So if you have read this before don't be alarmed, I'm just bringing this One-Shot to this book series.
Things to take note, this is just a one-shot for fun, it's not canon to The Dark Knight of Chiba storyline, and it is up to you the reader to imagine what age our dear Hachiman will be in this one-shot. It's to your imagination.
Please enjoy.
The Dark Knight of Chiba: From Among The Stars.
The black sky was covered in a blanket of dark maroon clouds. Chiba city was asleep, for the most part. Down at the shady districts of the city, a criminal was on the run.
A Japanese man, in his early thirties. His navy blue hair was tied up in a ponytail, he was dressed in a white suit. In his hand was a black, sleek katana. He was running through an alleyway with a limp, there was something sharp stabbed into his calf and blood stained on his white pants. A Batarang.
He pulled out the object stuck in his leg with a cry of pain and threw it away. He quickly grabbed hold of the stairs from a fire escape and began climbing.
Once he got up to the top of the building, an eerie voice was heard behind him.
"Noguchi Ryuunosuke." The voice said the man's name, "Also known as a Ronin Death Messenger."
Ryuunosuke turned around but there was no one there in the rooftop at night. A faint lightning flashed at the far distance followed by a rumble of thunder.
"Your assassinations left a very messy trail." The voice appeared again. "All of your targets were Weyland Yutani representatives on the Nostromo Project, dipping the company's stocks to near rock bottom. The only one to gain from this was their rival company, Borgia Industries. And you just happen to be on their payroll. The rest of the triad you belong in suddenly disappeared, you are the only one left."
Ryuunosuke held one hand on the sword's handle. Turning around however, a pair of hands grabbed his wrist holding the katana and the sheath. A force struck Ryuunosuke right on the face, his sword got twisted out of his hand. A boot to gut pushed Ryuunosuke back, he tripped over his feet and fell on his rear. And in front of Ryuunosuke, there he stood holding the katana.
A hooded figure with a black cape mixed with red streaks. This was Hikigaya Hachiman, the Huntsman.
Ryuunosuke groaned and got back on his feet. "You…You weren't supposed to be real."
"Judge for yourself." Huntsman said, tossing the sword away.
The Ronin Death Messenger bared his teeth, reaching behind his back, he pulled out a pistol. Huntsman made a small leap back, hands by his belt, ready to react.
"You won't be real anymore after this." The Ronin said pointing the gun with shivering hands, wary by the sight of the Huntsman.
But then on Ryuunosuke's shoulder were three red dots in a triangular shape. It rose up to the side of the Death Messenger's head. Even if it was an odd thing, the fact that it seemed to be a laser sight aiming for the criminal's head gave it away for Huntsman.
"Get down!" Huntsman shouted at the Ronin, but it was too late. A loud bang shot off, he saw a blue light, a blue ball of brightness soaring through the air, straight for Ryuunosuke's head.
In a split second, the shot hit his head and it got obliterated in an explosion of blood splattering everywhere and on Huntsman's cheek and chin. The Ronin Death Messenger without a head collapsed on the floor with brains and blood all over the place.
"God!" He back tucked away and moved even further back with a flip. The sight was just revolting, a man had got his head blown off. He turned to the direction of the shot, it came from his right and above, from the higher rooftop right beside him.
But he could not see anyone or anything. He pressed the button on the left side of his mask turning on the Hunter's vision. A sonar pulse and his electromagnetic field view showed him something nerve wrecking. A humanoid figure highlighted and covered in an electric field.
If he was not able to see it from the naked eye, but able to see it in the electromagnetic field vision, it probably meant that this humanoid figure was camouflaged, in some cloaking technology.
There was something on the humanoid's shoulder, with what looked like a barrel and a hole, it was probably a gun or cannon of some sort. And the most notable thing about the humanoid was that it was huge. It stood at seven feet tall, pillars of muscles for limbs, it looked like it had long appendages around the head like dreadlocks, and it looked like it had a mask on with two sleek eyes. He could safely assume, that the mask the foe was wearing had its own vision mode as well.
Huntsman stared at it with raged eyes, making it aware that the Huntsman can see it despite it being cloaked. If the humanoid was surprised that he could see it, it did not show it.
With a flash of lightning and roar of a thunder, the rains poured in. As soon as water pattered on the humanoid figure, the electric field around appeared to short circuit. Blue sparks fizzled and it finally revealed itself.
A rattling sound was heard and it jumped off the higher cliff and landed in front of Huntsman with no sign of hindrance. Huntsman turned off the Hunter's Vision and took a good look at the adversary. One thing was for sure, it ain't no man.
It looked like it was wearing some metal chest plate, gauntlets, and a loincloth. It raised a hand, showing something that got Huntsman to step back and to collect his composure. It was holding a human skull, whose skull it was Huntsman had no idea.
The humanoid held it like it was admiring it like it was a trophy. Killing a criminal like earlier, taking a human skull like that with absolutely no regard for human morals. It was made clear that this thing was a hunter, hunting humans like deer.
A Predator.
"What the hell are you?" Huntsman snarled, spacing his legs getting into a stance. The Predator simply responded with a bellowing, guttural roar. Putting the skull away behind, the Predator started stalking forward to the Huntsman.
"Oh shit ok. First thing, take out the gun." Huntsman jumped back a bit and threw a batarang, as it flew right at the side of the Predator's head, a flashbang exploded.
A shrieking growl came after, and the Predator stumbled back, the plasma caster had sparks flying out and it was disabled. The Predator recovered itself and tore the plasma caster off his shoulder, and pulled two small discs. Blades suddenly extended out, turning the discs into giant shurikens.
The Predator threw them and they spun around through the air, death heading right for him.
"Oh fu-" Huntsman bent backward barely avoiding them, one of them was lucky enough to graze him by the right shoulder guard, it made a superbly clean cut on the surface.
The shurikens went past him and got jammed into the brick wall behind him.
Huntsman stood up straight again, seeing the Predator coming for him fast, the vigilante took the escrima sticks, putting them into a bo-staff. Spinning the staff above his head, he swung it down to strike the Predator.
The Predator simply got an arm out to block the attack, the bo-staff hit the Predator's hand and Huntsman pulled back seeing the Predator looking unaffected. He felt the bo-staff vibrating in his hands after that hit.
"Ok, that did nothing." Huntsman spun the staff to his side, bending his knees to prepare himself.
The Predator brought his right arm to the left ready to backhand the Huntsman.
Huntsman ducked down, dodging the hit. He jabbed the Bo-staff right to the Predator's abdomen which had no armour on. Huntsman jabbed the staff again and again until he saw a knee coming up to his chest.
Even with the staff blocking it he was knocked back away from the Predator. It felt like getting knocked back by a car.
"Naarghh!" Huntsman yelled out as he painfully hit the floor and rolled to a stop. The Predator let another trumpeting roar which ended in a guttural growl as if taunting Huntsman that he got a hit on him.
The Huntsman groggily got up rubbing his chest. He had deduced two things, if he's wearing a mask which might have its own vision, he might be able to use it against the Predator. The Predator was seven feet tall tower of strength and speed. But strength and speed do not equal quick reflexes.
Huntsman threw a couple of batarangs right the at the Predator's feet and brought his cape up to shield himself. One batarangs exploded in a flashbang, stunning the Predator to disorientation. The other batarang emitted a cloud of smoke, covering the Huntsman in a smokescreen.
"Man the bo-staff can't do shit, it can't hold up." Huntsman needed something with more formidability, he saw what he needed and picked it up. The Ronin Death Messenger's katana.
Pulling out the sheath, he readied the sword in two hands. He could see the Predator running out of the smoke towards him. Getting down low, the Huntsman got the Predator in his sights as he turned on his sonar vision. He dashed in and swung the sword forward, making a slash at the creature's thigh. A shrieking snarl came out of the Predator.
The Huntsman noticed a faint glow coming from the blade, taking a look at the sword there was liquid on it, light green and bioluminescent. This was the Predator's blood.
Huntsman didn't have time to think about whether it was fascinating or disgusting. He only focused on one piece of information from this. If it bleeds, it can be killed.
He was not going to hold back on something that was not a person. He dashed in again through the smoke, making another slash at the creature's bicep and green blood pattered on the floor.
The smoke was clearing and the Predator was clearly getting pissed. With a roar of retaliation. Huntsman was coming in for another slice, but he was not counting on the Predator's right gauntlet ejecting out two gruesome serrated blades.
The Predator's wrist blades came slashing downwards.
"Holy shit!" Huntsman held the swords horizontal above his head, blades collided with each other.
The force of the impact got Huntsman skidding back to create some distance away from the Predator. Inspecting the sword the blades had been chipped off badly, nearly making it completely blunt. The wrist blades were definitely harder and sharper than the Ronin's katana.
"Ok close quarters is a bad idea." Huntsman tossed the sword behind him to keep his hands free. The Predator was charging in fast with his wrist blades raised.
Keeping calm, Huntsman reached in his belt and threw one bladed batarang at the creature. Seeing this coming the Predator swung his wrist blades knocking it away. The Huntsman knew the Predator would see it coming, which was why Huntsman threw another bladed batarang just as the Predator blocked the first projectile and it stabbed itself in the Predator's gut.
The creature let out a pained growl, green blood oozed out of the injury. There was not a single second to rest as a third batarang whisked through the air, sticking itself into the lens of the Predator's mask.
"Try to see me now you son of a bitch." Huntsman stepped back further, waiting for whatever this monstrosity was going to do next.
Unexpectedly, the Predator stood calm and tall. He brought a hand up to the batarang in his mask and tore it off, tossing it to the side along with the one in his gut. Next, he pulled out some sort of wire attached the mask and gas hissed out.
Then he got both hands on the mask and slowly removed it. Revealing the Huntsman its face at last.
The sight got Huntsman's jaw to drop. It was genuinely unsettling. It had dull yellow skin and black spots with a wide forehead, deep yellow eyes, it had no nose, and four-tusked mandibles surrounding a tooth filled orifice for a mouth.
Hachiman was sincerely shaken up inside, this alien Hunter was completely beyond him. But if he died here, there was no telling what horrid things this alien will do to anyone else, deserving or undeserving. This thing had to be stopped for the murders he had committed.
"Just…think of the people who care for you Hachiman." The Huntsman brought his arms forward, fists clenched and his feet spaced properly for balance.
The mandibles extended out and the Predator let out a very loud bellow cutting off the Huntsman. The creature charged in fast to body rush Huntsman. He jumped to the side to roll away but the Predator was too fast. He grabbed the cape and yanked the vigilante back.
The Predator spun around swinging him like a rag doll. "Whaaaa!" Huntsman yelled and held the collar stopping the pressure around his neck. The alien threw him across the roof and his back slammed into the wall. The air in his lungs escaped and his mouth bled. His body plopped on the floor.
"Argh...Ahh..." Huntsman wheezed and got his head up seeing the Predator running towards him. Pulling out the grapnel gun Huntsman fired the cable past the Predator's shoulder hooking onto the top of the roof behind the Predator.
The Predator was confused by the cable, he halted his advance. The Huntsman turned on the grapnel accelerator, reeling him in fast straight for the Predator. Swinging a leg up as he was right above the Predator's face, his knee sprung out a brutal knee kick in the Predator's mouth with the aid of his knee guard.
He heard something snapped and followed up the attack, stomping both feet of the Predator's face. He jumped off it as he zipped up high and held onto the ledge with one hand, he turned his head looking back at the Predator.
The creature turned around, showing its green bleeding mouth and its bottom left mandible dangling and broken. It roared in angered agony right at the Huntsman and jumped up high to smash him through the bricks.
"Oh shit!" Huntsman let go of the ledge falling down and barely dodging the enraged alien as it crashed through the ledge.
Huntsman landed safely while the Predator was above him. The two stared at each other before the Predator stepped off the edge, coming down for the vigilante.
Huntsman leapt back. The hulking alien's feet made cracks on the ground it stood on. This nightmare had to end now, Huntsman had a plan, but he needed to get to higher ground and play keep away.
Huntsman fired the cable onto another higher rooftop and pulled himself up. He could sense the Predator was coming for him, jumping up high to the same level as Huntsman. Huntsman ran ahead launching out the line from the grapnel gun again to even higher vantage point onto the top of a building in the red light district.
He was at least twenty storeys high up above the ground. Huntsman turned back, seeing the Predator at the building below him. "See how high you can jump now."
Instead however, the Predator jumped across and held onto the window ledges, pulling himself up onto the next ledge with ease, climbing up right for Huntsman.
"Oh shit." Huntsman started running away to the other end of the rooftop, but there no other higher building around close enough to grapnel onto, looking down the street was so far down below him.
He turned about to make a run, but the Predator leaped up onto the building's summit, cornering Huntsman.
"Oh God, oh my God." Huntsman was frozen in his tracks. Whatever anger that the Predator had completely dissipated, now it almost looked like the Predator had a sinister grin under that ugly face, he had cornered the prey.
The wrist blades extended, the Predator made slow stalking steps as if relishing his victory that he was so sure of.
Huntsman had a look a desperation, stepping back away from the Predator he looked left and right for any sort of escape route, but there was none. He stepped back and was at the edge now, it would seem that it was the end for him and the Predator was taking in every moment of it.
The Predator was only a metre away from him and was about to raise his blades, what he did not expect was the Huntsman having a smirk out of nowhere.
The Huntsman backflipped off the edge and fell off the building, and his grapnel gun aimed right below the Predator's chest.
Huntsman as he fell shot the cable the pierced into the Predator. With the grapnel attached to a weight, Huntsman swung down to the building wall. Placing both feet on the wall, the activated the grapnel's reel. The Huntsman let out a yell and pulled down hard.
With the pain and the force yanking the Predator, the creature tumbled forward and fell off the edge. The Predator fell straight for Huntsman, blades pointing at him as if to take him down with him. Detaching the cable from the grapnel, Huntsman fell down as well. But just as the blades were about to cut him down, he stretched out his cape and glided away from the Predator.
The alien let out a roar of surprise and plummeted down. The last thing the Predator saw was the Huntsman's wings before impact to the ground was made.
The Dark Knight glided across the street to a lower building. Turning around and seeing the Predator splat on the ground looking completely devastated, behind the mask Hikigaya Hachiman let out a groaning sigh. "God…oh God."
He needed to make sure it was truly over, his cape expanded out he parachuted down to ground level in a crouch. To his dread, he could hear rattling wheezing.
"You got to be shitting me that thing's still alive." Huntsman pulled out a batarang, walking cautiously towards to fallen foe.
Upon closer look, the Predator was on a puddle of green blood diluted with the rainwater, the right arm appeared broken by the elbow, and his forehead was oozing out blood with the broken mandible. Almost every organ in him was crushed. The Huntsman scowled, stalking with caution. The Predator slowly turned his head seeing the victor approaching, he kept wheezing and continued to bleed.
The Predator tried moving his right arm but it was too broken. He tried to lift up his left arm, but the Huntsman pinned it down, stomped a boot on it hard and sparks sizzled out from the gauntlet to a stop.
If there were blades coming out from the right gauntlet, Hachiman was not going to take any chances on what the left gauntlet was. For all he knew, the left gauntlet could very well be a bomb in which he had just disabled. He kept his foot on the Predator's hand, staring down his broken foe.
The Dark Knight of Chiba stood triumphant over the Predator.
The Predator had nothing left, his eyes looked up seeing the victor's red eyes. "Whaaat…thhee heeelll…arrree yooouuu?"
Hachiman was caught off guard by that grotesque, growling and guttural voice coming from the Predator, repeating what he had said when he first saw the Predator.
Then Hachiman quickly figured it out, the Predator was not just repeating him, he was actually asking what it was that had defeated him.
"I am the Huntsman." He said with a firm, austere voice.
The Predator stared at the triumphant one, he had only seconds left of life in him. The Predator drew one final breath.
"Huuunttssmaaaan." The Predator went limp.
Sighing inside, Hachiman stepped away from the body. So many questions were running through his head. What was this thing? Where did this thing come from? Who else's lives had this thing taken? What was the equipment the thing wielded? Were there more?
None of those questions could be answered for now, but he knew this.
The Huntsman had shown the Predator that he was the superior hunter.
So…I hope you've enjoyed this.
This one-shot is for the coming film The Predator, now I just have to get back to the main story.
Yeah, the Huntsman Vs the Predator. Unrealistic? Of course. Fun? I'd say so.
Oh and if you guys don't agree with Hachiman killing, well there are two things to that. One, this is just a one-shot. Two, the truth is that while Hachiman will follow the no-killing rule from Batman, he follows that rule a little loosely. With animals, he has no problem killing them, like the killer croc in his second night. And if there's something that's not human and has no moral restraints or conscious thinking, same thing. He makes himself flexible with that rule.
Wonder what age could Hachiman be in this? 17? 18? 20+? Who knows?
Well thank you for reading this, on to the next chapter.