Kitto Wasuranai
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone Warnings: New charas, violence Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site. As long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out. (I wouldn't be surprised if someone has already come up with a Samurai Jack site) *Notes* First story in the Children's series Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights when I run low on souls. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! o_O;;;; 'blah blah' - indicating thought ~^~ * ~^~ - indicating time change or memory
He was surrounded. They were everywhere, like a giant circle of hatred all aimed at him. The warrior lifted his oil covered sword above his head and let his ebony gaze drift over each robotic enemy. He breathed deeply; inhaling the spilt gore across the once peaceful plains and shifted his feet, crouching further down. He tightened his grip on the sleek black and gold handle of his weapon and with a flash of black metal, the enemy attacked.
The rushed him him like a colony of ants, darting back and forth between and over the low rocks of that covered the ground. The warrior narrowed his eyes and with a cry of retribution, attacked. The Japanese man surged into the cluster of metallic insects, bringing his sword down and slashing through all who were in reach of his blade. Black blood rose in waves and washed over the fighting warrior who ignored the foul smelling oil and continued his onslaught of damage.
Unbeknownst to the fighting warrior, a dark demon watched from his castle of hatred and despair. Sable orbs narrowed in such at the flickering screen surrounded by wicked flames. The formidable shadow tightened his gnarled fingers into fists with each passing moment, sharp fangs grinding down on each other. Anger, hatred and wraith hung in the air, curling around the powerful form like a serpent ready to strike.
They flocked from the left, swarming from the right, baring down on top. The samurai destroying all. His heart pounded loudly in his chest and his blood roared in his ears, blocking out everything but the task at hand. The shinning blade cut through a metallic insect severing it in two, black blood stained the rich brown floor of the earth.
The warrior jumped nimbly over a robotic bug, neatly cutting it in two. Landing, he crouched down and swung his leg out knocking three ants to their backs. Their spindly legs waved frantically in the air to right themselves but quickly ceased movements when they were ripped from their bodies.
The demon watched in silence as the warrior destroyed his army and still his anger rose, consuming him till it burned like fire. The demon rose to his feet letting out a violent howl of anger, his mighty castle quivering with the aftershocks of the outburst. He slumped back into his thrown and closed his black eyes listening to last bit of his army die with a groan. His lips curled in malice and a name hissed through his clenched teeth.
"Samurai Jack."
"Lord Aku," a timid voice spoke out. The demon turned his head to the black leathery minion that stepped from the shadows and was quickly dispersed with a blast from the black eyes, leaving nothing more then a pile of ashes. Sick pleasure filled laughter echoed through the dark castle from the shape shifter as his mood changed from sour to a meditative state, tapping the tips of his fingers together.
His silent mental words seem to echo around him. 'Samurai Jack, once again you have defeated my army of robots. No matter how many I make, what size or how powerful they be, you always destroy them. How can I defeat you when you destroy every robot I have. There must be a way.' The demon dwelled on the plans of his army, how they were always being changed to accommodate the Japanese warrior's challenges.
"I have created my army with the strength of the hells, the power of hundreds of scientists, even my own life and still the samurai suppresses them. I cannot keep up with the changes he makes. I need something more powerful but can change as the samurai does." Aku straightened himself and bared his animalistic fangs in a smile as if he uncovered a secret.
"Neolar!," he shouted to the darkness. Before he could have the chance to close his mouth, a small tiny creature emerged from the shadows, stepping lightly over the charred remains of the unfortunate beast. His skin, a pale yellow, almost sickly looking, his hair stringy and thin, the same color as his flesh. His face gaunt, his solid white eyes sunken in, they leered at the demon before him, pointed ears reached towards the ceiling of the dark castle. He seemed to twitch every three seconds and constantly shifted from foot to foot. The creature wore a long gray robe, tattered, torn and soiled in many places. He quickly bowed, almost losing balance when he twitched again.
"Yes my lord and master Aku," he hissed through rotten teeth. "You summoned me?"
"Neolar," Aku repeated as if greeting an old friend. "My most trusted advisor of science." The creature bowed again, managing to stay up right. "I have an important project that only you can execute." The demon rose to his feet and strolled to the pale man.
"Yes lord Aku. I humbly accept your commandments."
"Build me an assassin that can change with time. Make it out of flesh and steal. A mind that can think and obey all orders. Soulless, for it need not know right and wrong. Can you fulfill my orders Neolar... or has your decrepit body taken over."
"No my lord," the man bowed his head fully. "I shall commence right away on your demands." Neolar shifted and edged away from the demon who settled back in his thrown.
His black eyes glared at the retreating warrior in his mirrored screen. "You may have won this time Samurai Jack but you will not avail again."
I have returned to the world of SJ writing and hopefully I will do justice to the show by my small show of fandom. Yes, this chapter was short but it sets the plot into motion. So sit back and hopefully enjoy my story.
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone Warnings: New charas, violence Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site. As long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out. (I wouldn't be surprised if someone has already come up with a Samurai Jack site) *Notes* First story in the Children's series Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights when I run low on souls. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! o_O;;;; 'blah blah' - indicating thought ~^~ * ~^~ - indicating time change or memory
He was surrounded. They were everywhere, like a giant circle of hatred all aimed at him. The warrior lifted his oil covered sword above his head and let his ebony gaze drift over each robotic enemy. He breathed deeply; inhaling the spilt gore across the once peaceful plains and shifted his feet, crouching further down. He tightened his grip on the sleek black and gold handle of his weapon and with a flash of black metal, the enemy attacked.
The rushed him him like a colony of ants, darting back and forth between and over the low rocks of that covered the ground. The warrior narrowed his eyes and with a cry of retribution, attacked. The Japanese man surged into the cluster of metallic insects, bringing his sword down and slashing through all who were in reach of his blade. Black blood rose in waves and washed over the fighting warrior who ignored the foul smelling oil and continued his onslaught of damage.
Unbeknownst to the fighting warrior, a dark demon watched from his castle of hatred and despair. Sable orbs narrowed in such at the flickering screen surrounded by wicked flames. The formidable shadow tightened his gnarled fingers into fists with each passing moment, sharp fangs grinding down on each other. Anger, hatred and wraith hung in the air, curling around the powerful form like a serpent ready to strike.
They flocked from the left, swarming from the right, baring down on top. The samurai destroying all. His heart pounded loudly in his chest and his blood roared in his ears, blocking out everything but the task at hand. The shinning blade cut through a metallic insect severing it in two, black blood stained the rich brown floor of the earth.
The warrior jumped nimbly over a robotic bug, neatly cutting it in two. Landing, he crouched down and swung his leg out knocking three ants to their backs. Their spindly legs waved frantically in the air to right themselves but quickly ceased movements when they were ripped from their bodies.
The demon watched in silence as the warrior destroyed his army and still his anger rose, consuming him till it burned like fire. The demon rose to his feet letting out a violent howl of anger, his mighty castle quivering with the aftershocks of the outburst. He slumped back into his thrown and closed his black eyes listening to last bit of his army die with a groan. His lips curled in malice and a name hissed through his clenched teeth.
"Samurai Jack."
"Lord Aku," a timid voice spoke out. The demon turned his head to the black leathery minion that stepped from the shadows and was quickly dispersed with a blast from the black eyes, leaving nothing more then a pile of ashes. Sick pleasure filled laughter echoed through the dark castle from the shape shifter as his mood changed from sour to a meditative state, tapping the tips of his fingers together.
His silent mental words seem to echo around him. 'Samurai Jack, once again you have defeated my army of robots. No matter how many I make, what size or how powerful they be, you always destroy them. How can I defeat you when you destroy every robot I have. There must be a way.' The demon dwelled on the plans of his army, how they were always being changed to accommodate the Japanese warrior's challenges.
"I have created my army with the strength of the hells, the power of hundreds of scientists, even my own life and still the samurai suppresses them. I cannot keep up with the changes he makes. I need something more powerful but can change as the samurai does." Aku straightened himself and bared his animalistic fangs in a smile as if he uncovered a secret.
"Neolar!," he shouted to the darkness. Before he could have the chance to close his mouth, a small tiny creature emerged from the shadows, stepping lightly over the charred remains of the unfortunate beast. His skin, a pale yellow, almost sickly looking, his hair stringy and thin, the same color as his flesh. His face gaunt, his solid white eyes sunken in, they leered at the demon before him, pointed ears reached towards the ceiling of the dark castle. He seemed to twitch every three seconds and constantly shifted from foot to foot. The creature wore a long gray robe, tattered, torn and soiled in many places. He quickly bowed, almost losing balance when he twitched again.
"Yes my lord and master Aku," he hissed through rotten teeth. "You summoned me?"
"Neolar," Aku repeated as if greeting an old friend. "My most trusted advisor of science." The creature bowed again, managing to stay up right. "I have an important project that only you can execute." The demon rose to his feet and strolled to the pale man.
"Yes lord Aku. I humbly accept your commandments."
"Build me an assassin that can change with time. Make it out of flesh and steal. A mind that can think and obey all orders. Soulless, for it need not know right and wrong. Can you fulfill my orders Neolar... or has your decrepit body taken over."
"No my lord," the man bowed his head fully. "I shall commence right away on your demands." Neolar shifted and edged away from the demon who settled back in his thrown.
His black eyes glared at the retreating warrior in his mirrored screen. "You may have won this time Samurai Jack but you will not avail again."
I have returned to the world of SJ writing and hopefully I will do justice to the show by my small show of fandom. Yes, this chapter was short but it sets the plot into motion. So sit back and hopefully enjoy my story.