Warrior's Kiss
Chapter I, Part I
The morning sun rises blissfully over the horizon, its rays bathing life forms on the landscape. Among them is a teenager dressed in a long, white kimono, black hair hanging over the light green crescent eyes. A long, silver case skinny in width hangs from his shoulders, a dim brown handle peeking out. The warrior's battle-weary moccasins beat the dewy grass down alongside the highway, vehicles whizzing by at incredible speed. The blustery wind doesn't affect him, he only blinks every minute or two, focusing only upon the metropolis before him, and keeps his hands down the sides. His gray skin slightly dusty, he enters the cities corps, birds flocking here and there, the cities inhabits bustled from shops to marketplaces, and the others lolling around in the atmosphere gaily. The warrior, known as Sakiia, ignored the people, with him making his way across the sidewalk. Observing the food emporiums, his stomach growls with a large intensity, and he reluctantly heads to a tea shop nearby. Pushing open the wooden door, he hears an acknowledged ring of the silver bells above him, and smells the spice of the brewing tea. Quietly, he sits on a velvet bar stool that is decorated in a red satin, and places a wrinkled dollar bill onto the counter. He jabs a skinny finger in the direction of the herbal tea advertising, and the skinny, pinpoint bartender nods in response, grabbing a white mug from the table behind. While the man pours the hot water into the cup, Sakiia keeps his fingers interlocked in a tight fist, his eyes kept low avoiding human eyes. When the bartender serves the tea, the shihan nods a thank you, and gingerly takes the handle. Before he can take a sip of the liquid, a pistol nozzle is pushed against the side of Sakiia's head, a click sounding quietly. The bartender squeaks in surprise, and ducks underneath the counter, whilst other people in the restaurant shriek in horror, tea flying everywhere and cups shattering into pieces on the floor. With a grimy chuckle, the robber spats,
"Money n' t' bag kid, or you gonna get yo' guts blown out!" The punk's bad smell and body odor
overwhelmed Sakiia slightly, but not enough for the warrior to abruptly slide out his leg and trip the robber from underneath. With a loud groan, the villain accidentally ran his finger against the trigger, sounding the piercing loud bullet to escape its hatchet and throttle through the roof. With no hesitation, Sakiia brought his katana out of it's case and threw the end of the handle against the thug's back, sending the body to fly through the front window, with Sakiia on his tail. Landing on the asphalt back down, the robber managed to aim directly at the warrior, and let the trigger go off again, a bullet careening towards his enemy. The bullet was easily deflected by the shihan's sword, bringing about the silver weapon in defense in front of his chest. Although shards of glass were stuck in Sakiia's upper and lower body, the warrior persisted, avoiding more bullet attacks by the weak criminal. About seven shots were fired at the shaman, before a wild, uncontrollable one hit Sakiia arm, going through the skin, muscle, all except the bone, and flew out in a bloody spurt. Shoving a injured cry down his throat, the shihan swept his blade against the thug's hand that held the gun, which caused the criminal himself to do what Sakiia didn't; He doubled over in pain, dropping his weapon to the ground in immense pain, and shrieked bloody hell to the heavens.
Stopping his attack, Sakiia lowered his sword to the man's head, perspiration dotting the brow and breathing heavily, the warrior stood in victory, when suddenly, he was disrupted by a sudden dousing of black energy; a long, black hand of ghostly power clamped around his chest growing tight quickly. Out of the shihan's eye, he can see five other teenagers that are in his presence, two girls: one has peach skin with purple tights, long silver boots and wavy bright orange hair, the other is a gray skinned teenager with a dark maroon cloak, a hood that covers her eyes, nose, only thin lips visible, and has a cross-dressing of a bathing suit and a short costume. Whilst the other three teammates are male, one is a half cyborg, other human, his large robotic fingers in one hand are opposite of the other, a large sonic cannon that glows a sea blue; behind him is a large, green lion with a long, furry mane that has a matching colour, his face gnarled in a fierce growl; And lastly, is a masculine figure with a crimson red chest plate, green gloves that matches his leotard, jet black hair, a golden utility belt, and a black mask that conceals his eyes.
Swiftly, Sakiia thrust opens the ghastly fingers, the black shadow dissipating, and the hidden girl that holds it backs away in shock. With his sword free, he points the end of the blade towards the apparent leader, eyes in a serious look and his hands firmly holding the handle. The masked boy, slightly bedazzled speaks in a brave tone,
"We don't know who the hell you are, and what you want with innocent people…" With his comment, he leaps back to his team,
"But don't go messin' in our city!" Finishes the android with a confident glare. All of the team members aren't smiling, even when Sakiia lowers his sword. Before the shihan can speak, the robber once again rises to his feet, this time twin revolvers at his hands, with a crooked grin that stretches across the cheeks, and wipes the blood off of his chin,
"Hehe…bye-bye Titans!" He shrieked, letting the bullets fly at the group, scattering all six of them. The five heroes and heroines strayed off together behind vehicles parked in front of the tea shop, while Sakiia ducked behind a car positioned just a few yards away from the robber,
"Robin!" Shouted the alien girl to her leader, "Johnny Rancid has new upgrades, yes?"
"Yea, Star, how'd you know!" Came a sarcastic howl from the masked teenager, ducking from the bullets one by one. The green imp dressed in a purple jumpsuit waved to Sakiia, desperately shouting commands while crouching low near a cars' hubcaps. But from underneath the barricade of bullets, the shihan could not hear a thing, but instead readied his sword. With a pitched yell, he charged Rancid with impregnable force, dodging bullet by bullet, taking in two of his bullets, one his knee and the other to his chest.
"Dude! What the hell are you doing!" Screamed one of the teens. Now, his kimono was blood stained, holes ripped everywhere, but quits he shall not, as he strikes the thug's hands, right hand to left in a single swift counter. He draws back after the attack, sword raised in case of a second try from his foe. But this time, it effects Johnny worse than before, he drops his weapons and howls in pain, falling to his knees and hands waving in writhing agony. The blood from his wrists collect in a puddle, with the criminal's head slamming into the ground. Knowingly the samurai slides the katana back into it's case, his eyes arched in a monotone slit. He kneels on the ground, feeling slightly dizzy from the loss of blood and he could feel then a small, warm hand be placed on his shoulder. Sakiia turned to see the 'Robin' from beforehand, with masked, arched eyebrows and firm, pursed lips,
"Come with us…" He coldly demanded, taking his hand down, "…you have explaining to do…"
The warrior didn't speak, only struggled to stand, his knees shook, everything turning blurry, and a slight whistling in his ear. With the sword still in his hand, he collapsed in unconsciousness, darkness befalling him. Although halfway knocked out, he could still here the conversation taking place,
"Tim, I'm picking up large quantities of power, I think he's still intact…"
"Then, Raven, we need to bring him back to the Tower--"
"What? Why? How can we even trust him? Didja see what he did to Johnny?"
"Beast Boy, I do not suppose he had no choice…"
"Whoever he is…he sure has a lotta fightin' marks…lookit his chest and back…"
"When he wakes, we'll find more about him…"
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Chapter 1, Part II
Raven stood alone in the medical assistance room, her violet crude eyes studying the warrior on the table, and the pale, gray hands covered with black energy, she slowly heals Sakiia's wounds. After fully healing a bullet puncture in the right arm, she covers the scarred spot with a bandage, wrapping the tool around the affected skin tightly. The warrior slightly stirs, opening his green eyes to see the Titan with bulbous eyes look down on him with her hands still absorbed in energy. Quickly, Sakiia leaps off of the counter, ripping off the IV sending some blood sports to the ground. Raven kept her hands raised, the eyes arched now in a defensive glare,
"I don't wish to fight, whoever you are…" She spoke taking steps forward, "You were nearly killed saving us…taking in all of those bullets…just calm down…" With hopeful luck, the shaman teenager stopped, and lowered his fists in white cloth,
"Where is my sword…" He replied in a dark, fierce tone, approaching the girl smaller then himself,
"We had to take it into the evidence lab, all need to do is take some tests and we might give it back…" She stated in a calm voice, starting to leave through the door, "…depending on if you fail or not…"
With a an exhaled sigh, Sakiia followed, hands drawn downwards, shirtless, but still wearing the white cloth bottom from beforehand. Scars stretched down and across his chest and back, not from the battle, but long before the shaman arrived in Jump City. Back when he had a home. Snapping back to reality, the warrior entered a room filled with the team that he had saved, Robin and Starfire sitting on the maroon blue couch watching Cyborg and Beast Boy duke it out on the gaming console, the TV flashing bright lights assorted in different designs as one character countered another. The boy prodigy glanced up to the response of Raven and Sakiia entering, rising to his feet,
"Is he fully healed Raven?" He asked the Gothic teenager, who was now grabbing her book off of the coffee table,
"Yes, Robin…" Dully said she, heading off to the kitchen table,
"Well…welcome then…" Robin smiled, with a salutation holding out his gloved hand, which Sakiia took politely. Starfire then rose just as cheerfully, dimples a rosy red, and her eyes twinkling with glee,
"We are all so happy that you are safe and healed, friend!" She pronounced, hugging the shaman in a tight bear hug. A loud barricade of a sirens interrupted the gesture, causing the alien to release her victim, who straightened in a disorderly fashion. Robin checked the monitor in haste, checking the stats and cameras,
"It's Dr. Light! Titans, g--"
"I'll do it." Came Sakiia's voice, interrupting Robin, "It would be a part of my, 'initiation'…" By then, all of the Titans eyes looked at the shaman in unison, "As long as I could have my sword.'
What probably made the scene worse was that they still didn't trust him, his eyes lowered in monotone.
"Fine." Cyborg broke off, "Won't you need anything else, like your shirt?" Now noticing the physical condition of the warrior. But Sakiia's face remained strong,
"I don't need anything else but my sword, the shirt is obviously ruined, and armory would weigh me down. And…" He added, turning to the rest of the group, "…If I don't come back…I fail."
"Yea…but what if you stop him?" Beast Boy started to ask, but he was a tad too late, for Sakiia was already out the door, the Titan's eyes still following him until the metal door closed.
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Chapter 1, Part III
The yellow light showered police squad members, all taking cover inside of their cars. The officers took desperate measures by firing upon the middle-aged man that walked across the street, stolen money bags in his hand, and a corny costume of black, silver with yellow bolts. Turning to them with a dark look on his eye, the villain known as Dr. Light sends an enormous wave of psychic, yellow energy against the police, pounding all of the cars with enormous force and cracking their core.
"Fools! Your pathetic tries remain futile to my awesome powers!"
Seeing that their plans of attempted halting failed, he continues, hesitating slightly to glance at the sun, now a black object closing in by each millisecond. With a surprised gasp, he backs away coming face-to-face with a reflecting blade, a teenager dressed in a half, white kimono. The boy turns to him with a darkened grimace, his eyes slit monotone and the sword raised with both hands,
"Your rein of terror upon these citizens ends now, vile cretin…" He stats with a dull statement. With a wicked grin, the man somersaults backwards, sending small yellow bolts to Sakiia,
'Why, you need to catch me first!" Dr. Light cries, watching with glee as his attacks close in on the shaman. Swiftly, the shihan pivots his upper body downwards, right knees bending gracefully as his left slides out. With his chance open, Sakiia charges unmercifully, shielding himself from the blows with his sword, readying his launch. Dr. Light, in a astounded faze, sends more yellow energy balls at his opponent, hoping that any of it makes contact but with no prevail. Sakiia stabs the machine on the doctors chest, causing it to blaze in a blind confusion, with the crazed villain shrieking in pain. The shihan teen backs away, the sharp scabbard raised in a straight position, breathing slowly but with a long exhale. After the smoke settles out, the purple faced doctor shouts,
"No one makes a fool of Doctor Light!" With that, he sends again another parade of lights, which this time make contact with the warriors body, burns conflicting even more pain. In response, the teen launches onto a fire hydrant nearby, a scowl as his expression,
"Come and get me…" He murmurs, loud enough for the villain to hear. In frustration and mistakenly, he projects a large yellow blast in rotundas shape, slow enough for Sakiia to dodge by jumping off, and strong enough to connect against the hydrant in a enormous explosion. The water covered the unsuspecting villain in a imploded spout, rocketing the frustration even more.
"You can't hide forever!" He shouted in the bleak mess, blinking in a made fit. Suddenly, a silver blade flashed out of nowhere, slicing him in more of his gadgets, first his helmet, then the rest of his machinery. He then screeched in a high pitched yell, dropping to his knees, blood swarming everywhere. Dr. Light sways back and forth, to and fro, and then drops to his knees, eyes going blank and arms shaking. Quickly, the shihan escapes the water, doused in blood as well as water, sword still in his hands.
"Unh…not passing out now…need to get back to the Tower…" He murmurs wearily, placing his katana back into it's wooden brown case.
Setting off into the sunset, his once frown cracks into a small grin, perspiration and blood dotting the hairline, temple and brow, victory setting in.
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