Weekends with the Jakanja

That manly physique. That sword. Those gray scales, and that dedication to his work. Satarakura wanted to have Sandaru for his own. But there was something standing in his way. Furabijou. How dare she advance on Sandaru while he was around? Did she have his unpredictability and keen sense of wit? No, she did not. Did she wear a cool mask like he did? Again, no. Then Satarakura remembered he'd gotten the best of Furabijou the day he arrived Centipede, and everything became better. He walked down the halls of Centipede towards Sandaru's chamber. The Seventh Spear of Darkness was now working on obtaining the Dark Stone from the body of Lady Gozen.

"Satarakura!" hissed a voice. Wendinu. The monkey wrench in his otherwise perfect plans. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to practice for my comedy routine," Satarakura lied. To Wendy, he could've been telling the truth. Nobody really knew what the man in the mask was thinking. "So get lost, evil serpent!"

"At least I have a definite form of ninjitsu," said Wendy, "you're lucky my back isn't broken from throwing those heavy iron masks to your ninjas."

"Yes, you are lucky," Satarakura exagerrated, "I tried to have one of the Magerappa do it once, and he took out half the troops. It was hilarious!" Satarakura broke into his trademark insane laugh, tongue hanging out, and continued on.

When he passed through the central chamber, he found Furabijou stuck to the wall with honey. This had been arranged by a group of guillible Magerappa, a jar of the sweet and sticky stuff, and a great deal of irony. "Sucks to be you, FuraBEEjou!" joked Satarakura as he passed by, "You're not going to get in my way today!"

"What are you talking about?" asked the kunoichi, ironically bound to the wall by the byproduct of the insect she took on the traits of, "I was just doing my makeup!"

"And now you have all the time in the world to make up your mind about never getting in my way again!"

Satarakura laughed again and walked on.

He arrived at the entrance to Sandaru's chamber, opened the door, and walked in. "Sandaru-sama!" he exclaimed, "Are you making progress?"

"Definite progress," Sandaru laughed, "We're close to the Sad Bow. Anytime now..."

"That's excellent!" Sata exclaimed, "Can I see?"

"Yes, come closer..."

Satarakura leaned in and saw the turqouise medal, its five golden designs shining, on the table. Its glow was the only light in Sandaru's dark room. Satarakura took off his mask and looked into Sandaru's eyes. One was yellow, the other covered in mechanical hardware. But he didn't mind that. They were the smartest pair of eyes he'd seen in his life. "Sandaru..." Satarakura whispered quietly, "How about if you and I plan what we'll do together when Jakanja rules the world?" Sandaru, smarter than your average shark-man, processed this. He grabbed Satarakura by his arms, looked into his eyes...

...and spun him around, tossing him out of his door and through the hallways to the central chamber, where he immediately crashed into the immoble Tau Zanto.

"Satarakura," Tau Zanto hissed, "Never do that again. You're embrassing the Jakanja."

"But I..."

"NO."

"But I..."

"Do you want me to revoke you from using your Mask Ninjas?"

"...no."

"THEN NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!"

Satarakura stood up and walked out. He was going to do it again. But first, he was going to see if Furabijou had broken herself free from the honey. It would be worth a good laugh.