Chapter 5: No Mercy
Your in trouble.
You can't fight.
Can't you get up?
Can't you win?
I'm not going to help, kid.
Your on your own, now.
NO MERCY
-Silver Child
Fujin prepared for battle in her room, pulling out her favorite weapon, shirouken. Though
guns were better in battles of death, Fujin was trained in her art and was the best in her
army rank. Of course, she WAS the only shirouken carrier, but that wasn't the point.
The point was, Rinoa was going down.
Taking off her clothes until she got to her underwear, she put on her black sports bra,
covered by her blue jacket. Then she pulled on her black pants, black combats and looked
in the mirror. Her hair flowed over the blue jacket, like silver on water. The jacket was a
little tight on her chest, the only place where she really had grown since she was twelve in
the army. She never got taller, maybe an inch. She would ask Raijin later. He was her
assisstant.
Finally, she pulled on her beloved, crystal-ice blue shirouken. It's cold, hard steel was a
little heavy on her back, but very familiar.
(Not use to it. Gotta train more, Kazeno.) (The fact that she trained about seven hours a
day, today an exception, played no role in this.)
Satisfied with the look, she pocketed Pandemona, her faithful GF, Junctioned herself,
(Yes, it's a capital 'J'. Junction is scary that way) stocked on magic and walked to the
backyard, waiting by the lake. Rinoa came outside a few minutes later, dressed in the blue
duster, black dress and black boots, her stringy-thingy piece of equipment she used as a
weapon hooked on her arm. Fujin noticed that she dressed exactly like her, only with
different shades of blue. She scowled.
Seifer and Raijin walked behind her, in his oh-so-stylish coat and black wardrobe
underneath, trusty Hyperion to his side. Raijin wore the baggy pants, the vest with no
shirt, and his big stick. (tee hee... hee hee)
"Alright, let's get this over with." Seifer said. "So it's agreed, Auras, no help from friends,
no bitches..."
"My dog is not a bitch. It's male." Rinoa protested.
"Besides, if bitches weren't included in this fight, Rinoa shouldn't be here, ya know!" Raijin
bubbled. Fujin, not Rinoa, was angry though.
"BITCH, ME. SAY ALWAYS!" she pouted.
"Sorry, ya know. We haven't been in the army for a while, ya know." Fujin shrugged. She
wasn't going to be a main bitch if Rinoa was.
"Anyway! Auras allowed, no help from friends, no DOGS, and no mercy. If the player is
not up by the count of ten, she is down and will not fight. The opponent will win." He
sighed. "Are you ready?"
"YES!" Rinoa piped. Fujin nodded.
"Okay..." Raijin brought the stick into the air, followed by Hyperion. "The time is now
seven-thirty-five pm on Monday, July 30th." They lowered their weapons. "GO! ya
know!"
Rinoa started, with her weapon thrown out, but Fujin dogded it. She was about to do it
again, but Fujin ran away. Rinoa ran on her heels and as soon as Fujin felt ready, she
turned on her heel and ran the other way, arm outstreached and shirouken in hand. It
caught Rinoa head on in the stomach (?) and she fell back. Curing herself with a potion,
Fujin threw shirouken, but it missed. Unfortunately, Rinoa spent too much time on her
hating Fujin than to remember that shirouken was, indeed, a boomerang. It sliced her back
and Fujin caught it in the air and threw it again. Rinoa dogded it, remembering that it was
going to come back. But Fujin was well aware of that.
(Only a distraction.) She cast wind, but Rinoa cast ice, causing a whirlwind of trouble.
Fujin ducked the beam of ice, and it hit a tree, causing it to crack.
(Still a distraction.) Finally, it was ready.
"CHAOS!" Rinoa screamed, seeing Pandemona wake from it's slumber. She should have
said no GFs, but it didn't come up at the time. Fujin smiled, as her wind demon-monster
appeared, her hair flapping back and forth.
"Crap!" She yelled, before it hit her and she blacked out. The two other D.C.C. members
went up to Fujin, congradulating her. Then they looked at Rinoa, unconsious, with her
legs still together.
(How does she DO that?) Seifer thought. Fujin looked, and by the way blood was gushing
out like geysers from her stomach, back, and arm, she could tell that the arm was broken,
she would have severe stomach pains for the next month and wouldn't be able to walk for
at least two weeks. The thought of having spoiled Rinoa's summer vacation was probably
one of the best feelings Fujin ever had.
That... and the thought of leaving here with Seifer, who now didn't have a girlfriend.
She crouched down to Rinoa and whispered in her ear.
"You said it yourself, Bitch. No Mercy."
Your in trouble.
You can't fight.
Can't you get up?
Can't you win?
I'm not going to help, kid.
Your on your own, now.
NO MERCY
-Silver Child
Fujin prepared for battle in her room, pulling out her favorite weapon, shirouken. Though
guns were better in battles of death, Fujin was trained in her art and was the best in her
army rank. Of course, she WAS the only shirouken carrier, but that wasn't the point.
The point was, Rinoa was going down.
Taking off her clothes until she got to her underwear, she put on her black sports bra,
covered by her blue jacket. Then she pulled on her black pants, black combats and looked
in the mirror. Her hair flowed over the blue jacket, like silver on water. The jacket was a
little tight on her chest, the only place where she really had grown since she was twelve in
the army. She never got taller, maybe an inch. She would ask Raijin later. He was her
assisstant.
Finally, she pulled on her beloved, crystal-ice blue shirouken. It's cold, hard steel was a
little heavy on her back, but very familiar.
(Not use to it. Gotta train more, Kazeno.) (The fact that she trained about seven hours a
day, today an exception, played no role in this.)
Satisfied with the look, she pocketed Pandemona, her faithful GF, Junctioned herself,
(Yes, it's a capital 'J'. Junction is scary that way) stocked on magic and walked to the
backyard, waiting by the lake. Rinoa came outside a few minutes later, dressed in the blue
duster, black dress and black boots, her stringy-thingy piece of equipment she used as a
weapon hooked on her arm. Fujin noticed that she dressed exactly like her, only with
different shades of blue. She scowled.
Seifer and Raijin walked behind her, in his oh-so-stylish coat and black wardrobe
underneath, trusty Hyperion to his side. Raijin wore the baggy pants, the vest with no
shirt, and his big stick. (tee hee... hee hee)
"Alright, let's get this over with." Seifer said. "So it's agreed, Auras, no help from friends,
no bitches..."
"My dog is not a bitch. It's male." Rinoa protested.
"Besides, if bitches weren't included in this fight, Rinoa shouldn't be here, ya know!" Raijin
bubbled. Fujin, not Rinoa, was angry though.
"BITCH, ME. SAY ALWAYS!" she pouted.
"Sorry, ya know. We haven't been in the army for a while, ya know." Fujin shrugged. She
wasn't going to be a main bitch if Rinoa was.
"Anyway! Auras allowed, no help from friends, no DOGS, and no mercy. If the player is
not up by the count of ten, she is down and will not fight. The opponent will win." He
sighed. "Are you ready?"
"YES!" Rinoa piped. Fujin nodded.
"Okay..." Raijin brought the stick into the air, followed by Hyperion. "The time is now
seven-thirty-five pm on Monday, July 30th." They lowered their weapons. "GO! ya
know!"
Rinoa started, with her weapon thrown out, but Fujin dogded it. She was about to do it
again, but Fujin ran away. Rinoa ran on her heels and as soon as Fujin felt ready, she
turned on her heel and ran the other way, arm outstreached and shirouken in hand. It
caught Rinoa head on in the stomach (?) and she fell back. Curing herself with a potion,
Fujin threw shirouken, but it missed. Unfortunately, Rinoa spent too much time on her
hating Fujin than to remember that shirouken was, indeed, a boomerang. It sliced her back
and Fujin caught it in the air and threw it again. Rinoa dogded it, remembering that it was
going to come back. But Fujin was well aware of that.
(Only a distraction.) She cast wind, but Rinoa cast ice, causing a whirlwind of trouble.
Fujin ducked the beam of ice, and it hit a tree, causing it to crack.
(Still a distraction.) Finally, it was ready.
"CHAOS!" Rinoa screamed, seeing Pandemona wake from it's slumber. She should have
said no GFs, but it didn't come up at the time. Fujin smiled, as her wind demon-monster
appeared, her hair flapping back and forth.
"Crap!" She yelled, before it hit her and she blacked out. The two other D.C.C. members
went up to Fujin, congradulating her. Then they looked at Rinoa, unconsious, with her
legs still together.
(How does she DO that?) Seifer thought. Fujin looked, and by the way blood was gushing
out like geysers from her stomach, back, and arm, she could tell that the arm was broken,
she would have severe stomach pains for the next month and wouldn't be able to walk for
at least two weeks. The thought of having spoiled Rinoa's summer vacation was probably
one of the best feelings Fujin ever had.
That... and the thought of leaving here with Seifer, who now didn't have a girlfriend.
She crouched down to Rinoa and whispered in her ear.
"You said it yourself, Bitch. No Mercy."