creeping up.
—--
"Neural Connection Successful"
Isagi and Hiori exchanged a grateful smile as their drift connection ended without incident. Stable. Easy
So far most connection tests had been stable. Chigiri matched well with Reo and Kunigami. Reo synced with Nagi and impressively managed to hold out with Shidou. Karasu passed with Hirori and Otoya. Nagi seemed to be compatible with Chigiri and Reo. Even Isagi’s runs were solid. He’d been successful with Kunigami, Hiori and Rin, though that one had ended abruptly.
“Alright, last pair,” Ego announced from the loudspeaker above. “Rin Itoshi and Ryusei Shidou.”
Hiori and Isagi disconnected their helmets and stepped out of the simulation chamber.
“Oho, Number One?” Shidou grinned in a mocking tone. “Let's get along, yea?”
Rin walked past him into the simulation room without a word.
“Don't ignore me,” Shiodu called after him. “We’re about to be inside each other's heads, you might not be able to handle my explosions.”
Rin glared back at Shidou, his voice dripped with disgust. “Dont get in my way, freak.”
Shidou barked a laugh as they settled into the pods.
Five minutes later, the muffled sound of scuffling echoed from inside. Rustiling and Banging followed after.
"Neural Connection Unsuccessful"
The doors hissed open, and Shidou barreled out with Rin shoving him hard to the floor.
“Stay out of my memories, you piece of trash.” Rin spat.
“I'm just trying to be a pilot.” Shidou snapped back. “Not my problem, you have brother issues.”
Rin’s eyes went cold before he swung for Shidou’s head.
“I'll kill you!”
Shidou ducked, kicking Rin hard in the head. Rin snarled and slammed his fist on Shidou's side.
“Oh headshot.” Nagi observed.
“The girls are fighting again!” Otoya called from the sidelines, smirking.
Karasu didn't even look up. “Whatever, if they take each other out, less competition."
Rin gets up, wiping his face as blood dripped down his nose.
“Get lost, pest.” he sneered
Shidou’s eyes widened in amusement as he lunged to grab Rin again. “Im going to crack your head open, brat.”
His body jumped forward only to convulse mid step and drop on the floor with a pained groan.
Ego stepped in, rubbing his temples like he’d aged ten years.
“Enough. I should have known better than to pair the two of you together. I can't believe I had to use the electric shock to stop this nonsense."
He sighed, mumbling to himself. “This is what happens when Aiku isn't here to keep you idiots in line.”
Isagi grimaced at the scene. “Electric shock?”
“Rin go to the Infirmary to get your injuries checked.” Ego said as he clicked on the tablet. “Take someone to go with you- doesn't matter who.”
Still on the floor, Rin got up slowly, shooting a glare at Shidou’s unconscious body before turning toward the exhibit.
“I’ll go with you,” Isagi said, walking towards Rin.
Rin didn't respond, but didn't refuse either.
The walk to the infirmary was silent and stiff. When they reached the sliding doors, a tall figure with long black hair stood waiting.
“You are not looking very glam,” the man said in a lofty tone. “I suppose you’ll need someone to patch up your face.”
Isagi glanced at Rin, who stayed silent.
“Yukimiya, we have patients! I’m Dr. Aryu, the head of the infirmary wing here on the Shatterdome. My assistant will take you to a room.”
Isagi recognized the other figure instantly. “Yukimiya, so this is where you transferred to?”
“Oh, Isagi?” Yukiumya smiled warmly. “Yeah, I’m working with Dr. Aryu now, helping with medical emergencies. You two can follow me.”
Isagi walked beside him while Rin trailed a step behind.
“So…” Yukimiya began, glancing back at Rin. “What exactly happened to your nose?”
Rin's answer was flat “The disgusting bug needs to die.”
“Ah- “ Isagi scratched his cheek. “He got in a fight with Shidou. The Marshall sent him here to get it checked out.”
“I see,” Yukimiya nodded. They reached an empty room. “You guys can wait here. I'll grab some cream and bandages.”
“Thanks!” Isagi grinned
“Of course. It’s my job.” Yukimiya replied with a soft smile, closing the door behind him.
Rin suddenly spoke up. “How do you know him?”
Isagi blinked. “We met during the compatibility test. He actually passed into phase two but transferred.”
“You seem close.”
“Really?” Isagi shrugged. “He's super nice and polite. Easy to talk to.”
Rin just stared at him.
Isagi hesitated. “Do you want to talk about what happened with Shidou?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“I saw your memories,” Isagi said bluntly. “It might help the drift if you-”
Rin asked, “Why do you care? It's none of your business.”
“It is my business.” Isagi shot back. “Especially if we have to go through that again.”
“I have it under control, stop worrying over something so trivial.”
Isagi sighed, “If you want to be a pilot, you need to trust me. I'm just looking out for you.”
Rin didn't reply.
Yukimiya returned with the supplies. “ Here- bandages and cream. It should heal in a couple of days.”
“Thanks again, Yukimiya.” Isagi bowed before they left
“Yes, I hope to see you around,” Yukimiya replied with a grin.
On the way back to the training room, Rin finally spoke. “Do you do that with everyone?”
“Huh?”
“Meddle in their business.”
“Um… I don't think so?”
Isagi gave him a look, then sighed, “I know you think I'm annoying. But if you open up more about what’s going on, the drift process will go smoother.”
Rin stopped walking and faced him fully. Isagi’s heartbeat picked up at the direct eye contact.
“Okay.”
Isagi stilled. Rin’s tone was completely serious. No rudeness, no sarcasm. Just agreement.
“...Okay,” Isagi repeated, a small grin tugging his lips.
Notes:
i finally got to Rin and Isagi's first drift. Wow that was hard to write but its done-
Updates might get a bit slower. Ty for the support and comments!
Chapter 10: Unspoken Habits
Notes:
Rinsagi centered chapter. Apologies for any grammar mistakes, i do not have a ghost reader so im just freeballing it. Enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
There- on our right- 2’ o'clock!
Wait for it to charge. Once it's off center, we knock it over.
The Kaiju in front roared. The sound rattled the ground under Jaeger's feet. Heat smoked from its open mouth as it barreled forward, every step cracking the pavement.
Hold… Hold…
Isagi waited for the other's signal.
“Now!” Rin called out
They lunged together, the jaeger's massive frame copying their momentum. Metal and Muscle clamped around the Kaiju’s leg mid-stride, using its weight to flip it hard onto its back.
“Engage Sword,” Isagi yelled out.
“Sword Deployment,” the AI chimed.
The right arm raised, locked into place, mimicking the pilot's movements. A blade ignited and dove down into the Kaiju’s abdomen in one clean motion. The creature’s shriek vibrated through the cockpit as it thrashed to roll upright.
A shadow flicked-
“Incoming! ”
The Kaiju’s tail slammed into the Jaeger's side like a battering ram, throwing them off balance. The harness dug into Isagis's shoulders as the rig tilted.
Shit. Isagi groaned, rubbing his side
C’mon. Get up
I am- just caught me on the shoulder
I have a plan to get rid of the tail. Don't fall behind
Okay. Got it
The Jaeger crouched low. Rin’s vision flashed through the bridge like a blueprint. Isagi didn't need words. He saw the sequence playing out in his mind and followed. The tail wrapped back around, aiming for the sword. The appendages on the end formed a clawlike form, snapping widely to dismantle the weapon.
Isagi raised his left arm; another blade slid out with a hiss. He positioned it under, and with one upward swing, it cut through the Kaiju's tail. Bright blue blood sprayed out onto the street. The beast’s screech turned feral as it launched itself at them, slamming the Jaeger into a half-collapsed building.
Isagi and Rin braced as they crashed, falling backward. Metal groaned around them- sparks flying in the con-pod. Now pinned below, the Kaiju aggressively snapped its jaws at the machine. They raised their arms just in time to block the attack.
“Adjust the torque!”
“On it!”
Isagi reached to the control panel in front and tapped on the screen. The AI voice lit back up in response.
“Torque Locked”
The machinery shifted as the motor locked into place. Isagi threw a punch, cracking the Kaiju’s skull. Rin followed with a crushing blow from the other side. The monster stumbled trying to recover.
“Let's end this.”
The Jaeger stood back up-both pilots raised their arms overhead. The final strike came down like a hammer, slamming the Kaiju’s head straight on the ground below. The impact rattling the chamber. Dust settled as Isagi saw the body lying still on the ground.
Heavy breathing filled the comms. Him and Rin let out a long sigh as they relaxed.
“Target Neutralized. Battle Simulation Complete”
The screens dissolved into black.
“Hey, better run this time.” Isagi chirped, glancing toward Rin.
“Sure,” Rin replied in a neutral tone.
They removed their helmets, stepping out of the pod. The monitor in the center of the room flickered to life with their stats.
Ego looked up from his computer, his sharp gaze locking onto the pair as they walked over.
“You completed the objective, the Kaiju is down.” His voice was flat. “But your drift connection was unstable.”
“We're doing better now,” Isagi countered, “Compared to our first battles-.”
Ego cut him off with a sigh. “In a real fight, losing alignment for a moment can be the difference between losing the battle. Or your life. Staying stable is not optional.”
Rin ran a hand through his hair, eyes narrowing.
“Marshall,” Isagi tried again. “We've been working on it. By the next run, there won't be any more issues.”
Ego’s gaze shifted to Rin. “Do you have anything to say?”
“I won't have any problems when I'm out there killing Kaiju,” Rin replied, clipped and indifferent.
“That's if you are picked to pilot a Jaeger.” Ego tilted his head. “Until you prove you can stabilize your emotions, don't assume you will be out there.”
Rin’s hands clenched, the annoyance settling across his face, but he said nothing. Isagi, on the other hand couldn’t hold back.
“Rin is the best fighter here,” Isagi spoke up again. “It doesn't make sense to-”
“Dismissed,” Ego interrupted, returning his attention to the monitors.
Isagi sighed in defeat.
They headed back into the main area, where Otoya, Kungiami, and Chigiri were waiting. Rin drifted off to the side, arms crossed in a blank expression.
“Nice job there,” Kunigami said with a grin. “You two have one of the most synchronized attack patterns I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, thanks.” Isagi replied, "Honestly, I credit Rin; he's the one pulling the moves together. I can barely keep up.”
Chigiri tilted his head. “Still pretty impressive, Me and Kunigami can’t take a Kaiju in record time like that.”
“Princess,” Kunigami sighed, “that's because you are never in a rush during battles.”
“Hey.” Chigiri playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “I don't need to when I have you as a partner- you can take care of the rest.”
Another pod hissed open, and two more people emerged- or more like one giant blob with Reo carrying Nagi on his back.
“How was it?” Otoya asked.
“Good,” Reo replied with a tired smile. “We successfully neutralized the Kaiju. It took us a while. Nagi wanted to take a nap.”
“Take a nap? Chigiri laughed. “What are you going to do in a real battle- have a sleeping contest?”
Nagi muffled from Reo’s back. “I'm so achy from all the simulation runs we've been doing. It's making me tired.”
“You speaking facts Nagi,” Otoya nods, “between debriefs, combat practice, lectures, and simulation training- my brain is pretty fried.”
“Your brain is always fried.” A voice shouts from the end of the room. Karasu peeks his head over as he and Hiori exit their pod.
Isagi chucked under his breath, the easy banter pulling some of the tension from his shoulders. They’ve been in overdrive for weeks. Every mistake analyzed and replayed until it was ingrained in their muscle memory. But like Aiku had said before, once you were out in the field, failing wasn’t an option. There were no second chances.
Somewhere along those weeks, something had changed between him and Rin.
The sharp edges of their previous interactions had dulled. Rin still spoke with detached bluntness, carrying himself like he was one step ahead of everyone else. But the hostility had thinned.
Like Rin had agreed, he started to be more communicative, and their drift process had slowly improved. Isagi thought back to one of their earlier sessions- when he was still learning to adjust to Rin's presence. They had just synced, and the simulation trial loaded into place…
Left and Right Hemisphere Calibrated
Isagi felt the pull of the drift, thoughts snapping into place with Rin’s.
Alright, let's do this.
Focus. Keep your guard up.
Isagi rolled his eyes.
I'm not going to fall behind! What, you're scared or something?
The only thing I'm scared of is being in the same room with you and bowl-cut.
Aww, it's okay, Rin. if you need to hold my hand you can. I'll protect you~
I feel like throwing up now
If you're going to puke, aim away from me.
As they positioned themselves, Isagi felt Rin’s presence falter.
Are you good?
I'm fine. Pay attention
Isagi felt the thread of their connection strain.
Rin, your thoughts are pulling out again. Stay with me-
–i̵̻͂l̷̬̍l̶̰̓͌̅ ̴̠̯͛p̷̛̞ṙ̵̦̞ͅo̶̅͋̓ͅt̴̞̤̂̉ě̴̤x̸̦̣̾̈́̍ṯ̷͝ ̴͓̍̐ẙ̴̡̡̈̉ͅỗ̴̤͝..u̶͖̜̲̅͛
The words glitched, warped in their minds, bleeding through their neural connection.
–i̶̧̝̖͕͆͊̌̈́̂͌̏̑͘͘͝ļ̴̜̰͔̥͖͎̏̉̊̊̆͛́̊̅̇͛͝ͅl̷̢̡̫̙̹̝͎̝͕̹̠̭̺͎̣͒̅͆̿͌͒̉̎͠… ̶̧̨̯̖̩̮͎̥̞̥̹̪̻̜̗̖͈͖̉̆̀̏̈́̿̿̓̓͌̒͋͑̋͜͠͠p̴̧̧̠͖̲̰̱̹̹͔̤͒́̈́̌͐̓͒̾͗́̈́͝r̸̬̹̬̳͇̫̖̗͍̖̿̾̉̒ͅơ̸̡̹̬̰̦̺͚̞͈̗͙̤̙̘̠͇̗̳͆͐̇̋̔̓́͆̎̈̐̍̊̔͋͘͜͠t̷̡̧͎̦͚͉͖̠̯̱̳̜̩͎̻̮̬̀̆͒̋̍͊̿̀̚͠e̷͓͙̭̗͔͍͖̦̱̙͆̓́́̾̀͂̎̋̔̿̆͋͊͝͝_x̶̛̫̦̺͙̱̼͇̩͍͕̠͈͙͇̏́͐͊̃͑̔ť̶̡̞̖̔̏̽̅͋͛͂̄̒̊͆̇͑̏͜ͅ ̶̨̠̖̻̫͎͈̺̻̈̈́̎͐̎̈̌͆̂̈̚͘y̸̢̢̖̖̣͉͍̥͋́͛̀̈́̓͆̈̔͆̒͠͝ͅo̶͇̻̤̳̔͌̇̓͌̍͆̓͌́͗ŭ̶̡̡̨͇̩̙̰͔͍͎̘̩̠̺̙̰͔̪̈͘
Rin! Don't chase the Ra-
—---ĭ̵̜̩̺̲͚̯͂̂̆͌̄̈͋̈́̄̈͗̈́̔̍̚͜ḻ̷̛̣̟̭͎̭̦͔͎̹̿͒͌̊̂̿̽̃͌͛́͂́̀̆͆̎̈́͆̈́͒͋̐͆͆̐̒̍̿̽̆͘͘ļ̴̢̨̨̧̛̥̳̙̣̱͕͍̯̱͎̦͚̙̘̰͎͖̲̼͍̘̯̰̀̂̃̇͒͗͋͗̿͑͑̿͋̈́̔̄̚̚ͅ ̵̛̱̖̻͎̲̮̊̑̒̾̀̎̒́̈͐͠…p̸͎̖͛̽̈́̎͆͋̒́͐̊͆̓̓́͒̊̆̕r̸̡̨̡̢̠͇̲̜̤̘̺̜͙͓͇̤̼̬̣̦̘̜̠̬̪͇͖̩̤̥̠͎̼̺̠̦̓̊͐́͐͋̀̈́̄̈́͐̋͒̄̇̐̏̈́̓̒̒͆̈́͘͜͝o̶̪̱̦̟͚̫̩͉̠̫͈͓̮̤͇͙̺͈̪̹͚̒̋͋̔̐̀̈́̑̊̓͆̔̅̈͜͠͠ͅt̷̟̪̪̱̾́_ë̷̡̡̛͙̮͙̘̲̮̥̳̭̩͖̣̱̤͓̯̜̞͇̦̲̺̹̝́͊̄̌̈́̇̀̾͌͗́͂̚̕̚͜͜͝x̶̧̛̖̖̹̥͇̩̦̻̹̒̌̋̀̀̿̾̄̑͗̆̎͌̿͐̅͌̿͑͂̓̈͋͘͝t̶̡̢̥̮͇̖̰͎͉̣͖͖̠͍̼̖̤͉͉̗̞̪̫̪̤̝̺̪͈̟̺̖͉̲̟̯̠͒̑̈́̿̍͜ͅ ̷̢̭͍̬̜̜̞͎͈͍̗͚̮͍̪̮͉͖͖͙̮̞̣͔̙͙͓̰̹̹͖̳͓͚̩͔̻̌ͅÿ̶̢̛͔͔̠̰̭̪̺̺͖̗̤̙͔̞̫̬̲̖̥̩̻̓́́͊͑̎̄̅͋̇̀̏̍̂̓̊̀̂̅̊͐͒͘͝͝͝ȏ̵̰̳̳̞̺̉̇͛̊́̑̇̐͗͆̎͌̽̇͒͗̚̕͘..ū̶̧̨̡̙̞̳͔̪̠͔͇͖̩̰͔̞̗͙̲͓͖̺̻͎͎̞͕̫͕̥̤͍̦͓̥͕̜̦̜͍͑̑̎͛̇̓̽̃̌̾͛̽͝͝ͅ
Then came a flicker- Isagi’s voice overlapping with another, younger and warmer.
The drift faded, dragging them back into Rin’s childhood memories.
“Ill protect you.”
Rin’s eyes squinted at the sunlight breaking through, hand shading his eyes as the horizon burned orange and pink. Sae reached down and gently patted his head. His fingers lightly brushed through his brother's messy hair.
“I'll be back soon.” Sae said with a warm smile. “In a few years, you’ll have a Jaeger pilot for a brother.”
Rin leaned against Saes's shoulder, wide-eyed. “I can't go with you?”
“No,” Sae shook his head. “You just wait here for me.”
“Okay.” Rin nodded, his chest tightened with both pride and longing. “You're going to kill all the Kaiju, yeah?”
The older one raised a brow. “I'll be stopping the Kaiju attacks -making sure people don't get hurt. ”
“Maybe one day I can be out there with you, ni-chan.”
“There's no need.” Sae turned his head, and he smiled softly. “I'll make sure you’re never scared again, Rin. No matter what, I’ll protect you.”
The warmth of that memory slowly faded. A sense of bittersweet sorrow and pride lingered from Rin. Isagi could feel how much Rin admired his brother. How much he missed him.
—---
“You comin’ to dinner with us?” Hiori asked as they stretched in the Kwon room.
“Huh-?” Isagi blinked, snapping back to reality. “Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.”
Karasu leaned over and lightly flicked his forehead. “What got your little head all bundled up, huh?”
“Karasu,” Hiori gave a disapproving look.
“What? He’s been spacing out a lot -more than Nagi.” Karasu shrugged
“My bad, guys.” Isagi exhaled, “Just thinking about my connection test with Rin earlier today.”
Karasu tilted his head. “It's not easy to hold and synchronize with him- total control freak in the drift.”
“I know.” Isagi sighs. “We’ve been working on it, but the Marshall doesn't think it's enough.”
Hiori raised a brow. “You two have been going to the simulation room almost every day, maybe takin’ a break is a good idea?”
Isagi paused, meeting Hiori’s gaze, “You’re probably right but if we want to get stronger, we have to keep pushing… or else all of this is for nothing.”
—--
Later that evening, after dinner with Hiori, Karasu and a few others in the group, Isagi found himself wandering the halls with a quiet sense of purpose. He decided to look for Rin, something that had become almost a habit lately. The younger always seemed to slip away after training, and more often than not, Isagi knew exactly where to find him.
“Rin?” he called from the entrance, peaking his head into the studio. “Are you here?”
“Lower your voice. No need to yell,” came a blunt reply.
Isagi chuckled, stepping inside and dropping on a mat beside him. “Do you ever answer my questions?”
“Do you ever stop talking nonsense?”
“I don't talk nonsense.”
“Yes, you do. Especially when you're with a bob cut.” Rin gave him a sidelong look before shifting to a lunge.
“Like when?”
“Like always,”
“Prove it. You're just saying things with no evidence.” Isagi argued back playfully.
Rin deadpanned, eyes closing as he drew in a deep breath. “I don't need to prove myself to you.”
“Yeah, you're right. You don't.” Isagi agreed with a huff. His gaze drifted over to Rins' upright, yet relaxed posture.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Rin spoke up again.
“That night, months back, you and Bobcut lied about where you were coming from.”
“Huh?”
“You losers were talking nonsense about where you were that night.”
“What are yo- Oh.” Isagi realized which night he meant. “We weren't lying,” he said, trying to sound convincing.
“Really? So you went to the bay knowing it was closed?”
“Y’know what, you can't be talking about how much stuff you hide.”
“Ah, deflection.” Rin hummed. “Classic move when someone is caught lying.”
“Alright, you think you're funny now?” Isagi shot back
A faint grin tugged at Rin’s lips. “No, you're just a moron,” he calmly replied, a subtle softness under the words.
Isagi was going to drop it, but felt his stomach flutter.
“We snuck into the laboratory,” he admitted in a low voice.
“Sounds dumb,”
“And Bachira found something…not good.” His tone shifted, heavier. “Dr. Kurona predicted a double event soon,” Isagi finished. “And maybe more after.”
“That’s impossible,” Rin said, eyes narrowing as he moved into another stretch.
“It's not. The Marshall was serious and told us not to tell anyone.” Isagi rubbed the back of his head. “Even if it was just a theory.”
“There’s never been two Kaiju crossing the breach in the past 13 years.”
“Guess that’s why it's so confidential.” Isagi shrugged. “He doesn't want people freaking out and causing panic.”
“So why did you tell me?” This time, Rin looked over, his eyes locking onto Isagi’s.
Isagi’s heart skipped a beat. It was the same rush he felt during their drift compatibility test.
“I… trust you.” He said lightly. “You might be a grade A dick sometimes- but I've made it to the second phase because of all the training we did together.”
Rin didn't respond at first. He just left his gaze on him before turning his back.
“Speaking nonsense again,” Rin muttered.
Isagi smiled softly before standing up, “ I'm heading back to the dorms, don't stay up too late.” He gave a lazy wave on his way out.
Rin stilled, motionless in the same position, but his gaze momentarily lingered at the doorway.
—---
A red dot blinked on the holographic map, inching toward Taiwan’s coastline.
“A stray category 3 Kaiju, codename Yamarashi ,” Ego said, eyes narrowing at the display. “Gispy Danger will take point with Bracer Phoenix behind.”
“Copy that, on route to target.” Aiku’s voice crackled through the comms.
From the back of LOOCENT, Isagi and the rest of the cadets watched. The control room sat high above the jaeger bay, every console managed by officers calling out telemetry and weapon stats. Holograms shifted in real time. The coastline was shrinking as the jaegers closed in. This is where the missions were operated. Today, the cadets observed one in real time, taking notes on how they were run. Soon, one day, it would be their turn.
“Command to Gipsy. We will have Striker on standby if anything goes south.” Officer Kiyora said into his headset.
“Are the rookies in the room with us?” Aiku’s voice came again.
“Ranger, focus on the mission,” Kiyora shot back dryly. “ETA is 5 minutes. Stand by to engage.”
On the main display, the two Jaegers closed the gap. A second later, Nio’s voice cut in.
“Bracer to command, sensors picking up movement.”
The feed shifted to visual, displaying the scene from Gipsy and Bracer’s line of sight. Yamarashi lumbered into frame- four long, blade-like spines protruding out of its back, a head shaped somewhere between shark and crocodile, long, scaled arms ending in webbed claws.
Isagi’s eyes widened at the creature. That thing is huge.
“Keep at a distance,” Nikko ordered from his console. “Advise to use long-range weapons”
“Copy that. Firing cannons.”
Isagi watched as the scene unfolded. Bracer Phoenix's chest cavity split open, unleashing three missiles. They streaked across the water and slammed into the Kaiju, fire and smoke erupting on impact.
“Oh nice, direct hit,” Nagi murmured beside Isagi.
But as the smoke cleared, Yamarashi was still standing.
“Kaiju is unharmed.” Kiyora reported. “Gispy and Bracer- switch to close-range attacks.”
“Understood, deploying close-range weaponry.”
“If I were up there, my explosions would be bigger.” Shiodou grinned, leaning back on the chair, slightly tilting it above ground. “That would have done the job.”
“The only thing that would be bigger is your head,” Rin muttered under his breath.
Ah, not again . Isagi groaned inwardly.
“Hah? What did you say, eyelashes?” Shidou craned his neck.
“Stop talking like you are actually a pilot,” Rin replied coldly.
“You guys need to chill out.” Karasu sighed. “Seriously, drop the beef.”
Shidou only laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Well Rin- Rin here thinks he would be better than me. Shame we all know that’s impossible with his drift history.”
Rin’s body snapped up, glaring daggers across the room. He stalked forward, only for Kunigami and Hiori to grab his arms.
Shidou reacted by standing up to his feet, back straightening. Reo quickly stepped in, arms raised.
“You wanna pick a fight with me again? I’ll crack your head open for real this time.”
Rin seethed, fists clenching, and an ugly line caved deep into his brow. “You need to learn your place, you disgusting bug.”
“Guys, stop. You two are going to get into trouble again.” Isagi warned, his voice sharper than usual.
Ego’s attention was still fixed on the screens in front. The battle ensuing in the background.
Bracer Phoenix swung its massive M-19 morning star, smashing it into the Kaiju's armoured hide. Gipsy Danger followed up with a round of plasma shots.
Rin gave Shidou one last murderous glare before letting out a harsh “tch.” He wrenched free from Kunigami and Hiori and slumped back into his spot.
Isagi exhaled quietly in relief, giving the two a grateful nod.
“Sit down, Shidou,” Reo advised. “Unless you want the Marshall to shock you again.”
That got a pause, then Shiodu smirked and dropped back into his chair. “Heh. Guess not.”
The cadets turned their attention back to the fight. On-screen Bracer staggered but pressed on, hammering blow after blow until Gipsy’s final strike brought Yamarashi crashing into the waves.
“Gispsy to command. Kaiju is neutralized.” Sendo’s voice was confirmed through the comms.
The room erupted in applause, cadets wide-eyed as the water swallowed the massive corpse.
“Bracer took some heavy damage on the left arm,” Nio’s voice cut in. "Requesting repairs immediately."
“I'll notify the mechanics when you return to base,” Ego replied, adjusting his glasses. “Nikko, inform Barou to prepare his team."
Finally, he turned around to face the rookies. His gaze was silent but heavy.
“Tell me,” he said evenly, “what did you observe in the battle?”
Reo answered first, “Kaiju was a category 3. Long-range weapons were ineffective.”
“It had thick armour and four-bladed spikes,” Karasu added. “Used physical attacks relying on its strength to fight.”
Ego nodded, “What else?”
“Bracer Phoenix weaponry was effective in close combat,” Isagi said carefully. “But if Gipsy had assessed the situation faster, Bracer wouldn’t have taken critical damage.”
Ego gave an approving look, a faint grin tugging his lips. “Correct. If the pilots had proper communication, coordinated attacks during the battle, the flight would have had a better outcome.”
He turned back, facing the bay, “Dismissed. Training will resume tomorrow morning.”
The others made their way out of the room. Isagi trailed behind, following the group back into the common space. He caught sight of Rin turning in the opposite direction. Without really thinking, he followed, ignoring the questioning looks from Hiori and Karasu as Rin’s figure disappeared outside.
The night air was cool. Wind’s breeze by with a hint of salt and the distant roar of waves crashing against the Shatterdome walls. The black sky was clear, showing the stars glinting above.
Isagi shivered and quickened his pace, spotting Rin perched on a low ledge that overlooked the ocean.
“Rin!” he called.
Rin jerked, shoulders stiffening. “What are you doing here, moron?”
“Making sure you don't fall off and drown,” Isagi smiled, walking up beside him.
“The only idiot who’d manage that is you.”
“I wouldn't. I’ve taken swimming lessons.” Isagi countered.
“You don't look like you know how to swim.”
“I'm not amazing or anything,” Isagi replied, relaxing as he looked at the sky, “Playing football was more my thing anyway.”
That drew Rin’s eyes, a spark of curiosity. “You played football?”
“Mhmm, since I was a kid. But after the Kaiju attacks, I wanted to become a Jaeger pilot instead.” He glanced sideways. “What about you? Did you play?”
“Yeah. My brother and I dreamed of going pro.” Rin’s expression softened for a brief moment, “Winning the World Cup together.”
Isagi broke into a wide grin. “No way. I wanted that too!”
“Like you would ever make it to the big leagues. You’re lukewarm at best.”
“You call me lukewarm at everything,” Isagi sighed. “I'm guessing it changed after Sae was recruited?
That made Rin blink. Isagi realized too late- they’d never really spoken about what they’d seen in each other's memories during drift tests.
“Oh-sorry.” We don't have to t-.”
“Yeah.” Rin cut in, gaze locked on the dark horizon. “After Sae left to be a pilot, I waited, hoping I could follow him someday. When he returned, he was already deemed a prodigy. Youngest person in the program to become a Ranger. “
Isagi didn't say anything. He just listened. The conversation was carried out by the rhythm of the waves and chilly air.
“But something changed in him.” Rin’s voice faltered. “He was colder. Distant.”
As he continued, his tone turned sharp. “Then he left again. Said Japan was a shit country and no one here was good enough to be his co-pilot.”
Rin let out a long exhale. “I'll prove him wrong. Show him I have what it takes to become a pilot. Then he’ll finally acknowledge me again.”
“Maybe he was trying to protect you?” Isagi said quietly.
Rin shook his head. “No. He transferred to Spain right after without even saying goodbye. In his eyes, I wasn't even worth waiting for.”
“You are.” Isagi replied, his voice hitching as a light breeze tickled his skin and goosebumps trickled up his arms, “More than enough. Besides, I'll always be chasing after you.”
Rin glanced at him, eyes narrowing as they skimmed Isagi’s frame. “You’re shivering, dumbass.”
“Huh? Oh, I'm fine-”
Before he could finish, Rin pulled off his jacket and shoved it against his chest with a soft, irritated “Tch.”
“Put it on before you get sick then spread it to me,” he scolded.
Isagi froze and looked down at the material in his hands, then back up to Rin, with a crooked smile. Rin kept his head turned, facing the ocean.
“Thanks,” he murmured, slipping into the jacket. The fabric hung loose, sleeves brushing his hands, carrying a crisp lavender scent with a hint of sandalwood and mint.
Rin stayed silent, eyes still stubbornly fixed on the view in front. His stiff posture screamed Don’t bother me , but Isagi caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth- like he was holding something back.
Isagi turned toward the ocean too, letting the quiet stretch. The waves crashed steadily and unchanging, crisp air breezing by.
Despite the cold, he didn't feel it at all. The jacket helped, keeping him insulated, but something else lingered- heat rising from his chest, spreading across his cheeks. He felt Rin beside him, close and steady. However, his usual rigid and intense demeanor had gone away. For the first time, Isagi caught himself wondering if being near Rin had always felt this warm.
Notes:
some little details!
- Rin is on the right hemisphere & isagi is on the left
-LOCCENT Mission Control: or Local Command Center- a communication center in the Shatterdome, responsible for the deployment of the Jaegers.
-Nikko transferred to this department
-Bracer Phoenix is the 3-pilot jaeger
Chapter 11: Fractured Silence
Notes:
school just started back, so my update schedule is going to be slower. Enjoy! (O.0)
Chapter Text
The elevator door slid open with a ding, releasing a blast of cool, filtered air that made Isagi unconsciously tug his jacket higher and zip it up to his chin. He stepped into the Research and Science wing, pushing through the doors, only to immediately scrunch his nose at the sharp chemical tang in the air. The laboratory stretched wide before him, incubators glowing faintly. His gaze swept the room in time to catch something Kaiju-related fly across and land on the floor with a wet thud.
Isagi grimaced. “Bachira? Are you here?”
“Eh? Isagi?” A familiar voice rang out. A mop of messy hair and a pair of oversized goggles appeared from behind a counter.
“I came to say hi,” Isagi said with a small smile.
“And here I thought you forgot about me.” Bachra grinned, bouncing over, in a lab coat streaked with stains, gloves on his hands. Isagi instinctively backed up.
“Dude. Change out of those disgusting Kaiju-infested clothes before coming near me.”
“Oops. My bad!” Bachira tugged at his lab coat and threw it somewhere in the room with zero shame.
They settled into easy conversation, Bachria rolling lazily back and forth in a spin chair. “So how's the second phase?”
“Tiring,” Isagi admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, “We’ve been running tons of simulations, but good for the most part.”
“Who are you drift compatible with?”
“Kunigami. Hiori, too- we’ve actually got one of the smoothest connections in class. And Rin.”
That earned him an immediate spark in Bachira’s eyes. He leaned forward, a mischievous grin curling his mouth. “Rin huh? I’ve heard you two are besties now~”
“What? From who?” Isagi’s brow shot up.
“Oh y’know,” Bachira sang, twirling in his chair. “A little birdie here and there.”
“That's absurd. Rin would probably punch me if he heard the word ‘besties. ’”
“Mmm and yet…” Bachira tipped his head, pupils gleaming with amusement. “You two are always together, a lot more than usual.”
Isagi hesitated, then gave a reluctant shrug, “I guess. But it's mostly for training. To help stabilize our drift connection.”
“Sure, sure,” Bachira’s tone dripped with disbelief. “Then whose jacket are you wearing?”
Isagi froze. His gaze dropped to the navy zip-up hanging loosely on his frame. It took him a moment to even remember when he’d put it on.
“It's not what it looks like,” he said quickly. “I must’ve grabbed the wrong one on my way out.”
Bachira’s laugh bubbled out, delighted as he clasped Isagi’s on the shoulder. “You're telling me you didn't notice Itoshi stitched across the back?”
“No-i mean yes, but i don't know!” Isagi flailed, arms waving.
In his defense, Rin had shoved it at him weeks ago, and after that night, he’d tossed it aside in the closet. Somehow, he forgot about it until now. “You think I'd wear his jacket in public on purpose? He’d kill me.”
“That doesn't even explain why you have it in the first place.”
“Ugh, he gave it to me so I wouldn't get him sick.” Isagi deadpanned. “I just forgot to return it. With training. It slipped my mind.”
“Whatever you say~.” Bachira spun on his chair, a shit eating grin forming on his face.
Isagi rolled his eyes, deciding not to argue, knowing Bachira wouldn't change his mind no matter what he told him. “Anyway. What about you? Having fun dissecting the Kaiju?”
“Yup.” Bachira nodded, “Doc and I have gotten a lot of new data. With the most recent Kaiju transfer, we were lucky enough to preserve its secondary brain mostly undamaged.”
“Oh, Yamarashi?” Isagi recalled. “Is that part important or something?”
Bachira pauses, eyes drifting with a flattened tone. “Mmm… not exactly. But it could be.”
“Okay?” Isagi tilted his head, catching the drop in his friend's voice. “What are you planning to do with it?”
“Well, it's not really a group thing. More like I think it could be useful.”
“So you're saying Dr. Kurona isn’t on the same page as you?”
Bachira’s eyes snapped back to him- wide, unblinking, almost fevered. “I have a way. To prove the double event will happen.”
Isagi stilled.
“The doc’s math checks out.” Bachira continued, springing from his chair. “But without hard evidence, we can’t just present it outside of Ego.”
He slapped a button on the console. A holographic projection bloomed above them, the breach outline displaying a blue glow. “If a double event happens, the traffic might stabilize the passageway.”
The projection zoomed in. “Here’s us,” Bachira pointed near the top, “And this is the Kaiju’s realm on the other side. The passageway between?”
He pinched two fingers together as glowing lines formed a bridge. “That's what we call the throat.”
Isagi squinted, trying to keep up. “So if Kurona’s theory is right, the throat expands during the double event.”
“Exactly.” Bachira tapped again- an image of a bomb slid down the hologram tunnel. “Which means this-” his fingers snapped, initiating an explosion, “-could actually collapse the breach.”
Isagi followed along slowly. “So the plan is to drop a bomb in the breach once it stabilizes?"
“Correct.” Bachira’s eyes gleamed.
Isagi frowned, pointing back to the incubation units. “What does any of this have to do with your Kaiju brain?”
“Ah, that's where things get tricky.” The brunette beckoned him toward the back. He lifted two samples from the counter.
“Look. This one- harvested ten years ago from a Category 1.” He raised the sample in his right hand. “And this one, from Yamarashi- four weeks ago.”
Isagi leaned closer, eyes narrowing. “They’re… the same?”
“Exactly.” Bachira’s voice rang with delight. “Why would a category 1 Kaiju from ten years ago have the exact same DNA as a Category 3? Shouldn’t they be different? Stronger? That's how we scale them!"
“Okay, I get your point. If they are evolving, why haven't their genes changed?”
“It's so weird, right?” Bachira practically skipped to a murky containment tube where the brain floated in pale fluid. He pressed his palms to the glass.
“We have barely scratched the surface with these creatures. So many unanswered questions.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “But there's a way.”
Isagi’s brow furrowed.
Bachira tapped the tube, eyes captivated by the organ inside. “Like how you drift with another person.”
The realization hit Isagi like ice water. His stomach turned. “You’re insane-”
“Yes,” Bachira agreed instantly. “But it could work. I could solve everything- no more hypotheticals. A real plan to win this war.”
“You can’t drift with a Kaiju,” Isagi's voice strained. “That’s impossible. The neural load would fry your brain.”
“You don't know that,” he shrugged calmly. “And it's not like I'd try the whole thing, just a small part- the frontal lobe.”
“Still, it's not safe.” Isagi shook his head. “You’d get yourself killed.”
The other sighed, “Yeah, that's what Doc and Ego both said.”
Isagi stared at his friend, concern swept across his face. “Bachira, I knew you were crazy, but not that crazy.” He exhaled and then squeezed his shoulder. “You will find another way to figure this out, okay? This one isn't worth the risk.”
Bachira stood, his body unmoving as his voice quieted. “I hope so…because time is running out.”
—-
Isagi spotted Hiori’s long arm waving from across the room. Sliding in late, he was relieved to see a seat saved for him.
“Thanks for that,” Isagi said as he dropped down beside him.
“No worries, what was holdin’ you?”
“Just catching up with Bachira in the lab. Accidentally lost track of time.”
“Bachira, huh? How's the bee doin’?” Karasu cut in from the other side, leaning across the row behind with that ever-present smirk.
“Same as always,” Isagi replied, “Doing his thing.”
“Good, Good.” Karasu nodded knowingly. “He nearly lost his mind when the last Kaiju corpse came in.”
“Anything Kaiju related will get him excited.” Isagi agreed, half-smiling.
Hiori shrugged with a blank expression, causing Karasu to elbow him lightly. “Meanwhile, this guy is rarely excited about anything.”
“What’s there to be excited about?” Hiori softly stated. “The world’s endin’.”
“Wow.” Isagi blinked. “That's very uplifting of you.”
Karasu snorted, a deep laugh rumbling out as he slapped the chair. “He's not wrong, though. More of those freaky monsters keep comin’ out stronger.”
“What about being a pilot?” Isagi pressed. “You made it to the Ranger track- that has to mean something?”
The cyan-haired boy shrugged. “I mean, it wasn't my choice. My parents were the ones who enlisted me, so here I am.”
Karasu threw an arm around his shoulder, his body pressing in closer towards the two. “Don't let his whole 'nonchalant' act fool you, Isagi. Yo might not have the passion, but he's going to be one hell of a pilot."
Hiori glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, exhaling a deep sigh. But Isagi caught his lingering gaze on Karasu.
Two figures then entered the room, striding toward the group. Ego, who stood at the front waiting, clasped his hands together.
“Now that the Rangers are here, we can begin.” He clicked on his computer, and the projection lit up of the class with their names listed out.
You’ll each submit a ranking of who you’d want to partner with as a potential co-pilot. I will review your choices alongside my own evaluations to determine each team in the last phase. They will be due tomorrow.”
A small ring echoed on the cadets' tablets as they received the notification link.
“Rangers Aiku and Sendou will be here to talk about their experience and answer any questions you have. I will be taking my leave. If you submit a blank list, then I will decide for myself who your potential co-pilot will be."
With that, Ego stepped away, and attention turned to the two pilots, casually resting on chairs.
Aiku crossed his arms, smirking. “I guess I'll start. When I was a cadet, I wanted to be a reliable teammate, always having my partners' backs. Pairing with Sendou seemed like a no-brainer.”
Sendou gave him a half-grin. “Our fighting styles meshed well, and we had one of the highest simulation scores. Plus, it was either me or Sae.”
The name shifted the air as the class perked up. Isagi caught Rin stiffening in front, a frown forming on his face.
“Sae Itoshi? You guys trained together?” Reo asked intrigued
“Yup, but he graduated earlier than us.” Aiku nodded. “A real genius pilot- wonder how Spain's treating him.”
“Shitty, I hope,” Rin muttered in an irritated tone, arms crossed.
Sendou leaned in, scratching his head as he eyed the rookies. “I’ve actually heard a rumor that he doesn't have a consistent co-pilot.”
The cadets exchanged glances, and Kunigami spoke. “Like he switches out partners?”
“Yeah. Different person every mission. Never the same co-pilot twice.”
“That's absurd.” Karasu cut in. “How do they even find that many people who are compatible with him?”
“His range is that wide,” Aiku explained. “He’s basically compatible with anyone. But nobody is good enough to stay as his partner. All dropped after one mission.”
“Not only that, his record is off the charts,” Sedou added. “The PPDC won’t throw away that kind of talent.”
“Seems like a waste of time to me.” Rin bluntly stated, eyes narrowed. “If he were really a genius, he would’ve already found someone.”
The captain gave him a concerned look before directing the conversation. “The point is, when you are ranking people, pick someone you fully trust. In the field, both of you will have your lives at stake. It's important to understand your co-pilot is your other half, and without them, you are nothing.”
The class nodded as they looked back down at their tablets. Different conversations broke out across the room.
“Toya, I know you are rankin’ me first.” Karasu teased as he looked over to his friend.
“What makes you say that?” Otoya rolled his eyes. “I might pick Chigiri.”
“Hell no,” Chigiri shot back instantly, “All you think about is girls.”
“See!” Karasu laughed. “No one else can deal with your ass in the drift.”
Isagi glanced at Hiori, who was calmly scrolling. “Any idea who you’ll pick?”
“Mm, not sure.” Hiori shrugged. “Honestly, I would be fine with Karasu or you. We sync well enough.”
“Yeah, that's true,” Isagi admitted.
“But if I'm not chosen on a team, I don't really mind either.” Hiori’s eyes lifted back, curious. “What about you, Isagi?”
Isagi paused, mind spinning. The answer hovered on the tip of his tongue. Before he answered the question, movement at the corner of his vision caught him. Rin’s figure was leaving the room.
He stood up immediately, eyes tracking the boy. “Uh-shoot, one sec.” He stumbled into his chair as it toppled over behind him.
“Rin-Wait!” Isagi called, catching up.
Rin stopped and turned, facing Isagi in his usual detached manner.
“Here,” Isagi held out the folded jacket, “I figured you wanted this back. Sorry, I forgot to return it.”
Rin took it with a curt nod. “It's fine. Did you wash it at least?”
“Oh-uh…” Isagi scratched his cheek, then quickly yanked the item back. “Tomorrow. I’ll give it back to you.”
Rin’s brow queried, “So you're stealing my jacket after you already returned it?”
“No. I just-.” Isagi gave a sheepish grin, “I'll wash it tonight. So you won't have to worry about it being ‘clean’.”
For a second, Rin stilled. Something flickered across his eyes before he sighed. “So tepid.”
He took a step closer, leaning in, causing Isagi to back up instinctively. The proximity set Isagi's heart fluttering, but before he could process it, Rin’s hand rose toward his face.
Isagi shut his eyes, caught between nerves and anticipation. A small sting landed on his forehead.
“Ow- what the hell?” Isagi blinked, rubbing the spot as Rin’s hand retreated.
“I expect my jacket to be washed and cleaned by tomorrow,” Rin turned on his heel without waiting for a reply.
Isagi stood frozen in the hall, jacket clutched in his hands, unsure how to react while his heart beat a little faster.
—-
“Thanks, hero.” Chigiri chirps as Kunigami takes his tray off the table.
Kunigami gave a short nod in acknowledgement, walking toward the bin.
“Kunigami, you mind taking mine?” Otoya called, leaning at the table.
The ginger shrugged, “Sure, if you're finished.”
The dining hall was quieter than usual, and most of the cadets were already gone. Isagi sat among the handful still lingering, pushing his food around without much appetite
“You two will definitely be partners,” Otoya said, tipping his chin at the Chigiri. “Act like a married couple and everything.”
Chigiri smirks, “Kunigami is the best co-pilot for me, no doubt.”
“When do you think we will finally test with the Jaegers?” Isagi asked, still poking at his tray.
“Probably soon,” Chigiri answered. “Since the Marshall is already arranging teams.”
“I can't wait.” Otoya grinned, his chair leaning back as his hands rested behind his head. “Imagine me with the Pilot uniform- I’ll look so badass. Maybe even bag an A-list celebrity girlfriend.”
Kunigami returned, sitting back down at their table. “So Karasu’s your first pick?”
“Yup,” he replied, emphasizing the p, “and you two have decided, which leaves Isagi. What about you?”
Isagi hesitated, the question heavy on his mind.
“Rin or Hiori, right?” Chigiri cut in.
Isagi blinked. “Huh? How’d you know?”
“You and Hiori have a stable connection; he easily matches your compatibility. No issues when you're in the drift.” Chigiri explained, eyes flickering, “But if you want to explore your unknown potential as a pilot, that’s Rin.”
“Yeah.” Isagi agreed with a long exhale, “Hiori is reliable. With Rin, sometimes it feels like I might burn out halfway.”
His voice trailed off. The table slipped into a brief silence as Isagi finished.
“Well, you still have a few hours left.” Otoya shrugged. “Or you can let Ego pick.”
Isagi hummed faintly, but his thoughts drifted off elsewhere. Piercing teal eyes, sharp words, and the way Rin made him feel like he was standing at the edge of something he wasn't sure he was ready for.
—--
Headed back to the dorms, Isagi slowed as he noticed Reo sitting in the common room. The taller boy was hunched over his tablet, eyes fixed on the screen. But his demeanor seemed unfocused, his expression unusually dull.
“Reo, hey,” Isagi called as he walked over. “Are you still deciding on your list?”
Reo looked up, “Yeah.. I'm having some trouble.”
“Really?” Isagi sat beside him, surprised. “I thought you and Nagi were set together?”
“I was planning on that.” Reo’s voice dropped lower, shoulders slumping, “But now I'm having second thoughts.”
“Oh, why?” Isagi asked with concern.
Reo let out a sigh and brushed his bangs out of his face. “When we first came here, Nagi didn't care about anything. But he's grown a lot more. Sometimes I feel like he’s leaving me behind.”
“Leaving you behind?” Isagi frowned. “He's like dependent on you.”
“That's just how he acts.” Reo let out a dry laugh. “Truth is, he has way more potential than me. And sometimes in the drift, it feels like I’m the one slowing him down.”
Isagi stayed quiet, his chest tightening. He understood where Reo was coming from.
“So I'm stuck.” He admitted, voice softening as his eyes dropped back to the tablet. “I don't want to let go after everything we’ve been through together, but I'm scared I'll mess up. I don't know if I can handle losing him.”
Isagi inhaled slowly. “I feel the same-”
Reo lifted his head slightly, eyes curious.
“To me… Rin is like that.”
The confession slipped out before Isagi could stop it. He opened his own tablet, fingers hovering for only a moment before tapping Rin’s name,
“If we don't fight together, Rin might go beyond somewhere I can’t reach. That’s the one thing I don't want to regret.”
A small smile formed as he pressed confirm.
The person I want to stand beside is you, Rin. You keep pushing me to become stronger.
“There,” Isagi said out loud, setting the tablet down. “Thanks, Reo. You helped me make my decision. I'm going to prove this choice isn’t wrong.”
Reo’s eyes widened, "Then I'm glad we talked.”
“Yeah.” Isagi smiled back, feeling lighter now. “It’s getting late- I've got to pick up my laundry. See you tomorrow?”
Reo rose from his seat, stretching. “I'll tag along. We can head back together."
The two of them made their way toward the laundry room, carrying on a quiet conversation. The hum of the hallway was lulling, the dim lights flickering on the side.
Then a blaring alert buzzed on their tablets.
“Code Red.”
The words flashed brightly across their screens. Both of them familiar with the warning. Code Red- Breach movement.
They froze for a heartbeat before sprinting out toward the Bay. Officers spilled from adjoining corridors, all converging in different directions. Isagi spotted a few of his classmates in the crowd, making their way to the same destination. The air was thick with the pounding of boots and the shrill wail of alarms guiding them across the base.
By the time Isagi and Reo pushed through the doors into LOOCENT, the control center was alive with motion. Screens flickered, operators shouted, and the low rumble of machinery under the chaos.
At the front, Ego stood motionless, hands clasped behind his back, leaning over the controls. The harsh glow of red emergency lights sharpened the figure of his face. The Seven Rangers stood behind, awaiting orders.
More people rushed in, and Isagi spotted the rest of his classmates in the crowd, among them.
“Now that you are all here.” Ego began, his voice cutting through the noise, “We will start the mission debrief. Sensors have picked up movement- a Category 3 Kaiju. We will deploy all 3 Jaegers. Striker and Bracer will take point, Gipsy on standby.”
The Pilots nod in acknowledgement and leave to suit up. Isagi caught Aiku’s gaze.
“Good luck, Captain,” Isagi said, smiling.
Aiku smirks, tilting his head, “Thanks, rookie. But I won't need it,” He strode out with the others.
The cadets watched from the control room as the Jaegers powered online, each pilot completing their neural handshakes.
“All three teams are strong and holding,” Kiyora reported, fixed on the data feeds.
Isagi hears Shidou groan from the side, “Man, do we really have to watch every deployment?” He stretched out, long arms reaching up. “I was ready for bed.”
“It shouldn’t take too long,” Reo replied
Good, my laundry’s still waiting. Isagi thought, subtly glancing at Rin. The younger boy’s attention was locked on the commotion in front.
“Gipsy to Command.” Aikus' voice cracked through the comms, “We are ready for deployment.”
“Copy that, ETA is 20 minutes, Kaiju just emerged from the Breach,” Nikko replied.
Ego’s eyes narrowed as new data was displayed across the monitors.
“Codename Acidquil,” Ego announced, “This Kaiju has 7 limbs. 2 tendrils on its back that can pierce through armour. Stay sharp, Rangers.”
Isagi watched as the massive hangar doors widened and the Jaegers were slowly moving out toward the ocean. The waves surged as their steel bodies dropped into the water, sending ripples across the dark surface.
“Acidquil, huh?” Karasu quipped, arms crossed, “Sounds like a nasty one.”
“At least it ain’t a Category 4,” Hiori added quietly, “Shouldn’t be too much trouble.”
Their chatter drifted through the command deck, easy and careless. Isagi glanced at the breach sensors, noticing the needle jerking wildly.
“Uh, that's normal… right?” Isagi pointed out.
“Yeah,” Chigiri nodded.“The Kaiju just emerged- sensors always act up at first.”
“Nagi- stop sleeping,”
“Ugh, nothing’s even happened yet,”
“You think this Kaiju can fly?”
“I think your mom can fly.”
“Striker to Command.” Ranger Hayate’s voice sounded through, “We’re picking up strange movements. The Kaiju- it's not moving,”
Ego stepped forward, eyes sharp, analyzing the data displayed. “Hold your position, our information is still loading."
Isagi exhaled, trying to shake the tension crawling up. Deployments were always tense, but the routine was familiar. Just another Category 3. Nothing they couldn’t handle.
Then the alarm screamed. It pierced through the command deck, flashing lights across the display. Operators scrambled at their stations, voices rising in a rush of panic.
Ego’s attention snapped toward the main monitor.
Isagi caught the way the Marshal’s fists tightened. The feed showed the Jaegers reaching the target zone- just as the system's voice cut through the chaos:
“Warning: Breach Dilation Expanding”
The computerized voice droned, but the room fell into a stunned silence. Isagi's breath caught in his throat, his mind lagging behind with the ringing in his ears.
No. That can’t be right. If the breach was expanding…it could only mean one thing.
Bachira’s words echoed back at him: 'Time is running out.'
The last data stream updated across the display. Sensors finished loading, and the electronic voice returned:
“Second Signature Detected”
Isagi felt his heart drop to his stomach.
“Category 3 Kaiju: DOUBLE EVENT”
Chapter 12: Abyss
Notes:
holy shit these battle scenes are so fucking hard to write- if something doesn't make sense just ignore it for the plot LOL
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The command center was frozen in shock, the alert sirens still echoing through the air.
“Marshall…” Aiku’s voice cracked, disbelief dripped in his tone. “Are these readings real?”
Ego stood rigid, saying nothing. The silence weighed heavily like stone, heightening the tension.
Isagi’s mind spun. It's happening now. Kurona’s theory was right.
His chest tightened, an uneasy squeeze tight on his stomach, gaze locked onto the screens.
Finally, Ego spoke. His voice measured above the panic. “Another Category 3 has emerged from the Breach. We cannot allow them to reach the nearby cities. Rangers, your mission is to intercept their path and bring them down.”
“Second Kaiju Identified, “ Nikko called out, “Codename Knifehead. One of the largest Category 3’s on record.”
A ripple of unrest stirred through the cadets.
Reo shook his head, “Two kaiju at the same time?”
“This is insane,” Chigiri whispers back.
Kiyora turned to Ego, eyes wary, “Sir, should we call for backup from the other Shatterdomes?”
Ego clenched his jaw. “Notify them, but I doubt it will be much help. The closest base has no operational teams. Reinforcements won’t arrive in time. It's up to us.”
On-screen, the projection visual shifted, panning toward the ocean. On the side, two red markers flashed as the Kaiju signatures appeared.
“Command to Pilots.” Nikko’s voice rang. “Kaiju movement ahead. Targets approaching.”
The surface of the ocean broke open with a violent force as Acidquil and Knifehead erupted from the waves, their monstrous silhouettes rising against the tides.
Gipsy Danger, Striker Aegis, and Bracer Phoenix advanced into position. The battle erupted in an instant.
Knifehead surged forward, a wall of muscle and jagged bone cutting through the surf. Bracer met it head-on, reinforced arms raised to deflect the charge before slamming a fist into the Kaiju’s side. The impact rippled through the ocean, shaking the helicopters above in the air.
On the other side, Acidquil rose like a serpent. Its long, slick body twists with inhuman speed. Striker's chest cavity opens, firing a volley of air missiles. The Kaiju darts sideways, tendrils snapping out like whips. One latched onto Striker's leg and coiled around- yanking the Jaeger down to the water.
“Striker, watch your flank!” Aiku barked from behind
Gipsy charges from the rear, plasma canon igniting with blinding blue glow. The shot lands square into Acidquil’s ribcage, burning deep into its flesh. The Kaiju shrieked, thrashing violently.
“They got this,” Isagi spoke, forcing steadiness in his voice. “They’re experienced pilots- they’ll pull through,”
Kunigami gave a stiff nod. “Yeah. They’ve got this.”
Back to the shoreline, Bracer Phoenix & Kniifehead clashed. The Kaiju claws at the Jaeger with brute and raw power. Metal against beast, blows traded as the titans wrestled in the shallows. Bracer’s vortex cannon roared , deafening him, unleashing multiple blasts that punctured clean through Knifehead's chest.
The Kaiju toppled down, swallowed by the waves.
A brief moment of relief blankets the command center as Ranger Nio’s voice comes in with a heavy exhale..
“Bracer to Command- Kaiju is down.”
But on Nikko's console, the readings still flashed. “Negative. The Kaiju signature is still active.”
“Keep your eyes out, it's not dead,” Ego warned with a strained tone.
Then the ocean explodes. The Kaiju lunged from the depths, its massive claws raking across Bracer’s armor, tearing through like paper. Metal screeches as Bracer stumbles back under the assault, arms shot up, trying to hold off the creature. Alarms shriek in the command center, warning signs of the Jaegers' critical state.
“Bracer’s in trouble!” Aiku shouted.
Gipsy broke formation, sprinting across the water. “Hold on- we’re coming!”
“Hold your position!” Ego snaps, but Gipsy continued ignoring the order.
Isagi’s eyes widen as the scene unfolds.
It was too late. Knifehead lowers its massive bladelike skull, impaling it straight down Bracer's chest. The impact ripples up through the Jaeger's head, metal screeching as the conn-pod cracked open, armour splitting off, leaving the pilots exposed.
“Bracer to command- The connpod is hi-!” Nio’s screams cut through before distorting into static.
The command center watched in horror. The Jaeger crashes backward, colliding into the waves, swallowing it whole. The cadets could only listen to the dissolved fragments of the pilots’ last panicked voices- until those, too, faded out.
Knifehead loomed over the sinking Jaeger and slammed its head down again. A muffled explosion blooms underneath the waves, followed by a final hollow echo. The vitals that displayed red now flatlined. Bracer’s pilot signatures disappear on the map.
Kiyora’s voice broke the silence, low and shaky. “... No readings, Sir.”
The implication hangs heavy in the air.
Striker Aeigis remained locked with Acidquil, tearing free of the tendril and driving a heavy punch into the Kaiju's skull.
Gipsy Danger arrived in the aftermath of Bracer’s battle, the armoured machine lifelessly adrift in the water.
“Gispsy to Bracer-” Aiku’s called the comms, frantic, “Are you guys still with me?”
Static.
“We've lost them,” Egos cut in, merciless, "Rangers, you need to finish the fight.”
“Fuck,” Sendo whispered in a ragged breath, “Fuck- this can’t be happening.”
“Gipsy, stay focused and take down that Kaiju. Am I clear?” Ego's tone was final, trying to hold the last thread of control before all hell broke loose.
“Yes, sir.” Sendo and Aiku answer in unison.
Back to Striker, the Jaeger jumped onto Acidquil's back. Its twin arm blades slashed down, stabbing repeatedly again and again into its hide. Blue bioluminescent blood sprayed sizzling onto the Jaeger's plate.
Acidquil convulsed, thrashing violently, throwing Striker off into the waves. The Kaiju pinned the Jarger, jaw flared open. A jet of acid spewed out, landing across Striker’s head. The steel cover hissed and dissolved, steam rising from the impact.
“Shit- We’ve lost visual!” Hyate shouts, “Some sort of acid breached the hull!”
“Rangers- fire missiles, you're under its weak point!” Nikko instructed urgently.
Sticker’s chest opened, and shots rang. The blasts ripped into Acidquil’s underbelly. The Kaiju convulsed, lurched upward, then collapsed into the surf.
“Acidquil is neutralized,” Kiyora confirms grimly as the signature disappears from the monitors.
“Command to Striker, are you able to assist Gipsy?” Ego asked.
“Negative, both pilots are down. The acid melted through- we need medics asap.” Hyate panted back.
The camera feed pans to Gipsy as it changes direction toward Knifehead in a full sprint. With raised fists, the Jaeger barreled forward.
The Kaiju dodged, opening its massive mandible and clamping down on Gipsy’s left arm- ripping it clean off.
“AARHHG” Aiku grunts in pain, clutching his own arm as the neural feedback transmits toward the injury. Onscreen, Gipsy Danger’s severed limb plunges below the waves.
“Left arms gone cold,” Kiyora reported as warning alarms blared.
Knifehead slammed its body upward, dragging the Jaeger along the water. Sendo screamed, igniting his right side plasma-canon. Blue fire exploded against the Kaiju’s torso, cauterizing flesh.
“You’re going down, you ugly bitch!”
Wounded, the Kaiju roared in a frenzy. It rammed again, sending Gipsy crashing sideways.
The pilots lose their balance, staggering to stay upright. Sparks spray across the conn-pod as the impact shakes the machine.
Gipsy grapples with the creature in a desperate tackle. The Kaiju thrashed, using its bladed crown, driving down through the Jaeger’s hull. Inside, alarms blared. Wires snap, and the pilot rig separates, sending Sendo flying back. His harness throws him hard against the wall, ripping him out of alignment.
“The right hemisphere disconnected!” Nikko announced.
“Fuck- “ AIku snarled. “I’ll end this myself!”
He transfers the right hemisphere control to his side, taking on the full neural load.
“Aiku stop-” Sendo coughed, “it's too much for you!”
But AIku ignored him.
LOCCENT watches on the screen as Gispy staggers upright, wrapping its remaining arm around the Kaiju’s neck and pushing its body down. Using both legs holding the kaiju’s body weight from moving up. The Jaeger twists, tightening its grip as the Kaiju squirms. Like a wrestler in a chokehold, the machine hydraulics lock and crush Knifehead's windpipe with raw force.
The creature thrashed and screeched- and with a defining crack- its neck snapped. Knifehead went limp, sliding into the ocean.
Silence followed. Then Gipsy followed, crashing down with a mechanical groan.
“Kaiju is neutralized.” Nikko finished shakily, looking up at Ego.
“Pilot vitals detected- alive but critical. Med-Choppers en route now.”
—-
The aftermath blurred.
Isagi recalled pieces of what followed. The pilots were airlifted back from the battlefield. Striker's crew is barely standing, staggering off the helicopter with their drivesuits melted to their skin, burn marks across their bodies. Sendo shouted incoherently as medics forced him onto a stretcher, half-conscious, his mask cracked. Aiku had passed out from the strain of solo piloting. Isagi caught a glimpse of his motionless figure, blood dripping down his nose, body limp.
Despite the wreck, they were the lucky ones. Bracer Phenoix’s pilots never came back.
The sight left him numb. He’d watched battles before, but this was the first time he saw the cost of one up close. Rangers broken and carried past, the Jaegers dragged into the bays like empty tusks.
This was the reality they had to live in.
A memorial service was held in Hawaii. Bracer Phoenix's fallen pilots were honored in the PPDC cemetery, a place where Fallen Rangers were buried in the war. Their stones blended in with the rest- but the names felt heavier than the others. Officers stood in the front, paying their respects. Isagi and the cadets stood shoulder to shoulder in neat rows, their uniforms still, expressions tight. Ranger Hyate and Neru bowed their heads, eyes empty.
Sendo stood at the far end, fists clenched, looking down at the ground.
Isagi skimmed the space on the field, like it were waiting for the next bodies to be set down.
It seemed like fate would lead him there.
—-
“This shit sucks,” Karasu mumbles, slouched in his chair. “What the hell are we supposed to do now?”
“Nothing.” Reo replied flatly, “We can't change what happened. We just have to…move forward."
“Move forward?” Chigiri lets out a dry laugh, "Forward to what exactly?"
Isagi sank deeper into his seat, exhaling. The air in the room felt denser than ever, the hollowness after the memorial still very much lingering.
Training had continued, but with Ego up in command 24/7 and no Rangers left on base, it felt like they were just aimlessly waiting- tense and unprepared. The open atmosphere that used to echo through the class had thinned. Everyone had gone dull.
“We are screwed.” Otoya muttered, “When another double event happens.”
“The Marshall will figure it out,” Kunigami said quickly. “He has to have a plan.”
“Really? Like what happened in the last battle?” Shidou deadpans.
“Nobody knew that was going to happen,” Nagi murmurs softly.
“He did,” Rin remarked from the corner. “But it doesn't matter; they were underprepared either way."
Isagi shot him a look before speaking, “Next time will be different- this is what we’ve been training for.”
“There are no Rangers left.” Hiori said quietly, “How are we supposed to lead missions? We haven't even been inside the Jaegers. ”
“Look, I don't know.” Isagi admitted, “But we can't just sit around sulking. Maybe Aiku will be back.”
“Not anytime soon.” Chigiri shakes his head. “And the rest of the pilots are injured.”
Otoya groaned, leaning back, “We have a fat chance in hell of winning the war now that double events happen. ”
“If you're scared, drop out.” Rin cut in sharply.
“Says you- “ Otoya brushed off, “The suicidal maniac who doesn't give two shits about anything except killing Kaiju. I'm not planning on dying before I retire. I actually like how my life is.”
“A pathetic one,” Rin coldly responded. “Your biggest goal is to marry some wannabe model. Don’t lump me in the same level as you.”
“Stop arguing,” Kunigami interjects. “That's not helping with anything.”
Reo stepped in, “The whole point of us being here is to prove we can survive-. To give humanity hope. ” his tone was final.
The room fell into a mellow, and the conversation stilled into silence.
Isagi sat forward, eyes fixed on the floor, his leg bouncing restlessly. He tried to hold onto the uplifting message, but doubts slowly seeped in.
—--
The IV dripped in a slow, steady rhythm. Aiku’s monitors beeped, the sound filling the quiet. Isagi stood at the edge of the bed, fingers curled against his palm, Aiku’s confident grin, the glint in his eyes- gone. His face looked pale under the sterile light, still in a way that didn't suit him.
Isagi swallowed. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in his throat. He wished he could talk to the Ranger, hear his advice with his easy confidence.
The door creaked open.
“Isagi?”
He turned, “Sendo,” and bowed lightly.
The older pilot stepped in, his arm slung in a cast, uniform jacket hanging loose on his shoulders. His eyes flicked toward the bed. “Here to check on the captain huh?”
“Yeah,” Isagi answered quietly. “How are you holding up?”
Sendo gave a half-smile, but his eyes stayed downcast. “Could be better,” he muttered, “Arms fractured, and a mild concussion."
He lowered himself into the seat across from the bed. “Better than him, though.” Tilting a look toward Aiku.
“Doctors say he's on track to recover,” Isagi said quickly, like repeating it would make it come true.
“I hope so.” Sendo's gaze lingered on Aiku, “But still- no signs of waking up yet.”
Isagi shifted his weight. He didn't know what to say or how to respond. Discomfort filled the room around them.
“We’re failures, huh?” Sendo spoke weakly.
“No.” Isagi snapped his head toward him. “You stopped the Kaiju attack and saved lives.”
“At what cost?” Sendo let out a bitter laugh, “I'm not cleared for duty anymore. Even if I was…” His voice cracked. “What good am I? I couldn't even protect them- or my partner.”
“You did the best you could- and that's more than anyone could ask for.” Isagi exhaled. He wanted to say something more, carry the weight off of Sendo's mind. But the sight of Aikus's still body halted anything else he wanted to say.
Sendo’s voice dropped, “The drift connection- it's incredible.. The feeling of someone knowing everything about you. After years of piloting, i never thought-”
His throat tightened. He looked away, struggling to keep his composure.
Isagi listened, letting Sendo finish.
“The hardest part,” he whispered, “After being in someone else’s head for so long-”
His hand clenched over his cast as his head dipped back, a sad smile forming. “- is dealing with the silence when they're gone.”
___
“Watch where you’re going.”
A hand shot out, stopping Isagi before he stumbled straight into them. He blinked, realizing he’d nearly walked right into Rin without noticing.
“My bad- sorry.” Isagi sheepishly apologized. “Are you here to see Aiku, too?”
“No.”
Isagi frowned. “Then-”
“There's no reason,” Rin cut him off fairly, “He’ll wake up eventually.”
“You could at least act like you care,” Isagi muttered under his breath
Rins' teal eyes narrowed, “What is there to care about?”
That snapped something loose in Isagi. “Seriously? We just lost half of our Jaeger team, and the rest are injured. And you..” His voice rose, words spilling bitter and uneven.
The taller stayed eerily silent, gazing fixed on him.
“Sorry.” Isagi sighed, pressing a hand through his hair, “I saw Sendo in there, and he's falling apart. And it made me think… what if that happens to me- where I'm not enough when it really matters- and lose someone-.”
“So you’re giving up already?” Rin's voice came direct, cutting clean through his rambling.
“No. It just scares me.”
“Get over it.”
Isagi jerked his head up, “What-?”
“If you think you're not enough, you won't be.” Rin crossed his arms together, tone dismissive. “Don’t drag me down with that lukewarm thinking. I didn't pick you as a co-pilot just to piss me off.”
Isagi froze.
“If you're going to be by my side.” Rin finished, clicking his tongue, “Don't become a nuisance- or I’ll leave you behind.”
The space between them felt dense, almost suffocating. Isagi’s mind replayed the words over and over. It wasn't until Rin brushed past him, footsteps fading down the hall, that the meaning finally sank in.
For some reason, Isagi felt a little lighter.
—-
The next day, Isagi was caught off guard when Ego walked into the training hall- mid-sparring. He ducked just as Kunigami’s arm flew past him- when the marshal's tall, lanky figure stepped across the room. His eyebags were more noticeable, his posture sharper than usual, something urgent on his mind.
The room instantly halted- attention directed towards him.
“After recent events, the situation has changed.” Ego addressed me with a straight face. “I won’t sugarcoat this. You’ve all seen what happens out there. Understand we are gravely unfit for the next Kaiju attack.”
An uncomfortable wave of silence dwelled.
“With no active Jaeger teams left on this base, I have decided to accelerate your progress.”
Isagi exhaled a shaky breath.
“You’re still months away from completing Phase two,” Ego continued. “But we no longer have that luxury. Once the Jaegers are repaired and operational, trial runs will begin. I’ve already assigned the teams- factoring in your rankings, compatibility data, and my own judgment.”
Ego pressed on, voice flattening. “The Kaiju attacks won't stop until we are all dead. To increase the success of each battle, these new teams are designed to maximize offensive strength."
He raised his tablet. The cadets hold their breath, waiting.
“First team will be taking over Striker Aegis. Renosuke Kunigami and Hyoma Chigiri. Power and speed, this combination is a natural fit for Jaeger’s design.”
Kunigami straightened, while Chigiri gave a small nod.
“With high stability, balance, and body control, Seishiro Nagi and Reo Mikage are paired as our second team. You'll be assigned a newly constructed Jaeger. Mark 6, Scythe Regalia”
So he did end up choosing Nagi.
His grin broke out instantly while Nagi leaned forward, a hint of attentiveness igniting in his eyes.
“The third team selected will be running another Mark 6, Glacier Wraith. Tabito Karasu and Eita Otoya, your stealth and agility, along with high battle analytical thinking, will be a vital edge in missions.
Karasu tilted his head, arms crossed, with a crooked grin. Otoya clicked his tongue. A faint smirk rested on his face.
Ego shifted his stance, scrolling down.
I want to fight out there.
“The final team will inherit Gipsy Danger. The last Mark-3. Her pilots will receive special training due to the older Jaeger model. The first individual selected is someone with superior battle sense, 100% kill-to-drop rate, high efficiency, and an unmatched fighting performance. Our top cadet- Rin Itoshi.”
He lets the information sit before finishing.
“Among all the cadets in the PPDC and second phase, only one was able to match with Rin in the drift. Someone who pressed forward against him, equal in drive and skill- the ability to adapt in any situation. The ideal partner- selected by me and Rin.”
Isagi went rigid. Time slowed as he stared at the floor. Unbeknownst to him, Rin’s gaze was locked on him, watching as Ego spoke his next words.
“That pilot… is you, Isagi Yoichi.”
Isagi slowly came back to his senses as the words sank in. A high rushed to his head, pride tangled with nerves. He forced himself to nod, diverting his eyes up, meeting Rins. An unspoken feeling clicked between the two.
“These are the four teams.” Ego concluded. “Hiori, you’re on standby. With your high compatibility range, we will substitute you for any unit if necessary.”
A scoff interrupted from the back.
“The fuck?” Shidou raised an eyebrow, arms spread, “Am I on cleaning duty then?”
Ego’s glasses glinted as his gaze snapped to him.
“As of now, no Rangers remain to lead missions. I have made a last-minute call for assistance. Someone else will be taking over Japan’s team in Aiku's position.”
The cadets turn to each other in surprise and confusion.
A transfer Ranger?
Ego set his tablet aside.
“Ryusae Shidou -to put it bluntly, nobody here is suitable for you. Therefore, you have been chosen to undergo a compatibility test. If successful, you will become their new co-pilot.”
Shidou bristled in disbelief. “Excuse me? My fate depends on some random? Who the hell is this guy?”
Ego didn't hesitate, his voice direct and clean.
“Ranger Sae Itoshi will be arriving from Spain as your new Captain.”
Notes:
Ngl gang i lwky hate this chapter, was pulling teeth out drafting the scenes. Ill try to update around every 2 weeks. Ty for all the support, i love you all very much
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