Author: Heya! Long time no see, ya'll! By the way, I did not forget my account's password by accident and had to try every password imaginable... So! Anyways, on with the show/chapter!
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{Chapter 9}
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Darkness.
This is what he saw. He was surrounded by darkness. There was no feeling nor sense in this darkness. It felt suffocating, yet somehow he felt at peace here.
It felt strange, as if he belonged here. It was warm, but for some reason it was intentionally supposed to be cold for him.
Maybe because he wasn't normal?
Was it normal for him to be comfortable in the darkness, while the others felt nothing more but danger to it?
Half of him wanted to stay here, but the other half screamed at him in agony and fear. It was weird, as if his body and mind were clashing with each other. Wanting nothing more to stay or get out of this comforting darkness.
It felt conflicting to him.
Then the darkness began to retract away from him, as if it was afraid of him. He was slightly disappointed, he felt so comfortable that he could probably fall asleep in there.
"Heh, sorry about that, but it ain't your time yet... King."
He heard a voice behind him, but before he could turn around, everything began to distort and crack, as if reality itself was breaking like weak glass around him.
Then everything turned blank once again.
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Junior was in the castle's infirmary, surrounded by his two friends and sister. They had dark expressions on their faces, seeing the young Reaper's condition.
"You three need to wipe that expression off your faces. He's stronger then this, if he isn't he would have died already." Mandy said with a stoic face, leaning on her son's door, while smoking a cigar.
When she found him, he was bleeding heavily from his head. Cause of mental damage she suppose. Good thing she was able to save him before he was roasted alive by that brown-skinned creature, or she'll loose a precious weapon.
The downside was, the creature escaped through the air vents before she could unleash Hell on it's burning ass.
Chi glared at the Queen of Grimskull Castle, but she didn't give her much more then a glance. How dare she take lightly of her darling's life! He was her son, dammit!
Minnie was holding her brother's hand tightly. It has been about two hours since Junior arrived at the infirmary, and the worst part was, the creature was still running around the castle, albeit with a grudge for her brother.
She saw the destruction the creature and her brother caused. She knew she wasn't even a match against that thing, especially that she was still too young for her kind to fight. The others can't defend him too, one still hasn't awakened their powers, and the other can only delay it as best.
The only ones who could fight the creature was her uncle, brother, or mother. But one was unconscious, the other was out on a mission given by her mistress, and the last one just refuses to help.
She didn't know what to do. She felt completely helpless, just like the Halloween Incident. But she wasn't the only one feeling helpless.
Chi was gritting her teeth in frustration, she was probably the weakest right now, being that her powers still haven't awaken. She was the daughter of Darkness, dammit! She was going to be the next ruler of a city that was famous for one being with an incredible high crime rate, and right now, how can she prove that?
Mimi had a dead look in her eyes, staring at the incapacitated Reaper on the medical bed. She wanted nothing more then to rip that creature's mute vocal cords and shove it deep inside it's brown ass.
She knew that creature wasn't after Junior's life, it was after her's. Junior was only in the creature's way. The thing was probably sent by her father to 'silence' her. If she still had her hands, she would have clenched them bloody right now.
Everyone then went silent, hearing a weak groan come from the skeleton's body.
Junior tried to move his bones, but they immediately refused to, hearing a few creaks here and there. It took almost all his willpower to even open his mismatched eyes.
He saw two interesting things. One, his mother was leaning on the door's frame, smoking in her bare undergarments. Two, his friends were looking at him funny, having wide-eyes and something shiny glistening on them.
Before he could say something, his aching body was tackled by his sister, her grip as strong as ever. He swore he could hear something crack in his spine region.
"Oh, dearest brother! I hath been afraid that you hath perished!" She exclaimed. Junior felt something wet drop on his hoodie.
"W-What happened exactly?" Said an extremely confused Reaper, while patting his sister on the back to comfort her.
"Wait, you mean you don't remember that badass fight you did with that mute freak. No offense, Mimi." Chi replied, eyeing a certain brocon taking her sweet-ass time with her soon-to-be hubby. "You were awesome, just like the time you saved me from being molested by that stalker guy."
"Chi, he was just a simple fan of yours."
"Like I said: stalker."
"O-okay then. But seriously though, what happened? The only thing I remember was... Well, um, being carried by Mimi, and that's pretty much it. Everything's just a blurry picture to me." Junior explained, ignoring his childhood friend's glare at his sister.
Did he miss something between them?
That was the cue for his mother to walk up to his bed and update him. "Hm, looks like short term memory lost, but that doesn't matter right now." She muttered to herself. "I'll keep the explanation brief: you were fighting the intruder and got your ass handed to you in a silver platter, and the guards found you after." She explained, lying a bit, wanting to see her son's reaction.
Ever since the Demon Reaper incident, Junior had become more... aggressive, if putting it lightly. Even though he acted calm and collected, she saw that he was a bit more on the edge, as if someone or something was influencing her normally cool-headed son.
As expected, she saw a dangerous glint in Junior's eyes, but only for a second until it was finally gone. "... Is that so?" Junior sighed, unconsciously putting a hand on his sister's head and then proceeded to stroke her.
Minnie, in her part, was trying not to purr in delight, while enjoying her small victory against that she-demon. A scythe-like tail unconsciously, and silently, sprouted out of her tail bone, wagging in delight.
Chi, who had eyes burning like hellfire, was trying not to tear that little brocon's tail off and shove it up somewhere where the light don't shine. "N-Now, Bit- Minnie, I think Junior needs some rest. How about we leave him be?" She gripped her darling's little sister on the shoulder, trying to drive her newly-manicured nails deep into her skin. "You know like, right now?" She failed to keep a growl out of her mouth.
Minnie, who was still enjoying her brother's touch, gave a single glance at the shoguness before continuing to enjoy herself.
Chi saw that, only for a second. She could she a glint of triumph and mockery in that single eye of that brocon, as if challenging her to try anything.
She hates challenges, especially if it includes something that she owns!
"Minnie, you and the others leave the room, now. I need to talk to your brother in private." Mandy bluntly ordered, seeing the latest migraine a mile away.
Sometimes she thinks that Junior was either incredible slow with the opposite sex, or a master manipulator in disguise.
She's betting her immortality on the former.
Minnie tried to protest, but her tail was suddenly yanked at, making her squeak in surprise. "Come on, Minnie! Let's leave my darling alone, okay? Okay!" Chi began to pull the protesting brocon away from the room, dragging the mute red-devil with them.
One of the things Chi learned during her visits, is that whenever the Queen Bitch is really bitchy, then trouble isn't far behind.
She liked her dress on her, thank you very much...! Unless it's for her darling...
After a perverted smiling Chi left the room with the other two, Mandy gave her son a deadpanned look, a look full of disbelief and minor amusement.
"... What?" Junior raised a nonexistent brow at her mother.
Mandy responded with a sigh, pulling a bottle of red wine out of her bathrobe, which is kinda amazing in Junior's opinion. "Nothing. You want a swig?" She offered her son the bottle.
Before Junior could decline, a black tentacle sprouted out of his back and took the bottle off his mother. The tentacle turned into a maw of sharp teeth, biting the entire head of the bottle, and then guzzling the contents dry.
Mandy and Junior stared at each other in silent, the latter feeling nonexistent sweat build on their forehead.
"... Ah, I can expla-" Mandy raised a hand at him, already feeling the migraine hitting her full-force.
"I know, Junior. Grim told me about your... roomate." She said, taking another bottle of wine out of her robe, uncapping it and drinking from the bottle. "As you can see, I brought that things favorite drink."
"Heh, at least the bimbo knows somethin' I like." A distorted voice came from the tentacle, now chewing on the bottle. "Now, what do yo-!" But before D could finish, the tentacle bursted into a shower of neon-green blood, the stump squirming in pain before regenerating back to normal.
"... Do not call me that." Mandy coldly demanded, a smoking desert eagle in her hand. "... Unless you want to know how many bullets would it take to turn you into fresh calamari." She added with a snark.
"Heh, as much as I want to know, I think we both know that we can't kill each other, even if we wanted to." D snarked back, taking a glance at his host. "Plus, the alcohol might be having a toll on the King's mind." He joked, noticing his host's green and red blush on his cheek bones, with a couple of sluggish and slow movements.
"Huh? This isn't my room." Junior said, terribly drunk right now.
That what happens when you share a body with an alcoholic.
Mandy raised a brow at the tentacle, lowering her gun back into her bathrobe. She was seriously going to ask how that works.
But that's secondary. She needs to know what this thing wants with her son. If what Grim has told her about him, then she needs to be incredible cautious and careful with her words, thinking of the words she needs to say.
Before she could even open her mouth, Junior raised his hand, slightly making her confuse. "Sorry, but if you're going to ask me anything, then don't try. I won't answer anything you say, even if you shoot me as many times you want, bimbo." The tentacle seemed to grin, lowering Junior's hand.
"Huh? Is someone holding my hand? Chi is that you? Please don't make me touch your chest again..." Junior commented out of the blue, hiccuping with a couple of slur mumbles.
"Plus, your eleven year old kid is drunk. Why don't you leave him be?" D asked, not waiting for an answer before making Junior's signature scythe out of his own flesh. "Oh. Also, don't tell the King's Queens where we're going, okay?" He asked with a shit-eating grin, slicing space itself to open up a pitch black portal, going through it with her son.
Mandy stared at the space at where her son dissapeared, placing her cracked bottle down on a table. She sighed in frustration and annoyence. If that thing was going to be a threat to her kingdom, then she would need a precaution measure to make sure that thing doesn't step out of line.
From what she could gather from that brief meeting, she could say that thing either answers to her son, or has a mind on it's own.
If negotiations has taught her anything. Things aren't what they seem.
"There's always plan B if this backfires on my ass." Mandy mumbled to herself, staring at the door with a stoic face.
She pulled a gun out of her robe, shooting the door's hinges off. The door falling over with a loud thud... and a couple of squeaks.
Mandy stared at the face-down occupants on the door, moaning in either pain or... pleasure?
The daughter of a being full of malice and evil. A girl that has the blood of a Demon Lord and the blood of a woman who's possibly the most powerful mortal in the surface. And a half-demon shapeshifter that has the blood of a Demon God coursing through her veins.
If she added her son, then it would sound like a really bad bar joke.
"Heh. A destroyer of the afterlife, and a possible God." She softly chuckled to herself, taking her cracked bottle to drink. Before she could put her lips on it, it broke into a million pieces, spraying the contents on her face.
Mandy growled under her breath, wiping the poisonous alcohol off her ageless face. "I'm going to kill that thing if it's the last thing I do." She silently declared to herself, ignoring the scared faces of the other female occupants of the room.
In another time in the future, a Death Incarnate felt their spine shiver in anticipation.
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Inside Grimskull's kitchen, a familiar ghost was enjoying their stay, drinking a whole bottle of booze and eating an entire table full of food. They then leaned on their chair, a stomach full of meat and alcohol in their gut.
God, how he missed boozes and food.
Before he could enjoy more of his quiet time, a black portal appeared next to the nearly empty refrigerator. The portal spitting out a short skeleton on the floor, a green and red blush on their cheeks.
Dan could smell poison and alcohol coming from the body... as well as death.
"Shit. That might have been worse. Note to self, never make portals when the King's drunk or something." Two pairs of tentacles sprouted out of the skeleton's back, enlarging to lift him up and placing them on a nearby chair near the counter.
"Huh? This isn't my room, and it isn't Chi's either. Where am I?" The skeleton asked, looking like a literal drunk on the sidewalk.
The tentacles began to grab a variety of things out of the kitchen's cabinets and fridge, mixing them all together with a blender and putting the goop into a mug.
"Aye, don't you worry about a thing. Just drink this and you'll feel better, alright?" A red eye sprouted out from one of the tentacles, staring at the drunk skeleton, as if it was talking to him.
The skeleton held the mug with both of his hands, drinking it in one go. He then began to cough the drink out, slightly complaining from it's terrible taste. But before he could continue, the young Reaper collapsed on the counter, knocking himself out cold.
He then began to snore, asleep with his earlier blush dissapearing.
"... Huh, might have added a little too much ethanol in that drink." The tentacle dryly commented, not caring about drugging it's host. It then finally notice the other occupant of the room, giving a simple, lazy wave at the ghost in a form of another tentacle. "Sup. You the douche that knocked the bimbo earlier?" It asked off-handedly, not seeing how offensive it phrased it.
Instead of being offended, Dan gave an arrogant smirk. "Whose asking? Is it that drunk kid or you with calamari for limbs?"
"Well, you can call me D or the guy that's gonna eventually fuck you up and devour your soul like a french-fry. Either one works, really." D remarked, growing a pair of maniacal lips that showed off his sadistic grin.
The arrogant ghost scoffed at the apparent threat of the tentacle, while grinning maniacally. "Heh. I'd like to see you try." He challenged, standing from his chair while empty liquor bottles fell off the table.
As if accepting his challenge, shadows began to slowly cover the entire kitchen, every object in the room distorting or bending from the sudden pressure. "... I'd rather not kill the King's sibling donor, or anyone in that matter... for now." D narrowed his single red eye at the ghost, leaking out about a fraction of his killing intent on the bastard.
Dan put up more of a fight, his smirk still present, but sweat began to accumulate on his temples. It literally felt like he had a foot in the grave, only waiting for the other one to join the other. "Y-You're lucky that I'm tired after knocking that blonde's ass over..." He responded, also leaking out his bloodlust at the thing.
But it did not succeed anything. His bloodlust already being overwhelmed by D's own.
"Good, 'cause ya ain't gonna remember shit after this..." The tentacle cryptically said, it's grin widening.
Before Dan could remark, he felt something hit him from behind, knocking him out cold.
The last thing he saw was the grinning face of a shadow behind the tentacle.
The other tentacle lifted the ghost up, flopping him on the table to make it seem he knocked himself out with alcohol. It retracted back into the unconscious Junior, only a groan of discomfort was heard by the prince before he went back to sleep.
The main tentacle, D, sprouted another tentacle to grab a bottle of alcohol from the fridge, breaking the top by smashing it on the unconscious head of the ghost, and drinking from the broken top, ignoring the sharp glass shards.
D took a glance at his host, seeing a pained expression on his face. The boy wasn't moving too much, but the shuffling was clear.
The young Reaper was having a nightmare, a bad one at that.
D chuckled to himself, eating the entire bottle after drinking the contents dry. "... Even if you're one of the bravest souls I've seen so far, you are still a child, Junior."
He just hoped his host has the gall to survive the incoming war, a war that would destroy all of reality, a war that would not only test his host's limits but also his sanity.
If only he stopped her all those years ago.
"Well, No use crying over spilt milk. I need to be strong..." He took one final glance at his host. "Especially for him..." He cracked a small smile at his host, letting his shadows dissipate into nothingness,
He hates sweet and chessy scenes, but thankfully the ghost's loud and gruff snoring instantly broke the mood.
He really wished he killed the bastard during the so-called Halloween Incident.
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Amazement and excitement.
Those were the words that could describe what Junior felt during his best friend's concert. Her moves, her voice, even her look was amazing beyond comprehension.
Whoever ends up with her, then they're incredibly lucky to have someone like his best friend.
Somehow, thinking something like that made his chest tighten.
"You were incredible, Chi!" Junior exclaimed, a wide smile on his face.
They were inside his friend's limousine, heading back to Aku's castle to celebrate Chi's success. Junior could still hear the fans' screaming, screaming his best friend's name.
He really enjoyed watching and hearing his friend's singing. His sister might have loved it as well, but unfortunately, she couldn't come along. He really hoped that his sister wasn't too disappointed about it.
It was really weird that there was only a single ticket inside their mailbox, with only his name on it.
His best friend responded with a small tint of red on her cheeks. "Heh. I am great, aren't I?" The future shoguness smirked with pride and arrogance. "But, thanks for the compliment."
Junior smiled at his friend, happy for her. He still remembered how she would always sing to him, trying to get his approval. But, no matter how good or bad her singing was, he would always be happy for her, chasing after her dreams and all.
He respected people chasing after their dreams, and he would especially help his friends with all his power.
His train of thought suddenly stopped when the limousine suddenly stopped to a halt as well, making him fall over on Chi, face first.
By reflex, he grabbed Chi's yukata by accident, pulling the girl with him down on the limo's floor. The result, they were both on the floor like a pile of dismembered limbs"
Junior tried to stand up, but he felt something in his hand, something small yet incredible soft. He raised a brow at the weird sensation. By curiosity, he gave an experimental squeeze on it.
He then felt something slap across his face, finding himself on the floor once again, his cheek stinging in pain and discomfort.
"... W-What the hell, Junior!" Chi squeaked out, covering her developing chest with both of her arms, also holding her slightly loose yukata on her. "Y... Y-You perv!" She screamed at the skeleton, her white porcelain face as red as newly spilled blood.
Before she could continue her rant, a muscular metal arm grabbed her out of the limo's window, pulling her outside with her screaming in protest.
Junior saw this and tried to grab his friend, but another metallic arm grabbed him too, pulling him by his black hoodie outside as well.
"Well, well. Not only that I caught that bastard's little brat, but I also have Death's little boy. Last time I checked, my birthday isn't today." A gruff voice laughed in joy, holding both Junior and Chi in the air by their clothes.
The man in question looked like a muscular tin-man with green fire as hair. They also wore what seems to be an attire for a huntsman.
There were dead bodies of Chi's guards surrounding them, slowly dissolving into black smoke. Their corpses having holes or slash marks all over their bodies.
"Let... Us... Go!" Chi shouted at the metal man, kicking and squirming mid-air, trying to hit the clearly bigger man holding her. "If my father finds about this, you are so dead!" She threatened.
"Oh ho, we have a feisty one here." The metal-man grinned at the princess, showing his robotic teeth. "And the part where your father finds out? I hope he finds out, seeing his daughter's dead corpse impaled on a spike in the Ghostzone." He laughed, seeing the girl's scared and horrified expression.
Oh, how he loved the scared faces of his quarries.
"Skulker, a dangerous and delusional convict in the Ghostzone. Sentenced to imprisonment after hunting and killing important officials in the underworld." Junior said, almost like reciting it, slightly surprising the ghost.
Except for one detail.
"Delusional! Watch your tone, boy! I can snap you like a dry twig!" Skulker threatened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And that's ex-convict to you! I'm a world-renowned hunter! I hunted the most dangerous beasts in the entire underworld!" He gloated, pride dripping from his very words.
Junior had a deadpanned look on him, his mouth shut straight. "... Yup, this guy is truly crazy. Ain't that right, Chi?" He asked out loud, making Chi giggle.
Skulker growled, ready to just snap the skeleton in two and be done with it. But before he could do it, they heard a bunch of heavy footsteps coming from every direction.
"... Damn it, looks like I'm gonna have to get my hands dirty." Skulker threw both of the young teens in the air, getting a scream of surprise from one of the them. He then pulled out a gun from his waist, shooting at them with a laser of ectoplasm.
Junior and Chi then found themselves inside a giant green bubble, seemingly floating in the air like space.
"Both of you better be here when I get back." The ghost scowled at the future underlords, preparing for the assault of Aku's guards.
The ghost kicked the bubble into a back alley, ignoring the cries of shock from both of his captives.
"Heh, at least they know how to scream..." The ghost commented to himself, taking a few landmines from his belt.
He threw the landmines near the street's roads and alleys, making sure there were no openings. His abdomen then opened up, showing a metal rifle inside it.
He grabbed the rifle, checking the clip and barrel for any problems, while his shoulder opened up, showing a high-tec shoulder cannon on him.
After finishing preparing, he used his strenght to tip over the entire limousine on it's side, using the long vehicle as cover. He then waited, waiting for the coming assault.
He really hoped that check was worth for all this trouble.
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Meanwhile in the back alley, Chi began to shout and punch the seemingly indestructible bubble from the inside. "Father! Demo! Anybody!" She shouted out, desperately hitting the bubble, while the other occupant of the bubble was busy doing something else.
"Junior! What the hell are you doing?!" She exclaimed, not believing on what her friend was doing. "We're stuck in a bubble while that freak is probably killing our best chances of escape, and you're doing something else!" She shouted at the skeleton, making him wince from the volume. "I thought you were a smart and responsible person, not a person who would find the time to do something completely different with our current situation!" She continued.
"Um, Chi?"
"Seriously! We need to get out of here before that weirdo comes back..."
"Chi?"
"Maybe we can pop the bubble with something sharp? Do you have a pin or anything pointy on you?"
"Chi?"
"No, a pin won't do squat to this thing. What is this thing made o-"
"Chi!" Junior grabbed his childhood friend by the shoulders, surprising her. "You need to calm down." He told her, but the young Shoguness' mind was occupied with something else.
'... I-Is... Is he t-touching me?' Chi thought to herself, feeling the young Skeleton's bony yet warm touch. It felt almost relaxing and welcoming. She had to fight back a purr in delight.
She always thought of Junior as a friend, a very close friend but a friend nonetheless. But now, now what she was feeling was incredible different.
When she first met him, she thought he would be another childish guy who wanted to get on her father's side, possibly wanting a chance of marrying her, getting a part of her father's kingdom for themselves, or on rare cases, both.
But her father made quick work on those fools, making them howl in regret for even playing with her feelings.
But Junior was different, on the way he looked at her like a person and not like a trophy to be won over. He befriended her, talked to her, played with her, even to an extent to know about her.
Even her father liked Junior even more then the other men that tried to marry her. He even went as far as trying to convince Junior to marry her, much to her dismay and embarrassment. But luckly, or unlucky depending on the person, Junior proved to be a lot... Denser to the opposite sex, not catching the subtle hints dropped by her father.
She still remembered the mixed bath incident.
Her father is either really desperate for grandchildren, or he doesn't know the meaning of the term, child marriage.
She would have sighed in embarrassment and frustration if not for her weird growing feeling inside her, specifically her abdomen region.
Chi unconsciously gripped her hands into fist, her nails almost digging in her palms. Her breath went a little rag, her cheeks feeling an incredible amount of heat on them.
What the hell is happening?!
"Chi? Chi? Are you okay?" Junior asked, snapping his fingers infront of her face.
"H-Huh? W-What?" Chi snapped out of her thoughts, glancing at the surroundings before remembering their current situation. "S-Sorry, I wasn't listening." She said, her blush only intensifying from the embarrassment.
"Heh, that's okay. I space out too when I'm scared."
"But, you're never scared."
"You should really meet my sister when I forget to watch her dance recitals." Junior chuckled to himself, scratching the back of his head.
Chi giggled, her blush already disappearing in an instant. "I think I'd rather watch you play the trumpet again." She teased, a smirk gracing her pale face.
Junior responded with a mighty blush, coughing into his fist to control his embarrassment. "I-I'd rather not." He responded. "Anyhow, we still need to get out of here. And I'm pretty sure your guard won't stand a chance against that lunatic."
A series of explosions and screams could be heard outside the bubble, a series of different lights could be seen around the back alley's corner.
If Junior was right, then their only hope is either that her father hears about this and annihilates the whole block in his rage, or they find another way out of this mess.
"Then, what's the plan, Einstein?" Chi asked. If anyone had a plan, then it was her best friend.
Even at a really young age, Junior showed remarkable intelligence, easily dwarfing any of her father's more experienced Generals in terms of strategy and unpredictability. Junior would always have this aura around him, akin to royalty and something ancient, as if the every air around him demanded respect and dominance.
It kinda made her thighs shiver a bit.
"Easy." Junior showed a small device to the Princess of Aku City. A remote, smaller then a brick, with a big red button with a skull on it. "We got this thing on us." He said with a smile.
"That!" Chi pointed at the embarrassingly small object, her eyes full of disbelief. "How in my father's name woul-!"
Before Chi could finish her rant, Junior pressed the button, a series of orange sparks began to cover the entire green bubble. Before she knew it, the bubble suddenly popped, making both of them fall on their rears.
"Ow! I should've given you a heads-up, huh?" Junior said, rubbing his aching end.
He then gave Chi a hand. "Ugh, ya think?!" She rebuked, grabbing the young Reaper's hand. "Still, why do you have that?" She pointed at the small device in his hands.
"Well, to make it short, it basically shuts force fields or anything similar, really..." He said, stashing the device back into his back pocket.
"Huh, that's really handy." Chi commented, patting the dust out of her yukata. "It's really weird that weirdo didn't check us for anything like that earlier.
"Heh, Skulker is truly a renowned hunter in his prime." Junior sarcastically remarked, shaking his head in amusement, while Chi giggled with him.
"Well, then I thank you for calling me that."
Junior and Chi widened their eyes, one out of fear while the other was from shock. Before Junior could pull out his concealed gun and turn around, he was suddenly swatted away with a muscular mechanical arm, knocking him into a wall.
"Junior!" Chi screamed before she was lifted up by their assailant. "Let me go, you damn brute!"
"Shut the hell up already." Skulker grabbed a syringe from his belt and injected the princess with it.
Chi tried to squirm from the ghost's strong grip, but dizziness and exhaustion began to take her. She felt her body get extremely heavy, even lifting her fingers were a challenge itself.
Before the World of Dreams could take her, she saw Junior, standing on his legs, the shadows around him forming something in his hands. He had his hood up, covering his entire face in darkness.
But Chi could see it, a pair of red-blood eyes, eyes that could pierce any poor soul.
And that, unconsciousness took her, but she did hear a muffled scream before that.
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Junior wasn't a person that could be angered easily. His mother always taught him about using his mind instead of letting his emotions control him. For that he learned to be patient, to use the environment to his advantage instead of going all-out brawn and no brain.
But now, now he felt something inside him burn, a burning sensation that was probably akin to anger or something worse.
The moment that bastard tried to hurt Chi, he found himself seeing the color red, excluding that ghost infront of him.
He forced himself to stand up, ignoring the excruciating pain he felt on his entire body, he even ignored his bleeding skull in favor for standing up.
"Oh! Looks like the pile of bonemeal still has some fight in him." Skulker laughed, arrogance dripping from his voice. "What? You want the bitch?" He lifted the unconscious body of Chi, emphasizing his friend. "Oh, Junior. Help me before this big and scarily sexy ghost hurts me." He did a mocked Chi voice, wanting to anger the short Reaper. "Please, Junior-kun. I can't handle his pure handso-"
"Will you shut the fuck up already." Junior cussed, interrupting the mocking ghost from his amusement. "Each word you say is practically poison to everyone's ears." His tone devoid of any emotions except for cold fury.
Even though the air around them began to slowly get colder and heavier, Skulker stayed defiant. "O-Oh, is this the part where you beat my ass and save the damsel in distress?" He mocked, trying to avoid to show any fear.
"As a matter of fact, yes." The shadows around him began to form in his open palm, turning into a long pole with a long curved end, similar to a scythe with an unstable form. "But your ass isn't the only one that's going to be beaten..."
This feeling, it was intoxicating yet... scary?
Junior shook his head, getting the fear out of his mind. He glared at the ghost asshole. Buckling his legs, he then barreled right through the ghost's personal space in seconds, surprising Skulker with the sudden speed boost.
It all happened in a matter of seconds. Junior used the scythe-like weapon in his hands to slice off Skulker's arm that was holding Chi, sparks and mechanical oil spilling from the new wound. He then caught the princess in his arms before she could fall. He finally jumped away from the ghost hunter, holding his best friend bridal-style.
To the ghost-hunter, the skeleton seemed to have vanished and reappeared infront of him, holding his hostage and one of his appendages.
Good thing this body of his isn't really his body. "You fucking brat!" Skulker pulled out one of his ectoplasm pistols and pointed it at the skeleton. "You better know a good mechanic, or I'll-!"
He was then interrupted with a spinning pitch-black scythe, embedding in the wall behind him, only missing him by a few inches. At least it was successful for shutting him up.
"Shut it, Dirt-bag." Junior growled at the ghost, his voice more distorted then before.
He wanted to tear that ghost to shreds right now, but he had bigger problems right now. He glanced at his unconscious friend, her face peaceful. It somewhat bought a smile on his lips.
But he then remembered his current situation, placing Chi on a wall in the alleyway. "Now, let's see if your mechanical vocal cords can scream like hell, shall we?" He outstretched his hand to the ghost, or more specifically, to the wall behind Skulker.
The scythe began to spaz out, completely losing it's shape. The shadows from the scythe then gathered around Junior's hand, forming once again into a scythe. Junior brandished the weapon, leaving a few streaks of shadows from it.
The area around them began to darken, the shadows devouring all light out of the alleyway until Junior and Skulker remained, the former glaring coldly at the latter's shaking form.
Without anymore exchange of words, Junior charged at the ghost hunter, his scythe-like shadow being dragged along the floor.
(Play: Skillet - "Monster")
Junior was about to release the beast clawing inside him.
The ghost's shoulders opened up, showing two shoulder cannons on them. Using his remaining arm and shoulder cannons, Skulker rained down ectoplasmic fury on the charging Reaper.
The shots were either blocked by Junior's scythe or the shadows around them blocked the bullets. Junior roared, drop kicking Skulker into the wall behind them.
Skulker crashed into a wooden table, splinters going everywhere. He tried to stand up, but a foot stomped down on his chest, preventing him from standing up. He looked up, seeing a sight that would haunt him forever.
In the place of the short skeleton child, a tall grinning shadow was looming over him, horns jutting out of their head with a scythe resting on their shoulders. "I really hope you have life insurance, 'cause..." They raised their scythe in the air, similar to a person who's playing gold. "... You gonna fuckin' need it, ya prosthetic bitch."
They then smashed the scythe's blunt side on Skulker's lower body, hitting a very sensitive part of a person.
Luckly everything is either mechanical or bio-mechanical.
Skulker, once again, smashed into another wall, stumbling into a seemingly empty room. Without any warning, he felt something grab him by the foot, pulling him upside down.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" The shadow mockingly said, its scythe once again on its shoulder. "Looks like we have a brand new punching bag here. Why don't we test it out, shall we?" The shadow pulled back its fist, preparing to give Skulker a heavy haymaker.
But before it could land a hit, the ghost-hunter used both of his functioning shoulder cannons to fire everything at the shadow. The blast was strong enough to blow off a large chunk of the building, only leaving a large trail of smoke in its wake.
The shadows around Skulker dissapeared, with the thing holding him up soon dissapearing as well. He stood on his feet, only seeing smoke from his previous attack. His eyes then glowed green, activating his thermal sight.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his face out of the smoke-screen, its dark claws digging deep into his metallic skin. Skulker saw the familiar grinning face of the shadow through the hand's cracks.
"Oh shit! Ya almost got me there." The hand then lifted him off the ground, his feet dangling and kicking. "Why don't I give ya a reward, eh?"
Before Skulker knew it, he was slammed into the ground, making a foot deep crater. His body was beyond broken, wires sparking, oil oozing from the cracks, and his body stopped responding to his command.
The shadow stomped its clawed boot into Skulker's body, the whole foot going through him without any resistance. Skulker could see it, a red-glowing sadistic smile on the shadow's face. It was easy to say that it was enjoying this.
The thing then grabbed Skulker's remaining hands, slowly and agonizingly ripping it off, making more oil splurt out of Skulker. It then began to hit Skulker with his own head, denting and smashing his head in.
It then removed its foot out of Skulker's body, instead used it to kick Skulker out a window and into another empty alleyway, making him slam into a wall.
Skulker was leaning on the wall, his body beyond broken. He had a gaping hole in his chest, both of his arms were either ripped off or sliced off, and both of his legs were busted, having been thrown multiple times into solid brick walls.
"Oi, ya still alive in there?" The shadow jumped out of the broke window, its scythe on its shoulder once again. "'Cause I ain't done with ya just yet."
(Music End)
The tall figure slowly walked up to the disabled ghost, dragging its scythe like an axe of an executioner. It then raised it up in the sky, its blade gleaming in the moon.
Skulker would have called it beautiful if it wasn't going to kill him.
"Any last words, Mr. Predator-kun?" The shadow mocked, its smile only getting bigger by the minute.
With only four words, Skulker smirked at his quarry.
"Look behind you, bitch..."
Hearing something click inside the ghost's mechanical body, the shadow quickly turned around, only to witness the building behind it to explode from the bottom. The whole thing began to crumble down on its own weight.
Seeing his distraction was a success, Skulker's pack opened up, transforming into a jet-pack. He then flew away, leaving a scowling shadow and a collapsing building behind.
The shadow scowled, seeing that its new toy escaped before it could play some more. Then it struck it, its head suddenly turning to the direction of the falling building.
"Chi!" The shadow dashed into the collapsing building, avoiding falling rubble and screaming demon occupants.
The place was actually a love-hotel now it saw inside it.
Like it cared anyway. It just needed to save its unconscious friend from being crushed fron two tons of fucking concrete. It needed to hurry, it didn't have much time before its host loses all his strength for using it.
Why in Helheim did its host think it was a good idea to leave her like that.
It saw her, still leaning on the wall where its host left her. The building was already upon them. Parts of it was about to crush her, but the shadow dashed infront of her, slicing the stone into pieces or crushing them with its bare claws.
With a great amount of speed, strength, and precision, the shadow destroyed every rock, rubble, and stone that came near him or Chi. Using all of its remaining strength to protect its host's girl.
All that remained was a pile of either pieces of stone or a few unlucky bystanders. The shadow was heavily panting, half of its face showing a familiar skull, its eyes closed and asleep. The scythe was slowly dissipating into nothingness, luckly it served its purpose.
The shadow, who was also slowly dissipating, laid beside the Shoguness of Darkness, finding sleep a lot more appealing then anything else.
Before it completely dissapeared, it took one last glance at its host's girl, her expression peaceful and happy. It kinda reminded it of someone they once cared for.
If this girl was dear to its host, then it needed to keep her safe at all cost. It remembered how its host interacted with this peculiar girl, seeing him happy and have finally found a friend outside his sister and family.
"As... long... as... that... Kid's... happy... everything will... go as... planned..." The shadow weakly raised its clawed hand to the sky, as if trying to grab the moon in its hand. "I'll... be comin'... Sis... you better... wait for me..." It grinned before it dissappeared as well, only leaving a unconscious skeleton behind.
A few minutes later, the Underlord of this realm found his daughter beside her best friend, with both of them sleeping peacefully.
Aku did not take a hundred pictures enough to fill a large scrapbook.
To say the least, Chi would never forget that day, out of embarrassment and another feeling that she can't describe. At least she got to see that damn brocon's expression when she found out.
She really wished she had a camera that time.
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"You have the gullet to say this to me! You're a hypocrite, sister!"
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Author: so... Yeah, I was kinda thinkin' of doing these stories, like Soulless Assasin and Death's Intuition, in my very own pace. In short, I'm-a gonna upload crap randomly, no patterns and release dates at all! So a chapter could take as long as a month or, if I'm bored as Helheim, take about a few days at best. So, anyhow, I hope you enjoy and adios!