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.

Canon pairings

Chapter 1: Kuroyuri

The news of Shirogane's death rocked the village, but the strangest thing Li Ren, the husband of An Ren and the father of Lie Ren, noted was the fact that Shinku simply did not show any outward emotion during the funeral, only holding closely to the cold boy who had brought her back to the village.

When they asked what had happened to Shirogane, the answer was simple- Grimm. When she had ran away from home when she found out that she was a bastard, her father had taken after her and sacrificed his own life to hold off the Ursa Major that had wandered in this part of forest. The boy, Kuro Oiharau, had found here passed out a mile from the village and carried her back there.

As the incense burned and smoke along with the soul of the deceased was carried to the god of Light above. While Shirogane hadn't been the most famous of villagers, most of the village had gathered just for the common courtesies sake. As he let his gaze to slide towards the grieving daughter and her rescuer, Li Ren noted that they both seemed much older than their age suggested as both stood silent and unmoving, his mind supplied that grief was the cause for such numbness, but however he could not have been more wrong as the children, if you could call them that with their past, were just waiting for this to get over to return home and begin training for the future ahead of them.

After the ceremony and listening to all condolences the pair retreated to the house where they would resume where they left off.

"How did you remember your past, love?" Yumi asked, before yelping as she felt his teeth gently bite the nape of her neck. Breathing loudly she allowed him his little fun as he untied her sash and helped the Faunus girl out of her ceremonial funeral dress.

"Didn't I tell you that my village was raided by bandits before I found you?" the Faunus girl nodded at this and continued to listen.

"This happened roughly five or six years before and I found myself trapped in a burning building…"

He didn't need to continue because Yumi understood the implications and gracefully remained silent before grabbing her training clothes and the stick Shishio had prepared for her.

"So these bandages are cover what burns you suffered while fleeing?" she asked as she tied her hair in a loose tail turned back to the boy who had discarded the yukata in favour for one of her late father's kimono's, which looked very silly in her opinion as it looked more like a cloak on his tall lithe frame.

"Yes," he admitted as he straightened the kimono, so it would at least somehow resemble the way It was worn "I got burned when I broke through the burning door, but when I had freed myself from the fiery grave twice, I faced another danger"

"Who dared to attack you?"

"A bandit" her lover answered with a sadistic smirk "the fool had this fine blade, but swung it like mace, no technique, no finesse." He leaned against the door and regaled her with this tale

"His style mirrored his mind. It was a simple trick to bait him into one of the burning houses and stab him"

Yumi sat down on the edge of the bed and nodded at his tale.

"What did you do since then?" she asked moaning as she stretched languidly on the bed making it no secret what she wanted from him.

"Yumi, no."

"Why? It has been years since we last were together!" she sat back upright and pouted.

"Look at yourself and me!" he growled "There are more pressing matters for us, like your training and these bodies won't allow us to experience the full pleasures of our reunion" Shishio explained as he pushed himself off the wall and approached her bed in his refined, predatory gait.

Her cheeks tinted with crimson and she didn't even flinch when he invaded her personal space and his inhuman eyes bore into hers

"But that does not mean we can't have ANY fun" he leered and in an instant Yumi's arms were around his neck and pulling him down. The house was silent, save for giggling, moans and laughter coming from bedroom.

To Lie Ren, Shinku had always been an oddity as the Faunus girl very rarely played outside with other children and now when her father had died, she refused to leave the side of the boy who had brought her back to the village.

However, the boy was the real cause of concern for the nine-year-old. He radiated an aura that was for the lack of better word… evil and now the boy had suspected that something other than the Grimm had taken Shirogane's life but seeing Shinku smiling more than she ever did before and going outside was the only thing that kept Ren for going to his father with his suspicions. For all bad the bad aura and cold eyes the boy had, Ren was forced to admit that there was really nothing he did that was punishable by law or even ethical standards as he worked with the builders to finish the walls and other little jobs all over the village, but Ren was not fully convinced so one day he decided to follow the strange older boy.

Nora had come down with cold and he had nothing better to do anyway. It was in the evening when the sun had descended to Remnant, bathing the world in orange hues. The boy, Kuro was returning from some small errand, but there was something different on his face.

A smile, or it should have been as Ren saw a twisted mockery of a smile filled with something he could not place.

Quietly and using what little aura manipulation Ren had been taught he stealthily followed the boy heading home.

The stealthy boy noted that instead of entering home like a normal person, which Ren knew the other boy wasn't, he disappeared around the corner of the house and straight into the backyard.

Slowly Ren crept out of the bushes he had hid in and carefully moved towards the fence. It was a simple plank one, therefore with enough gaps that the boy could spy on what was going on.

Beside the small pond and root garden stood a small coffee table and a couple of low benches, with Shinku pouring hot tea into the two cups right next to a tray of the snacks.

Kuro walked past her, sharing her a small nod, which she returned with a full-blown smile and stood up, following him in a quick stride if not a full blown run.

They did not come back and Ren was not bothered by this, being a patient child and even helping his father with hunting, had instilled respectable patience into the boy, who continued to wait.

So, he waited at least five minutes, before the two came back. However, the time waiting was spent usefully in inspecting the backyard. Everything looked normal, save for the circle laid out with small smooth stones with another line splitting it in the middle. Ren wondered what purpose this might have served when the pair returned outside, the boy Kuro entering first, Shinku following him diligently.

What had changed was that Shinku had discarded her robe for a t-shirt and loose training pants and holding two smooth wooden sticks.

Both sat down and like reached for their cups.

"This is excellent" he said after a long pause, evidently savouring tea, at this the girl blushed and continued quietly sip her tea.

The air was thick with tension, Ren noted as both drank their tea in complete silence.

Then Kuro rose up and shook off the robes he had been wearing, revealing his bandaged chest and walked to the left side of the circle. What wounds could have he sustained to have to wear the bandages

"Did you go to the katas like I told you, Yumi?"

What? Why was he calling Shinku in the foreign name Yumi? What were these katas, he spoke of? Ren now definitely had to say and see what happened next.

"Yes, is it that time already?" the Fox Faunus raised one eyebrow and her ears twitched and rose from her bench with two sticks held in each hand. She approached the circle and threw one of the sticks to the boy, who caught the stick effortlessly and beckoned her with the stick.

"Now, settle in your stance and let's begin." He told her and watched as she settled into the position.

Ren held his breath and watched what would happen next.

Shinku let the sword hang left of her for a bit, before returning to her position. Kuro merely raised an eyebrow as she shook her head.

"Are you ready? You asked for this…" he trailed off and without a word the girl sprang into action while Kuro seemed entertained by this aggression and blocked an overhead strike.

"Very good. However, that Karatake should be at least twice as quick, but you need to hold the blade more firmly to get the most use out of it." He corrected her, again using another strange term and correcting the swing.

So it continued, swing after swing, she tried to hit him, but each time was deflected, blocked or even simply evaded.

Normally, even Ren's insurmountable patience would have crumbled and he had gone home, but this was something akin his father when he performed archery practice, above mere training.

"Who do you want to be Yumi? The devoured or the devourer?" Kuro asked after dusk had set in and caught the stick with his hand, after Shinku had tried a diagonal slash.

He let the blade go and she stumbled before almost falling on the ground, but regained her balance before returning to her stance, blade gripped with determination.

"Answer me Yumi!" he roared and almost vanished from Ren's eyes, before reappearing left of Shinku, delivering a sharp vertical slash that was almost allowed to hit Shinku, who in the nick of time managed to block the hit with her own stick.

"If it's you, then I'd like to be both devoured by and be the one who devours you, Shishio-sama" she exclaimed while grunting, before pushing his stick off.

"An admirable sentiment Yumi, but you are far from being able to devour me" he chuckled and stabbed the stick into ground and picked the yukata up from the ground and slipped it on his shoulders, before leaving the circle.

"That's enough for today, but remember to practice. While we are still children we can't do much more advanced techniques, but I guess to have everything would be too much, right?" he asked as he picked up the tea tray and the cups, while the girl picked up the sticks and practically skipped after him with the untouched tray of snacks in her hand.

As the both children went inside and closed the door, Ren deigned to move from his position and slowly back away, before running home. It seemed that his doubts were unfounded and so the boy left, not even suspecting that this training session was just a show to divert his attention from what really happened during their training.

"He left" Yumi said as she spied the green clad boy rush back home, inside Shishio rested on the couch and rose up, before grabbing his katana.

"I do hope that this single block you did back there is not the only thing you can do" he smirked and unsheathed the blade, inspecting it in the light of the room, before heading out once again.

Yumi smirked as she followed him, what a coincidence it was that her semblance was so compatible with his.

The next weeks passed in a blink of an eye as they continued their training and plans for the future.

Yumi was hesitant to let him go once again, but his argument was flawless for the chance that something could happen to her and being forced in her previous occupation was enough for her to accept their separation for the years to come. However, Shishio proved once again that he was not completely heartless and took one of her hair ties and wrapped it around the hilt of his sword.

In the morning of the day he was supposed to leave the air was heavy and the heat was unbearable so all he could do was sulk in the darkness of their home with Yumi, who took his inevitable departure badly, despite her outward acceptance.

Shishio was not a man cowardly, nor so cold to ignore her distress, but strangely he was hesitant to confront his lover to settle down this once and for all.

She was not in her room, nor was she in the basement practicing her semblance, which narrowed his search to three possible places: the bathroom, kitchen or his own bedroom.

The last one was the least likely to be, so the boy decided to check the kitchen first, before it was bathrooms turn.

The kitchen was empty as was the bathroom, which made the trained killer to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He opened the door to his room, the room that had belonged to that repulsive man who had raised her and saw her lying in his bed, the kimono unravelled as she had done in their other life.

While she was enticing no matter the age, Yumi, however did lack some things that had made the sight so alluring in the first place and could not do things they had usually done.

"It did take longer than I imagined for you to find me, love" she smiled as she got up, her naked chest visible to him.

Yumi had done her hair! Shishio groaned loudly and climbed into the bed, much to her disappointment as he pushed the Faunus girl down in the mattress and rested his head on one of the pillows.

A loud slap echoed across the room. He got up immediately and with questioning look on his face looked at Yumi.

"What did I deserve that for?!"

She turned away from the boy and fixed her robes, huffing dramatically. Inside she was torn, on one hand she understood his reasoning, but another side of her hurt. After all was it not her that looked past his scars and found allure in the man beneath the charred flesh? Why did he refused to embrace her now? Was this childish body at fault?

As these and many more thoughts sped through her mind, each dragging her a bit more into the abyss she never hoped to return to. She fisted the fabric of the kimono and like a snail drew into her shelf, willing herself to keep these tears at bay.

However, while she experienced a rare moment of self-doubt, her worse half was not ignorant. Long arm with muscles like steel, slowly snaked against her tiny waist and flipped her over turning her to him, her puffy violet orbs facing his amused crimson ones.

His other arm found itself behind her shoulder blades and pulled Yumi even closer, her face buried in his chest.

"I will not pretend to know what is going in your mind, but don't you forget what you promised me." In their brief time since their reunion Shishio much to his amusement had found out that Yumi's second pair of ears was far more susceptible to his ministrations as her true ears and it showed as she sighed in contentment as he rubbed one of the furry black ears between a thumb and a forefinger.

"Mmm…my life, but I did not specify if this life counted," Yumi lifted her head and grinned as he looked down on her

"I think we should renegotiate" Shishio quietly said as he sent a smile her way, distracting her from a wandering hand that grabbed the base of her neck and squeezed.

The Faunus girl smiled and snuggled closer to him "I think that last time it worked out just fine, but this time I'd like to enjoy my life a bit" she confessed, and he removed the hand from Yumi's neck, switching it for her cheek.

Shishio thought himself a man free of many chains that held weaker men, but when he looked up at her, he realised that there was another chain, which he had forgotten about. The chain that bound them across these two lives was no coincidence, the manslayer noted and pondered silently this mystery, once more moving the wandering hand to her waist and resting his head atop of hers.

I'll think about it later, was what he thought and murmured to Yumi

"Sleep and let this moment be. Your scent is what I wish to remember when I leave."

He inhaled the fragrance that was her, it was different, wilder than in their previous life, but this change was not unwelcome.

So the manslayer, held his victim and beneficiary close in his grasp until she entered the realm of dreams. However, he did not dare to sleep again after this sudden revelation and recurring nightmares that plagued him.

Instead Makoto Shishio opted to watch his lover, Yumi sleep, while his mind opted to take darker paths and come to things he had put off for far too long.

One thing was certain, it would be hard for him to leave.

He was never good with goodbyes and in a small corner of his black heart he wished that it would be the only one he would have to say to her.

A.N: Hi there, thanks for all the reviews! I really feel motivated right now and will pump out a chapter every day. No sarcasm, guys! You might be wondering what will happen next and being the good and kind author that I am, I will tell you...Nothing. Spoilers ruin a story you know. Have a nice day and be merry!

Plot bunny of today is : "Masochism Tango" featuring Game of Thrones and Warhammer: End Times. Archaon succeeded in bringing forth Armageddon upon The Old World and it's inhabitants. He thought that he would finally have his rest, but instead he finds himself in a land that seems merely a much tamer Norsca. At least Giselle is with him again or so he thinks. Archaon x Sigmar posessing Giselle's body.

If anyone wants to use this in their own work, feel free to do so!

-Spook