Hey everyone, I've decided to start yet another multi-chapter story that I'm sure I'll be lazy on XD

But I think this one will be more interesting than my others.

This is mainly a Masamune Date/Lu Xun fic as you know; including a few other undisclosed, side pairings. Its post the first Warriors Orochi game and it goes on from there.

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Anyways, I want you to know that the story is going to live up to its rating, so if you have any issue against Yaoi, brief sexual content, and gore then I suggest leaving now. But it won't be explicit or pornographic, I promise. And I'll keep language mild too since I'm not a great advocate of profanity. Also, you are welcome to flame me if you please :)

But if you're here to actually read, I hope you enjoy~

-BlueSun91

Disclaimer: I do not own and do not claim to own Warriors Orochi and its affiliates. Though we all wish we did ;)


"Black Magic"

-By BlueSun91-


Story Prologue

Orochi, a demon and enemy to all those who seek a land of peace, was gone. Killed by the very beings he peered down upon in repulse; though lacking his strength, they would rise above with numbers and determination. With his defeat, came harmony and stunningly a belief that without Orochi's havoc, the two worlds would still be wrought with corruption. In the end, indissoluble alliances would live on in this new world of united cultures.

The great kingdoms of China and Japan, divided in land but united in friendships, would ensure the harmony of this new land and its people.

But there were those who would forever decline this new found tranquility. The faithful remnants of the Serpent's empire lived on in rebellion, earnest in perpetuating their late Lord's name. And they thirsted for the mayhem of war. They would unleash pandemonium upon villages until being utterly crushed by the officials of righteousness. And with each outcry, the remnants would become fewer and fewer.

But they knew, someday, their Lord would rise to set free this caged chaos again.

Now, with each passing day, the Serpent's mighty empire crumbled ever closer into extinction. And yet, the followers would fight on in search of a method to resurrect Orochi. Even if it may be impossible, they would press on in hope the frail aspiration would come to fruition. Furthermore, if his army were to fade into history, there would always be an opposition to this sickeningly tedious world of peace.

Masamune Date, a spiteful, young warrior of Orochi's dying kingdom, would always be an advocate of war. He unambiguously loathed what had become of Orochi's twisted masterpiece. Now he and a few followers traversed this misshapen land, wreaking havoc in any way possible. Even though, there would be less in the horde after each assail. No matter, he would always flee unscathed.

It hadn't been long after the defeat and it had become difficult for one like Masamune to cope. He had once considered joining one of the factions of justice; what an absurd decision! No, he needed the thrill of battle.

It was late autumn that Masamune was struck by enemy he had never imagined coming.


Chapter I

Cursed

It was a routine evening for Masamune Date and the small crowd of angry remnants. The pale, snake demons along with his riflemen loyally followed after him with murderous hopes. The solemn general of only twenty two stood dressed in the usual pale green and ebony clad armor. The golden crescent of his helm glinted vividly in the high moonlight. In his hand he held a russet colored pistol, one of many he had.

Upon waking in this new and strange world for the first time, he found it fascinating when he revealed the foreign little weapon and fired upon the Chinese soldiers who fled from such a bewildering attack. The canons were the most entertaining when it came to such an occasion. The looks upon their pathetic faces as the flaming shell sailed from the sky and detonated upon the earth. Priceless.

Even now, Masamune couldn't help but laugh. Grinning maliciously, The One-Eyed Dragon mounted an ebony steed that would blend ideally with the night. He and his ravenous horde of snakes stood on the border of a thick wood outside Ti Sang Village, a small town known for its production of herbs and tea. It was rumor that the Wu Army had several units stationed in the village. It was perfect. If he was fortunate, Masamune hoped to eliminate as many enemy officials as he could in one sitting.

"Imbeciles, they don't even know what they have coming," He murmured aloud, gaining a few subtle cackles from the serpent soldiers. From where they waited in the shadows, the haughty general could see the wide cobbled market square at the center of the village. The empty stalls where all the goods had been removed surrounded the square. From there on were humble and sparsely placed dwellings where dim candles glowed in the windows. Weathered dirt paths snaked throughout the town, connecting each home with the market. Freshly cropped land surrounded the backside of the village, vast fields of ginseng.

This time, instead of charging in barbarically, they would use a ninja's tactic by slipping into the village and into the shabby houses. Unsheathing his katana from dormancy at his side, Masamune raised it outward and the snakes pressed forward like puppets. He remained within the brush, waiting impatiently for the soldiers to cause a commotion large enough for him to charge in personally. What was left of his riflemen stood along the perimeter of the woodland with him; ready to fire.

A few moments later there was a scream, and then another. It wasn't long before the night sky was field with cries of agony. Women and children were bustling into the market square, though not quick enough for the soldiers. Somewhere within the village, a home was ablaze, swallowing all those nearby into an inferno of destruction. Peasants swarmed into the streets along with soldiers armed only with whatever they could find to battle the sudden rush of enemies.

Masamune laughed at their pathetic attempt to resist, they might as well lie down and wait to die. He raised the katana again, "Fire!"

Suddenly there was an earsplitting din as the nose of the rifles burst with sparks of ember as the first round of bullets whizzed through the air and struck with precision.

Masamune struck the horse keenly in the flanks; it reared with a loud whiny and rushed forward. With a strident battle cry, he brandished the blade high and struck the closest soldier. He fell in a bloody heap to the ground, clasping his hands around his throat. Masamune tugged on the reins and the panicked horse reared again. Sheathing the katana, he revealed the pistol from the holster at his side and bullets came spitting from the barrel, piercing several bystanders.

Abruptly, two strangely familiar generals rushed him. He had recalled seeing both on the battlefield while Orochi still ruled. One on either side of him, Masamune aimed the pistol at the youngest of the two and the shot rang out just as the horse sidestepped, spooked by all the commotion. He had missed the general, who had a sword in either hand now.

The other general, an older man with a stern expression, addressed him, "Who are you?" He snapped as he pointed the tip of a halberd in Masamune's face.

"Hah!" the dragon growled, pointing the gun at the general and firing. This time, the bullet pierced the general's arm, slightly missing its initial target. Suddenly, Masamune felt a growing pain in his hip and the sensation of agony forced him to drop the pistol to grasp his side.

The younger of the two generals was on his other side now, barring Masamune from striking the older official again. A trace of blood was tarnishing the tip of the general's right saber. The One-Eyed Dragon glared at the young general, whose near perfect face portrayed no signs of intimidation.

"Damn you, Idiot!" Masamune howled, his bloody hand revealing the katana again, "You'll pay for this!"

The general didn't even fidget.

Hot-headed and in hammering pain, Masamune raised the blade but once again the horse reared with a loud whiny. Masamune dropped the katana with a loud cry as a bullet pierced his shoulder. He clung to the horse's neck with one are while clutching his oozing shoulder, as the steed raced forward. The general made no move to stop him, nor did he rejoice in his triumph over Masamune.

Unarmed and in agony, he let the horse race further away from the village, the cries, and that general. Masamune struggled to keep himself from swooning as the horse entered the woodland. Trees rushed by and, as if he were intoxicated, their branched reached over him as if to grab him like monsters.

Suddenly, he was in a clearing and strangely the horse began to buck wildly. It thrashed and cried as if being attacked by an unseen foe. Masamune, somewhat dazed, held tightly onto the reins.

"What is wrong with you?!" He snapped, though the shouting wouldn't calm a spooked horse. Then, the horse reared onto its hind legs again and Masamune had no strength to keep him mounted, so he was toppled onto the hard ground with a thud. Then, with a flash, the horse vanished.

Silence ensued, broken only by Masamune's groans of pain as he lay in a heap on the ground. His helmet had fallen from his head during the fall and was lying somewhere nearby. The air around him was rank with blood so strong; it would kill him before the wounds did. This is where he would die; there was no absolution greater in his thoughts. A few moments ago, he was mounted on the steed ready to attack a credulous enemy and now he lay prepared to die.

Masamune thought of the young general who first struck him, if it weren't for him, Masamune would have been triumphant. Through gritted teeth, he uttered a shaky curse.

"I can see not even death will shaken you," A monotonous, feminine voice murmured. Stunned, he had never heard such a striking voice before and he wasn't certain if it was from nearby or in his head.

"W…Wha?" Masamune struggled to sit up despite the harsh, protesting gash in his side. His dark eyes transfixed on a woman whose features were far too perfect to be real. Her lengthy ivory hair poured over her shoulders like a waterfall and there was a golden halo surrounding her head. She was dressed in provocative garments, fashioning hues of white, teal, and gold.

It was odd that he was able to see her in this darkness; in fact, she was all he could see. It was if she was surrounded in magnificent glow.

Her expression was as dangerous as her voice, though she was unarmed, it made even Masamune tremble.

"W-Who are you?" Masamune demanded, rather boldly for a dying man.

The woman rested her weight on one side and with the same dark tone, she replied, "Your worst nightmare, child"

Masamune gritted his teeth, and he for some peculiar reason, felt obligated to fear the woman.

"I am Nu Wa, a mystic and I am here to rid this twisted world of Orochi's legacy," She said, approaching Masamune ever so slowly, "You are perhaps the most persistent I've encountered yet"

"Woman, what are you talking about?!" He retorted, trying to scoot away but it was too painful to move. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, Nu Wa was standing over him, undaunted.

"Such a loose mouth you have, child," She murmured, straight faced as the tapped her chin in thought, "Such persistence"

Then she lifted a hand over her head and with a flash of vivid light a slim rapier appeared in her hand. Masamune felt the color drain from his face; he had to dreaming, he simply had to be.

"Date Masamune," She said, lowering the blade to tap the tip of his nose. He squirmed in response, but she simply flashed a dangerous and pearly smile, "Fear not, I will not kill you, child"

Masamune felt his laboring heart ease by her words, but he couldn't take his eyes off the blade which was still pointed at his face.

"Yet," She added, then "Instead, I will offer a chance of repentance," Nu Wa stated in what sounded like boredom, "Listen closely, child. I know well of your power as well as your faults. If you are so able to change to the path of integrity, I will offer you a most pleasant reward"

Masamune watched her golden eyes closely, trying to figure out the catch in this little gamble but he didn't need to wait long.

"But if you cannot," The smile that had faded reappeared on her all too ideal face, "If you fail at this game and commit a single terrible deed, I will steal your very soul away"

Masamune remained inert as she raised the rapier over her head again, "Furthermore, with this single stipulation, you are from this moment forward tied to a single individual of my choosing. This bond will determine your fate; protect it and you will be rewarded, break it and not even Orochi's power can protect you"

Masamune felt a shadow overtake him and then he felt himself falling back onto the ground. He was staring up at Nu Wa as she uttered one final proclamation, "Remember, Date Masamune, your soul in is my unmerciful hands"

Swiftly, she dropped the blade upon him and everything went black.


I always hate typing the chapter lol If you haven't played it yet, Nu Wa is based on her character from Warriors Orochi 2. Please review and let me know what you think :) More Xunie in the next chappie