Naruto: Paths Cross
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. There, now will you lawyers PLEASE stop stalking me?
Crap. STILL not many reviews. COME ON! I'm gonna abandon this fic if this continues...
Anyway, if you guys are complaining about not enough Naruto screentime, then sorry. It's hard to include the Zelathians in here, and it's in the nature of most of them to cause as much trouble as possible, causing the saner ones to stop the trouble, resulting in fights.
Naruto isn't going to be showing up majorly until three years later, where he learns using energy after getting his body into shape. The Zelathians will lose their screentime when it actually gets into canon. So keep yourselves cool and just read, it'll come, it'll come...
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She blurred, and he backpedaled, just as Sally appeared in front of him in an instant, (pure speed this time) her high-heeled heel breaking the earth. He swung Reunion in an arc with speed many times his previous one, but Sally just jumped over it, pirouetting and slicing at the same time with her blades. Magic manifested itself into a solid broadsword of purple energy, and he kept up with her insane speed even as she landed, their hands literally a blur, more than a hundred strikes per second, and steel rung so fast it seemed a continuous screech to those who didn't have sensitive enough hearing.
He spotted a dashing form at the corner of his vision, and he rolled sideways, just as Bucky barreled past his previous position, leaving a trail of burnt earth.
Magic rushed through his veins, wilder now, more powerful, yet easier to control, more patient, and with more willingness to serve, enabling him to actually enhance his own body's capabilities continuously and without harm without using any augmentation spells.
Reunion made SUCH a big difference.
He made a mental note to polish the magnificent sword again. Though it apparently wasn't sentient, you could never be sure with extremely powerful swords. As too much energy literally developed minds over time, and Reunion had possessed enough energy to go through that threshold before he ever received it from Cross Erazur. He didn't want another Phantasma and Spectra incident. (1)
The purple sword disappeared, and he flipped, balancing on one hand, spinning gracefully, the edges of his cloak covering an arc and glinting eerily, and Sally, strangely enough, took more notice of the cloak than Reunion, taking great measure to avoid the rippling cloth.
She almost got skewered by his broadsword.
She pounced away, frowning as he righted himself with a fancy movement of his legs, a slight smile on his face before giving a 'come hither' gesture.
His eyebrows rose up slightly before he jumped high, several meters into the air, curled into a ball as a gigantic cone of hellfire from behind engulfed the ground he had been on. Wings of Wind." He muttered, said appendages formed on his back, and he stayed aloft, avoiding being barbecued by hellfire since his time in the air since the jump wouldn't have been enough to outlast the fire that was still erupting from Bucky's maw.
Speaking about said maw, Bucky had spotted him, and had immediately angled his blast at him.
He flew away, nearly getting caught by the continuously widening cone of destruction. He wondered for a moment where the Devilhound got the firepower from before remembering that he was a familiar of a Damned Devil, a sub-species notorious for insane amounts of energy.
Well crap.
He dodged to the side, avoiding crescents of darkness, which were interestingly enough, not from the direction of the ground.
He raised an eyebrow at her hovering form, standing on top of a circle of darkness. She leaped off it, wings flapping, and he barely managed to veer to the left to avoid getting skewered by her blades.
He spun, blocking another slash as she reversed her flight, and they disengaged, before slamming together once again, continuously and without pause, looking like the primordial demon and angel locked in mortal combat.
He flipped sideways, spinning like a saw, the edges of his cloak whirling, and Sally beat her wings, retreating and avoiding the coat. He angled his wings, and fell to the ground like a diving hawk, avoiding a charge from Bucky as he walked on air, this time trailing darkness.
He spun at the last second, landing solidly but lightly on the ground, before pointing his finger at the two, frosty energy gathering at his fingertips. "Blizzard." A beam of energy shot into the air, and a snowstorm formed, raining large hailstones and spikes of ice.
The two hellish beings dived to the ground, avoiding the frozen projectiles as they did so, and Sally spun, rotating like a high-speed drill, hellfire gathering around her.
He frowned. "Sanctuary Sphere."
Another whirlwind of fire burned to the sky, and the magical blizzard ceased, overpowered by the heat. He covered his face with his sleeve, the acrid smoke acting like a fog and putting his visibility at zero. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sounds around him...
His eye twitched when he thought of an easier way. "Gravity."
The weight of the particles of smoke increased a hundredfold, and the air couldn't hold them up anymore. They fell to the ground like used-up bullets, and he spotted Sally and Bucky sneaking up behind him. They blinked.
He threw a lightning bolt at them. They split up, dodging it.
Bucky pounced at him, and his sword grinded across his claws and armor, and he crashed to the ground, his magic-enhanced strength barely keeping the lethal fangs at bay. He felt the temperature heating up as Bucky once again moved to using hellfire. "Shifting Sands."
The ground turned into loose sand, and Bucky had to scramble to regain his footing, giving him enough time to Pulse the canine off of him.
He blinked at the sight of Bucky turning into a dot at the sky above him.
He quickly rolled, avoiding another crescent of hellfire, and he jumped up, energy gathering throughout his body in preparation for a spell.
He grinned as he cast another one of his favorite spells. "Arsenal Gateway: Open."
A loud creaking groan sounded throughout the field, and a rift of multicolored energy materialized directly behind him, floating a foot and a half from the ground.
Sally raised an eyebrow. "Ahh, bringing in the big-hitters so early?"
"I'm not in the mood to waste time." He answered, charging at her, the gate moving with him and a sheath appearing at his belt and tucking Reunion in it, though its boost remained.
He grabbed behind him, his hand sinking into the rift, and he pulled out a scythe whose handle seemed to be made of stark-white bone, whose green energy blade sprouted from a demonic skull. He threw it at Sally, revealing it had a chain connected at the end, which was connected to a double-bladed battle axe of a similar make. Sally dodged the scythe, and managed to bring her blades up to block the blow from the battleaxe, one which sent a shock throughout her shoulders from its force.
Crimson brought his right leg back, sinking into the portal before bringing it back up equipped in a scarlet liberally spiked greave. She gasped when he kicked her on the stomach, multiple spikes piercing her abdomen, and she made a noise between a pleasurable moan and a gasp of pain, one which only grew louder when he pulled back the scythe and stabbed her left shoulder with it, the blade going cleanly through the bones of a devil and sticking. He brought the axe down, but she pulled back her foot to avoid it.
No matter.
He put both hands inside the gateway, and grinned at what he grasped. He jumped backwards pulling out a longbow seemingly made completely out of white feathers, and a completely silver object that seemed a mix between a long dagger and an arrow.
He nocked the blade-arrow, and fired.
It punctured her thigh, but didn't break through completely. She gave a howl of mixed pleasure and pain, her knees crashing to the ground. She panted, eyes crazed, before stabbing her swords to the ground and shakily standing up. She pulled out the scythe and the blade-arrow, dropping the scythe to the ground, but holding on to the blade-arrow. She brought it up to her lips, a long tongue licking it oh-so sensually, moaning in bliss at the taste.
She turned lustful eyes at him. "So you CAN be rough with me."
He merely gave a slight frown at her already-healing wounds, before returning the bow and putting both hands and left leg into the portal, coming out with a matching red greave for his left leg and similarly-colored gauntlets with four, one and a half foot long claws for each hand.
He charged, swinging the claws wildly, crescents of red energy sprouting from each motion.
Sally grinned, matching the crescents with her own, before clashing with the claws, steel grinding against steel, sparks flying from each impact, and metal screeching like the death-throes of an animal. She kicked at him, and it was blocked by one of his greaves, but she used it as a springboard, pivoting and getting inside his defenses, her other heel slamming painfully onto his chest, and he flew backwards, tucking into a roll and ending up in a crouch, already bringing his claws up, and just in time too, to block a double-footed dropkick from Sally, one that sent him skidding back several feet away.
He started slashing at once, blocking Sally's swords as she attacked him relentlessly, never giving him an inch to spare, and him giving the same treatment to her, their bodies became blurs as they moved throughout the battlefield, dodging blows as much as they gave them, and ravaging the ground with stray attacks.
Crimson jumped, spinning and rotating wildly in the air, creating cutting crescents in as many directions as fast as he could, buying enough time to safely change weapons. He switched to two, long, double-saw-edged blades with weird handles. He slammed their pommels together, and they connected and interlocked, holding firm. THEN he started spinning it like a staff.
Sally jumped back, barely avoiding the deadly staff-blade. Crimson leaped at her, disconnecting them and engaging her, blow for blow.
Each contact with the blade creating ripples in the very air itself, a centralized sonic wave, and Sally could feel her arms straining. Crimson suddenly swept them below her feet, a move that she jumped above, before he kicked the handles upward, nearly stabbing Sally with the projectiles. He reached inside the portal, his arms and fingers coming out wrapped in moonlight-luminous chains that ended in blue crescents.
His arm snapped towards her, the five chains ejecting from his fingers with the speed of a bullet, and she barely dodged them. He continued moving his arm, his other limb joining in after a few seconds, and Sally could barely avoid the chains that he skillfully, and relentlessly I might add, maneuvered towards her.
Thankfully, Bucky was there to help.
Crimson's eyes widened as Bucky crashed into him, berating his stupidity for focusing solely on Sally. But he had bigger problems right now. Said problem being engulfed in hellfire.
Sally grinned as Bucky bounded away, and the area Crimson was in was suddenly shredded into so many little scraps, as if a million blades had been swung at the speed of sound. "Finally, you start dancing."
"Shut up." Came the cold reply, and her pupils shrunk, and she barely escaped with her arms in place, shadow stepping away. She eyed the numerous cuts on her arms that had sliced cleanly through without resistance, a testament to the sharpness of whatever weapon's edge he used.
She looked at Crimson, he was standing behind her previous position, sideways to her, his cloak rippling like waves on an ocean. His eyes had turned a frozen blue, and his face was as hard as the coldest ice, unreadable and frigid. The fact that the Arsenal Gateway had disappeared and he wasn't wielding Reunion gave birth to the question of HOW he cut her up.
She brought her blades up, knowing full well how serious it had become. Edge Dancing was a style very few could master, and just the novices of the art could beat masters of the sword. Crimson was a grandmaster. A full-blown grin spread across her face. "Bring it on."
"Gladly." He appeared before her, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and she barely saw it, graceful, beautiful movements not unlike a dance. He spun, cloak twirling, spinning like corkscrew, rippling movement of a warrior, a dancer, a killer.
She tried her best to avoid the cloth, and it became obvious why.
It cut her. But not like a blade. Oh no, any pressure from the cloth would penetrate her skin, like superheated metal through butter. She couldn't block, as he could maneuver it to slide across her, and the cloth was unnaturally slick. She couldn't slice it; her blade would merely slide across it or push against it, but never slice. Nor could she catch it or pin it down; she had stomped on it, the ground breaking, her heels pinning it down, (or so she thought) and he merely pulled it with the slightest gesture, and it came free; same as when she had grabbed a handful of it.
There was a reason why it was such a lethal style. And she had yet to discover how they made the cloth that way.
Her eyes widened as a thousand crescents came at her, bright blue, thinner than the eyes of a needle, and fast as lightning. Only her skill and devil-gotten speed saved her as she weaved through the swarm, and came face to face with Crimson.
He moved; subtle footing that typically took centuries to master, the edges of his clothes sliding across her skin and cutting like no one's business. Muscles and tendons around her arms and legs were severed, and she was gutted like a fish, a grevious wound from her navel to collarbone opening up, followed by a titanic impact on her chest that sent her crashing to the ground.
She blinked, eyes wide, shocked at the sheer difference in power. She hadn't even been able to bring her sword up for anything, and she had been cut up so fast she hadn't even felt it until now.
She coughed, blood staining her lips, and wondered if she should moan in pleasure or scream in pain. She winced as a boot drove the air from her lungs. She gazed up into Crimson's cold, hard stare, his eyes slowly turning back to purple. She chuckled at her expense. "The gap's still so big huh? And from what I've heard, you haven't been training that much."
Crimson rolled his eyes. "I keep myself fit, and I don't forget my moves...ever. And Bucky, I won't ever give you any of my special steaks again if you so much as TRY to attack me." The Devilhound gave a groan, before plopping down, head on his paws, and eyes sorrowfully pleading for forgiveness at his mistress. Crimson's special doggy steaks were THAT good.
He looked her over, before snapping his fingers and a soft blue glow encompassed Sally's body, healing all injuries. "So, what brings you here? Unless you really went here solely to annoy me."
She beamed at him. He twitched, and his fingers tapped Reunion's hilt ominously.
He heaved a sigh, palming his face. "You're staying here aren't you?"
She nodded.
"And there's nothing I can do to change your mind?"
Another nod.
He took a deep breath, and Sally nearly stopped breathing when she felt the killing intent disappear, and nearly choked on her own spit when she saw his eyes had turned red. His scarlet eyes gazed into hers, with the unnaturally calm stare only one in the Avedon state could manage. "Accepted. Most of the villagers I could care less about, but, I'd rather you not mess with the minds of my apprentice and friends. It would prove...bothersome." He frowned, as if thinking of an unsavory chore. "And I tend to eliminate bothersome things. Understood?" The way he spoke of it, it was like he was speaking merely of throwing away the trash.
Sally knew that he meant every word when in this state. She had once gone against one of his rules, and only the presence of two Crusader branch members had saved her. She nodded tersely. "O-of course."
He nodded in satisfaction, and red gradually gave way to purple. "Good." He pulled her up, dusting off some stray dirt from her clothes, not minding at all the more obvious bloodstains. "Now come on, we have to settle your citizenship with the Hokage."
They turned around and walked into a Doorway, appearing in front of the ninjas, who were still attempting to pick their mental jaws off the ground.
"Well, for now, the danger's passed. She'll be staying, that's for sure. But she'll be kept in check...hopefully." He once again cursed at the existence of the word.
"Staying? Crimson-san, isn't that a bad thing?" Itachi, asked, frowning at the subject of the conversation.
Crimson grunted. "OF COURSE it's a bad thing. But I've managed to set up some ground rules. You're safe, so long as you don't provoke her or make her think you're hitting on her."
The Hokage grimaced. "I cannot in good conscience allow that. She has murdered citizens and ninja of Konoha, and so, is an enemy."
Sally pouted, looking attractive despite the dirt on her person. "He insulted Crimson, so I killed him. And those ninjas tried to kill me first." She protested.
Crimson sighed, wondering whether he should feel touched or berate her. "She WILL stay. She's too stubborn to accept a no. And since I honestly won't be fighting her again, do you honestly want to battle her without my help?" He asked, gesturing to the park. The ninjas gulped, remembering the all-too-recent battle.
It had been decimated. A constant use of fire had utterly burned the life out of it, leaving black, cracked, burnt-out dry ground. Shards and pieces of crystal and steel yet remained, shining unnaturally under the glow of the sun, and the iron tree stood tall, its side slowly healing, as if it was an actual living tree (which it was). (2) Trenches and grooves all around the field reminded them of the cutting crescents both warriors tended to use, and the large path of severed tree trunks from one of Sally's stray crescents told them just how powerful the attack was.
Oh no, they weren't in the mood for THAT in any case...
He shook his head. "You have no choice in this matter. You either take her on and possibly lose, or allow her to live here and have only minimal casualties from people too stupid to have even vestiges of common sense. The way I see it, we're doing you a favor."
Sarutobi scowled, annoyed at being maneuvered into a corner by these two strangers. He sighed wearily. "Very well. The lesser of the two evils then." He glared at Sally. "We'll discuss making you a Konoha citizen at the Hokage tower." He turned towards the ninja. "Men, all knowledge of today's activities is to be considered an S-class secret. Now cover up the damage." He gestured to Crimson, asking him to make one of his famous 'Doorways'.
He shrugged sheepishly. "I cannot. I can only make portals to places I have been to. Or places 500 meters around me if I haven't been there yet." (3)
The Sandaime sighed at this, before using a shunshin and transporting the four to his office. He sat down wearily on his chair, muttering something along the lines of, "I'm too old for this shit."
He studied the three beings (he highly doubted either of them was human) in his office. Bucky sat on his rump, tongue lolling out of his mouth but not drooling, Sally was inspecting her fingernails, and was frowning at their current state, while Crimson was wiping his sword almost lovingly with a wet rag that smelled of a strange metallic odor. Not to mention the fact that Sally and Bucky were still in their hellish forms.
He coughed, and the two looked up from what they were doing, though Crimson continued to wipe his blade without looking at it.
"Yes?" Crimson asked.
"Before we officially approve her citizenship, I want to know your reasons for going to Konoha."
Crimson raised an eyebrow. "I guess I would say: to escape my sister. But since she's staying and I'm not going anywhere, it would be redundant. So I would state that it's to train my newfound apprentice."
The Sandaime furrowed his brow. "Apprentice?"
"Uchiha Itachi."
Sarutobi blinked rapidly. "I-Itachi?"
Crimson grinned. "Yes. Itachi. Now don't think I'm teaching him spells of mass destruction. Oh no, that would be too much for him." His eyes shifted to red. "...the true skills of an assassin would be more fitting." He finished coldly, and the shinobi shuddered.
The Sandaime noted the fact way that Sally and Bucky tensed until the last remnants of red was gone from his eyes. He would have to remember that fact. He looked at Sally. "What about you?"
She grinned. "I came here to check up on my brother, and to see if his skills haven't rusted."
He rolled his eyes. "As you have just seen, I am perfectly fine, and my skills are still-"
"I meant your other skills. The ones I taught you."
Cue rapid twitching and sporadic bursts of energy.
He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to repeatedly stab her. "I haven't forgotten any of them..."
She smirked at him. "Good. Because our deal is still active."
"I haven't forgotten about it." He drawled. Oftentimes, he wondered HOW Sally managed to get the dirt on him. Maybe she was a Recorder branch member in disguise?
"Oh, and Crimson? I have a question."
He frowned. Sally usually addressed him by his actual name when serious. "Yes?"
"Have you gotten laid yet?"
Oftentimes, he wondered why she considered his virginity such an important matter.
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Civilians and ninja alike looked up in shock as a magnificent blast of purple lightning ripped through one side of the top of the tower, widening out as it got farther, encompassing more than the width of the entire tower as it reached across the horizon. Thankfully, it faded after a few moments. However, it left an entire city frightened to near death.
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Sally pouted at his empty chair. "Hmph. Looks like he's still a virgin." She shook her head. "If this goes on, he'll NEVER get a woman."
Sarutobi hid behind his desk, face pale to the point of being white, heart hammering in his chest. Terrified at the amount of power he had suddenly shown.
One thing was for sure: this village will never be the same again.
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Crimson twitched. Twice.
While Anko hadn't become Sally's apprentice, the next worst thing happened.
They had hit off and become friends.
As of now, he was duly considering hiking off to the middle of nowhere and trying out farming for the rest of his immortal life. Anything was better than being forced to watch them change clothes and tell them how they looked. Reason for said situation was that Sally was preparing to open a clothing store.
Yes. A clothing store. Who's owner is probably the world's biggest nymphomaniac. Damn you sixth sense of Lacroans for being right.
And if that wasn't enough, she had settled down on the space right in front of his store. 'I hate my life.' He thought.
Anko chuckled at his expense, currently wearing a loose, yellow yukata with red phoenix figures on it that only served to enhance the features on her body. She smiled sensually at him, covering her mouth with a simple fan. "So, how do you like this one, Crim-son-kun?" She put heavy emphasis on his name, adding a delectable slur in it.
As professionalism demanded, he HAD to answer truthfully. 'Damn my professionalism.' He swore in his head. "Any typical red-blooded male would be drooling by now." He spoke out loud.
Sally (in her human form) giggled behind several clothes racks, wearing a green, long-sleeved dress that was loose on the arms and shoulders, cut on both sides from the thighs to show off a good length of creamy leg, and unreasonably tight from the stomach up; seeming more like a second skin and straining against her impressive bust, to say nothing about the plunging neckline and the sexy wooden slippers.
Anko had considered Sally's transgressions against her as justified. After all, she just did what was apparently natural for her, (and Anko herself would have killed anyone who insulted her friends if she wouldn't get arrested for it) and since she was Crimson's sister, she had tried to get to know her. I.E. suddenly start throwing kunai and shuriken and generally try to kill her.
All it had taken was an entire afternoon of attempting to kill each other, some positive comments about each other's clothes, and Sally killing another villager for insulting her friend, (a friend of any Avedon is a friend of the entire Avedon family, so she says) and she already considered Sally as one of her most trusted confidantes. Never mind the fact she wasn't human. Crimson apparently wasn't too, but hey, they cared about her, and that was that.
Anko blinked and stared as a blue eyeball with red wings flew up to Crimson, and seemingly whispered to him, a quiet chitter chitter, despite said eye not having any vocal chords or organs to make sounds with.
He stood up, dusting his clothes. "Well, Itachi's already at the store for training. Be seeing you two. Come on Jimmy." The eye, apparently called Jimmy, somehow made it look as if he was smiling, and followed his master, fading into invisibility long before they were out of sight in the other store.
Sally tsked, lamenting the chance to further frustrate the battlemage. But she wouldn't keep him from that. She had seen him and Itachi together and knew how much he loved training the genius. Maybe she should have an apprentice too?
She blinked at the thought, before smiling evilly. Oh yes, an apprentice would be nice...
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"-set traps in all of the situations he might do in a day. Like putting a marine viper in his bathtub, placing a poisoned needle in places he might sit, replacing his toothpaste with an-"
Crimson blinked as he was instructing Itachi on how to quickly kill noblemen and women when you didn't have time to regulate his activities in a day.
He looked up and glared the sky from the clearing they were in. His sixth sense was once again warning him of impending danger, and he KNEW it wasn't wrong. Dear god, this was almost as bad as the one he felt when Sally somehow managed to convince (blackmail) five spell-lords into putting him inside a porn video!
'Damn you Destiny. Damn you...'
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Back in the Hyuuga compound, Hiashi Hyuuga felt an unnatural chill run down his spine.
He quickly regained his composure. "Hmph. It must be but the morning breeze." He muttered.
However, Hinata felt something else. It was as if it was her birthday, and the entire world was about to celebrate it. For a moment, she let a small smile grace her face, before going back to her usual shy expression, thinking that it must be her mind playing tricks on her.
After all, why would something good happen to a failure like her?
...you have no fuckin idea...
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Explanations:
(1) The Phantasma ela Fira and Spectra dela Frigida incident. A mishap when one of Crimson's 'friends' didn't use his weapons for far too long and the two katars revealed themselves to be sentient, taking solid forms and generally wreaking havoc due to pent-up frustration at not getting to destroy anything for too long. Moral of the story: Make sure to use your extremely powerful weapons as much as possible. They might be sentient and get pissed at you.
(2) The Tree of Iron is a tree regularly grown in Lacroa. This way, they have a self-sustaining source of metal, instead of depending on resources that takes millions of years to replenish. On a side note, there are many other types of metal or crystal trees. Such as the Tree of Diamond, or the Tree of Silver......man, that must explain why the Lacroans are so damn rich...
(3) This is a hint that will help you figure out where Crimson and Company had originally landed on in the Naruto world. Another hint: the place has already been shown in he story.
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And that's it! The battle between siblings is finished! And you finally know what an Edge Dancer is!
Also, can you guys answer some questions?
What do you think of Crimson's style? Some people say it's gay...I don't like gay things. So I wanna know if it's awesome or not.
Who should I put in the next chapter? A. The man in black that can devour anything and the greatest thief in the world? (apprentice: Kimimaro) B. The mistress of lightning, Cross Erazur's sister, his ¾ vampire ¼ Lacroan son and his werepyre (half werewolf, half vampire) girlfriend. (apprentice: Nii Yugito, Samui, maybe the other Kumo ninjas) C. The unkillable emotionless soldier. (apprentice: Hidan [gasp dun dun dun DUN!])
What do you think will happen to Konoha with Sally's appearance? And exactly what do you think of Sally herself?
You probably didn't expect Jimmy the Eye didn't you? Heh, didn't think he meant it literally when he said 'because of flying invisible eyeballs' didn't ya? Anyway, I don't own him, so you can't sue me since I admitted it.
Also, OMAKE! Of the time when hand puppets tried to take over the earth!
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Cross Avedon laughed maniacally as he randomly shot people left and right. Crim and Erazur would give him hell about it later, but who cared about the pain-in-the-asses?
Suddenly, a literal tidal wave of trash swept across the city he was in, and he was dragged down under.
He sputtered for a while, nearly swallowing the refuse before turning to his devil form and burning a path to the air, and promptly stared open-mouthed the carnage.
The entire city...had been destroyed. It HAD been a tidal wave, and not of liquid, but of solid objects. The buildings and people didn't stand a chance. Only his devilish durability saved him.
"Who dares...KILL THE PEOPLE I WAS GONNA KILL?! WHO DARES?!" He shouted, nearly foaming at the mouth.
"I do! For it is time, for the Sesame Street guys to take over!" Oscar the Grouch proclaimed...stupidly, I might add. Pissing off a Damned Devil is never good for your health.
"DIE!!!!" The sky turned black, despite it being morning just moments ago as darkness formed and covered the heavens, and hellfire coalesced, encompassing the entire city.
Oscar didn't have time to squeak before the entire city was burned to ashes, and the ashes crushed into a large, flat expanse of black earth.
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Crimson Avedon smiled at the sun. All was fine. The war was over, the world had been kept in order, and peace reigned.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
His eye twitched, and he looked at the direction of the explosion, before his pupils shrunk at the sight.
Gigantic skyscrapers were falling left and right, being broken down from gigantic fractures that originated from the ground. He ran towards it, teleporting several times before skidding to a stop at the appearance of the perpetrator: ELMO?!
"Your reign has ended! Prepare to be destroyed, by the awesome martial arts powers of Elmo, humans!" The hand puppet proceeded to punch another building, and a gigantic crack spread across it.
He groaned, before he raised his hand to the sky. "Meteor Strike."
The flaming projectile crashed to the ground, crushing the red puppet. He waved a hand, and the meteor disappeared from a large Doorway, before he looked at the remains.
His eye gave several more twitches at the sight of the familiar electronics, before looking at the news on one of the stores that had survived.
"Apparently, Sesame Street has staged a Coup d'état, with Grover causing earthquakes, Mr. Snuffleupagus sucking everything up in his black hole of a nose, the Martians firing death-rays, Big Bird raining exploding feathers, Ernie-"
He didn't listen to the rest. He knew where this came from.
"ANITA!!!!"
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Inside one the Avedon family's hideouts, Anita Avedon of Science Branch chucked her old inventions from her childhood inside a wormhole.
"Hmm, the Transformer Cube? Neh. Makes too many evil robots." She threw it in. "The Count? Nope. Has a habit of turning people into his mindless slaves." She chucked it in. "Hmm...and what are these? Ah! My old dinosaur figures that turn into real dinosaurs! Well, already got better ones. And what have we-OOH! My Barney doll that turns into Godzilla! Damn, but I've already got one that turns into all kinds of monsters. Bye!" She threw those two in also. She looked at what was left. The room was still three-fourths full.
Needless to say, Crimson and the gang had a LOT of cleaning up to do.
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And cut!
Ha! I love those scenes!
So, tell me what you think! And review! Or else I might abandon this fic...
