By TempestXtreme
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own characters, and if you don't know who belongs to whom then I feel sorry for you. Chapter One – Morning Chaos
It started out as a perfectly nice day for Rebecca. Lashana, Telca, Remy, and Blackwargreymon were on vacation for two weeks, and she had volunteered to housesit for them. So far, everything had been relatively normal – for this dimension anyway. At the moment (which just happened to be 9 AM), Rebecca was relaxing in the library, dressed in a white tank top and boxers (Lashana and Telca's sense of sleepwear was starting to rub off on her. Did she care? Not at all!), and reading "Dragonshadow."
She was halfway through the third chapter when Nightcrawler bamfed into the room. Rebecca looked at him over the top of the book. "Oh, hello Kurt," she said. "What's going on?"
Nightcrawler was panicking. "It's Kenshin! He's gone Battsouaii!"
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" she remarked calmly. She knew damn well that this meant that Kenshin had reverted back to his mindless killer mindset, but she wasn't too worried. Her skills with a sword had been fine tuned for centuries, so she was certain that she could handle the redheaded samurai. "Where is he?"
Her question was answered when Kenshin cut the library door down with his sword. Rebecca barely batted an eyelid. "Oh."
She reached into a storage portal and pulled out her sword, the Angelheart Blade. Said sword was made from enchanted silver and was a long one-handed broadsword with a white handle. The cross-guard was designed to resemble angel wings and there was a red jewel in the very bottom of the handle. She wielded it with deadly accuracy and no sane person would challenge her – except Duncan, but then again, the Immortal wasn't right in the head…
"OK Kenshin, let's dance," Rebecca snapped her free fingers, changing into her usual white sleeveless dress, knee-high white boots and elbow-length white gloves. Only this time, she was wearing chain-mail armour over her dress, and her gloves were actually enchanted gauntlets that could deflect all manner of non-enchanted weaponry – just the thing for a seasoned warrior such as Rebecca.
Kenshin stared at her without emotion and charged her, his sword raised high. He brought it down in a hard sweep.
Rebecca blocked the katana with her sword and easily locked blades with him, smiling at him sweetly. "You know, for a former assassin, your swordplay needs work. Maybe you've gotten lazy?"
He pushed her away and attacked again. Soon, they were in a deadly ballet, dodging, weaving, and blocking each other's attacks.
However, Rebecca failed to dodge an attack fast enough and received a deep cut on her left shoulder. Ignoring the pain, she attacked without mercy, driving Kenshin back until he was against a wall. Her emerald green eyes stared into his golden eyes as she whispered something under her breath…
"Spirit Bind."
Kenshin froze and dropped his sword as the spell bound his spirit, temporarily paralysing him. Rebecca sighed and went over to a chair and sat down, glancing at her shoulder. "He's good," she said as she wove a Healing Spell on the wound.
Nightcrawler just stared at the woman. "Mein Gott!" he said. "Where did you learn to fight like that?!"
Rebecca smiled at him. "I don't think that Lashana or Telca ever told you guys," she said, "but I'm Trivadian – I can live for five-thousand years and not age a day over twenty-five."
Nightcrawler stared at her in shock. "How old are you?" he asked, regretting it immediately. You NEVER ask a woman her age…
"I stopped counting at six-hundred-and-ninety," Rebecca replied, sighing in relief when the spell finished healing her wound. "Oh, don't worry! I'm not shy about my age."
"What the hell?!"
Rebecca looked up at Kang. He had apparently been walking by the Library when he saw the mess. "Kenshin went crazy," she said, tossing her sword back into its storage portal. "I fought him and won."
Kang's jaw went slack. "You fought Kenshin in his Battsouaii mindset?!" he said, grabbing and looking at her. "Are you completely INSANE?!"
She smirked. "Do you really want me to answer that?" she asked. "Besides, I cast a spell that paralysed him. He's right behind you."
He twisted around and faced the still-crazy Kenshin. Granted, he was paralysed, but who knew how long that spell was going to last?
Rebecca sighed at his doubtful expression and glanced at Nightcrawler, who shrugged. "Look, I'm just as powerful as Lashana and Telca. I can keep him like that for hours."
"If you say so…" Kang said, still doubtful. "I think I should take his sword, just in case."
He went over and picked the samurai's weapon up off of the floor. He pointedly ignored the samurai's angry – and still insane – glare as he did so.
None of them knew that they were being watched.
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Outside, hidden from view by powerful stealth-technology, a small army hid in the forest, scanning the palace with a device similar to a Scouter, meaning that it read a fighter's level of power numerically.
"Uh, sir? Everybody in that palace has a powerful level of over one-million."
"We need to find the one that's close to one-billion!" the commander said. "You know that the former queen can hide her power level!"
"Yes, sir."
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Rebecca suddenly had the feeling that they were being watched. "Kang?"
"Yes?" Kang looked back at the sorceress as he left the Library.
"Does Beast have any kind of energy readers? You know, something like the Scouters that they use in the Dragonball Z universe?"
Kang turned around and looked at her. "I don't know. Why?"
"Just wondering," Rebecca said. "I want to see how high my power level can go in the Danger Room."
"Well, you could ask him," Kang said, shrugging. "He should be in his lab."
"OK," Rebecca said, leaping into a portal.
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"Sir? The highest power level in the palace is forty-million."
"That has to be her!" the commander said. "Keep track of it!"
"Yes, sir."
More to come soon! ^_^