Chapter 3

Noble Demon…

"Jaeg-san…. Jaeg-san!" A low growl later he was staring up into the wrinkled face of a near ancient man of oriental ancestry. The boy gave another growl.

"Its JAEGER dammit…" He muttered before yelping as he was smacked on the brow by a fan.

"Do not speak to me in such insolence; I am your master by your choice!" The boy finally sighed and nodded

"Yes sensei" He rolled himself into a sitting position with his head bowed down, the old man smiled at this.

"Very good, now get up, its time for your exercises, five hundred kicks"

"FIVE!? What makes you think I can even get past fifty this time!?" He wasn't scolded; oh no he hadn't earned that right, the sensei just smacked him on the fore head with the fan again and matter-of-factly spoke in Japanese again.

"You will do five hundred, or you can leave! I do not teach those who quit!" He just about bit the old man's head off but instead took a deep breath and stood, giving a bow.

"Very well Sensei…" With that he started walking past him, taking a moment to glance off at the small palace. The tree he was to kick five hundred times was just outside the courtyard gates on a small mound about another mile from the coast line, which ended in a cliff falling into some rather nasty rocks. He found that already many of the students were practicing, young kids that were going to become the militia, each shouting with each practiced punch, each kick, each chop. He was so happy he managed to snag his own personal trainer… well, almost personal trainer. When he finally walked through the large archway off the grounds he found his only fellow student under Sensei Feng already slamming his shin into the bark of the large tree. He cursed the boys name silently and took his place on the other side of the tree. Just as he brought his leg back he heard the other boy's grunts cut off to some rather creepy laughter.

"Sleep in again little brother?"

He gave a growl and gave a fierce kick into the large tree, clenching his teeth and doing his best not to wince as he readied himself to do it again.

"Ah no come back today? Very curious, perhaps you'd rather be training with the militia?" He slammed his leg into the tree again, hissing at the pain but focusing on the other boy's words. As much as he hated his voice it was a great distraction.

"hm I wouldn't blame you, they don't get such severe treatment, they are only trained to die after all" Jaeger heard bark snap under his next kick, he was letting his rage do his kicking.

"You know he thinks you and that demon that appears in the rice paddies have some kind of bond, the moment you came to him asking to be trained like some spoiled brat that dark devil began to prowl not far from the castle, even the other students are afraid of you"

He gave one last kick then toppled over, hissing as he grabbed at his knee. He could only hear the other boy laughing as he peered out from behind the large trunk.

"Giving up already?" Jaeger glared and forced himself up, god he wanted to hit him, smash in that smug face of his.

"Sasuke! Jaeg-san!" they turned and quickly stood at attention before bowing to their master. He expected Sasuke to be scolded, and for himself to get hit again. But instead the old man just laughed.

"If you two feel the great tree would not suffice, then maybe you both should take out your frustrations in sparring one another?" Jaeger grinned at that, and that's why he decided to stay so long. Because it always seemed this old man could read his mind.

The two students took their stances, staring down one another. Jaeger barely recognized Sasuke's form, it was a much modified version of the local militia's martial art, so he knew what to expect. He took on a Wu Shu stance, a little something he picked up from Tibet and a few other small temples somewhere while trekking around Asia. He took in a deep breath and let it out; his mind clearing and allowing only his kung fu remain. His minds eye saw only his opponent and the space around him. Suddenly Sasuke charged, and with little effort Jaeger promptly brushed off his first few attacks until an unseen spear chop from Sasuke hit its mark right in the throat. He used the momentum from it and quickly threw the boy over his shoulder and into the grass below before coughing and gagging for air. He shook himself and took another breath before going into a very firm posture, Karate. The boy took the same stance as before and was the first to charge, Jaeger didn't try anything fancy, he only stepped forward and promptly uppercut the boy in the stomach.

He gave him a moment to recover and they took their stances again. Again Sasuke charged, this time Jaeger spun and swept his heel at the boy's jaw. It was ducked and he found his spin stopped before a quick jab from Sasuke's left nailed him right in the crotch. He grit his teeth and lifted his leg off the ground, his shin meeting with the side of the boy's head this time and they both went down, only Jaeger took an extra moment to stand due to the fact he was nailed in the balls for one and for another the shin he used in his attack was the same that was wailing on the tree. He finally did stand and gave a sigh, this time he took a very unorthodox stance, something only a Tai boxer would know by heart.

Sasuke took a few minutes this time, hoping Jaeger would finally charge. No such luck, so again he charged and met with a left snap elbow and a fierce knee to the gut that sent him sprawling. When it came to training Sasuke had him beat, but sparring, that's where forgotten centuries of experience came into play. Sensei stopped it before they had a chance to get into position again, they bowed to one another and Sasuke went off in a huff, brushing away the blood from his lip.

"Jaeger… you and him have such rivalry, yet you fight with so little passion"

"Emotions get in the way of battle, they distract your focus and there fore must be ignored and cleared"

The old man laughed at that, and the boy bit his lip as he rested up against the wall of the palace.

"You came, hoping to learn from the most reputable martial arts master in Edo, yet you already fight with a cause greater than that of my master's master, why learn from me young one?" He gave a sigh and glanced off towards the sky, it was about six or so, the sun was beginning to drift into the western mountains.

"You never know when a skill will come in handy more than another" The old man laughed again, it wasn't at all an unpleasant laugh but it was a little disturbing.

"Well, if that demon which stalks the rice fields ever comes you will be of great use to the temple!" The boy only gave a shrug at that.

"Why would he come here? He seems rather disinterested in much of anything, probably looking for a cave to die in…" An awkward silence followed, and he found the old man smiling at him.

"You say 'he' as if you know it is indeed a man, have you met this demon?" The boy squinted his eyes a little; he could already tell the old man knew that he did have a relationship with this supposed demon, also that this old man would know if he lied to his face.

"He would have to be master, I believe if it were a woman then she'd have began to snatch away all the young men from their homes in hopes of seducing them" He wasn't lying, but he was hoping to steer the questions away from him and the demon.

"hmm a keen observation! sometimes I forget you are only a boy!"

To be honest I wish I were as ignorant as you are sensei

He glanced down to the tree and found Sasuke already starting up his kicks again. He thought a moment about what the old man said, about him fighting for a cause. He tried to think about just what that might be and found only one thing that came to mind. He hoped that some day he'd be able to redeem himself for all the things he did all those centuries ago, when he was a monster that prowled the lands looking only to spill the blood of his next victim. His thoughts swiftly changed as he caught a figure out in the distance. He had only a second to glimpse it before it quickly ducked down away from sight. He kept his little scoff to himself. He knew exactly what it was, a ninja sent to spy on the castle. There was a battle being plotted, and soon. Though he found the ninja beginning to watch him more than anything else, that bothered him deeply.

He brushed those thoughts away and instead focused on just how he'd approach the fight that was coming, he could run away like he did from the monks and the monastery, but here he had friends… well… one friend.

"Reinhardt-san, Reinhardt-san!" He was shaken and found a young and very beautiful face blinking up into his. He forced a smirk and cocked his head.

"I was dreaming again Sakura-Chan?" She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him, she was a pretty thing, she was the other reason he stayed so long. When he first arrived he was sick and half dead from starvation. She sat and nursed him back to health, that's when he approached Master Feng for training.

"I saw the demon again! He was right outside on my balcony last night!" He tried not to cringe but he gave a few faint chuckles. He swore the girl was asleep! Feng noticed his blush and he quickly tried to regain his composure.

"Well maybe he's in love with you and plans to steal you away to the heavens!" She giggled and kicked him in the shin, he howled in pain inside is mind but kept chuckling along with her. Some one called to them and the girl called back before bowing to him and leaving quickly, he waved after her still smiling, until Master Feng cleared is throat.

"Hmm the demon has an interest in young Sakura eh? Perhaps it's not the demon I should look out for but you Jaeg-san" He cringed and stiffened a moment before forcing out a nervous giggle.

"Are you assuming I would dare peep on such an innocent girl sensei? I'd first have to climb up to her window and that was difficult enough!" The old man chuckled and nodded as he stroked at his long white beard.

"Oh-ho! So you not only know where her window lies but you have attempted to climb the walls in order to stand upon her balcony?" The boy only blushed at this point, head down and silent all the while the old man laughed to himself.

"But enough of your pervasive prowess, tell me just where did you learn such artful strikes?" He keeps asking it but he just gets the same answer.

"The style has been handed down my family line, however I am the last to learn and it will more than likely die with me" The old man nodded, seeming satisfied, but the boy knew he wasn't. He asked the same question every day since he'd first seen the boy spar. He felt the flesh underneath his scalp twitch suddenly and jerked his head into the setting sun. The Ninja was watching again… and this time he had friends. He took a slow breath and his face became cold and grim. The attack was tonight.

"They'll try to breach the south wall first" The boy only gave the faintest of nods as his Master stared into the horizon with him. He wasn't the least bit surprised the old man knew about them as well. But unlike the old man, he found something rather peculiar about these particular spies. Almost as if they weren't entirely… human. He felt a soft pulse through out his body and gave a rather disturbing grin.

"This should be rather… delightful…"

Night fallen slowly, word quietly spread of the upcoming attack and preparations were made as discreetly as possible. The senior students and masters took up weapons and watched the grounds from covert hiding places, things like fake tree stumps and under pads of fake grass. Clever, unless you were the boy who currently stood atop the highest roof of the castle, resting up against a rather ugly statue, the architecture of the place was really amazing, if you were into it. Inside the younger students were preparing for the worst, anything left of the seniors took up blades and patrolled the halls, the understudies were given weapons but took refuge in the basement with the staff, the last line of defense along with the older masters who couldn't fight continuously. He could see it all as long as he concentrated hard on any room or hall. He found himself staring into the weapon display room; three students and one master were staring up at on particular mantle, a rather large one where a sword once laid. They spoke quietly, though he couldn't hear them even if they screamed. He did his best to pick out what their lips were saying.

… could even lift it?

No one … the castle

It does not matter, we would not be able to use it, quickly now grab anything else and arm those in the basement and kitchens.

He smiled to him self; the older man was easy to understand seeing as how their old age causes them to enunciate wisely. He brought his hand back and lightly patted a very large clothed weapon leaning up against the very statue he was. He could barely lift it himself but soon he wouldn't have to worry about that, hopefully he wouldn't even have to swing the thing more than twice. He arched a brow and stepped to the edge of the tiles, kneeling and staring down past the stone walls. He almost didn't pick them out; the ninja have arrived, all in black and shifting only when the shadows do. There was some one else, an old man standing at the doors.

"Master… what are you thinking?" He saw a duo of the lead pack stop and talk amongst themselves, gesturing lightly to the old man.

"Damn, new plan" He took a glance about a moment before walking back to grab the massive weapon and came to the edge of the roof again, taking a few deep breaths before hurling the sword as hard as he can, soon jumping after it.

"GUYVER"

In a flash he was quickly surrounded in the black armor that made him into the demon so well talked of stalking the rice paddies. He reached out and grabbed the massive sword and after a bit of persuading from the gravity orb at his waist curved is fall straight towards his master. He laid the massive blade on his back and braced himself for the landing. It wasn't as hard as he expected, but the heavy piece of steel at his back made him lurch forward a bit before he straightened himself, he could see them clearly now. He also found two of them had stopped midway along the wall in hopes of killing his master quietly.

He slowly lifted his free hand and pointed to them without craning his head and spoke in his most coherent and menacing Japanese.

"You two, go back to your fellow murderers, the rest of you, go back to your masters and tell them this castle is protected by the night goblin!" Only in another seven hundred years will he realize just how cheesy that sounds, but for now it did the trick, they all stopped in their tracks and stared, the two along the wall were debating quietly whether or not he could actually see them. He finally craned his head, the jewel atop his head flickered the briefest moment and the closer of the two fell dead, his friend jerking his gaze between his dead partner and the 'goblin'.

"I won't warn you again… leave now" he finally got the message and quickly leapt back to his friends. Now they had a new debate, it was either how he just killed the ninja with a hole in his forehead or if he could really swing that massive sword. It took only a few moments but soon they began to step out, drawing their blades. The debate was over.

The Guyver glanced back to Master Feng.

"Step back old man, its not every day I decide to help your kind…" The old man (rather creepily given the moment at hand) chuckled at that.

"No it isn't, though you seem to take a liking at peeking into the rooms of young girls" The Guyver gave a scoff; if the old man lived he'd have a little talk about that. For the moment he lifted the large blade from his back and brought it to his side. The clink of metal against metal rang out a moment before the first wave charged quietly, the moment they came in range he swung the massive blade, slashing many of them in two, those intelligent enough to duck or leap into the air only managed another two steps forward before they found the momentum didn't stop, the blade swung all the way around and only came to a stop after finishing off the final few survivors, one last managed to dodge this one as well and succeeded in another step forward before instead of spinning the massive sword about him again the Guyver used the swing and arched it up into the air, promptly bringing it down on the final ninja, his blade flipping into the air and impaling the earth behind the demon. Torsos and limbs and splatters of blood covered the ground before him, and for a moment he felt a grin on his lips under the alien armor, the sight of carnage excited him just as it did so long ago.

The rest of the little army suddenly didn't seem so confident, though they stood their ground. The Guyver lifted the blade and pointed it at the center of the group.

"I won't speak it again, disperse! Go back and grovel to your master's while you still have your arms and legs!" The thought seemed to shake them, however their confidence quickly returned when the loud clang of heavy metal striking the stone walkway echoed out. The Guyver slowly glanced down and found the heavy sword on the ground, along with his arm up to the elbow bleeding profusely from the sliced stump. The sensor on his right side twitched and he knew what had happened before he fully faced his master wielding the sharp blade that had dismembered him.

"You would betray your own teachings?" The master showed little concern as he lifted the katana up again.

"I'm doing this so that my students may live… I'm sorry Jaeger but it must be done" As the tip of the blade was brought back He saw everything, the deal that Sensei made, the months of plotting and waiting, he also saw what the future held for the temple.

"Betrayal…" He whispered as the steel slipped between the breastplates and skewered him all the way through. He could feel his heart still trying to beat while the cold steel cut into the chambers of the organ, he could feel warm blood begin to spill down into his body. He started to fall backwards, his vision and focus blurring as he hit the earth. He was dying, he was the only one that could save the temple and the students and he was lying there feeling the world about him grow cold.

No… not yet… can't… die yet…

He opened his eyes and stared up through those rose lenses of the armor, watching one of the Shinobi step up to his master, he could just barely make out what they were saying.

"You've served our lord well sensei, now I'm sorry to say that our original deal has been… altered"

The old man didn't seem all that surprised by it. The ninja went on about how they came in order to draw out the demon and take him to their shogun. The 'demon' mean while was beginning to feel his limbs again, the cold washing away as the armor took over for his heart palpitations. He shakily began to stand, finding it difficult with only one hand to steady him, though eventually found himself to his feet, trying to calm his breathing as he glared at both the sensei and the ninja who still had his back to him. He lifted and placed his hand on the sword that pierced him and snapped it from his breastplates, the ninja turning in time to watch the broken blade stab into his chest. The man coughed up blood a moment before collapsing, and then the demon lacking an arm turned to the rest of the black clad spies and assassins, hissing lowly at them.

"Well seeing as you all came just for me I'd better put on a bit of a show…" He reached up and grasped a breastplate, pulling it free from his chest. An orb of clear gel lay underneath, bulging slightly into the exposed air before it started to glow dimly, then brighter, bolts of energy beginning to bound off its surface "Sadly it ends now" A beam fired, engulfing the area in a bright white while it burned through anything in its path. When it was finished there was little left but a few remaining ninja and scorched earth. The Guyver cocked its head as he closed his chest plate, honestly surprised that any managed to escape the destruction… until they seemed to literally grow and shred out of their skins.

"Sensei, you may want to get back into the castle now, the real demons are coming out tonight…" Not to far off, the closest one grew green scaly muscles and a long horn; it could very well have been a demon. The boy gave a scoff and cocked his arm back "at least I get some fun out of all this" he hissed as the prongs on his arm extended into blades. Then he leapt forward, intending to spill their blood to slack the armor's thirst. As he neared the one with the horn he heard some one calling his name, so faint, growing louder and louder. Finally he opened his eyes and found the lovely detective staring down at him, a smile soon breaking on her lips.

"I thought you would never wake up" He blinked up at her a moment, confused until he glanced around. He was lying on his cot in the abandoned church, his wall of guns and swords across from him. He sat up slowly; his body ached and was sore from using it so little, the armor wasn't to be seen, it did its job and vanished until needed again.

"How long was I out?"

"Nearly all day, I almost gave up on you" He popped his neck and a few other joints as he stood up, rolling his shoulders and flexing his fingers of his right hand, surprised slightly to find it there. It took longer than he expected.

"How many killings and reports of ghosts?" He looked up into her rather bewildered eyes as he managed to elicit another loud pop from his neck "well?"

"Erm, seven deaths and five reports of transparent men… how'd you?"

"Logic, what I don't know however is why, if they were human it'd be easy to tell if they just wanted to draw me out or if they're just having fun… either way… where are the sightings and deaths centered?"

They unrolled a map and she tacked where the sightings were then where the killings were, they were all in a semicircle with an old apartment building dead center of it all.

"Random guess, the police have already figured out this building is the apex of the killings and are planning on raiding it soon, right?" He didn't even wait for an answer, he knew the area well enough to make it there, and the only problem he could find was will he has enough energy in reserve to take on more of these things?

"You're going there now!?" He tossed on his coat; he vaguely noticed that his shirt was a bit tattered.

"Of course, if I manage to get there before the raid we can avoid a massacre, even if anyone on the task force IS a Zoanoid I doubt they'd remember how to bio-morph, hell can you?" Kira started to say something then went silent, every Zoanoid that had worked in a civilian job before the fall of Chronos were sworn never to practice their transformations if they wanted to continue to live as a civilian. Out of everything the restored governments did that was the one mistake they made, they never know when they might actually need some monsters on the payroll. He stepped outside and was about to bio-boost when she grabbed his arm, she was almost hissing at him.

"If you die I'll kill you for it!" He blinked at her, such an odd paradox she stated, but he smiled and turned to her, his arms wrapping about her and rather brashly kissed her. When he pulled away he said one thing only.

"A Guyver can never die…"

He stepped away from her, summoned the armor, and leapt into the sky, a thought triggering an ache in the pit of his stomach.

But we are far from immortal…

He dropped from the sky and smashed through the rooftop into the top floor of the abandoned building, he was impatient and wanted the threat exterminated before he started to get to far into the killing, last time he felt such a rush he went out hunting gangsters and gang-bangers. The sensors twitched about a moment, he couldn't find any sign of them; the air was still on every floor. Did he miss his mark? No… there was something here but… lower, deeper… He pointed his palm at the floor, for a moment a red glow built up and grew into a swirling black vortex the size of a volley ball. He let it fly and watched it smash down through the floors below before dropping four more, now the hole was just big enough to let him through and he floated down through them. He finally hit ground level, now he found only a big dip of shattered concrete, the pressure cannon's power was fading quicker than he expected; he hoped to punch through into the cavern he kept sensing beneath. He glanced around and found an elevator shaft and tore out the doors, the shaft lay empty other than a fairly sizable hole in the solid concrete. He gave a quiet scoff and jumped through it, the fall happened to be longer than he expected and he had trouble catching his balance in the landing. He was tired and it was starting to wear on him, he might have better luck just opening up the megasmasher and hoping he gets near all of them in the blast.

He found himself indeed in a cavern, but what lay inside it was a large… thing. He couldn't really explain it; it was curved and as large as a yacht.

"At least they have some style… now where" A familiar buzzing was coming for him and he managed to duck a very familiar disc.

"Glad to see you all shop at the same place" a blue ball of plasma came next, again ducked, and he found a familiar mask before him, and the end of a spear smacking him in the face. He rolled with the blow and leapt away, overshooting himself into a wall. He was already having trouble keeping a steady breath; he needed a bead on all of them now. He could see three, sense four others for sure and thought he could feel another two. He took a breath and tried to center himself and extended his blades then leapt at the three he could see. In the air he dodged another disc and a net fired at him, cleaving one of the hunter's in two as he landed and severing the arm of another, the third swung its spear at him and he managed to catch it and backhand the poor bastard, snapping its neck back in the process. The right sensor twitched and he narrowly dodged another ball of plasma, his movements were getting sluggish now.

All he could do for the moment was dodge the various weapons hurled at him; he tried to think of how to fight what he couldn't see and barely sense. Then it came to him. He leapt back to the far end of the cavern and concentrated, the beads that lay in his airports began to vibrate and hum before blasting out before him. Ever wondered what would happen if the air around you suddenly began to vibrate so rapidly and violently it not only caused friction but began to tear apart your skin?

If he had concentrated it into a tight funnel he could tear flesh from bone but instead spread it wide so it did little more than annoy the shit out of anything in its path… and disrupt most electronics. Their cloaking devices shorted out one by one, now the playing field was a tad bit more even despite his exhaustion. He took another breath and brought his hands forward, taking his Russian stance again, the hunters each started towards him slowly, one with a spear, the other only its wrist blades, the last with a new maul weapon, think Tonfas or nightstick but with blades instead of an aluminum pipe or wood pole. Then they stopped in their tracks, just like that and stood at attention. He lowered his guard a moment in confusion, what were they doing now? Then he found why they didn't attack, another hunter uncloaked its self before him, this one he didn't even sense through his tired haze. Unlike the others this one had a red cape and its armor was more… ornate. Its mask lay in the crook of its arm and he was just as ugly as the other, only this one had gray dreads and sharp little quills sticking out of its brow and jowls. He half expected to it to say purty mouth.

It did say something yes, but it wasn't that warbled english anymore, it was something he couldn't peg. Then again he wasn't expecting it to really speak anything other than mimicked english. One of the other hunters barked something back and this ornate one turned and glared at him, growling quietly. This thing had superiority, like the alpha male or chieftain. It said something to the other three and reluctantly they each began to remove their masks and hold them in the crook of their arms, watching the Guyver carefully. The chief turned to him next, as if he expected something. Finally the boy stood straight and rather reluctantly himself recalled the armor from his body. The three seemed slightly surprised, their brows raised high, the chief did not share the feeling however. The boy did his best to keep steady, he was honored with meeting the leader of these things, why he didn't know or care for at the moment, just happy they didn't lunge at him again.

He swallowed hard and then bowed deeply, in the back of his mind he kept expecting to get blasted or impaled right here, but instead as he came back up he got a nod from the chief. Finally it took its own spear (just as ornate as its armor was) and held it out to Jaeger. A peace offering? Sign of respect? He didn't know and didn't question it; he held his hands out under the weapon and bowed to the chief again. He stood up again and the spear retracted into more of a scepter than a weapon, he wondered if he could make a sword out of it briefly as the hunters each turned and began walking back to their ship, with only one of the larger beasts stopping and turning back to him on the ramp.

"Brothers…" It warbled, turning to him fully and patting its chest. He smiled and returned the odd salute.

"Brothers…"

The ramp of the ship began to lift and close, the pods atop it began to hum to life, and an intense heat began to billow out to him. He summoned the Guyver and with his remaining strength plowed himself up through the earth until he hit the streets above, collapsing onto the concrete. He tried to catch his breath, god it hurt to breath. He heard a gun cocking and looked up to see the barrel of a colt assault rifle at his face plate. The raid team had arrived apparently; several officers in SWAT gear were set up against the front door. Before they could even think of what to do with him the earth rumbled beneath them all. When they caught their balance they found the Guyver gone yet again.

Jaeger stood atop a rooftop in his armor, trying to catch his breath again. He was having trouble controlling the energy he used up, trouble focusing, the very reason he traveled abroad so many decades ago. Suddenly a shiver went down his spine and he could feel the flattened hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"[So, how long did it take you to get out of that cave]?" He said in Japanese as he turned and found a familiar face of his past, Sasuke Ryu, his little rival back in Japan. Like Jaeger he hadn't aged a day.

"[far too long, it's not very well ventilated and I continued to pass out… the only thing that kept me going was the vague hope of killing you…]"

"[Considering I have millennia more experience than you kid, it's unlikely]" Unless you were to attack right now…

Sasuke gave a scoff, nodding to the scepter in Jaeger's hand "[Making new friends already? Those hunters?]"

Jaeger cocked his head "[I take it you had a run-in with them as well?]"

Sasuke gave a shrug "[A couple, they fight like the old samurai of my home… well that is they try]"

"[You always were without honor you son of a bitch]"

A fight was coming and he wasn't able enough to win this round, he had to run. He had enough power left to maybe make it to the church, from then he'd have to pass out and rest for roughly another day before he'd be ready to fight again. He watched Sasuke take a breath and blasted him with the Guyver's sonic attack. The boy clutched at his ears and growled and Jaeger quickly took to the sky again, hurling himself in the proper direction. He hoped in the very least he can make it within falling distance of the cathedral, he wasn't sure if he could pull off a decent landing. He kept glancing behind him, expecting the 'Guyver of the Dragon' to be behind him, Sasuke. He remembered it so clearly, it was maybe two weeks after that ninja attack, Sakura pulled him away from his training one day and showed him something her grandfather gave to her. He instantly recognized the disk and the medallion in the center.

He took it from her and told her never to come near it, when she asked why he told her about it, about the Guyver, about the truth of the ogre that saved the castle. She wasn't nearly as shocked as she should have been, but now understood why the demon took a liking to her. Unbeknownst to the both of them Sasuke had listened in to the whole thing and stole the unit away that very night, activating it soon after. He then went about slaughtering villagers, calling himself Guyver of the Dragon. Jaeger stopped him and ripped out his control medal, burying deep in a mountain shrine in hopes it would never be found. If only he knew about the Guyver's unique ability to revive a host as long as the medal was intact, he would have destroyed it. He could see the church now, and he could barely keep airborne. So he did the next best thing to landing.

He fell. He crashed through the roof and smashed through two pews but god it felt good to just lie there, even despite the fact he was laying on splintered wooden seats. He took a sigh, it hurt to even think and he soon found the lovely detective looming over him.

"If you ever pull that again I'll cuff you to the bed"

He grinned under the faceplate and scoffed the best he could.

"Only if you promise to join me under the covers when you do"