First Breakout
Chapter 1
Ancient Battleground, British Zlarca, 1981:
The desert has been a sacred, troubling place for the old man. He remembered what happened at this place fondly. He will never forget that day when he arrived. The demon king made quick work of his men, and he was almost helpless in stopping him. However, with newfound power and a reru at his side, he managed to seal the demon away in a tomb of crystal.
But the damage had already been done. His daughter, best friend, and the greatest noble steed he could ever ask for all turned to dust in front of his eyes. The demon king made sure that he would leave the battle a broken man, and he succeeded in doing so. He was never the same man he once was. The area around him is surrounded by graves, each one having the name of those that had fallen in battle.
He's the one that erected those gravestones. His nation has long forgotten about what happened here for a reason he can't describe right now. His home country, now ruled over by an island nation overseas, has changed so much that he barely recognized it. He, himself, was seemingly forgotten as well. Very few know of him now except for the urban legend that has descended on him. It angered him that he was put on the same level as a legendary hero of an ancient polytheistic pantheon that isn't worshipped anymore.
This place, however, can give him a sense of ease, away from the chaos that is his new home and all the fighting. Here, he can reminisce of the days long gone. He looks down at a small gravestone. It's smaller than the rest and for a good reason. Who else to give a small gravestone than your daughter that was murdered by a monster?
"You were taken from this world too quickly...I'm sorry for being such a fool," the man mumbled under his hood and cloak. He slammed his fist into the earth, still angry that he never got to vanquish the demon that took his precious daughter from him. His one eye, the other covered by an eye patch, had a menacing glare to it. He was going to get revenge one day. He was going to set things right, he just had to wait.
And, possibly, that moment will come soon.
As he stands up in preparation to leave, he senses a presence to his left. He quickly turns, pulling out a sword. Instead of a person, or even a human at that matter, it was a reru. It was easily larger than a bus, but it did not terrify him. He has known this individual reru for many years since they both fought in the same wars together.
"Human...this is where you've been all this time?" the reru growled. The man sighed and cleared his throat.
"Yes. I've secluded myself since nobody knows I exist anymore," he tells the reru.
"I understand your plight, human. The gods are very weak right now compared to others. It's those...foreigners that did this, you know? They converted the populace to their side, which was already much stronger than our gods anyway," it grumbled.
"It seems so. Now, what is it that you need?" he asked, sheathing his sword.
"I need your help. It's very dire that you come with me," the reru told him. The man's eyebrow raised at the thought. What could he want?
"Does it concern the gods?" he continues.
"Well, if you consider Hahvulon to be a problem for Obsidorah, then yes." The man froze, but not in fear. He could feel the hatred of many years of wait boiling in his blood. His hand clenched into a fist.
"Count me in then. This time, there is no holding me back in killing him, you hear?" he told to the reru.
"No guarantee about that, human. We must take our leave now before something happens," it growled.
"Knew you were going to say that. However, there is someone I want to take with us," the old man stated, a smirk growing on his face.
"Who in the world would that be if nobody knows you exist anymore, Trousk? It seems illogical to think that way."
"Don't worry Vokun. His family has been connected to me since the very battle that was fought here many years ago. Considering each generation of his family was able to manipulate your crystals, I wouldn't be surprised for him to be able to continue that tradition. Now, let's get him and get on going!"
Nini, British Zlarca, an hour later:
Trousk breathed a sigh of relief. He hasn't been to this village in many years. A lot has happened since then, and he's surprised it has survived the tribulations of time. Vokun stayed outside the village in the forest, making sure that none of the humans in there could see him. The old man didn't seem too concerned. He felt at home here. But now is not the time for reminiscing. His old enemy is out there, and he wants to put an end to this right now.
The village didn't seem concerned that he walked among them wearing a cloak. It was sort of a fashion piece in that area of Zlarca. He used this to his advantage and walked right past everyone. He stumbled across an old house... an old house that belonged to him from when he was the chantbus of this town. It was converted to a sort of world heritage site, though he did not know the real reason why. He wandered the streets for a long time before stopping.
Right in front of him is a tall building. It's a fancy one, for sure, outdoing the rest of the village. He looked at the sign, which had English, which he didn't understand all too well, as well as an ancient form of the Greek language printed on it. Ancient Greek had vanished a long time ago since the invasion of the foreigners. Only a select few families even speak it, and the one he is looking for sure does. He knocks on the door, waiting for a response.
The door opens. The man steps forward, confused as to who he was. The two remained silent for a while until the man finally spoke.
"So...you mind telling me who you are?" he asks. Trousk couldn't help but smile. So clueless about his family's past, this boy is.
"You ever heard the legend of the "Ancient One?" He is said to have lived for almost 4,000 years and is connected to many families on this island?" Trousk responded with a question.
"Yeah. Everyone and their mother knows about the Ancient One. It was made into a children's story that the parents would read to their children before bed. I don't know why I should be concerned with that," he told him.
"You mind letting me inside real quick?" Trousk asked. Slowly getting frustrated, the man reluctantly agreed and let him inside. Trousk waited for him to close the door before they spoke again.
"You are confusing me, old man. Why don't you spill the beans!" the man demanded. Trousk grinned before grabbing the hood of his cloak.
"What if I told you that your family is connected..." he tore it clean off his body. The man looked shocked. The crystal arm, feathers instead of hair on the head, a missing eye covered with an eye patch. It's...no, it can't be! "...to the Ancient One?"
The man stood there, dumbfounded. He thought the story was a fairy tale, but here he was, standing right in front of him. It should've been impossible for someone like him to even exist! He took a while to grasp the thought as Trousk looked down at his crystal hand. Despite having had it for over a thousand years, it's still in top shape. He flexed his muscles, causing the crystal arm's fingers to move.
"How can I know, truly, that you are this Ancient One?" the man questioned him. Trousk looked up and, without hesitation, pointed his open palm at him, showing off a red gem at the center.
"How can I know if you are the descendant of Eumaeus?" a ball of energy gathered around his hand. The man yelped before tripping on a chair. Light shone through his chest as Trousk's arm suddenly shot up, shooting the ceiling.
"What the hell, man!? You can't just do that!" he yelled at the old man.
"...yep. You're him alright. Now, get up, for I should explain to you everything," Trousk told him. The two sat down on the couch as he began to tell the man, Telemachos, the history of him and his family. The Greek man listened intently. If he could do that, and Trousk can do what he just did, then he must be telling the truth, right?
His ancestor, Eumaeus, was once a protestor, looking for a way to get Greeks equal rights in the ancient, independent kingdom of Zlarca, two years after the nation's frantic defense against the Greek's and Mycenaean forces. He, like many others, was sucked up into the second war between the two. However, he betrayed his higher-up, surviving the battle and going on to foster the next generation of his family. His level four magora, crystal manipulation, which even he has no idea how he obtained, passed down through generation to generation, finally landing in the hands of Telemachos.
The Greek man sat there in awe as Trousk got up. The old man, once patient before, grew a look of disgust.
"Is there something wrong?" Telemachos asks him.
"Me coming to tell you all of this wasn't my only intention, young one, for I need you to fulfill your ancestor's legacy," Trousk told him. He raised an eyebrow as Trousk put his cloak back on.
"And that is...what?"
"Our enemy has escaped his tomb. Your ancestor was disappointed that he never got the chance to defeat him, same as I. But now that the demon is free, he now has that chance through you," the ex-general explained.
"What!? I'm not cut out for that!" Telemachos tells him.
"Oh, you will...since level four magoras not only pass down through people but unlock an extra magora based on the person's name, just like any old magora," Trousk replies, cracking his knuckles.
"...okay...but what would mine be!?" the Greek man said, standing up.
"Considering your name...I'm sure you were born for battle my friend." Telemachos suddenly realized what he was talking about. He mentally cursed himself for letting the old man into his home, but he wanted to make his ancestor proud. He looked inside his closet to find a bag filled with blue rocks before returning to the living room. He poured the rocks out of the bag, but before they collided with the floor, a light emerged from his chest and they began to mold together, shaping themselves into a necklace that he then put over his head.
"If I am to prove that I deserve this power...then I think I should come with you," he told Trousk, thrusting his fist into the air. The ex-general smirked before putting his hood over his head.
"Then we should be off at once!"
The two walked away from the village, heading deep into the forest. Telemachos looked back to it. He was going to miss this place for a while. He turns back around as Trousk lowers his hood, knowing that nobody would go out this far.
"So...where are we going exactly?" the Greek man asked, putting his arms behind his head.
"I wonder that myself," Trousk replied, wiping some sweat from his forehead. Telemachos stared at him, dumbfounded that, despite him hailing that they are going to find this demon and put him in his place, he doesn't even know where he is.
"Are you kidding me? Surely you must be kidding!"
"That's because I never asked him yet," Trousk told him, suddenly stopping in his tracks.
"Who is he?" Before he could say anything else, a large beast came into view. It looked down at the two with annoyance.
"Trousk, you took longer-"
"Ω Θεέ μου! Δράκων!" Telemachos screamed, cowering behind Trousk. The two looked at him with confusion before Vokun continued to speak.
"...yes...I am a dragon...I guess. Anyways, we must get a move on. I sensed some of his dark residues in a location far from here. Hop on," Vokun growled, lowering his wing. Trousk instinctively clambered onto the reru's back, propping his raptor-like tail onto his lap. Telemachos, on the other hand, shivered at the sight of the massive beast. Vokun grumbled before picking him up by the collar of his shirt and planting him behind Trousk. The Greek man yelped in surprise as Vokun took off, flying at speeds that, while Telemachos couldn't comprehend, Vokun knew that he was slow.
"How long until we get there!?" Trousk yelled from the sound of the wind. Without warning, a large vortex opened a few feet away from them. Vokun flew straight into it. After a few seconds of what looked like clouds swirling around them, they appeared right over a huge city.
"Not very long," Vokun joked. He and Trousk shared a hearty laugh as the reru descended towards a mountain. As they landed in the forest, Trousk patted himself, making sure that his cloak was still there. The two then heard a loud thud and looked down to see Telemachos on the ground, twitching from shock at what he had just gone through. Trousk got off of Vokun as the Greek man put himself back together.
"YOU COULD'VE WARNED ME WE WERE RIDING A DRAGON!" he yelled.
"Hey, ancient Greek mythology was just as weird! I mean, you have this snake lady that can turn people to stone by them just looking at her and a literal man with a horse body! It doesn't get any weirder than that!" Trousk told him, itching his neck.
"...fair enough." The three turned to look at the city. It wasn't a city Trousk recognized, but Telemachos knew right away where they are. "So he's in Tokyo? Weird place for a Greek. I was expecting Athens."
"Alright, Trousk, listen. The humans here may panic if we were to just strut in, so we will need a disguise," Vokun growled. Trousk grumbled before taking off his cloak and putting it in his backpack.
"And how do we do that, oh wise one? We can't exactly cut off our tail!" he tells him. Vokun smirked before being engulfed in a blinding light. The two humans shielded their eyes from it. When the light vanished, the two looked back and were utterly shocked by what they saw.
In place of a mighty reru, or dragon, now stood a human. The human smirked before flicking Trousk on the head.
"Ow!"
"See, told you that I had a human form!" he told him.
"Wait, this guy is the dragon!?" Telemachos yelled.
"...yes...but please refer to me as Vokun from now on, for the sake of my sanity," the now-human reru told him. Telemachos smiled weakly before Trousk looked down at his hand. He deactivated his arm, causing it to shrink back into his body. It felt weird, but he was used to it by this point.
"So how exactly do I do something like that if I'm a human?" he asked.
"Level four magoras can transform into a more convincing human form than what they look like then. Just think hard about being a human and you'll be set," Vokun explained.
"But I am human." Vokun facepalmed before putting his hand on Trousk's shoulder.
"Just...think about your non-human parts being folded up...I guess?" he said, not knowing how to explain it at this point. Trousk heeded his command and, after a few minutes of thinking, felt something off about himself. He looked down at his hand, only to see that his sharp claws have turned back into nails, the scales that went up to his elbows have turned back into human skin, and his feathers have vanished. His hair and feet have also returned to normal. The most striking change was that his raptor-like tail has vanished.
"This feels awkward as...uh, what's the word?"
"Whatever. Now that we won't be yelled at, let's get on our way," Vokun told them. Trousk, Telemachos, and Vokun soon began their trek down to the city. Trousk feels a sudden pain in his head, in the area where his eye used to be, which is now covered by his eyepatch. After many years of dealing with this, he knows that, whenever this happens, something bad might happen soon.
He stops, having heard something. Vokun and Telemachos turn to him but were silenced by the ex-general before they could speak. They stayed quiet, thinking Trousk was having a mental breakdown. However, he wasn't, for Trousk's suspicions were confirmed. The screams of what seems to be a young girl echo through the forest.
"What is a girl doing out in the forest?" Vokun growled.
"Sounds like she's being murdered...I think we should check it out," Telemachos added. The two looked back to Trousk to find that he suddenly vanished. Raptor-like footprints fled from their position, heading into the bushes.
"By the gods, he must be an idiot," the humanized reru growled. He and Telemachos ran after Trousk but instead came into a clearing. The screams drew closer, and the two hid in the shade. Trousk is nowhere to be seen. Either he left to go somewhere else or he's very good at hiding. It shouldn't be the latter since Vokun has an excellent sense of smell that rival's a bloodhound, but, at the same time, he hasn't seen him yet, and the tracks ended where they stopped. Must've gone into the trees.
They watched as a girl with black hair and tattered clothes runs frantically into the clearing, being chased by a short red creature. Vokun recognized the creature instantly, having been to Japan many times in his life.
"What is that thing!?" Telemachos asked, feeling the urge to take off his necklace to form a bow out of the crystals.
"That "thing" is an Amanojaku. They are mischievous demons that try to corrupt people. If I remember the legends correctly, I suspect this one is going to flay her skin and pretend to be human to get more victims," Vokun explained. Telemachos almost threw up but managed to hold it in.
"Wait, if that thing exists, then does the ones from Greek and Zlarcan mythology?"
"Of course they do! What makes you thin-"
"Wait, is that Trousk?" Telemachos interrupted him, pointing into the treetops. There stood Trousk in his normal form, crystal arm out and poised to strike. The look on his face told Vokun his intentions. He would try and stop the ex-general from attacking the Amanojaku, but it seems he was dead set on ending the beast right then and there. He and Telemachos stood by and watched.
The girl tripped on a rock, landing back-first against the dirt. The monster drew ever closer, and she was too late to get up by the time it reached her. Before it could strike, all of the sounds around her stopped. She removed her arms from her face, only to see that the Amanojaku. The sound of the demon was close, but it was quickly silenced, followed by the bellow of a mysterious beast.
She quickly stood up as something emerged from the dense foliage. Instead of some monster, it's...a person? She had never seen anyone like him before. He didn't look Japanese at all. Was he a tourist? Uneased by his appearance, she planned to flee, but the old man held his hand up. He began to speak a language she did not understand.
It was then that two more figures emerged. One of them, the tallest of the three, gave off an aura that terrified her to the core. He karate-chopped the older man with his hand, causing him to gag a bit. He stood back up before clearing his throat.
"What was that for!?" The man was suddenly speaking Japanese.
"I don't think a girl from Tokyo can understand Zlarcan or Greek, my friend. This time don't be so direct," the tall man told him. Zlarcan? That name sounded familiar. the old man turned to her, a worried look on his face.
"Listen, I'm not here to hurt you," he told her. He approached, but she felt uneasy around him. The experience she had with the thing chasing her made her trust for other people vanish. The old man seemed to understand this.
"Who...are you?" she mumbles out, slowly backing away.
"I am...uh..." the taller man whispered into his ear. "...Takeshi."
"Sorry for the old man. He is still new to the whole language. Yes, he is named Takeshi. I am Ryūji, and the other guy over there is named Towa," the tall person introduced him and the other two.
"Sup?" Towa says, putting his arms behind his head.
"Where-"
"That demon, did it hurt you?" Takeshi asked, moving closer. She would scramble for cover, but she slowly started to trust these three. Sure, they do look menacing, but, from the way they are behaving, she suspects they mean no harm.
"No..." the old man knew that she was hurt badly. She may not be hurt physically, but emotionally she seems to be on the breaking point.
"Where are your parents? I'll take you to them," Takeshi told her, standing back up. She didn't say anything. She hung her head low and it seemed she was close to crying. He suspected much. He grew a grin on his face as he looked back at Ryūji and Towa. Telemachos understood what he was asking and nodded. Ryūji, however, was not pleased.
"We are not bringing another person on board!" he warns Takeshi. However, he ignored him and patted her on the head.
"What's your name young one?" he asks.
"G...Ginko," she replies. She looks up at him, showing her gray eyes, which she thought Takeshi would find unusual. Instead, he smiled.
"It's rare to see that color nowadays," he says. "If you want, you can come along. I can take care of you."
Her eyes widened at the prospect. He seems genuine, and he made sure to be as gentle as possible. While she was still scared, she felt relieved. She smiled, tears coming to her eyes as she hugs him.
It's been hundreds of years since Trousk has ever been hugged like this. He has always wanted to raise a new family after what that demon did to him. However, his power prevented him from this. He knew that he would outlive those that he loved, as well as his descendants. Maybe adopting this girl could change things. He can help this girl grow big, strong and beautiful, as well as protect her from the horrors that are from his past.
Telemachos couldn't help but smile. Sure it may seem weird that she will be in the care of three men, one of which is secretly a dragon and the other a hybrid of a dinosaur and whatever the Dover Demon was, but at least this girl can stay protected.
Vokun, however, growled in disappointment. He knows that, now, she won't leave Trousk's side. She may be an obstacle to their mission! He just can't let her stay, but he also knows about Trousk's troubles. The old man has always wanted to raise a new child but was afraid that he would live past them. He cursed himself for letting Trosuk intervene in the Amanojaku's hunt for the girl. However, the deed has already been done. He will have to sit through this.
"If you two aren't busy giving each other bear hugs, we should get moving and find a base of-I mean a place to stay," he interrupted the sweet, sappy moment.
"Alright, fine." Trousk stood up, letting go of Ginko and grabbing her hand. "But where?"
"Best guess is to find an apartment or a cheap house. I don't know money all that much, do you?" Telemachos asks the other two. Trousk shakes his head. He has been alive for many years, but money is not his forte. Vokun, however, scoffs before walking off.
"I'll deal with the money. You guys just find a place that we can stay and we can get started," he grumbled. The Zlarcan and the Greek look at each other. Vokun knows how to manage money? That's...really strange. Trousk looks down at Ginko, who smiles at him.
"Alright! Let's get moving. You heard the man!" he says. The three follow after Vokun. This will be an interesting part of their lives, that's for sure. In unfamiliar territory, chasing after something that he is all too familiar with. Trousk sighs, knowing that this will be a very tough mission. But he will pull through if it means he can finally avenge the deaths of his family.
"Spertias, your reign of terror will end by my claws."
I'm done with the chapter! WOOOOO! This is the longest chapter I wrote since that one fight chapter in The Little Girl and the Ottomans! I feel so excited to have finished it. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter nonetheless. If you want to include your ideas into the story, I'm all ears (it's been a while since I asked for ideas, that's for sure).
Now, you may be wondering what this crossover has inside, more specifically, what franchises. While I made it clear through the Amanojaku that this story will feature a lot of Japanese mythology in it, this story is mainly set in a little known and strange comedy anime known as Miss Machiko (which I should learn is also a "bit" lewd). This story will be the first of its kind here, I guess :)
This story will/may bring in old or new characters or creatures from a multitude of other franchises. Some I can name off the top of my head are Black Jack, Godzilla, Gamera, Himitsu no Akko-chan, and many others. This many franchises is the reason why it's a Misc. Anime x Xover crossover.
Anyways, this is Sporedude135, signing off...