Pasts pleasant and pitiful
The family had indeed had a wonderful time, yet they returned to Marry's in mixed spirits. Riko was fast asleep in her father's arms, and the two parents, both slightly tipsy and high on life yet exhausted, struggled to be quiet as they made their way to their room.
As her husband fiddled with the lock Masane's mind flashed back to a conversation with Long she had had just before the evening had ended.
A conversation she had no intention of sharing with husband just yet.
Earlier that night
"Please don't get her hooked on that junk." Eddie had groaned as Jim introduced Rihoko to the sole 'geeky' thing he seemed to treasure above all else:
Yugi-Oh the card game.
"There's nothing wrong with a grown man teaching his niece to play a card game." Jim smirked as he saw the daughter of his best friend wipe out his small army with a well placed magic card. "And once again, I question how the heck this kid is yours; nicely down, kiddo!"
He messed with her hair affectionately
"Thank you, Uncle Jim."
"It is when the grown man enjoys it." Waiban added as he poured Eddie a cup of tea. "Also, she's Peter's niece, not yours."
Jim was pulled out of the game for a second
"Oh yeah, how is Pete doing?"
"Working as a body-guard." Eddie said, turning to his other friend. "And thank you, Waiban, for pointing out my biggest point."
"Hey, this a universal game." Jim retorted. "Just cause the show was aimed at kids doesn't mean jack."
He then turned to Riko.
"Also; sweetheart? When you get the chance, watch that show and never believe a thing your father says about it."
Riko hadn't been listening, placing another card, she wiped out Jim's life points.
"Like that, uncle Jim?"
The three men looked down and realized what had just happened: Riko, a first time player, had just beaten her uncle (who was no slouch by any means) in a mere two turns.
"...Dang."
The conversation, while somewhat funny and filling Masane with pride in how her daughter once again proved her brilliance, had started to get a little geeky for the young woman's taste, so she had turned to the host of the event.
"Hey, Long? Can I speak to you in private for a minute?"
The aging Yakuza head, who had just started getting out of his chair, nodded, and motioned for her to follow him into another room.
It was the mansion library; with a crackling fireplace and a multitude of paintings of famous authors and scenes from books scattered throughout.
"What is it you wished for Eddie and Riko to not hear?" Long asked as he sat down and opened up a book, in spite of having a very good idea what was to come.
"I know what Eddie does for you."
Long smiled at this revelation, flipping a page of his book.
"And?" He asked. "You're not thinking of leaving him, are you?"
Masane's straight face contorted into anger, ever so slightly.
"No." She said after recomposing herself. "I know it sounds selfish, but I honestly find it hard to care as long we keep Riko warm, fed and happy."
"Then why did you request to speak with me alone?" Long asked, placing his book to give Masane his full attention.
"Because I want to know two things." Masane declared. "One; do you hate me and Riko for..?"
"No. In fact, if anything I'm elated Eddie met you and Rihoko." Long admitted, cutting her off. "Before you, he was all business and no pleasure unless I demanded it of him. Seriously, he'd have rather spent his days off and birthdays doing my bidding. He's actually happier now, and for all that he's done for me, I am very happy to see him like that. Besides, he deserves to be far more than a mere attack-dog, as some of my associates have declared him."
This knowledge did comfort the woman somewhat, but Masane wasn't finished:
"Two: Are you willing to harm Eddie if you can get something out of it?"
Long's affable attitude vanished, as did his smile.
"Whatever brought that thought up?" He growled as he stood up. "Have I not made it clear how much I...?"
"Appreciation is one thing." Masane cut him off. "But you knowing so much about him? Taking care of his brother and friends? Not harming Peter when he obviously left when some knoweldge of how you work? And finding them practically right after they ran away from the orphanage?"
Long held his tongue.
"Oh yeah, Eddie's told me some things. Most of what I just said was assumptions, though." Masane noted, then taking a deep breath. "Now, tell me the truth of this last point right now, then I'll leave all this alone. We'll never have had this conversation, and I'll go back to being the good wife."
The Yakuza head steeled himself, motioning her to ask.
"..Did you send Eddie to where and when Great Quake happened, hoping he'd get his dad's powers?"
...
"Answer me."
...
"No wonder he loves you so." Long sighed. "Not a brainless beauty by any means."
"Only when it comes to Eddie and Riko." Masane said, crossing her arms. "So?"
Long was silent for a minute.
"It was a possibility I had to explore." Long answered, making Masane's eyes widen as she took a step back, but not out of fear. "The Great Quake was not my intent; that was all at DOUJI and the NSWF's fault."
"Eddie...h-he..." She started
"Your husband looks up to me, yes, I know." Long cut her off. "You think I'm ignorant to that? You are not of the Yakuza world, Masane, so I will not waste time explaining. But rest assured, I adore Eddie like the son I wanted Waiban to be. My son is many things; intelligent, devoted to goals and able to see the big picture...but lacking resolve and strength. Eddie is all those things and more...but lacking ambition. I would've offered him everything I own at one time, you know? And Waiban and so many others? They would've happily followed him to the gates of Hell and back."
He then turned his back to her.
"But there are forces out there. Forces that defy what we understand and only a select few have a hope of standing up to. Eddie's father was one of those forces, and yes, I admit, I did indeed keep track of him in hopes of finding something akin to his power. But even HE, the great Jackie Estacado, fell to time and death; even his empire collapsed. My only goal, since I joined the Yakuza as a child, was to ensure that the organization I was a part of didn't fall on my watch. Eddie has ensured that for the longest time as a mortal, and looks like he can do even greater as a being like you and your Witchblade."
Masane tensed and reached to cover the aforementioned object.
"Oh yes, I know about it. No interest, rest assured. But, to answer your question; if I am confronted by a force even greater or equal to the Darkness? My foremost priority will always the Yakuza itself; Eddie will be a pawn I will gladly sacrifice for the future of my empire. You and Riko as well."
For a full three minutes, not a word was uttered. The fire cotinued to crackle.
Masane then took a deep breath and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you for your time and words, Long." She said. "I think it's about time for my family and I to be departing."
Long nodded in understanding, sitting back into his chair.
"You realize you may have just made a powerful enemy, woman."
Masane had simply turned and, her confidence returning, pointed out:
"And you realize that most of my husband's social and professional circle loves him more than they respect and fear you, right old man?"
With a smirk, she walked out of the room and reminded Eddie of Riko's bed time. From his chair, Long simply smirked.
"What a fascinating woman."
Present time
Finally stepping into the room and missing his wife's announcement of going straight to the shower, Eddie's mind had flashed back to another important day that he had been reminded of that night.
2 years after the Great Quake
The Yakuza heads has all gathered under one roof; in San Francisco no less. It was a general meeting, but he'd probably never have a better chance to reintegrate himself than now.
Masane and Riko were staying at a nice hotel while he was out on 'an evening errand.' Jim had stayed behind to keep an eye on them, the smile he had shot Eddie telling the young man 'you're whipped'
A quip that the man could no longer deny. Not that he was in the mindset to do so at the moment; making sure all knew he was still alive. That he had accomplished his mission...and in the 2 year absence, there had been minimal changes.
Sadly, his gang was not there, but it was not his biggest priority. He stormed into the room after knocking out the guards.
"Ohayo, Okashiras." Eddie had bowed, ending all the conversations.
Long, tears in his eyes and a smile on his face, embraced the young man who had become one of his most prized subordinates.
"Eddie..." He smiled. "It has been too long."
Eddie weakly returned the hug before shifting to the other Heads.
"Apologies for taking so long to return, milords." He announced. "There were...complications. Regardless, I have continued to working in our interests and wishes to the best of my knowledge."
"Yes, the chief of police in Tokyo kept us up to date." A snooty looking man waved. "We'll deposit your overdue fees shortly, and now that you're here we have..."
"Um, actually...? I-I'd like to request if I could go part-time." Eddie requested.
The air went so silent a pin being dropped could be heard and the atmosphere could be cut with a knife.
"I love this organization and will do all in my power to make it grow, Okashiras." Eddie assured them. "I have come far in my time and will continue to spread our vision. But these two years have made me realize my own mortality; opened my eyes to the need to prepare the next generation..."
"You've met someone." A fat and elderly head grumbled, his anger soon matched by many of the others.
"...There is a woman, yes." Eddie confessed, looking down at his feet and realizing too late what he had done.
This single act alone had given his detractors all the reason they needed to deny him this. A famed assassin and go-for he always had been, but he had always been stoic and professional. Now he seemed like a smitten schoolboy. Not what the Yakuza needed in their employ.
"She is no outsider." Eddie tried to assure them, digging himself deeper. "And she is the mother of my first born."
A semi-white lie.
"I see no reason not to grant this request." Long mentioned at the others. "Eddie has always served us well and has made it clear he will continue to do so. Besides, this is merely lowering his availability slightly, not outright leaving."
But the others were not convinced.
Eddie then fell to his knees and palms, his forehead greeting the floor.
"Name it, and it shall be done!"
"There is a meeting of our greatest problem-makers and pot-stirrers happening somewhere in this city...the hotel right next to our own, in fact." The fattest old man started. "Eliminate them all by midnight tonight without being identified or even getting suspicion being sent our way? And your request will be granted. Hell, we'll even pay for the wedding of you and this woman."
Their sickeningly cruel laughter confirmed what this truly was: A seemingly impossible task in exchange for a humble request. Attacks like this required planning, knowledge gathering, a whole team. On top of it all? He had only two hours to do it.
And yet? Eddie accepted
The second he stepped out of the room, Eddie closed his eyes and focused into his mind.
Over the past two years, whenever he had slept or dared to imagine the black of night that used to calm him so, he had felt something else. A presence, more foul and threatening than any yakuza or pervert he had ever had the misfortune of crossing, yet also just as inviting as one of his late mother's hugs, Masane's kisses or Riko's smiles.
Eddie had avoided making any attempt to find out just what it was, but desperate times called for desperate measures: The young man had not felt this happy since childhood, he would be damned if he let some stubborn old men keep him from the woman he loved and the toddler he adored just because he finally asked for a little request.
If this...thing...was half as powerful as he seemed to get the idea it was, it wouldn't be too much to assume it could be of aid.
"Can I do it?"
Though faceless, he could swear the presence seemed to smirk
"If I let you help me, can I do it?" Eddie reworded his question.
"MAYBE. MAYBE NOT. WHAT ARE YOU PREPARED TO DO?"
Eddie's answer had been an unhesitating:
"Anything and everything."
The seemingly arrogant confidence of the presence soared, and fear filled Eddie for the first time since his mother's passing.
"I THINK YOU AND I ARE GOING TO GET ALONG JUST FINE...SUCKER."
The worst pain of his life had filled Eddie, but this was soon forgotten when he realized how powerful he felt.
An evil smile crossed his face as he vanished from sight, his targets being the sole thing on his mind.
A half hour later, Eddie returned to the room, tossing a gym bag onto the table without care and motioning for someone to open it.
Aside from Long, the heads all either lost their meals or blanched in awe or fear. Not the least concerned, Eddie took notice of a beautiful sheathed katana on the table and began to inspect it.
"The heads of all who could cause us trouble. That didn't even take me an hour." He told them, unsheathing the blade. "Dare I show you what I can do in a whole night with proper motivation?"
With that, his part-time was assured...especially when Long ordered him to kill the other heads.
Present day
Shaking his head out of those memories, Eddie gently pushed some of Riko's hair out of her face before placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Sleep well, sweetheart."
He then made his way to the fridge and poured himself a drink of milk. Letting out a relived sigh, he then tensed when he felt a familiar pair of arms and two round mounds on his back.
"Masane?" He asked. "Everything okay?"
He could feel his wife's smile as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulders.
"Yeah baby. Everything's fine. In fact, after such a lovely evening, I've decided that what you've been going through hasn't been properly...compensated? Does that work?"
Eddie's eyes widened. Was she saying...?
A kiss in his ear made him begin to shake in anticipation.
'I swear to any and every damn deity up there, if this more of her teasing...!'
"Doing all of Long's work? Keeping us in a nice apartment?"
He would've argued the room was basic before he felt her undoing his shirt buttons and one hand sneaking underneath, rubbing his stomach affectionately.
"Beating the crap out of Shiori for me? All that...and just one night with me since you came here?" Masane asked cutely. "Doesn't seem right, does it?"
Eddie's eyes were widening as the part that made him a man became obvious...as did what his wife was getting at.
"You mean...?"
Masane nodded before whispering:
"Yep. Your punishment has been ended early, big boy. Now...what are you going to do about it?"
With a giddy smile on his face, Eddie took Masane into his arms and raced into the bathroom, silencing her delighted squeal with his lips as he undid the knot of her yukata, throwing it onto the floor as he closed the door.
"Someone's excited, eh?" Masane noted with a smirk, only to hear a rip or two as more of her clothes joined the Yukata. "Eddie! Those were...!"
She was silenced by another kiss and her back against the shower wall.
"You...have been teasing me relentlessly for these last couple of days." Eddie whispered hungrily and with hints of lustful anger into her ear as he decorated her neck with kisses. "Get ready for a sore chest and not being able to walk tomorrow."
Masane simply smirked as she ripped his pants off, moving down to reach a certain part of him, only to find her face brought up to her husband's.
"Nuh uh uh!" Eddie waved his index finger as his free hand turned the water on."Not this time, Massy."
She pouted.
"Hey, you made me suffer. This is payback." Eddie retorted.
His confidence vanished when his wife, a toothy smirk on her face, grabbed hold of his package and stroked it.
"Still payback?" She teased.
Eddie growled.
As hot water cascaded onto their forms, the couple let their hands wonder in between sloppy, desperate and passionate kisses. Steam blurred the shower, hand and footprints being pressed into them.
And then came the moment
Masane held in her screams and moans, instead running her fingers through Eddie's hair as she was pressed up and down the wall. Eddie buried his face and hands into her generous chest, kissing and massaging
All they said throughout this and when they made it to bed?
"I love you."
WBID
In the cemetery of New Tokyo stood a middle age man in a trench coat.
He was glad that this was one of the few places that wasn't effected by the great because one of the inhabitants of this cemetary was someone very close to him. That person was the very person whose tombstone he was now facing towards.
Zenji Ikari
Beloved father, husband, and brother.
The man chuckled nervously before speaking,
"H-hey bro. Um long time. I would've come to visit you sooner but my mind hasn't exactly working properly for awhile now. I really miss you man. I'd love to visit Julia and that nephew of mine but...I'm afraid that's probably not possible at the moment."
The man silently stared at the tombstone for a few minutes before he fell to the ground bawling his eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I know i shouldn't have done either of those things but i just couldn't take what happened and I wanted to leave something behind for your wife and kid. Then that quake happened and I got loose along with the others. Now the entire city is going to hell and I'm one of the causes. Whats worse is now that I've regained self awareness I'm aware the things I've been doing. If only you had still been alive back then you would've managed to talk me out of not only selling my body to be turned into a weapon but the suicide altogether. You always were very persuasive. I'm sure your wife and son miss you as much as i do."
The man managed to pull himself together and get up. He took one last look at the grave and smiled warmly.
"I'll try to visit again when i get the chance. See ya bro."
The man turned and left the cemetery.
WBiD
He hadn't been able to sleep.
Jim Ikari wondered the streets of New Tokyo, his mind a jumbled mess and only one bottle of sake in his system.
Seeing his best friend and his wife and daughter had been a blessing. He was delighted his niece (regardless of what Waiban said) had proved to be a natural at Duel Monsters and his dearly beloved mother was doing fine. His work with Wado was a bit of a pain, mostly due to the man's pitiful ego, but a job was a job.
He wasn't exactly hurting for money, but Jim did like to keep himself busy. And DOUJI did pay very well.
At the same time, being back home in Japan was not an entirely pleasant experience. The news covering of weird killings also put him a little on edge, which considering how (tooting his own horn a bit here) badass he was, was saying something.
He also didn't like seeing Long is such a powerful position; for all the 'good' the man had done for Eddie and the others, something about him had always unnerved Jim. A fact he shared with only Peter, who had shared his thoughts...
All in all, despite being near his best friend and mother again, the sooner his contract ended and he could go home, the happier he would be.
Jim was currently heading towards the cemetery to pay a visit someone who had meant a great deal to him. His father.
When was the last time he had visited hi? He had pinpointed it to either a year or two. His mother visited frequently.
As he was walking passed by the same man who was just leaving the cemetery. It took a look a few minutes for jim to recognize the man, but he did his eyes and quickly turned around to see the man had disappeared.
"Uncle Moroki!" He called out.
When nobody answered he shook it off as something he'd the time to look into later because the person he thought he just saw was someone who was also supposed to be dead. As he continued his walk to the cemertary the man quickly peeked from the alleyway he had hidden in after recognizing Jim as his nephew.
"Jim." He said quietly to himself as he watched his nephew head to the cemetery to visit the same occupant he had just visited.
WBID
"You got a visitor." Marry announced to them on the phone early the next morning. "Get your butts down here now."
So much for sleeping in, the parents mused, although when they saw the visitors their mood did brighten slightly.
There was Hope and Peter with an older yet still beautiful woman
"UNCLE PETEY!" Riko beamed as she raced to her uncle, who was quick to lift her up and nuzzle her nose.
"H-hey there, Riko!" Peter beamed at the sight of his niece. "You been behaving yourself?"
Riko nodded happily
"Yo, Pete." Eddie waved as he worked out some cricks and teh noticed the others. "Hey Hope."
"Hey bro." Hope smiled before noticing Masane, and spying her slight limping. "Morning, Masane."
"Hey Hope." The witchblade user yawned. "What brings you guys all the way out here? And where's your friend?"
Hope and Peter suddenly became uncomfortable.
"Cyan's at a museum. As to why we're here, there's someone you need to meet. This is my mother, Sara." Hope introduced to the newcomer, just finishing her coffee adn tuning out Mr. Chou's flirting.
Sara got off her stool and gave Masane a look over...although she stopped at one spot.
"Damn, those are huge." Sara said aloud as she looked at Masane's ample bust.
"MOM!" Hope shouted in shock and disgust at her mother's blunt nature.
"What, like you didn't think it."
"There are kids here!" Eddie pointed to Riko, although inwardly he thought 'Damn right they're huge. And I love them.'
Sara tuned them out.
"So, you're my successor huh?"
Unconsciously and unknowingly, Masane moved to cover the Witchblade from the older woman's sight. Eddie alone noticed Sara had also glanced at Riko for a second, and he brought her closer to him.
Walking away from Masane, she took a deep look into Eddie's eyes.
"...Hope was right." She said, a slight smile crossing her face. "You do have his eyes...when he was actually happy."
She then looked down at Riko and an actual smile crossed her face.
"Hi there, Rihoko, was it?" She asked, reaching out her hand to shake the little girl's. "I'm Sara. Guess you might say...I'm kind of like your half-grandma?"
From behind her father's leg, Riko peeked
"Grandma?"
Sara nodded in spite of herself, and was shocked by the hug from the little girl, which she did return with a smile.
"Reminds me of you, Hope." Sara smiled before turning to Masane. She put Riko down, and motioned for the younger woman to follow her. "Walk with me. None of you follow us. This is a family thing."
For some reason, not even Eddie dared to defy her. All he could do was pray for the best.
WBID
"Show me what you can do." Sara ordered once they stopped walking 10 minutes later, on an empty beach. "I want to see how far along you are."
Masane, still not fully awake and sore from love-making, and noticing how oddly the Witchblade was acting, was taken off guard by Sara's demand.
"Um, you sure about this?"
"Without. The Witchblade." the older woman clarified as she tossed off her jacket. "Make it easier for you."
The object in question, while pulsating, wouldn't allow Masane to transform
Sara suddenly was up in Masane's face, and the younger woman was sent to the floor by a haymaker. Masane narrowly dodged a kick and raced back to her feet, only to realize that Sara was behind her.
"I'm losing my patience, Busty!"
An elbow to the back almost made Masane lose her balance again, but she managed to kcik Sara back. She would've smirked, if she didn't see the older woman stand her ground and look not even slightly winded.
"What? You thought just because I'm old I've lost my touch?" Sara asked, a very Witchblade-like smirk on her face. "I had that thing on your wrist far longer and more times that you, girl. Takes more than a kick to knock me down."
Masane's fears were now confirmed, and although she failed to notice, she slipped into a combat stance.
"Good." Sara smiled. "I do prefer my students to have a bit of training."
Masane relaxed ever so slightly.
"DOUJI's not training you very well, are they?" Sara guessed. "And that hubby of yours may have one of it's creators stuck inside him and be a credible assassin, but they're all total novices when it comes to teaching anything about the Witchblade. I can't stand another hapless host, so, after much begging, I've decided I have to train you to use it."
Masane's worries subsided a little, buts he kept her stance up. A good thing too:
"But!" Sara said as she raced towards her successor. "Don't expect me to go easy!"
She threw a downwards punch Masane was quick to deflect and throw her other arm at the other woman, who was quick to dodge.
"Rely on the blade part of your transformation too much." Sara noted, racing behind Masane and fling sand into her eyes when she caught sight of her.
She then went for the zinger:
"If you can't even handle an old woman, how will you protect that little girl of yours?"
Masane changed at those words.. Her fear vanished and the world seemed to slow...just as Sara moved towards landing a two fist punch to her stomach.
Masane stopped the fists with one palm and threw a punch on Sara, finally landing a hit...and blinking in confusion when the older woman smiled.
"Not bad." Sara smirked, honestly impressed. "But you're a wee bit stiff."
She then slammed Masane onto the ground, her smirk turning to an almost motherly one.
"And there's discord in your mind. Where I to venture a guess, you're trying to wrap your head around the Witchblade and Darkness, on top of me and Hope showing up, all while looking after that baby girl of yours."
Masane said nothing as Sara got off the younger woman and dusted herself off.
"Really, not bad. You clearly do have combat training, but I'm guessing the Quake messed up your memory." Sara smiled sweetly, handing Masane a water bottle. "Not a bad thing at all."
Masane downed the water
"This coming from the grandma who kicked my ass." She pointed out.
"Hey, I was a cop and had THAT thing stuck to me for some of the better and worst parts of my life." Sara teased. "After you see what kind of freaks come after the Witchblade, you either keep yourself as strong as possible, or die. Seriously, the NSWF and Ex-Cons? I'd have killed to just have THOSE to deal with."
The younger woman rose an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"What? You WANT to fight the literal forces of heaven, hell, limbo and immortals who don't understand that 'no' means 'no?'" Sara asked in a deadpan tone. "On top of keeping the Blade a secret, trying to live a life, working as a cop and maybe having a family while being as hot as sin? Hey, be my guest."
Masane winced.
"Sorry I asked."
"Don't be." Sara smirked again, before chuckling. "Still; if I can do this to you as an old lady? Ha! I would've CRUSHED you in my prime! No offense."
Masane grumbled and took another sip of water.
"Oh don't be like that. I like you, Masane; driven, devoted...I can see why Eddie and Riko love you so much."
Sara's mood dampened.
"But, if I had known all this crap would be happening, I don't think I'd have sold the damn thing to DOUJI...no matter how desperate I was."
Masane choked on her water
"Y-YOU SOLD IT?!" She hollered. "TO DOUJI!?"
Sara calmly cleaned out her ear
"Deserved that." The older woman mused. "But, yeah. Finally got off the Blade off me for the...I'm going to say fourth time even though I KNOW that's not the right number... a few years ago. Before you ask, I'd already tried giving to someone else before and that didn't end well. And luckily for me, this time the damn thing actually went silent for longer than usual..."
Her mood then changed
"Just as Hope got into an accident."
Masane's eyes widened as the older woman's reasons for her actions suddenly became more understandable, even without the rest of the story.
"I was desperate; no longer had the power to save her on my own and Eddie was nowhere to be found. I had almost lost her a few times already...a few times too many. So, when a multi-billion dollar corporation with seemingly genuine GOOD intentions offers you a fortune for something that's been both a blessing and curse to you on top of offering to help protect the one genuine blessing in your life?"
It was Sara that downed her water bottle's content before looking down at her feet before burying her face into her hands.
"I want to say that if I'd been in a better state of mind I'd have done more research and denied, but I'd be lying. I wanted to be rid of the thing once and for all and save my daughter: Finally have a normal life after so long, see her get married and maybe even have grand-kids to spoil and make me forget everything I went through."
A gentle, reassuring hand placed itself on the older woman's shoulder. Looking up from her feet
"Sorry for playing the 'baby girl' card earlier." Sara said, suddenly downtrodden. "Just couldn't think of anything else that could a fire under your ass fast enough."
Masane chuckled lightly in spite of it all.
"Hey, we're moms." She noted. "Mess with our babies, we can do anything, right?"
"But I do have some legit bad news." Sara sighed, making Masane tense. "If that is the extent of your ability to use the Witchblade...? You're in trouble."
Masane looked down at the Witchblade, and a deep, unyielding hatred filled her being. Not just at the idea she wasn't as up to par as she;d hoped, but that maybe Lady truly had been the one who had 'earned' the Witchblade
And Eddie had already pulled more than enough of his weight, in her opinon.
"Come on, let's go some breakfast." Sara smiled. "My treat, since you're still the newbie in all this."
"What was Eddie's father like?"
Sara paused mid-stride. Her whole form tensed and turned unreadable.
"...He..."
WBID
Outside, a slew of cars gathered around Marry's, each housing hooded individuals armed to the death.
"Let's make this work, people." The commander announced. "This is our last and best chance for a long time."
His men saluted...save for one; the only one not in armour:
A sickly man in a trench coat and in needing what appeared to be a very strange walking stick; as tall as him and seemingly pulsating with dark energy.
"The Darkness will be ours."
To be continued...
Props to GemKing for their addition to the drama of Jim's subplot. Hopefully, the next chapter will reveal what Sara told Masane and we return to action packed, over the top violence.
And hey, at least the fic now lives up to the M-rating, huh? Thoughts on the lemon?
Next chapter, we start the first original story arc of the story. Here's a hint that should make it clear to all; the Darkness 2 video-game.
I know that I promised an Omake: The First date, but while having ideas, the words just are not coming. I apologize and will try and make up for it next time. Or, if one wants, PM and feel free to write it with my full permission and blessing.
Read and Review and be safe, would ye kindly?
