Jiro stood in a huge courtyard, looking about. He had Las Noches redesigned, and built the palace in a circle around a massive courtyard, where he planned on planting a tree. The problem was, he didn't know if there was soil to help the tree grow. He hummed, knowing that if the roots could dig in deep enough, he constant energy flow from the sands would make a decent substitute. He wondered where he would find seeds or a sapling for the tree he wanted anyway. He couldn't remember if the shinobi world had Ash trees, and was pretty sure Hueco Mundo didn't. He needed to learn how to open a Garganta, but he didn't know if he could. He focused on the space in front of him, and wondered if he could will it open. He tilted his head, then laughed.
Of course he could! He used Izanagi, and tore the space in front of him asunder, opening the necessary portal. He grunted at the strain the kinjutsu put on his eye, and sighed. He walked into the portal, and froze as it closed behind him. He hadn't set an actual destination, and frowned. Walking through a dark forest like path he believed was called the Dangai, he wondered where the path would take him. He thought back to his drawings, and a few in particular caught his attention. The armored hellhound like creature, and a massive tiger dog beast, and he remembered both were drawn breathing fire. Seeing light on the other side, he sped up his footsteps, remembering he forgot his Zanpakuto back at Las Noches.
He walked through the portal, and saw a lush green land. It was expansive, and he saw odd creatures running about. He blinked. They were from his drawings! He walked forward, making sure to stay wary of any possible threats, and noticed a small group of yellow mice corralled around something. He walked over to them, and they turned and froze at the sight of Jiro. He leaned down, seeing they were corralled around a slightly smaller mouse, who coughed where he laid. He knew it was male, because it's tail was blunt, unlike the smaller, softer looking mice with hearts at the end of their tails. He looked to an older mouse.
"Can you understand me?" he asked. The blue eyed mouse nodded, his striking blue orbs portraying an ancient wisdom. Jiro nodded. "Good. Can you tell me what's wrong?" he asked. The mouse pointed to red dimples on his face, and gestured to his hands, spreading them wider and wider before unleashing a loud, explosive call of 'Pika!' Jiro tilted his head. "He's overloaded?" He mused, looking back to the sick mouse. It had electricity cackling around it. Jiro placed a finger on the mouse's belly, and the electricity flowed into Jiro. He smiled, watching the mouse blink. It looked up, smiling and chittering as it stood.
Jiro smiled to the group, bidding them farewell. He turned to see assorted insects dangling from web like silk. He smiled, walking through the small group of trees, finding a city of average proportions. He looked at a sign, frowning at the odd language. Smiling, he decided to walk into town. He hoped they at least spoke a similar language, because he didn't feel like using his eyes to read minds and translate, as his eyes would likely be odd here. He noticed a larger building that appeared to be a lab, and was awry about entering. He decided to rest under a tree, and looked about.
This place felt familiar, and he liked it. He thought to his drawings, and hummed. He inhaled deeply, then howled. Using his chakra, he manipulated the howl to sound like a hound. He looked to the town, and frowned. Windowed were barred, and doors were locked. He tilted his head, and shrugged as he stood. He heard snarls and barks, and turned in the direction of the noise. He saw many hounds running toward him, and smiled. They were black, with orange underbellies, and had sharp unretractable claws on their paws. They wore armor about their bodies, most notably in the shape of a skull round their necks. He smiled, and the large group stopped, circling him.
He looked to the leader, who he assumed was the large, heavily battle worn hound with horns that curved like a ram. The hound snarled, and Jiro wondered if he should snarl back. The hound noticed Jiro's lack of intimidation, and sat. "It appears you are not intimidated." The hound spoke. Jiro nodded. "I've never been to this world before, but I know of your kind. I would draw you in my spare time, but never saw one." He said, and the beast nodded. "Very well. We are known as Houndoom, and we are called the Dark Pokémon. People are not fond of us, as we have a horrid reputation." He said. Jiro nodded.
"What type of reputation?" he asked. The beast chuckled. "Our howls are the call of the Grim Reaper. Our flames contain toxins that prevent burns from our flames from being completely healed, and they always cause pain. They call us hellhounds, and our names given by them reflect it. Some call us Houndoom, others Hundemon, and even Demolosse. Regardless of how they saw our names, we are portrayed as dark, evil Pokémon." He said, smiling as if he enjoyed the thought.
Jiro nodded." I see. I could use dark, evil creatures." He asked. The leader frowned. "For what?" he asked. The circling Houndoom had all sat down, interested in the ninja who was by all means, an alien. Jiro laughed. "I was forced from my home by a man who was supposed to die for me and my family. I know like in a world between worlds, and have more enemies than you do bones in your bodies." He said. The Houndoom huffed. "I see. What is your world like?" he asked. Jiro sighed. "A desert in permanent night. Although, the sands constantly secret energy, so much that some of my allies don't need to eat solid food." He said. The hound laughed. "And what of solid food?" he asked.
Jiro sighed. "Maybe I could show you? If you're willing to succumb to a small illusion." He asked. The hound looked amongst his people, and nodded. Jiro used his Byakurigan, and cast an illusory pall over the town. The hounds looked about, and saw the hollows float about. The hound looked to the massive hollow known as a Gillian. Smiling, he nodded. "Yes. I believe I will bring my people with me and we will go with you." He said. Jiro blinked. "Very well. I'm Jiro Uchiha." He said, and the hound bowed his head. "My name is Garmr Rakehorn. This is my tribe, the Wargs." He said. Jiro chuckled, noticing the conveniently Nordic name of the leader and tribe.
Jiro opened another portal, this time remembering to set Las Noches as his destination, and turned to the hounds. "There are fifteen of you here. How many more are there?" he asked. The hound threw his head back, and howled a baritone note that sent a pall over the town, and Jiro heard the muffled cries of small children. Many more hounds stalked from the darkness, numbering in the hundreds. Jiro smiled, and turned when he heard a door slam. A young boy stood, growling at the hounds. Most of the hounds flung their spaded tails in the air, walking through the open portal and disregarding the boy.
He threw an odd red and white sphere, and a light flashed. The light morphed, and a large tortoise stood, brandishing cannons on it's back. The boy called for Hydro Pump, and Jiro frowned. The tortoise bent, and launched massive torrents of water from the cannons in it's shell. The hounds moved quickly, and Jiro heard a yelp. He turned to see a smaller, hornless version of the hound struck, and hit the ground yelping. Garmr growled, flame seeping from his maw. Jiro flared his nostrils, the flame having a putrid odor. The flames of the Houndoom began to mold, changing color, becoming a sickly black.
He roared, launching sickening black flame at the tortoise, wrapped in rings of white. The heat was extremely intense, and struck the tortoise, who smirked. The boy called for Hydro Cannon. By the change from pump to cannon, Jiro assumed it was an even more powerful version. The massive ball of water pushed the intense flame back, and hurtled toward the hound. Jiro frowned, watching the ball close in. The hound leapt away, and the ball hurtled at Jiro. He stuck his hand out, casting the Inhaling Maw jutsu, absorbing the attack, which caused the boy to freeze. Jiro sighed, and looked to the hound, who growled. "How about you take the kid, let me take tortoise?" he said, and the hound nodded.
The hound charged, speeding around the exhausted tortoise. Jiro moved with no want or need to kill quickly, and yawned. He opened his hand, and a small black flame sparked, and he looked to the tortoise. He threw the flame, which molded into three small Yasaka Magatama, and they struck the aquatic creature. As they were made from the Amaterasu, they enclosed the beast in flame, slowly melting it to nothing. He looked to the hound, who chased the boy about the town. Jiro liked the appearance of the hound, and clapped his hands together. He cast a Transformation Jutsu, and took the shape of the hound.
He shook his head, peeling his lips back and throwing his head about. He surged forward, wondering how much diversity the form held. The boy ran to the center of town, seeing the transformed ninja charging him. He screamed, turning and running toward a house. Jiro followed, running side by side with the old hound. The boy hit a door, banging on it, crying for help. He turned, back to the door, and screamed. The elder Houndoom's maw grew with electricity, and Jiro used a similar attack, but with flame. They bit into the boy, who screamed loud enough to scatter all of the birds in the area.
Once finished, Jiro ended the transformation. He wiped blood from his face with a water jutsu, sighing. The hound looked to the smaller pup who whined in pain. He walked over, and Jiro knelt by the pup. He looked over the creature, and noticed something odd. His legs weren't injured, but the energy flow was cut off. Jiro used the Gentle Fist, opening each and every energy point, and the pup barked when he finished. The pup stood, and jumped at the large ninja, happy to be on his feet again. The elder hound smiled, and walked through the portal.
Jiro walked through the portal with the two hounds, having a funny feeling he was being followed. He looked to the hound. "If you are a Dark creature, could you sense others?" he asked. The hound nodded. "Yes. Dark Pokémon have an innate ability to sense energy. However, Ghost Pokémon normally avoid us as we are effective against them." He said. Jiro nodded. He saw the light on the other side, and wondered how everyone took the shock of the hounds stalking through the portal. Walking through, he saw the hounds happily lounging in the cool sand of the realm, enjoying the feel of the sand, and the energy it secreted. Jiro looked to Garmr, who held the pup on his back, and sat. Jiro stood next to the hound, basking in the energy.
He looked to the hound. "You know, I have a friend who will love your name." he said, and the hound hummed. "I've noticed. If my mind is correct, Garmr was the name of a Warg, or hellhound, from human mythology. Garmr served as the head of all of the Wargs, and was the guard of Hel, the goddess of a realm known as Niflheimr." He said, and Jiro nodded. The ninja whistled, and the hounds perked their ears up. "I want you guys to appear as nonthreatening as possible! Me and Garmr are going back to find more allies." He said. The hound barked, snarling and grunting in his native tongue.
"Listen to me well, my fellow Wargs! We are now away from the life of pillaging villages and scaring children! Now, we hunt free in the huge desert of this realm, and surrender to none! I am leaving Hati and Skoll in charge in my absence. Any disobedience will be treated as an insult to my judgment, and will be punished!" he snarled out, and the hounds nodded. Two large hounds came forward, obviously brothers. One was red, and had a black belly. He wasn't arrogant about his new placement, but humble. Next to him was his brother, who was blue, with a pale orange belly. He was calm, and Jiro could tell they were different. He smiled. The two hounds sat by Jiro, who reached down and pet their surprisingly soft fur.
He cast the Izanagi, and each hound grunted low in their throat. "There we go. I used a technique called Izanagi, and warped their throats. Now, they can speak enough languages to communicate with everyone in this palace." He said, and opened another portal. The Houndoom crouched down, and the small pup hopped off, running back to the pack. The hound turned to Jiro, who hummed the wedding march as he walked through the portal with the hound.