Apocalyptic Crack

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Mamori's voice: Patrick Seitz

Yasuki's voice: Yuri Lowenthal.

Itami's voice: Mark Hamill.

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Chapter 2 Protag Boss Fight.

"So, that's my deal. Do you accept?"

Mamori hummed, leaning on a mostly collapsed wall.

The deal in question was this: Yasuki fights Mamori, and if he can force the Red Dragon Emperor to activate his Scale Mali in under ten minutes, he comes back with him to the Resistance Camp.

Mamori had to admit, he was intrigued. There was also something about this kid that was a bit…off. A good ol' tussle in the dirt might be the only direct way to see what was up.

Besides, y'know, just asking him.

But what would be the fun in that?

Chuckling, the redhead moved off the wall. "Okay, alright…you got me curious. Fine. I accept. In fact," He raised his arms to his sides. "first hit's yours."

Yasuki raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yep."

He got into a stance, fist cocked back. "You sure?"

"Hundred percent."

He shrugged. "Alright."

With that, Yasuki drove forward with a fist to Mamori's gut, the sound upon impact was like a gunshot going off. It sent Mamori crashing through the now completely obliterated wall of brick.

Immediately after, Yasuki dashed back to gain some much-needed distance, Brynhilder now firmly in his grip.

"Good hit." It was only thanks to the combination of Mamori's taunting voice and his quick reaction time that Yasuki was able dodge the incoming attack, flipping into the air in an acrobatic move, barely avoiding the massive man's charge.

Mamori skid to a halt only a few meters away, looking no worse for wear, before brushing the dust and grime off his shoulders, his posture relaxed. "Woooow, nice right rook ya got there. Reminds me of how strong I was when I was your age." He then smirked, raising his arms to his sides again, "And since I'm a nice guy…I'll give you one more shot."

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Yasuki rushed him with his sword in hand with the full intention of using it.

Mamori met him with a blade of his own. A blade made of pure light. To his credit, the kid got over his surprise quickly and engaged in traditional combat with the older man.

Metal and light clanged and hissed against each other in a frantic encounter. Yasuki got a few good hits in before Mamori got the best of him as the young man overextended and he took advantage of it ruthlessly, disarming him with an easy flick of the hand. Mamori swiftly moved his right leg forward to hook around his opponent's and at the same time place his hand on the kid's chest, pushing him to the ground on his back hard, knocking the air right out his lungs, the rode beneath him cracking on impact.

Getting back up on his feet, the Red Dragon Emperor didn't give Yasuki a chance to get his bearings, stomping a foot down on the kid's chest, keeping him pinned to the ground.

"C'mon kid, was that it? The clock's ticking… I hope, for your sake, you can pull something out of your ass before it hits zero."

Try as he might, Yasuki couldn't pry the big boot off his chest. All it resulted in was more pressure on his body and less air in his lungs.

D-Damn it! He's…he's too strong…! I can't get him off!

Need any help? Itami's voice was clear as day within his head, as well as the amusement that laced his tone.

No! I don't need your help!

Wasn't asking permission.

Meanwhile, Mamori continued to keep on the pressure, just continued to dig the sole of his boot into the chest of the young swordsman. "I don't think you really understand what you're up against." He growled through his teeth. "See, this my yard, boy. What made you think you had a chance, hm? It's useless."

He followed those words up with multiple stomps to the kid's chest, the impact causing more cracks to form on the ground around the two combatants!

"It's useless, useless, useless, useless, USELEEEEEEESS!"

A hand caught his foot.

CRACK!

A sharp pain suddenly stabbed Mamori's ankle, like a million little pins piercing his bones. He collapsed clutching his right leg as he looked at his foot with shock clear on his visage. Feet aren't supposed to twist to the right like that.

The redhead turned to Yasuki…only to find he wasn't there.

In his place was someone else. Someone bigger.

His hair was black as midnight, with eyes like the iciest silver he had ever seen.

He grinned maliciously. "Hi." With that, the newcomer spring boarded onto his feet, gripped Mamori by the leg, and swung him into a trailers side, the metal wall caving in like pizza dough on impact.

"…..ow." Mamori slumped to the ground with an unceremonious thud. Groaning, he sat up and took a look down at his dislocated foot. "Well this gonna suck…"

He grabbed it and twisted it back into place with a wet-sounding snap. Gritting his teeth, he dragged his body to the wall of the trailer and used it as a leverage to get vertical. "Okay," Mamori panted, "wasn't expecting that, I'll admit. Guess I'm not the only one with some secrets…"

"I ain't Suki – boy if that's what you're wonderin'. Itami's the name." The now named Itami did a mocking bow, grinning. When he rose, the grin was gone. "Now, get you're Scali Mail on, because I'm tired of listening to you talk shit."

"…Heheh…hehehahahaha…." A raw chuckle escaped the Dragon Emperor's throat. And in an instant, he charged at Itami, ramming his shoulder into the man's abdomen, though Itami managed to catch himself before he hit the ground. He laced his hands together and hammered his fists down on Mamori's back.

Mamori choked out a grunt of pain as he hit the pavement, facedown. Itami kicked him in the stomach again, turning the older man on his back. Not done yet, Itami straddled him, kneeing his stomach, keeping him pinned.
Now for some payback.

With a hand gripping the long red locks, Itami delivered a massive right hook to Mamori's face. Then he did it again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, andagainandagainandagainandagainagainagainagainagainainagainainagainainagainainagain!

Mamori's face was like a crimson mask by the time he finally decided enough was enough.

But maybe…it wasn't enough.

Itami looked over his shoulder, spying the trailer behind him.

His grin was not unlike a shark's smile.

The raven-haired man took his time, casually strolling over to the abandoned hunk of steel. Oh yes, he was enjoying this. One way or another, Mamori went crimson. Itami snorted at his own little joke.

He gripped the underside of the trailer, his palms pressing onto the steel, caving it in as he lifted the entire mobile home off the ground, raising it high above his head.

And Itami looked like he was having no trouble at all carrying the tons of steel high above the prone Mamori.

"You know what?" Itami muttered, "screw it. I'm kllin' ya right now!" With a hyena-like laugh, the disturbed persona of Yasuki sent the entire trailer on Mamori's still form, the impact sending a shockwave throughout the trailer park.

The dust cleared. And then there was silence.

Itami hissed through his teeth, cringing. "Ouuuu…I…just remembered what would be at stake if you died. Damn." He shrugged. "Guess we're all dead."

A crimson gauntlet popped out of the ground and grabbed his ankle. Then followed the other hand.

And then popped out a crimson-horned helmet, its emerald eyes glowing eerily.

"Hi."

BZZZZZZZ - *Beeeeeeeeee…*

Technical Difficulties. Please stand by~.

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…Are we back on? Kay, so here's what ya missed: Mamori beat the shit out of Itami, making him revert back into Yasuki. After getting the aggression out of his system, Mamori held up his end of the deal and now they're getting prepped to leave for the Resistance Camp.

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"Ah! Fuck…" Yasuki winced, placing a hand on his busted ribs. As it turns out, getting punched by an armored fist backed up by enhanced strength can do a pretty number on your overall wellbeing.

But, still, he accomplished his goal (admittedly with his alter ego's help) and now it was time to head back to the base.

"You gonna be okay?" Yasuki looked up and saw Leone approach him from his spot leaning on their trailer.

"Yeah, I can make the trip if that's what you're wondering."

The blonde looked relived. "Okay, good; Mamori can be a little…much, sometimes."

Looking at Leone, Yasuki couldn't help but ask: "So…what's your relationship with him, anyway."

She shrugged. "We fuck, but, other than that…nothing really complicated – we kinda just fell in together after everything went to shit. He keeps me safe, and in return I taught him how to survive."

Yasuki blinked. Huh.

The trailer door opened, and out came Mamori, decked out in a dark leather trench coat, fingerless gloves on his hands, and black sunglasses on his face.

"Leone, my hog ready?"

Leone nodded an affirmative. "Yep, she's all tuned up, and latched to the trailer."

"Great. Now… where exactly is your base?" Mamori inquired.

"Under Kuoh Academy." Yasuki answered, raising a brow, "You know it?"

Mamori went silent for a couple of seconds. Of all the places… "Yeah. You could say that." He murmured, "Used to go there, once upon a time." He shook his head of the memories before they overwhelmed him.

Of all the goddamn places…!

Sighing, the Red Dragon Emperor walked to the front of his home. Smiling, he took a moment to just appreciate his bike in all its glory.

A heavily modified Harley Davidson motorcycle. All black, and installed at the front was a holster for his shotgun. This thing had incredible horsepower, more than enough to pull a trailer (or several).

Taking his seat, Mamori turned on the ignition, revving up the engine a couple of the times as he did so. Wow, this thing growls. Mamori thought with glee.

Two soft orbs pressed into his back. "Ready~?" Leone purred into his ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down the redhead's spine.

He grinned. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' YEAH! Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' WHAT? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' COME ON! Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'!

Back inside the trailer, Yasuki groaned, "Not Limp Bizkit..." He was then sent flying to the back of the trailer, Mamori already riding through the streets at insane speeds.

Mamori laughed. "Should've buckled up, kid!"

For the rest of ride, Yasuki rolled and tumbled around in the trailer like a ball in a pinball machine, screaming all the while.

To Be Continued…