DISCALIMER: Both ideas fused together into this one piece of
fanfiction belong to their respective companies and creators.
Ranma ½ to Rumiko Takahashi and Guyver to Yoshiki Takaya, both
sponsored and sold by VIZ. I seek to make 'NO' money from
this, just the chance to express my idea and my favor for
both anime creations. Other than this words on my behalf,
enjoy the fic.

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[Alternative Universe, Ranma ½ and Guyver Fusion]


Guyver R
Family

by Jess D

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Tendo Soun is a man well known for the art he practices and the man
he studied under to learn this said art. He is known for three young
ladies, well two young ladies and one tomboy who are his daughters.
Well, one young lady, one ice queen mercenary and one tomboy, but
there is another quality that, unfortunately, his eldest inherited
from him. His oblvious nature to certain aspects of life when they
only 'hear' what they want to hear or 'see' what they want to see.

When Soun heard the name Saotome Ranma said 'was' his father, well,
Soun acted in the only way one might expect. He started to cry
floodgates of happy tears as he danced with fans in his hands.

"Oh happy days!!! My good old friend finally came through! Now the
schools can finally be joined!!!!!!"

To this, the other three people in the room reacted in their own
way. Tofu simply had a shocked look about his face as he looked at the
head of the Tendo household. He had known the man long but not to well
enough it might seem. This reaction was new to him by any standards.
Kasumi simply kept smiling with a small sweatdrop on her forehead and
whispering a simple. "oh my!"

Ranma, however, was looking at the man as if he had grown a second
head that was more demonic in nature. As the said man proceeded to
then to spit gold and turn everything into worthless fools' gold. Or
to put it short, as if the man had gone completely insane before him.
But what happened next was something the elder Tendo should not have
done, considering the life the youth had spent living.

Soun, coming out of his personal high, looked at Ranma and began to
go to him to hug him in happiness. Ranma still in shock, got the same
warning he always felt from his sixth sense. A sense his late father
spent years fine tuning for the him with good persition and success.
For when Soun got near enough, which was TOO near, Ranma reacted in
the ONLY way he knew how when he felt threatened.

Grabbing the Soun by his left wrist and elbow, he gave him a toss
that looked to be a cross between Akido and Judo. From his kneeling
position, he twisted it a certain way, so the man was caught off
balance. When that was succeed, he then proceeded to bring him over
and Soun soon found himself facing his ceiling with stars in his eyes.

"Oh my! Father!"

"What?!?"

A sheepish looking Ranma, finally realizing what he had done simply
scratched his head as he gave an ashamed look to his face. "Ah...
sorry."

* * *

As light soon started to regain itself in the eyes of slightly
pained Tendo Soun, he heard voices. His eldest daughter talking to
someone, paying closer attention, he found it to be a MALE someone.
To make matters worse, 'TWO' MALE someones.

Having had enough, the elder head of the Tendo Clan, leapt into the
air from his laying position and took a stance before the two males.
Soon after, feeling really foolish as he saw his eldest daughter and
a man he knew and trusted as though he were his own son. Dr.Ono Tofu,
who stood to his daughter, both with a sweatdrop on their foreheads.

As he looked on, a larger sweatdrop formed on his head too, so he
was about to relax his stance when he came across the other 'male' he
had heard. A young seventeen-year-old boy, dressed in a slightly torn
red Chinese shirt. Its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with a black
sash tied tightly around his waist to hold up his loose dark, blue-
black, baggy pants. His feet encased in simply black slippers and his
hair tied in a braid that seemed to go well with his look.

Though, instead of yelling and asking the identity of the stranger
or attack, he remembered what had happened moments ago. Memories of
the said young man, telling him that he was the son of dear and old
friend, Saotome Genma. But at that moment, he remembered how the boy
had said what he did, 'WAS my father...'

A look of confusion came across the elder man. [What had he met by
that?]

"Excuse me Saotome-kun, but could you tell me what you meant by
Genma, being your father in a past tense?"

Taken back by, first the fighting reacttion of the elder man, that
almost sent him on another attack, was put again by the question. [Had
he not understood what I meant by my Otousan being... ?!?] So, feeling
that his present thought was what it was, Ranma proceeded to answer
the man. "My Otousan, Tendo-san, is dead."

Soun moved back suddenly, his face darkening into a mood he had
visited only once in his life. The mood of great and intense sadness
came back to this man, as it had visited him when his wife had died.
When his Kumi-chan died of terminal cancer. Oh, so long ago. Casting
his gaze down, the man spoke.

"How did my good friend die?" An intense but small black aura
surrounding the man.

Ranma raised his left eyebrow at this turn of events, but felt he
was honor-bound to tell the man the way his father died. Though, one
look told him that it might as well be the whole truth, despite the
danger they may be put in.

The mood turning serious as Ranma was covered in his own aura of
the seriousness stared at the Tendo head. "I will tell you how it
happened Tendo-san, but..." Looking around, he saw the worried face
of Kasumi and Dr.Tofu, so he continued. "but not here. Do you have a
place we can talk... in private. To tell you would have me... show you
a secret I best wish kept unknown about me."

Soun nodded and stared outside to the dojo to which Ranma took the
hint and both walked to it.

As the two soon were gone and the door to the dojo slid closed,
they left behind two confused people. A staring and worried Kasumi
who only looked to the dojo with actual worry written on her face. Her
normal demeanor of oblivion gone from her eyes as one thught ran
through her mind. The one moment in her life she had seen her father
just as serious. [Mother...]

Tofu on the otherhand, though showing confusion on his face, had a
glint of understanding in his eyes. [Ah... so that was the reason he
is here by himself. But... should I tell him that I know about it too?
Better yet, what would he do?]

The young doctors' face soon showed his own look of worry that
matched the eldest Tendo daughter, but his for different reasons.

* * *

As the door closed, Soun turned to his frineds's son, and only
remaining heir and trace of his life. He walked over to the center of
the dojo, just enough to be out of reach from the walls, should
Nabiki have left any devices around. He was not a dumb as his middle
daughter thought of him.

Taking a samurai's position by sitting on his knees, he looked to
Ranma to do so across from him. Ranma, taking the hint quickly, went
to the opposite position of Soun.

Once seated, Soun talked. "Tell me Saotome Ranma,... how did my
old friend Saotome Genma, your father, die."

Ranma looked down for a moment as his serious nature soon
intensified and cast his gaze upward. Now facing the man, he spoke.
"It all began a year ago Tendo-san. My father and I were on our way to
a training ground called Jusenkyou, but we came across something. A
dig or expedition of some sort was happening not more than a mile west
of the training grounds, the same direction we were heading in...."


"How much longer til we get there pops?" Spoke a tired young,
sixteen-year-old Ranma as he carried a medium sized and worn, brown
leather duffel bag over his shoulders. On his back, a large
hitchhiking backpack, with gear and tent. He wore a sleeveless dark
green Chinese shirt with the sama colored pants he always wore, black.
His face was smuched with dirt and sweat as the bracers on his arms
looking a littel wear'n'torn as well.

A taller man in a dirtied white gi and blue bandana on his head,
anwsered the young man. "Not much further my boy. Just another hours'
worth of travel and we'll... eh???"

Seeing his father stop, Ranma continued to climb the present, steep
hill they were traveling on. "What's wrong with you Oyaji?," Taking a
look to where his father was gazing, he saw what genma saw. "What
the?!?!?!"

Before the two traveling martial artist was a large campsite
ranging some thrity kilometers all around a tall mountain. Groups of
heavily armed men in black t-shirts, pants and cap; carrying automatic
weapons were all around. Each in a group of eight or more, posted in
stratigic points. Far enough to protect and secure, as well as get
aid should they fall under attack.

Looking closer, Ranma saw that the said men were already pulling
three bodies in. Three young women, from the ages of fifteen to
twenty, in Chinese clothing now shot and dead. The rest of the camp
remained unfazed by the gruesome sight passing before them. The three
men, each pulling a body, stopped before a tall gajin. A man that wore
a different hat, more of a borai, who looked at the bodies and said
something to the men. The said men saluting and then continue dragging
the corpses.

All around the base of the mountain, groups of men and machinary
working away at different points of the base. People working hard as
if looking for something. On one of the bulldozers, was the sign of a
corpartion called Chronos. The same logo was emblazed on the right
peck of the soliders and workers.

"What do you think they're doing here pops?"

Genma at the moment however, was in his own little world as his
curiousity was taking over. He looked to his son and then back to the
men, he knew of the coporation that was down there. He had seen there
buildings all over Tokyo in almost every district. It was a global
business worth more yen that he would ever see in his lifetime and
then some.

So, as his mind raced, what ever such a corporation was doing all
the way out here, it had to be big. With that in mind, Genma turned to
his son.

"Ranma, I want you to stay here. I'm going down there to see what
they are up to." [As well as see if I can cash on whatever they are
looking for. Heh.] Though the normally, somewhat, honorable Saotome
Genma. Though his code of honor was more twisted and adapted then
should be.

"But pops, you saw the bodi..." Spoke a terrified Ranma, though
showing it more as a calm and serious caution. A warning to hs
father, but it was too late. Genma disappeared before his son's eyes
and was gone.


"What I later found out, by some days after my Otousan got back,
was that he had overheard some of the soliders sayig something. They
had been looking for a great weapon of some sort, a legend well in its
own right. The supposed power of some sky gods or something, at least
that was what my pops told me." Said Ranma.

Soun sat across from Ranma, listening to everything the young man
had to say.

"Anyway, after my father came back..."


Genma had begun to act strange as he had returned three days
earlier, just a few hours after leaving to see what was oing on. In
the meantime, they had camped out nearby, about half-a-mile away.
Going back some ten yards that they had traveled yesterday, for what
reason, he had not known but his father's wishes.

It was that night, however, that Ranma was to learn what his father
had intended.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Ranma was awoken harshly as
his father carried a strange silver case in his left hand. His father
simply told him to pack what was needed because they needed to get
going again. Just minutes from packing lightly his bag and backpack,
bullets began to rain on them.

Father and son soon found themselves fighting for their lives as
they weaved and twisted, zigged and zagged through the forest. On the
occassion knocking out a solider that got to close. After a week of
the said 'training,' they were safe enough, at least to Genma's mind.

As his son finally took his time to rest, Genma placed before them
the said silver suitcase and opened it. Within it, was the weirdest
thing that Ranma had ever seen. the case was filled with some sort of
grey colored stirofoam. In the center was a dark, green black looking
thing. It was somewhat round but flat as well. Not to big or small
eihter with sharp and hard corners as black coils surrounded its sides
within the its container, as it looked.

What really caught Ranma's attention was the occassional glow that
came from the middle of the thing. A silver looking sphere was at its
center and it flashed a white light from it. Shock, awe and curiousity
came to Ranma as once, so he looked to his father and spoke.

"So, Oyaji, what is this thing for?"

A near mad-looking smiling Genma looked from the 'thing' to his
son, the light that glowed making him looked even more crazed, said.
"This my boy... this is what will make you the Greatest Martial Artist
the world has ever seen. A real Man Among Men, if you I tell you."

Ranma's face soon showed to the inner fear he was having at the
moment he saw his father. It gave him a slight shiver as he had
flashbacks to a time his father had said the same thing. At the time
he tried to teach him Mao Fu, or better known as the Neko-ken.

"Ah... pops, are you ok?"

Genma with the same crazed look in his eyes leapt to his son as he
shoved the object to his son's face. "Boy, master this device so you
can become the greatest martial artist ever!"

Ranma struggling and fighitng erractically trying with all his
might, from keeping a re-occuring nightmare from happening again. He
fought with all his strength but none of his mind. "Pops, Stupid
Oyaji, don't you remember the Neko-ken, this is just like it!!!! Stop
it you old fool."

"Boy, do as I tell you and master this machine to..." The said
machine was knocked out his hands and landed a few feet away. With the
thing that was making Ranma nervous gone, the two started to fight
with their heads unclouded.

As the two men fought, it was unknown to them, that they were being
watched.

"Oyaji, stop it alright, I'm not gonna go anywhere near that damn
thing. Even if my life depended on it. I won't do it!"

An angered Genma continued to struggle with Ranma. "Boy, listen to
your father and do as I say. I'm only doing what's best for you."

"Hah, that's a laugh."

It was at that moment that fate seemed to interfere as Ranma went
for a straight haymaker strike. At the same time, Genma countering the
move by going lower and sweeping his son's legs. As they fell, Ranma
tried to twist around to land face first on the ground so to use his
free arms to spring back up. Though as he fell, Genma jumped on him
and slammed his face to the ground, directing it, right on top of the
device.

After his face drove itself into the three small spikes on the
machine, Genma got back up to see why his son was screaming in pain.
What he saw happened next, haunted him forver until the day he died.

The said machine was dissolving like acid all over the face of his
son as the coils gripped themselves around his neck. Genma tried to
help his son, but what he got in return were burn scars on his hands.
Soon, the material melted all around on Ranma and his dark blue
Chinese shirt and black pants, all the way to his slipper covered
feet. Then, all was still.

Ranma was encased in what looked like armor of some sort with
yellow and evil looking diamonds for eyes. As Genma went close to him,
the thing got up and started to atttack Genma head on. Though Genma
countered with full fury and force as his life depended that he did,
it was not enough. Genma using every thing in his arsenal to comabat
it, even the Yamsen-ken and Umisen-ken was still no match for his
'possesed' son.

The said boy, then proceeded to use his fathers' techniques after
just seeing them for a moment each. The fight soon fell onto a nearby
lake and Ranma hyper extended his elbow as he was getting ready to
deliever a death blow to his father. A wicked looking black, curved
blade sprang out of his elbow.

At that moment, Ranma caught sight of himself in the lake and
stopped. Stopping to take a real good, hard and long look at himself.
Then, he proceeded to scream as his hands went to try and pry off the
armor from his body as he paniced.


"It was then that my otousan and I figured out how the people of
the corporation were going about to make super warriors. The thing
my dad stole was some sort of magical armor or something that changed
the user drastically. His speed, strength, everything was increased
nearly fifty-fold. But the people who wanted it, didn't stop coming
after it, even if they saw me now using it and... attached to it."
Said the young man before and empassive Soun Tendo. "We also found out
that we had had a witness to the whole event that led to my change.
The said witness was an old friend of mine who helped us escape the
people after us more than once, even after seeing what happened to me."

"They chased after us for a whole year, and even with Ryoga, my
firends' help, we were still no match. They had soliders and...
monsters helping them by the hundreds. It wasn't until just two weeks
ago, as we tried to get onto a ship to leave for Japan that they
finally got us cornered. Ryoga had come across a ki-technique that we
both mastered within a week to help us. It even up the odds but it
wasn't much."

Looking down in sadness, Ranma continued. "When they fought us
there, my friend Ryoga was severly injured and I was fighitng some
thrity creatures, just barely succeeding. Seeing how hopeless we were,
Ryoga decided to help me and my fahter. As he sat there, with his
left eye missing as well as torn and bloody, he concentrated his ki
attack. The Shishi Hokodan, and unleased on half of the creatures
fighitng us. It gave me and my Otousan time, but not enough as three
creatures that survived caught up to him and ripped him to shreds."

A single tear fell out of the left eye of Tendo Soun. Going
unnoticed by Ranma, he continued.

"I felt so much rage at that moment as those.... THINGS!" His anger
and rage getting the better of him. A dark silver aura starting to
surround Ranma as he pictured the words he was saying. Replaying his
new nightmare over his mind. "I let the thing in my head take over
and my rage swell to new heights and let it all lose. I became death
to the remaining things as they tried to run away. Leaving a bloodbath
to be studied by the Hong Kong police."

The aura still surrounding the boy, but with less intensity, he
still continued. "Seeing no boats avaliable anywhere, me still
injured just two days after all that. As well as vans with the same
logo or men in suits looking for us. I decided to make a swim for
Japan at night. Though, I also met up with the man in charge of the
dig back where my father stole the artifact."

"He wouldn't let me pass and I had to fight him as he became just
like those monters, but with him, it was up-close and one on one.
Getting a good look, I got see that he was some sort of were-beast
with tough hide. A rhino's head and horn. As we fought, he gave me
some information. Like the name of the business and the name of the
thing inside of me. I never really knew how to call it, only just
letting the moment to make it come out. It was called the Guyver, and
despite a year with it inside my head, I barely knew anything about
it."

"I used all my martial arts trainig that my father trained me, and
defeated and killed my opponent." After saying this, Soun saw that
Ranma shed a tear after telling him this piece of information. The
boy had obviously not taken a life directly as a one-on-one fight.

"After that, I swam to Japan with only your address as my guide and
knowing that my mother was still here. Somewhere and I had to protect
her with my life, where I failed my friend and father. But, in order
for you to believe me Tendo-san, I will also show you."

Ranma looked at Tendo, getting up to his full height of five' ten
and looking down at the man with hard eyes. He proceeded to talk, his
voice sounding a little above a whisper. "Guyver."

The only thing a schocked faced Tendo Soun could say as he saw
what looked like something out of Nabiki's, his daughters', anime was
one thing. "Oh my!" {And you thought Kasumi got it from her mother?!?!}

^ ^ ^

Kasumi and Dr.Tofu had sat had stayed in the Tendo home, after
about four hours since Soun and Ranma had left. Within time, Kasumi
had gone back to doing her chores, while Tofu sat around still
worrying over the eldest Tendo daughter. At the moment, Kasumi was
doing the last of the laundary while Tofu sat in the living room,
thinking.

Occassionally looking from the large couch looking out through the
kitchen onto the dojo, he couldn't stop thinking. Thinking about what
he was going to do about the knowledge that he knew. [Should I tell
Ranma that I know, or keep it to myself and protect the Tendo family?
What if Ranma turns out to be more than what he seems, beyond what he
already is I mean. What should I do?]

It was at that moment that Kasumi came back in and announced her
presense. Tofu quickly looked to the woman he loved and almost went
all bonkers, had not the idea of her in danger told him to keep his
sanity. Kasumi had gone into the kitchen to prepare snacks for her
two younger sisters, since they would be home at any moment.

At that precise moment, however, a flash of light followed by the
sound of a multitude of objects impacting against each other was
heard. A sound that startled Kasumi, nearly causing her to drop the
knife she was cutting carrot sticks with. Tofu, went on the defense as
he already knew what that sound was.

But before he could run to the dojo and aid the elder Tendo and
father of Kasumi in what he believed was a fight for his life,
something happened. The front door to the house opened and in walked
the other two Tendo sisters.

"Onee-chan, we're home." Announced one Tendo Nabiki as she took of
her shoes. leaving them by the door. Just behind her and closing the
door, Akane.

As Akane stepped on through while Nabiki put her case by where she
always left, she was taken back. "Kasumi-chan, we're he... Oh Dr.Tofu,
what are you doing here?"

A groan could be heard from where Nabiki was, momentarily getting
frustrated at learning who was at their home. By her calculations he
should be still at the clinic, not at her home. Mainly because she
knew what her little sister turned into when he was here. She was
nearly as bad as he was when Kasumi was near him.

That stopped her present train of thought at the concept of both
Kasumi and Tofu in the same area. The damage that could be done set
bells off in her head as she tried to give a quick hello and excuse to
get to her room. Especially before ending up with a twisted up
bodypart.

Thinking up a good excuse, she went in and saw that the said doctor
and her eldest sister were looking at Akane and at the dojo with a
look. A look she had come to identiry as geniune and worrisome
concern. That also got her courious and when she was curious, she got
to the bottom of it.

"Excuse me, but what seems to be the problem?" Asked Nabiki.

Akane turned to her sister with a look of shock, then concern now
crossing her face as she turned back to Tofu and Kasumi. Seeing how
both looked at each other in worry, her mind and ability to jump to
comclusion went into overtime. [No... he couldn't have.... Kasumi and
he couldn't have.... gotten engaged?!?!]

Tears starting to fill her eyes, Akane was about to scream her
frustration and how the world was not fair when something happened.
Another flash of bright light soon came from the dojo, causing Akane,
and everyone else to act as they were all brought back from their
present thoughts. Nabiki curious, Akane in pain, Kasumi and Tofu
worried over what was happening in the dojo.

Tofu quickly ran out of the kitchen and to the dojo, his need to
protect the family he came to care for as his own, taking over his
better judgement. As well as of course, not fully understanding the
things happening within the said dojo.

^ ^ ^

The dojo door slide open, Tofu expecting the worse as the three
Tendo daughters were right behind him. Instead of what he and Kasumi
might've thought, they saw the same young man standing before Soun
with a sad demeanor. Akane and Nabiki's face immideately went through
different reactions of recognition at the stranger. Both knew him as
the young man who they met that morning going too school.

Akane let her anger of the pervious thought of Kasumi and Tofu
engaged and what the young man did to her that morning wash over her.
Soon her red battle aura came to life as a giant mallet appeared in
her hands and started to stalk the 'boy' in front of her.

"What are you doing here?"

Looking to her father and seeing him in tears and the position he
was in, made it look like something else. Of course in her eyes' it
meant he was doing something wrong to her family. So, the obvious
happened as Tendo Akane soon came to a conclusion and attacked.

"Leave my daddy alone you... you... you boy!!! KIYAAAA."

Attacking a Guyver enhanced person is the wrong thing to do, that
was clear in any universe. Attacking a martial artist of Saotome
Ranma's calibue is a wrong thing to do. Same principle of any universe
still applies. Combine both abilities to Saotome Ranma, now a Guyver,
and Tendo Akane was now on the recieving end of much needed justice
for ALL Saotome Ranma's out there who got beat up by her.

Before Akane knew what was happening, as she was half way to
hitting the 'boy,' he was in front of her. With a haymaker, Ranma
cut the mallet in half and then grabbed her left arm and brought her
down. Down and hard as he had her facing the ground and him twisting
her arm in a cradle with him crouched down by her, keeping her pinned.

Tendo Nabiki was about to act on defense of her sister when her
father spoke.

"That's enough Saotome-san. Please,... release my daughter." He
spoke this as a request and not a command. This really confused the
middle Tendo girl and all around at present.

Ranma did so and then looked at his hands, the shock on his face
written and read like an open book. Even Nabiki who prided herself in
being able to read anyone had no problems. Judging now, by the way he
took Akane down, he was using Akido. She may no longer practice the
art but she could tell each style but the haymaker came at a forceful
angle, like a Karate chop. He was definitely good to be able to mix
both styles so well.

Again, looking at the outcome she could see now that all it was was
a reaction to being attacked. Instinct without thought, and if his
calibur was anywhere she guessed, he must've been through a harsh
life. No one practicing the art like her little sister did, could move
the way he did. Meaning, he was a HELL OF A BETTER ARTIST than, maybe,
even her father. That tended to scare her a bit, but she kept her
feelings bottled for the moment, she would not jump to conclusions.
Like some people.

Akane was another problem all together at the moment. Her world
seemed to be crumbling all around her since the day began. First the
'boy' had gotten the better of her. Because of that, she was late to
class because Kuno was able to be a better challenge to her as she was
distracted. Her mind still relling with the 'boy' and then coming home
to find Kasumi and Tofu together. Now, she had failed to protect her
family and was beaten AGAIN by the same boy.

So, she began to cry.

Snapping out of his stupor Ranma noticed the girl he had thrown was
now crying becuase of it. He begun to panic as he always did, seeing
a girl cry was bad enough, but being responsible for MAKING her cry,
that was worse. Like most men do, he got up quickly and started using
the infamous Saotome Crouching Tiger technique. At the same time,
begging Akane for her forgivenss which brought out an unknown response
from her.

Snapping out of her emotional pit of despair, Akane saw something
that she expected of a typical boy. He was sorry he had hurt the
'fragile' 'little' 'girl' and was trying to apologize for it. That
only brought forth her anger at an ultimate peak and she did whast she
did best. The mallet was out in two seconds flat and at the end of
those two seconds, so was was Ranma.

With that done, Akane started to cry again and got up to run back
to her run as fast as she could. All Ranma could do was say but one
simple word as he laid there flat and in pain. 'Ouch.'

^ ^ ^

Fifteen miles away from the depressing scene of immaturaity, three
shadowy shadows were traveling. Through the dense forests surrounding
the outskirts of the Nerima ward, these phantoms were moving with
uncanny grace. Hopping from tree branch to tree branch while a much
larger one just brushed through the ground. It was moving at speeds
that would put a cheetah to shame; what was more impressive, was the
way it zig-zagged through the trees.

However, just as they were moving, the large rhino-like manbeast
in the bottom stopped. His two buggy sompatriots stopping with him,
one slightly confused but the other annoyed. The praying-mantis like
man spoke from atop.

"Hey Vinny, what's the hold up?"

The rhino-like beast just looked up slightly, the corner of his
right eye glaring the the bugman. Then, it spoke, its bartone voice
going an octave higher but still sounding mencing.

"He's here. The kid's nearby, I can smell his blood."

"Are you sure Vincent?" Spoke the other grasshoppers-like creature
just that stood on the same tree as the other. A branch above, no
wider than two inches, but balancing perfectly.

"Yes I am Lei. The young guyver is nearby, injured but healing
nicely. The blood may be gone due to the storm that recently hit, but
the scent is never truly gone. Its weak but it points..." The huge
beast named Vincent then begun to close his eyes as he let his senses
take over.

Extending his hand outward as he sniffed the air for any residual
smell of blood, his favorite smell, he moved. Like a person at a kids'
game during the brithday party, playing 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey,'
he moved. Then, without warning, he lung out like a hunting dog and
took off.

The two instect men soon saw their leader move and begun to pick up
the pace and catch up. As they ran, scanning the scene from up above,
in the same direction, a city district ward could be seen. Not just
any ward, but Nerima.

^ ^ ^

Some miles away, somewhere in the dark and deep outlands of
China, men in lab coats were running in panic. A metal structure
loomed over the horizon as an exposion took the north wall. Within the
confines of this place, people were running. Some were trying to save
the other tubes with their 'recruits' but others were trying to put
out the fires.

As the fires raged on even with every attempt to cool the burning
fury of the flame, it wasn't cooling anytime soon. People in white
labcoats were running around in frantic as in the distance, a group of
things were trying to put out another fire. In this case, a tall near
ten feet tall creature that moved faster than them, had more strength
and agility for something its size.

It had all started when they put a young man of sixteen, into a
said tank for an experimental creation. The said boy was very worse
for wear but still alive and kicking. Despite missing his right arm
and left eye, as well as very badly burned. Had he been left alone, he
would've healed very badly but quite healthy. This way, he would be
rehealed all the way up.

A new arm and eye grew back in its place, and after two days, the
tube had fully ingrained him the DNA. However, unforeseen, the boy
awoke and was very powerful, much more than thought possible for a
human and started to generate energy.

Thirty minutes later, the south wall exploded as a large wolf-like
man beast ran out. It stood some eight feet tall and very well
muscular with blue-green fur over its body. As it ran, his white
teeth and fangs were bared in a menacing growl as it ran out of the
falling building.

All of a sudden it stopped and turned around to look at the
structure and stood there, watching it burn. It would take hours for
it to burn fully and be destroyed, but 'he' was VERY angry. Taking a
stance ingrained into his head, he stood and cupped his hands before
him. Soon, dark green energy gathered from its anger and in rage with
depression it howled out a battle cry. For some reason sounding alot
like 'Shishi Hadoukan,' and then the large man-beast with a yellow abd
black striped bandana left. Running into the darkness with only one
thought on its presently-primitive mind.

'He-t... to... for.. Ja... Ja... Ja-pan. Find... friend.'

To be continued...

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Well, it took alot of time but after a major writer's block, I
finally got the sequal down. I don't know why, but I don't feel
inspired to continue, but I will. I like this story and I will
finish it, no matter if it takes me a hundred years!!!!!!! That
is my promise.

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Author's Note:
Send me comments, what do you think of it?