|Zettai Hero Project: To Become Unlosing
Author: Alycoris PM
From a bystander to the beloved Hero that has saved Earth time and time again, will Late make the cut and defeat the Last Boss? Or will he fall short and die a terrible, agonizing death? Either way, losing isn't an option. The solution? To Unlose.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Adventure - Unlosing Ranger - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,683 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 07-05-11 - Published: 06-23-11 - id: 7111785
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In the year 20xx, ashes of hellfire…
A rather lovely prophecy told of a baby who would be the catalyst for bringing unprecedented danger into the world.
"The child born at 6AM on the 6th day of the 6th month shall wield limitless power in order to save the world."
The people called this infant the Super Baby, and heavily pampered her as their savior.
However, that would not last long.
Since the baby grew so famous, so fast, the "Demon General Darkdeath Evilman" has kidnapped her.
And that, is how the final battle began.
- Tokyo, Japan, in some suburbia somewhere -
That was the big thing going on. That entire thing.
"Undefeated since first appearing, The Demon General, Darkdeath Evilman has cut down every single hero to date! He shoots lasers from his eyes and breaths fire! Truly fitting for the position of the Final Boss."
I'm surprised that she didn't mention how terrifying he looks. He's large, boorish, kind of cartoony and hammy, but he still has an element that strikes fear into a person. I don't know. I think it's his blood-red eyes. Or fangs. No, it's definitely the claws.
Did I mention how terrifying he looks?
"On the other side, we have a hero, also undefeated and even said to be immortal! The Absolute Victory Unlosing Ranger!"
The Absolute Victory Unlosing Ranger… He's in a red, orange and white jumpsuit-like costume with 'V' and assorted arrow motifs, wearing a helmet with a metallic, see-through orange visor, and has a bright red cape. At least he has good taste in costumes, rather than those overly buff men in tights from America.
If anyone, I'm sure he can defeat the Last Boss. He never loses, after all.
…I must sound corny right now.
"The secret to his strength is his heart of love and justice. When that is set ablaze, he turns into the True Unlosing Ranger."
He'll win. He isn't a nobody like I am, after all. He's a real hero.
On a side note, If you're wondering what I'm doing, I'm watching the broadcast from outside an electronics store. Since I can't be at home at the moment, anyway. Mom asked me to go get groceries for dinner, and I obliged. She'll get mad at me if I don't hurry… but then again, when is she not mad at me? She's only nice to Choco.
…Yeah. I've always been a pushover, always accepting requests to help people when they ask for it. I don't know. It's… fulfilling.
So that's why I'm here. Watching the end of the world happen from a TV screen outside a store. I sigh to myself, as I tear my eyes away from the screen and press onwards down the streets, which are all empty because everyone's waiting for the Final Boss fight to happen. I listen to the rustle of the plastic bag rhythmically bounce against my leg as I walk.
To be honest, I've never really understood it. Everything here sounds far too cliché, like something out of a video game or one of those animes or American cartoons. Or a Sentai TV show, as most people would put it. I think. I would say that I don't know what most people think, but I do know one thing for sure.
I know what they think of me. I know that that's a no-brainer. I won't say that what people say about me doesn't hurt. I guess, I've just gotten to used to the abuse since that incident… but I won't go into detail about that. After all, who wants to hear about something like that from a person who isn't worth the time, much less worth the space that he takes up? But I'm getting off-topic.
'He's so wimpy looking!', or 'What a loser!' And the thing I get called the most? 'Useless.' By my mom, dad, and little sister no less. It's a personal favorite of theirs.
But then again, who would trust a nobody like me with anything? It's just my luck.
With another sigh, I keep walking.
That is, until a blur caught my eye.
Racing down the street at an alarming speed, garbed in a jumpsuit of red, white, black and orange with a red cape trailing behind… it's unmistakably the Unlosing Ranger! What's he doing?
Why isn't he at the Final Boss Battle?
Hey, is that a car-?
A sickening crunch and the sound of tires screeching echoes into the air. I wince at the sound, but I can't tear my eyes away from the scene. Without stopping, the van continues speeding down the road- and the Unlosing Ranger spins and hurtles through the air, obviously hurt. With another thud, his once-heroic form collapses onto the side of the road face first. Ouch.
He's right in front of me. Hurt. I don't know, but his transformation seems to have worn off. His face is pale, tired, strained, and bandaged apparently. But that's not what catches my attention the most. He's bleeding. Bleeding profusely.
This can't be happening.
This can't be happening right now.
No, he can't be hurt- the Unlosing Ranger has to be okay. Who else is going to defeat the Final Boss? Fumbling my bag, I glance around looking for some kind of phone, person, anyone! Someone has to save him! If not, who's going to save the world!
"Y-You there. Plain little pedestrian." He rasps, lifting himself almost pitifully off the ground to meet my eyes.
Again, I glance around anxiously. No one's here, so he must be talking to me. A nobody like me. Panicking, I point to myself, awaiting his confirmation. He can't possibly be talking to me.
"C-Can you…" He pauses and coughs, blood splattering on the pavement and dribbling down his mouth. He's a complete wreck. Is he going to die? "Can you tell me your name…?"
Yeah, he's talking to me. "L-Late." I stuttered, grasping my bag awkwardly.
"Late…" He murmurs quietly, staring into my eyes from where he lays. Where is he going with this? "That's a name fit for a hero!" Again, just where is he going with this? "Please, Late." Why is he saying 'please'? Why is he giving me a pleading look? Why is he smiling? I haven't done anything to deserve any of those. "Can you…" Can I what? Get the authorities? The Paramedics? Sure, I can do tha-
"Can you save Earth in my stead?"