A/N: Mainly written as combat practice. I hope you enjoy it.
"Barman! Another round of sake!"
"And another round of vodka for me!"
A duo of rambunctious women were drinking themselves to submission with no sign of stopping soon. As they ordered yet another round of sake, various residents of the pub were shaking their heads in annoyance or disgust, disturbed by both their attitude and the horns as well as chains that adorned their heads and wrists.
The first, a tall and rather busty female with singular red horn on her forehead, dark red eyes bubbling with mirth as she drank without abandon. Voluminous blonde hair cascaded down the back of her neck to the small of her back, as it waved about with her drinking. She wore a simple white, short-sleeved shirt with red trim at the cuffs, neck, and bottom and a dark blue semi-transparent skirt with red highlights.
The second was a woman of shorter stature, but she seemed no less ferocious in the partaking of sake that the two had shown. With warm brown eyes that accentuated her friendly demeanor, a red ribbons tied to her ginger hair, one might have said she was a simple child drinking sake, if it weren't for the two twisted white horn protrusions atop her head that had blue ribbons tied to the tips. In addition to her appearance, the young seeming woman wore a tattered pale pink blouse, a long purple and pink skirt, and three chain accessories tied to her belt. How she and her friend drank so much without passing out or simply dying from the sheer alcohol intake, he couldn't guess.
The man observing the curious duo wore a long armored plated coat, concealing his entire figure but also being extremely loose fitting to allow for over extending flexibility, as well as a visor over his eyes, assuming reading up on the latest information for his job. Ruby red eyes with a tinge of cyberoptics had previously been observing the information sent by his employer, as his slightly spiked black hair waved ever so slightly as the rustle and bustle of the pub remained at its peak. A pair of loose fitting gloves hid his purely mechanical hands, just as his pants concealed complete mechanical limbs, even while his combat boots hid his mechanized feet. He had to lose his original body in order to become an effective operative, and what a life it was. His armored coat and undershirt similarly concealed a figure of immense cybernetic strength, surpassing the prowess of even Olympic champions.
As he continued staring at the duo, the tall one noticed his gaze. Curiously enough, her eyes seemed to hold a sort of sadness in them, almost as if she were hiding a dark secret. As I continued gazing at her, she must have sensed something in my stare to smirk.
"What on earth could she be smirking for..?" I thought cautiously, before a thought emerged from the back of my mind. "A combat junkie? She certainly gives the outlook of one... Or perhaps one who seeks powerful opponents in order to better oneself? I like that in a woman... Wait what?"
"Hey baby, did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" A man sidled up to the taller woman, tossing an arm over her shoulders, his breath reeking of liquor.
The woman, whom had been in the process of heavily drinking, more than enough to practically kill a man, snapped her head to the drunken man, and fixed him with a drunken glare.
"First off, the only ones who reside in heaven are Celestials, while we live underground."
With a cackling laugh, he responds, "Hah! A jokester, huh? I love some wit in my gal-"
Any further words are cut off when she suddenly hip throws the pervert through the wall, the force of her drunken throw having propelled the poor soul with enough force to cave in his chest. He soared through the air and broken through the wall, landing outside in a mangled heap.
Bystanders nearby fled in panic, screaming profanities in their mad rush to get away, and hope that they would survive.
Through the chaos, I continued to stare at one another, their gazes unmoving and resolute. The other woman glanced over to the two of us, then at the empty bar, shouting, "Free alcohol!"
"Either that's cosplay and you have classified cybernetic tech, or you're some type of demon, most likely an Oni from the looks of those horns and that strength, am I not right?"
A smirk shows up on the woman's face, "Proper term is Youkai for people like us, but Oni is better stranger."
"Well then miss Oni, shall we start this dance?"
As two continued staring, a drop of water from a nearby pipe began it's journey down to the ground. On the course of its journey, a hand was placed within the coat of the man, while the woman brought her fists up.
The drop hit the ground, and the fight began.
An M89 High Explosive Fragmentation Grenade, already primed beforehand was launched from the hand of the man while another brought out two pieces of a folded device, and the woman dodged to the side, coming up quickly with a clumsy roll. A snap resounded throughout the restaurant, as the man completed assembling a rifle similar in shape to an M4A1, yet wielding far different specifications compared to its predecessor..
Known as the Beowolf, the anti armor firearm was adapted from the M4 series of rifles, switching out the entire upper receiver in order to facilitate the .50 Caliber ammunition used within the fearsome weapon.
He began sprinting to the side, keeping a bead upon the woman running to the side alongside him, unleashing a hail of fully automatic gunfire with his enhanced body strength, a result from military grade cybernetic augmentations. From her earlier show, she showed characteristics of immensive strength, most likely a close combat specialist, as she continually dodged each bullet perfectly, as if she had become attuned to such fighting styles.
Upon reaching an intersection of the barrier between the restaurant and the bar, he attempted jam the rifle into her face in order to fire point blank, but the ferociously strong Youkai tore the rifle in half with an effortless chop to the midsection, breaking the the firing chamber with little to no resistance whatsoever.
Flipping back, he drew a pair of service wakizashis from the back of his coat, and proceeded to land on a wall, propelling himself off in order to flick past her and attempt to nick her at least.
Unfortunately, her reflexes prevented any sort of high speed slashes, and she caught him midair while his Wakizashis slightly pierced her shoulders.
Dropping him over her head in surprise, he used his hands to push off of her back as he landed with a roll. Snapping up, he drew an FN Five-Seven from it's side holster, firing a stream of bullets towards her back.
To his shock, she flipped to the side even in shock, dodging each bullet with pinpoint accuracy, similar to a knife dodging competition.
During her roll sideways, a large portion of the undestroyed section of the bar had was being obliterated, as the combatant passed by her companion, still sitting at the bar guzzling various types of alcohol.
The young woman said, "Hm, Outside world beverages are decent enough, but only the strongest ones are good..." She stumbled through the back of the bar, and retrieved a bottle of pure alcohol, created for medicinal purposes. "Ah, this should do the trick!" She proceeded to retake her seat next to the path of destruction wrought by her friend, and continued to guzzle her drink.
As he attempted to regain his bearings to locate the older woman, she suddenly appeared right in front of him, knocking away his blades and sidearm with a dual handed push before she made a lunge for his face.
He leaned back in response, kicking her while holding onto her shoulders to propel her own body weight towards the back. He rolled backwards to land directly on her, pinning down her arms and legs as he vainly attempted to restrain her.
He lasted for less than a second as the woman propelled him with all four limbs into the ceiling, where his back crashed through the roof, nearly turning his cyborg spine to pieces, where his descent landed him a few meters away from her.
The woman looked on in amusement, as she raised her hands in a boxing stance.
A bait.
But one that he would be forced to take.
Standing up, his cybernetic parts managed to realign themselves, although in pieces. Even damaged as he was, the natural repair atoms that had been modified as nanomachines to facilitate regeneration began their work. Although, this technological marvel was still in its prototype stages, and as such, recovery could only be pushed to a threshold of realigning structures, followed by organic speed healing, which could be negated with proper maintenance.
Raising his hands into a custom stance, he began their duel of fists with a flurry of feints and probing attacks, to test how exactly she fought.
Halfway through his analysis, he was interrupted by the woman's counter attack, utilizing blows that cut through the air itself, moving at speeds of practically a car's highway speed. A punch by the woman was met by a redirect from the man as he attempted to flow into an elbow to the ribs, even as the woman stopped his arm cold. Countering the blow, he reversed his direction to attack her legs, yet found that her entire body was extremely strong, with enough power to block even low powered firearms. His roundhouse to her legs failed, as she caught his leg on her knee, causing a thud to resound as metal met flesh.
As each of her blows were dodged at great difficulty, as the man was struggling to keep up with her demonic speed, he began a gradual switch. As he continued dodging her seemingly weakened yet more precise blows if her amused expression was anything to go by, his style began to incorporate mixes of martial arts from around the world. Chinese Fire Arts with its precision, Kung Fu with its brutality, Tae Kwon Do's expert kicks, each and every style in the world was incorporated into the flurry of blows displayed by the man as he desperately attempted to break her guard.
Various pressure points on the human body were jabbed into as the joints would normally fail, but as an Oni's physiology was quite different, as none of the pinpointed spots were affected.
Failing to disable her body systems, the man began a flurry of advanced techniques designed to nullify an opponent's strength by using their very strength against them.
However, as he attempted to redirect the woman's latest shot to overextend, her balance and control were far too great, as she simply hit him with her other fist, before he slid under the second shot directed towards his head with an inch to spare and backed away.
He charged yet again, focusing on disabling her, or the very least, surprising her with a ferocious string of kicks, flowing through roundhouses, sides, backs, axes, hooks, even dropkicks in an attempt to attack. It wasn't until she grabbed his left leg that he realized what a mistake he made, before he escaped by twisting his leg and kicking her with his free leg, allowing him to break free.
It was only until conventional tactics failed that he began a more psychological fighting style.
Allowing her to gain more an upper hand, feigning tiredness in lieu of continued aggression, she began to grow more and more aggressive, as the her flurry of controlled counter blows reached a crescendo of aggression similar to an adrenaline rush.
With this, she finally threw an actual punch befitting of an Oni's strength, with enough force behind it to break a large stone in half, he underwent the intricate process of provoking areas of the body created to stimulate laughter, as he quickly slid around her, and performed a german suplex, bashing her head straight through the floor of the nearly obliterated pub. His head fuzzy and disorientated, he tried to remain wary of another counter from the demonically strong woman.
Her body disappeared in an instant, as his neck was suddenly in the chokehold of the woman's hand. As her hand began slowly crushing his windpipe, she whispered, "Any last words?"
The man managed a grin, as he murmured something.
The woman leaned in close, not quite hearing him, "What was that?"
His grin grew ever wider, as he whispered a single word, "Checkmate."
As the woman looked down in shock, she saw a small device exactly like the device used earlier that shot bullets pressed to her chest, and she knew that her reaction wouldn't be fast enough to prevent getting a bullet through the chest.
As her hand began to slacken slightly to allow him to breathe, she began laughing, at first with a chuckle, before evolving into full blown mirth, laughter bursting from her lungs as she continued her humour induced spree.
She let the human let go, as he fell to the ground, his throat barely intact, as his nanomachines began readjusting the windpipe position. His eyes dropped in exhaustion, as he felt the effects of their spar.
Seeing his fallen form, she sat on top of the man, as his eyes snapped open to register a weight on his stomach. When he looked up, he saw the very woman he had fought leaning towards him, her face quite a bit too close for comfort.
His grinning face matched the smile on the woman's face as she spoke, "I must admit, you're the most fun that I've had with a human in the outside world. Out of all the jackasses I've tried to fight, they've all either underestimated me or taken me for a stupid woman. It's refreshing to be able to fight someone as cunning as yourself. And such a handsome face you have..." She whispered teasingly as she caressed the side of his face.
In response, he said with a smile, "Likewise. It's been a while since someone managed to push me to my limits and break them as well. You're fond of powerful opponents, are you not?"
Her eyes twinkling, she said, "Maybe~"
The sounds of the doors being broken down resounded throughout the pub's remains, as a multiple SWAT Teams broke into the scene of destruction, armed with shotguns and assault rifles.
They froze in their tracks as they saw the man and woman sitting in a rather suggestive position, and they were in shock at the sheer absurdity of the scene.
As the two glanced at each other and nodded discreetly, as the SWAT Teams attempted to regain their bearings.
The younger woman suddenly walked out from the bar's cellar, carrying a veritable mountain of various drinks, yelling happily, "Suika Ibuki on scene, with the looted alcohol!"
As the room's heads all snapped to the woman now identified as Suika, the man asked the older woman, "What was your name anyways?"
The woman blinked in shock, then recovered and said, "It's Yuugi Hoshiguma. And yours?"
Chuckling a bit, he says, "Hei Zhanshi. What say we make our escape?"
Getting up, Suika joins the duo as they walk towards the entrance, while Hei whispers, "I've got a car outside, and I don't think you want any Oni powers being shown to the public now do you?"
"What about the guys in here?" Yuugi whispers back as the shocked SWAT Teams Begins to show cognitive functions.
The captain holds up his AR-15, yelling, "Halt! You are under arrest-"
Hei casually walks up and makes a date with his fist to the captain's temple, knocking him unconscious.
"Nonlethal, if you don't mind."
Yuugi and Suika grin widely as Yuugi responds, "With pleasure~"
As the SWAT Teams attempted to bring their weapons to bear, they were swatted aside as Hei parried a rifle before sidekicking the man in the stomach followed by a reverse jump kick to knock another out, the move flowing into a flip off a man's skull into a dropkick delivered to another.
Grace and technique, as well as personal enjoyment were high priorities in the Operative's mind as he toyed with the SWAT Team, showing a grace unknown to normal humans as he practically flew through the air, his cybernetic body able to do so, even while as heavily damaged as it was.
Yuugi and Suika had their share of enjoyment as well, breaking guns in half while having fun slapping and punching the soldiers into submission. Yuugi broke yet another rifle in half, spilling the 5.56x45 mm rounds over the floor, as she uppercut another slightly while she slapped another on the temple to account for her immense strength.
As the last soldier fell, unconscious due to the light beating delivered by the three, the trio broke into a sprint towards Hei's car, having already started as soon as they jumped in from the roof.
Various sirens filled the air as additional police forces attempted to pursue them, their sirens lighting up the city with blue and red, practically blinding citizens.
"How are you going to lose them?" Asked Yuugi, while Suika had fallen asleep in the back after a while, probably from the excessive drinks she consumed.
"Like this." With that, Hei typed in a command to his holographic display, and the car winked out of visual sight, an invisibility field having covered it.
"Patented Stealth technology. A friend of mine made this for me, and I tweaked with it to allow for nighttime usage, and since the moon's rays are still shining on us, it still works."
Laying back as the various police cars behind them spun in confusion, desperately attempting to catch a glimpse of where the car had gone, Yuugi asked, "Impressive. We certainly don't have anything like that back where we're from. Where to now?"
"Nowhere in particular yet. Somewhere you want to go?"
"Sure. Head to the dilapidated shrine nearby. I think you should meet the others of our home, Gensokyo." She said thoughtfully.
"The Hakurei Shrine? Well, if they're anything like you and Ibuki san..." Hei parked by the steps leading up to the Shrine, and as Yuugi got out carrying the still sleeping Suika, he typed in a command into his holo board once again, as the car itself began to morph. It's components became smaller and smaller, until it resembled a set of powered armor, pure black with his coat still on the outside. Various weapons could be seen on his person, more than his previous coat as he finished the car's transformation.
As the two Oni gazed in wonder at the strange contraption, a syringe in his hand was jabbed into his neck, as Hei's body spasmed slightly at the at the nanomachines entering his bloodstream.
As he finished, the trio made their way up the stairs, and passing the red tori, Yuugi said,
"Passphrase: Hakurei Shrine never gets donations."
A gap, with a ribbon like outer layer, as well as red eyes in an abyss, tore itself into existence, as Yuugi walked in, signalling for Hei to join her.
Staring into the gap, he murmured, "Let us enter..."
He stepped through the gap, as it closed behind him, his words fluttering in the breeze,
"A world of magic..."