Enma

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me- Joshua Graham

I'm going to overthrow the King of Hell!- Makoto Shishio

Summary: As it would happen, Makoto Shishio along with his most trusted comrades did not, in fact go to hell. Instead, they were reborn in a world of bloody evolution.

A.N: I'm only posting this since another dude published his story first.

Canon pairings

Prologue

"Win, please win, Lord Shishio…" the dying woman wheezed out as blood dripped from her lips as she reached for her lovers burnt face, hidden beneath the bandages

"I'll wait for you…one step ahead of you…" the former courtesan reached closer to the man who had given her everything and for whom she had sacrificed her life gladly. As he had promised the manslayer had slain her and did as she had asked him that night: splendidly, magnificently and above all else- vividly.

"…in hell…" she leaned into his gloved hand and whispered gently as life left her long abused body.

Her wrists went limp and Komagata Yumi passed away, but despite her violent end…

Yumi died happy.

Makoto Shishio passed soon after, defeated not by sword, but by his own ailing body and time. He did not die happy and raged at the world for its misgivings, but just as he died, the manslayer thought of the woman.

By all laws, both earthly and those of Kami, these two souls should have been taken to hell, but curiously enough and just like in life, these souls had strayed from the path laid out in front of them and mysteriously came to another world.

This new world was much like their previous one, full of humans and their paths of life, whether it was that of a saint or that of a monster that even hell would refuse entry to. However, there was only one difference to this one and their previous- Humanity no longer reigned supreme.

Indeed, this world was inhabited by others and they only sought one thing: the death of mankind, but humans are quite the spiteful bunch and so the world lived in a near perpetual state of border skirmishes and assaults against these beings, who were dubbed very poignantly as the Grimm.

In this world Komogata Yumi would most likely found happiness on her own, were it not for the regrettable circumstances of her birth.

You see, in this world Yumi, now Shinku Hana was born an illegitimate child.

Even worse this infidelity couldn't have been hidden for the sole reason that little Shinku was a Faunus.

Faunus were very looked down upon in the other parts of this world, but in Mistral their treatment was exactly the same their human kin would receive. After being very spiritual people, what were a few sets of animal ear or horns to the purity of one's spirit?

However, even the gentlest of people may develop biases based on their own experiences and betrayal of such magnitude was not simply forgiven.

Kuroyuri was no place for such biases, alas it was not meant to be so for the Hana family.

Shirogane Hana, the patriarch of the family had enough reason to be unhappy with the existence of the child, but the cherry on top was the fact that his wife had perished in the childbirth, before he could ask her why. Left alone with a child that wasn't his and everyone offering meaningless platitudes and pity, the mere dislike soon enough festered into hate.

Thus Shinku Hana was known by the other children as a sickly and quiet child, but none of them had an inkling of the horror that the young girl suffered day and night.

Early enough she learned of her father's hatred for her but did not understand why. Striving to earn her forgiveness for some wrong her childish mind could think of, obviously that didn't work, and so the abuse continued.

The long robes covered her bruises and gave other villagers the impression that he actually cared for her, after all these robes were made from the finest silks the village could afford.

However, on her ninth birthday things took a darker shape.

Shinku, was sitting in her room looking at the small cake some of the older ladies of the village had gotten her. It was a mere muffin with a candle in the shape of a nine and it was the only thing that illuminated the spartan room, but to the child it was the best thing anyone had gotten her.

The small Faunus girl had only few belongings her father had begrudgingly permitted her, all of which would take one quarter of the small wardrobe standing on the left to the door and half of a small shelf, where her fairy-tale books rested.

These were the things that brought her most peace after her father's drunken ravings and she was just reading about the huntsman who saved the maiden from the Dragon-Grimm, when the candle was snuffed out, leaving her in the darkness as the door was thrown open and her fathers from stumbled into the room

Immediately she smelled the Vacuoan Rum and knew what would come next, the rantings, followed by beatings and then finally he would cry and leave, mumbling things to himself, leaving her battered form lying on the tatami mats.

The bottle smashed against the wall and before the girl could say anything he was upon her.

This time there were no venomous words or slaps, he went straight for the fists.

The first one knocked the chair down on the floor, making her cry from the pain, however the monster wasn't done yet and reached for her story book.

"Father, No!" she cried as she grabbed the book, refusing to give him her most cherished gift.

She got a backhand for her worries, that formed a nasty bruise on her right cheek. Regardless of her valiant attempts, he got the book and she could only watch as he opened it.

"Where were, we princess?" he sneered as he found the bookmark and meticulously read out loud the title

"Huntsman and the Maiden? I thought Lady and the Grimm was more what you'd like" Shirogane slurred and tore out the page after page and threw it in front of her.

"Just like your mother, animal lover, pheh" he spit out, the saliva drops hitting the hem of her robe.

Shinku sat there in mute terror, her eyes overflowing with tears, watching as her father in her drunken stupor continued to demolish her room and in one moment the dam broke and she ran.

The little girl ducked under his arms and was almost through the door, when he caught the edge of her robes and in her haste to get away from home, the robes tore.

Suddenly something shattered within the nine-year-old girl as her mind was assaulted with memories not her own and what she saw terrified her as she saw a girl much like her being assaulted, forced to do painful things when naked. These strange images in her mind overwhelmed the young girl so that she knew no other solution than to keep running.

She dashed out of her home in the middle of a moonless night and ran.

In the forest another soul wandered not far from her.

With her sensitive hearing, Shinku could hear movement not far from her current location, her fox ears twitched, and she was horrified at the implications of Grimm being so near.

She got up and froze as she heard familiar footsteps behind her. The Faunus girl looked back and with horror saw her father through the trees, slowly walking towards her with a manic grin on his face with a gun in his hand.

Immediately she took off towards the other source of the sound, wishing for a swifter death than the one calling himself her father would give her.

A shot echoed through the forest and barely missed her. In the night she had no trouble traversing the forest due to her Faunus heritage, but the fright coupled with the strange visions was enough for her to lose her way.

Criss-crossing, like a rabbit the girl fled through the woods, tears staining her face and robes floating in the light breeze.

Shinku had thought that she had gotten far enough from him, when a lucky shot hit her in the leg, making her cry out in pain.

Swiftly she tore at her robes and quickly made a makeshift bandage. The bullet must have torn something important the girl noted as with fear and pain she hobbled further.

Each step felt like a mile and once she saw a figure standing in the clearing with bodies of the Grimm around him vanishing in black ash, the girl quickly gained new resolve, even if her strength waned.

She couldn't stop there, especially if her father was still following her. Just at the edge of the clearing her shot leg gave out and she crawled into the clearing, before the man, no a boy holding a sword in a familiar fashion, if only she had known where she had seen it before.

With these last thoughts, Shinku passed out on the soft moss floor.

Soon after the girl had passed out the boy sheathed his sword and decided to inspect the girl. In a slow confident stride, the boy approached the unconscious girl and without a doubt the first thing he noticed was the moss absorbing the blood from her wound.

Carefully and gently he rolled over the girl and looked at her.

His crimson eyes widened in surprise and then grew hard as he noticed the bruise that had started to swell.

With the sight of her torn robes his hands once again found the hilt of the sword and knuckles grew white as he drew it and shifted into his favourite stance and waited.

Soon enough a man rushed into the clearing, inebriated and holding onto a gun. His eyes spoke of hatred and violence, it was not hard to foresee what his intentions were and would inevitably lead to a conflict between the two.

It had been far too long since he had spilt human blood.

"There are you little bitch" the man wheezed out of exhaustion as he looked at the fallen child, completely oblivious to the other person in the clearing with him.

Then someone cleared his throat and it wasn't him.

In front of him, just mere two feet after the girl stood a very strangely dressed boy. Bandages covered the entirety of his left arm from the tips of his fingers to his left breast and the rest was covered by a violet yukata, but while the man was focused on the strange clothes of the boy, in his drunken stupor he didn't notice the sword that he held in his bandaged hand.

"Who are you?" he questioned loudly and the boy opened his closed eyes, red irises shining with malice and a grin stretched on his face.

"That is not important as I should be asking questions here as this girl ran from something" he pointed the sword at Shinku's fallen form and then focused back on the man who had started to realise that something wasn't quite right with the situation he was in.

"Something that could shoot…Ne, old man, why do you have a gun?" he asked and smiled again, showing pearly teeth.

Shirogane swallowed spit and tried to lie with the best of his ability

"There are Grimm all around and it's dangerous to go alone"

"And that's why she was shot?"

The boys crimson eyes bore into him and somehow he couldn't focus

"Bandits assaulted the village a-and-"

"Quit lying. I'm not blind," the boy interrupted him coldly and those awful eyes felt as if they could burn him "She ran from you and you decided to put an end to this once and for all, am I right?"

"What's it to you, kid?" Shirogane angrily snapped back and despite his violent outburst, the boy was not disturbed one bit, if anything it had made him more excited.

"I dislike people touching what is mine."

The surreal answer knocked Shirogane out of focus and it was enough for him to miss the glint of the blade in the dark.

Horrible pain blossomed under his elbow and smell of burning flesh was in the air around them.

The man could only scream in pain as the nerves screamed that something was missing. In pain and madness, he pointed the stump of his arm at the boy and tried to pull the trigger.

Laughter echoed across the clearing as another scream joined the laughter and the one who had abused a helpless child was now abused in turn.

Fallen backwards without his leg, Shirogane could only scream and try to wiggle backwards from his attacker, who unhurriedly strolled towards him, the blade resting on his bandaged shoulder.

Kneeling he grabbed the discarded gun and raised it to his eyes, eying the weapon with undisguised distaste.

"Weapon fitting a weakling" he snarled and aimed it at the man in front of him.

"N-No! P-please wait!" Shirogane pleaded, the pain giving clarity to his mind "I am rich! Spare me and you will have my money and the girl!"

"Huh?" The boy raised a single eyebrow and lowered the gun.

Shirogane was relieved that the barbarian was willing to listen to reason, but the joy was quickly lost as a bullet shattered his remaining kneecap. Howling in pain he clutched the mess of a knee with his unharmed arm and cursed.

"Yumi, I see you are awake" the monster said aloud, and his eyes darted past him and he saw Shinku awake and looking at him.

Shinku hobbled towards to the boy and looked at the lying body parts with disgust. Her father looked at her with pleading eyes, eying the gun in the boy's arms.

Just as she was beside him the girl just eyed him questioningly

"My name is Shinku, I'm afraid you have mistaken me for someone else" she said and was rewarded with another bout of malicious laugher, though not aimed at her.

The boy besides her, the monster who had casually dismembered her father and protected her body for some unknown reason, was undoubtedly handsome: high cheek bones, angular face and eyes that shone with burning passion. In the fairy tales she had read, one could liken him to the huntsman or a prince coming to save the maiden, but each passing second, he seemed more like a beast of Grimm.

"That is very unfortunate, but you look very much like her. I would like to test this one more time before I am certain, if that is alright with you…" the boy trailed off the smile becoming friendly if that was possible despite the bloodlust he was emanating.

"Why yes, I see nothing wrong with that" Shinku said as her fox ears twitched, noting that her father used this to wiggle a little bit further from both of them.

"Subarashi…" the boy said this word strangely, yet with great relish and grabbed her around the waist with his sword arm.

Then he kissed her, and the world turned into white.

Now she was in a lavishly furnished room, one fit for a king, sitting in a sofa and reclining against a rather sturdy pillow, yet the pillow shifted and with it came the realisation that the pillow was not a pillow, but a living body! She looked up and saw those same ruby eyes the boy possessed and immediately her chin was captured by a bandaged hand. His face was covered in bandages, small tufts of black hair peering through. Only his mouth was uncovered but seeing the burn marks, she could easily imagine what lied underneath.

This scene shifted to another, one where she was holding his hand in hers as they walked through empty streets in a rainy day.

Then another, where he was facing an auburn-haired man with a cross shaped scar, both men bleeding and breathing heavily, unknown feeling of dread came over her as she saw the two cross swords.

Finally, she returned to a memory where he held her body close and her vision blurred

"I'll wait for you…one step ahead of you…" she whispered to him as she died

"…in hell…"

Then Shinku Hana opened her eyes, but these violet ones were now aged, wise with experience and one could say vicious as when she looked upon the man who called himself her father, there was no fear of a child in her, just cold disdain of a woman long suffered.

"Tell me the name in which you are a woman" the boy asked her as her hand cupped his cheek

"It's Komagata Yumi" retorted, her eyes now shining with joy as she recognized the words only he had told her once.

"I see. Yumi, never leave my side…again" the boy who had been reborn just like her said and handed her the gun.

"You promised to me that we would take over hell together" she pouted

"Seems hell will have to wait" he smirked

The girl who had been Shinku Hana leaned in closer and said "then this one will have to suffice"

Her lips captured his and their tongues battled as they had in their other lives, both held the other close unwilling to lose them again, especially in this new strange world they had set their sights upon just now.

When they separated for the need to breathe, Yumi could only rest her head on his bandaged chest and inhaled.

Some things never changed, she thought contently as blood, ash and gunpowder gave off the aroma no one else could replicate. All was right in the world for her.

Shishio, now mostly unburnt and more handsome than she could have ever imagined held out the gun in front of her, urging her to rid herself of the past, the abuse and start anew.

She had never shot a gun before in her life, so understandably the girl was bit nervous about shooting. Grabbing the gun and holding it with both hands she aimed down the sights, looking at the man who had been her father in this world, but she would never refer to him as such ever again.

"So, how do I shoot this? Shishio-sama is it anything like the one Hoji used?" she asked, turning to him, completely ignoring the man nearby, who attempted to rise to his feet, in order to run away from his impending death.

"While I find them distasteful, a tool for the weak" Shishio admitted aloud as he straightened her arm to get a more precise shot "There is a certain charm to hear this bang" he chuckled and leaned closer to check if the sights were aligned properly.

"Now you got it" he praised the girl, no, woman who mercilessly pulled the trigger and both watched with sadistic satisfaction as another shout of pain echoed through the forest.

The pair approached their victim and Yumi raised the gun again, only this time aimed the weapon at his head.

"Shinku, please, I know I haven't been the best father. I know that I have treated you horribly, but please don't do this!" Shirogane Hana shouted, but like he had done to her, his daughter didn't listen to no crying, begging or anything he might have done to convince her otherwise.

Yumi smiled pensively and shook her head "What father? The one who beat me nightly because he couldn't watch what mother was doing. At first I might have blamed her for being a tramp, but with the…man…like you" the word man was said with such venom, Shirogane didn't think was possible "It is no wonder she decided to do what she did, but I am thankful that you didn't smother me while I was an infant, so I will at least ensure that your memory for the villagers will be a good one" she finished and meticulously aimed it down.

Then she pulled the trigger.

The bullet smashed in the roots beside the downed man, who looked on with confusion as the boy had stopped her, pushed the arm just enough so that the bullet would miss.

"Why?" she questioned aloud, but immediately stopped as she saw the look in his eyes and knew better to question his judgement.

Wordlessly she tossed the gun away and rested her hands on her hips, as if awaiting an explanation.

The little monster, sent a smile away that made the Faunus girl flush scarlet and offered her the sword.

"My love, why? Sword is not a woman's tool…" she was puzzled. Why would he do this, during their previous life he was content on letting her remain on the sidelines, but then it dawned on her that she had never asked him to teach her the way of the strong.

"Were you always waiting for this?" she asked aloud and took the hilt of the sword and drew it out of it's sheath.

"It's no Mugejin, but I believe that I'll find a proper replacement in time, for blade is just a blade. The real weapon is the warrior himself" he commented as Yumi inspected the katana.

Far shorter than Mugejin and without its unique properties, but still it was a remarkable blade, regardless.

"Where did you get this anyway?" she asked and raised the sword.

"In the ruins of my village after bandits raided it, but that doesn't matter right now as you should not hold the sword so loosely." Shishio steered away from that path of the conversation and stepped behind her and shaped her stance into a semi proper one.

"For women their first time should be bloody" he whispered huskily in her ear, his breath teasing and tickling her skin as he grabbed a hold of her fists grasping the hilt of the sword.

"Goodbye father" Yumi said coldly and swung the sword in a downward slash.

The last thing Shirogane Hana saw was his daughter swinging the sword, while a red eyed devil leered over her shoulder.

It really was no wonder that few months later the Grimm that would be known as Nuckelavee attack the small village of Kuroyuri, leaving four survivors, different from each other as night from day.

AN: And that's a wrap! Some people just bound to meet one another in any world. You might be wondering, "Spook, where the hell is Adam, Nobunaga, Jinnai and those Nazi fucks you were writing about?!" Well, I'll tell you! My writing takes flight and then it plummets, the Nazis were a passion project of my edgier days and sort of fuck you to the current state of world right now. Adam was a vitriol fuelled writing binge about the state of RWBY fandom and the incessant pandering from SJW writers, who butchered the legacy left to them. Jinnai and Nobunaga were passion projects, which I had just stored in my folder for a while, letting their schemes fester in my mind. I also toyed with a Zuko/Harem story idea, which I put on hold until later, but the idea was fantastic.

That one begins the day after he is mutilated by his father and in the middle of the night kidnapped by Ozai's fav concubine's men, who let him to die in Caldera forests, where he is close to death and later is rescued by Sozin's dragon, who is actually his great grandmother (Vathara is brilliant!). What follows then is mostly Zuko wandering around the Nations and seducing the girls I liked the most in the show, while becoming a folk tale for the Fire Nation soldiers and the peasants alike. He becomes the Golden Dragon due to the golden flames he wields and with them , the enemy of Ozai. In the end it's not the Avatar who defeats the Fire Lord, but Zuko himself, who has enough of his sires mad reign.

He would end up with Ozai's Death Squad (Azula,Ty Lee,Mai), Jun and Toph, while having a tragic romance worthy of plays with one certain girl, who gave her life to the Moon.

If anyone of my readers want to take a stab at this, feel free to do so!

Have a nice day and be merry!