Terms of Life, Terms of Death
An Oni Fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 11: Combat, answers, and research
*Words here*- Thoughts
+Words Here+ - electronics (Radio, T.V., etc.)
# # # - Flashback
* * * - Scene Change
* # * - Character change(same scene, different character)
)Words here( - Spooky voice(Spirit, telepathic comm., etc)
*Authors Note- I currently have mild writers block, so I apolgise in advance if this chapter isn't up to normal standards(Read: A piece of crap. Also, if you have any idea of what I'm planning to do with the three kids I never planned to show up in this, please E-mail me to tell me about it. With that said, on with the fic!
*Warning- This Chapter will contain some prettly nasty stuff in the way of blood, guts, and other violence. It has an R rating on it's own, but I don't want to switch The entire rating for just this.
I took long enough, didn't I? Well, enjoy!
*Konoko!* Muro jumped from his chair, running from the door, already following the visual directions in his head. When Konoko had called out mentally, it had showed her path from her eyes, he could see exactly where she had gone. It had not, however, shown what had happened to her. He left the scientist he had been "conversing" with tied to his chair, squirming and unable to reach anything to help himself. Muro raced to the point where Konoko had split with him, then followed the path, weapon ready. Racing down the hallways, he began to lose himself to the other side of himself, the killer, the berseker. The part of him he tried to forget, the part that had kept him alive during his youger years. It was his personal demon, a monster, it killed for the sake of killing, enjoyed the suffering of all, including himself. It began to take over him, controling his actions, having him preform brutal acts. He began mutaling the guards that tried to stop him. A slash here, swipe there, each guard dispatched before any could raise their guns, only halfs and parts remaining. The corridors soon became a total bloodbath, over 100 guards losing their arms, legs, and lives, their blood sometimes coating the floor, walls, and even roof. Muro never noticed the blood, even after he had coating himself in it, looking like a blood spector, come to claim as many lives as he could. Scientists weren't spared either, one walked into the hallway to be faced by Muro, he had simply raised his arms in alarm, and Muro had cut him in two as he ran by, guts spilling onto the floor. Even after he had givin up his quest for total power, the berseker part of Muro still lived, craving blood and violence, never having any remorse for all the blood he spilled, indifferent to the amount that stained his hands, forsaking him to whatever hell existed. The other part of him didn't seem to care as well, as long as he saved his sister, he would gladly join the devil in hell. Running through the tunnels, he finally let the berkeker out, letting his mind turn off to the outside world of blood.
* # * # *
Buttagiri jogged through the tunnels, making sure that he didn't lose any of his group. They all showed inceased endurance and speed due to the Chrylasis and some form of martial arts, but none of them stood a chance of keeping up with Buttagiri, and he'd rather not have them sick or scared from his speed if he carried them. He was also heading towards Konoko, but without the muderous bloodlust of his partner. He began to speed up, being a full 20 steps ahead of his young companians. Thus he turned the corner before them, and was the first to be confronted by the handiwork of Muro. Buttagiri's knees became a little weak, he had seen many fights and many dead bodies, but he had never seen anything quite this savage. There was some identifial body parts lay strown across the hallway, but mostly everything was just chunks of flesh, blood, and gore, looking as if the hallway was the gateway to hell. Some of the blood had started to blacken, having had the chance to start drying. There was a faint rotting smell, but not enough to sicken people.
"Dear Christ." Buttagiri held a hand up to tell the three teens to stop where they were. They listened, waiting steps from the hallway. Buttagiri walked back to them, still feeling sick inside.
"Ok, we're going to want to blindfold you when we go through the next hallway. I'll carry you so you won't get lost of trip and fall. Sound good?"
The smaller boy and girl nodded, they still feared most adults and listened to their orders. The bigger boy, who had called himself Aaron, walked foward defiantly.
"Some blood won't scare m..." He turned the corner, an his eyes got wide and his jaw went slack. He stood there for a moment, looking totally shocked, then fell to is hands and knees, retching onto the already blood stained floors. He finally stood, staggering back over to Buttagiri. He nodded at Buttagiri, he would also be blindfolded. Buttagiri pulled out three silk scarves, each dyed a primery color, red, blue, and yellow. He put the scarves over the three teen's eyes, then lifited them up, a boy sitting on each shoulder, the girl riding piggyback. He toted them effortlessly, he didn't even seem to notice the 200+ pounds he carried. He turned the corner again, and resisted the urge to vomit, then begin to walk foward. It was easier in some parts than others, sometimes he could tune out the blood, but sometimes his feet would get caught on the body parts and organs, and he felt like adding his own organs to the mix. The weight started to get to him, and his young compainens began to show signs of fatique and cramps from how they were arranged. Buttagiri began to look for a door, checking the side paths. He went through several rooms, most in the same shape as the hallways outside, some to small to suit his purpose, before he finally found the perfect room. It looked to be a small messhall, or a large breakroom. Either way, it contained places to sit, even couches to lay if they wanted, and food despensers, a bonus since he hadn't eaten in about a day and he was sure his small group were also hungry. He closed the door and made sure to lock it, he didn't want a lost guard spared in the carnage to come in the room and decide to shoot first and ask questions later. He let the teen's down one by one, taking off their blindfolds.
"We'll rest here for awhile. Eat something and take a quick nap if you want." Buttagiri put actions to words, laying down on one of the coaches, promptly falling asleep.
* * * * *
He stood in darkness, waiting for something. The area around him was calm, but farther out, it became a pool of swriling chaos, hatred, and violence. The ground became red, stained with blood by him and others. Demons of shadow, agents of chaos, marched around his circle of calm, the eye of the storm, seeking a way inside. The demons carried bodies, hundreds of bodies, each showing their victmes of this current conflect. He knew some of the faces, didn't know others, but gasped at the next group. Carried like the others, the next group included some faces he never thought he'd see...
* * * * *
"Wake up! Wake up!" Aaron shook Buttagiri by the shoulders, trying with all his might to wake him up. Buttagiri put a hand up to Aaron, showing he was now awake. Blinking away sleep, streching quickly, Buttagiri looked at Aaron, then heard the noise. Banging. Someone was banging on the door, trying to get in. What reamined of fatique drained from Buttagiri, he was fuly awake, alert for any threat. He walked over to the door, noticing the young boy and girl hiding behind vending machines. Staning n front of the door, Buttagiri focused on the other side, feeling the person, checking who they were.
*Not Konoko or Muro. Not a guard. A scientist? I don't feel him carring a weapon, but I have been wrong about that before. I'll open the door, let him in, he must be out of his mind with fright.*
Buttagiri opened the door, blocking the view of the inside with his body. A scientist was indeed on the other side, though he proved Buttagiri wrong on one point, he carried a pistol. Suprised by the sudden appearence Buttagiri made, already paranoid by the state of the hallway, the scientist shot first, putting several bullits in Buttagiri's ribcage. Buttagiri clutched his chest, suprise written clearly on his face. Buttagiri felt around his body, having never had the chance to see what being shot felt like. He had always been to busy before.
*It hurts, but not as much as seemed before. Of course, I took at shot to the head last time. No real damage, or at least damage that will last. I can feel it healing around the bullit, can probily almost watch. It's quite a feeling.*
Buttagiri's look of conplation, and lack of falling down and dying, unnerved the scientist even more, sending him into a panic. He tried to force himself by Buttagiri, seeking the safty of the room, but Buttagiri would let him past, not sure if he'd shoot the childern as well. Grabbing the gun, Buttagiri led the scientist in the room, arm firmly planted on his shoulder. He sat him down on one of the coaches, looking into his eyes, trying to identify his intent.
*He shot me in suprise. He was scared for his life, that's it.* Somethign bothered Buttagiri for a second, somethign he hit on a moment later.
*The blood, carnage outside sidn't bother him at all. He admired it, admired the kind of...weapon needed to do that. He knows a person did it, but still considers them a weapon. He is the prime reason people end up like Konoko, Muro, and these childern. I have to watch him.*
The man began to squirm, uneasy od Buttagiri's glare. He built up his courage, then gave a stare almost intense as Buttagiri's.
"Who are you? I don't remember you're face. Idenify yourself." The scientist, now feeling in control, examened his surrondings, then noticed the childern, still hiding behind one of the machines.
"You have the childern! I wasn't sure they would make it through this. You can turn them over to me now, I'll make sure they make it to the lab." He started foward, intent on capturing his former lab rats, but Buttagiri's arm held him back. The scientist stared back at him, rage and insult in his eyes.
"You will let me go this instant!"
"The kids come with me."
"They can't, you have no idea what they have, the power they possess, what they are capable of doing!"
"I think I know full well what you did to them. Better than you."
"You have no idea what you're talking about!" The scientist was fuming, he couldn't believe this man had the nerve to claim to know more than him, after he had spent almost his entire life studing.
"Do I?" Buttagiri began to let his power go, allowing it to flow to his skin, around his entire presense. He began to glow yellow, pure power coursing across his body, jumping off his skin like lighting. As more power was let loose, the energy began to flow farther and farther from his body, soon forming an aura of power that protected him from attack. He stood, eyes glowing yellow, even his voice becomming more powerful.
"You claim I can no nothing of what they have. I know more than you ever will, because I have it as well. I HOLD THE SAME POWER AS THEY DO!"
Buttagiri's last sentence literly knocked the scientist backwards, who held his stomach, breathing heavily. He looked at Buttagiri, rage in his eyes. He had never been this insulted in his life, and he would not tolerate it. He pulled the weapon hidden in his sleeve, grasping it in a practiced manner. The pistol read his fingerprints, then unlocked, forming a small, but powerful, plasma pistol. He aimed with both hands, centering on Buttagiri's body, and pulled the trigger. The room filled with light and sound as he high pitched whine of plasma contacting with plasma echoced, the shockwave knocking over chairs. The scientist waited, a smile on his cruel face. He wanted to see what his weapon did to the man, see how much destruction he had caused. His eyes finally came back into focus, and the scientist viewing the carnage in front of him. Or lack of carnage. Buttagiri had never moved, still glowing with his protective aura. He locked eyes with the scientist, and narrowed his eyes. The scientist seemed to overload on the failure of his attack, and began screaming.
"How could you suvrive? I killed you! You should be dead! DEAD!" The scientists mind cracked, fragile from all the stress put on it for so many years.
"DEAD! DEAD! Death, destruction, we all end up DEAD! Hahahahaha!" His eyes were wide, he just stood there, his face gape. Buttagiri shook his head, sorry for the man.
'He is beyond help. I just wonder what caused his mind to crack.'
He collected the teens, blindfolded them, then carried them out side. The scientist could still be heard screaming.
* * * * *
Muro stod in front of the door, breathing heavily. He couldn't remember what he had done, but he didn't care. He concentrated on the task ahead, mainly getting through the door. It was solid neo-steel, nearly 4 feet in thickness. Muro knew from the sound his sword made on it, he seemed to know how to tell. His sword had only put dents and small cuts in it, the door was to thick to get it opened.
'All my power, for nothing. I can't get past this door, can't get inside, where Konoko needs help. I can't save her, I can't protect her.' Muro's energy coursed and sparked, but began to fade as Muro gave up hope.
'I can't save her, she'll die. I can't save her. I can't do it. All my power, the death I've caused, the destruction I've created, only to save her. and a large piece of metal is all that stops me, and I can't pass it. I have nothing left. My power is for nothing.' His energy was almost completly gone, and his sword began to fade. Then something snapped.
"I WILL SAVE HER!!!" All his power returned, bring more with it. Even his broadsword began to glow, he now held power beyond anything seen on Earth. And he was going to use it.
"I WILL!!!"He's oissed He swung, his arc diagional across the door. The metal whined and sparked, screaming as Muro cut through it. The entire area became red, Muro pushing with all his strength against the door. He was finally done, leaving not a clean cut, but a jagged slice, large enough for him to walk through easy. He had a full view of the inside, where a large robot stood over a body, guns armed. Muro saw the purple hair, and knew it was Konoko, He rushed in, jumping to attack. He sliced the guns clean from the attacking robot. He landed between the robot and Konoko, still flowing with an indescrible power.
"Leave. Now." Muro stared down the walking death weapon, feeling no fear. For some reason, he felt he should tell it to leave, like he knew it would listen. The robot watched them both, assesing and calculating the situtation. It finally began to turn towards the door, suprising Muro with a response.
"I'll leave for now, but we will fight again. I wish I didn't have to." The voice rung a bell with Muro, though he didn't know from where. Then Konoko, half dead, mumbled something
"Sh-Shinatama, no." Muro looked at her, than back at the robot disappearing through the large door.
*She lived through that? They're using her as a weapon against Konoko, and I'm partly to blame.* Muro remembered when he had fried Shinatama with elecricty, partly for the twisted enjoyment he used to get from that, and also to attract Konoko there. He'd left her, destroyed, for Konoko to find. He later learned they had self-destructed the SLD, and had never cared.
*But Griffin is doing something much worse than I did, forcing them to fight each other. He will pay, soon.*
Muro looked at his hands, expecting the blood to be there, but it was not, his entire body was clean.
*My aura burned it off completly. Too bad it's not that easy to forgot it. I'm sorry, Konoko, I remain the muderer you thought I had left behind. I may soon be able to, but not now. Not while we fight Griffin.*
Muro is fwtting really angsty, isn't he? Well, I'd thought I' at a sublimial message into my story, just for fun. Chipp Zanuff is the greatest GGX character in any fighting EVER!
A noise caused Muro to look over at the mak shift door he had created, Buttagiri stood there, three teenagers on his sholders and back. Buttagiri gave him a mornful look, he knew Muro had done it, but forgave him for it. The teenangers were set down, and Konoko was laid flat, Buttagiri checking her for any serious wounds the Chrylasis hadn't healed.
Something hit Muro, and he turned back towards his makeshift door. "I'm going back. I have to get something."
As he left, Buttagiri had to wonder what that something was.
Can you guess?
End Chapter 11
*Authors Note- Well, I took forever writing this, and I have no real excuse other than school, which shouldn't have impeaded this chapters release by this much. Other than that, I should hopefully have my other stories updated. I'm starting to write again, so this should be updated fairly soon.
An Oni Fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 11: Combat, answers, and research
*Words here*- Thoughts
+Words Here+ - electronics (Radio, T.V., etc.)
# # # - Flashback
* * * - Scene Change
* # * - Character change(same scene, different character)
)Words here( - Spooky voice(Spirit, telepathic comm., etc)
*Authors Note- I currently have mild writers block, so I apolgise in advance if this chapter isn't up to normal standards(Read: A piece of crap. Also, if you have any idea of what I'm planning to do with the three kids I never planned to show up in this, please E-mail me to tell me about it. With that said, on with the fic!
*Warning- This Chapter will contain some prettly nasty stuff in the way of blood, guts, and other violence. It has an R rating on it's own, but I don't want to switch The entire rating for just this.
I took long enough, didn't I? Well, enjoy!
*Konoko!* Muro jumped from his chair, running from the door, already following the visual directions in his head. When Konoko had called out mentally, it had showed her path from her eyes, he could see exactly where she had gone. It had not, however, shown what had happened to her. He left the scientist he had been "conversing" with tied to his chair, squirming and unable to reach anything to help himself. Muro raced to the point where Konoko had split with him, then followed the path, weapon ready. Racing down the hallways, he began to lose himself to the other side of himself, the killer, the berseker. The part of him he tried to forget, the part that had kept him alive during his youger years. It was his personal demon, a monster, it killed for the sake of killing, enjoyed the suffering of all, including himself. It began to take over him, controling his actions, having him preform brutal acts. He began mutaling the guards that tried to stop him. A slash here, swipe there, each guard dispatched before any could raise their guns, only halfs and parts remaining. The corridors soon became a total bloodbath, over 100 guards losing their arms, legs, and lives, their blood sometimes coating the floor, walls, and even roof. Muro never noticed the blood, even after he had coating himself in it, looking like a blood spector, come to claim as many lives as he could. Scientists weren't spared either, one walked into the hallway to be faced by Muro, he had simply raised his arms in alarm, and Muro had cut him in two as he ran by, guts spilling onto the floor. Even after he had givin up his quest for total power, the berseker part of Muro still lived, craving blood and violence, never having any remorse for all the blood he spilled, indifferent to the amount that stained his hands, forsaking him to whatever hell existed. The other part of him didn't seem to care as well, as long as he saved his sister, he would gladly join the devil in hell. Running through the tunnels, he finally let the berkeker out, letting his mind turn off to the outside world of blood.
* # * # *
Buttagiri jogged through the tunnels, making sure that he didn't lose any of his group. They all showed inceased endurance and speed due to the Chrylasis and some form of martial arts, but none of them stood a chance of keeping up with Buttagiri, and he'd rather not have them sick or scared from his speed if he carried them. He was also heading towards Konoko, but without the muderous bloodlust of his partner. He began to speed up, being a full 20 steps ahead of his young companians. Thus he turned the corner before them, and was the first to be confronted by the handiwork of Muro. Buttagiri's knees became a little weak, he had seen many fights and many dead bodies, but he had never seen anything quite this savage. There was some identifial body parts lay strown across the hallway, but mostly everything was just chunks of flesh, blood, and gore, looking as if the hallway was the gateway to hell. Some of the blood had started to blacken, having had the chance to start drying. There was a faint rotting smell, but not enough to sicken people.
"Dear Christ." Buttagiri held a hand up to tell the three teens to stop where they were. They listened, waiting steps from the hallway. Buttagiri walked back to them, still feeling sick inside.
"Ok, we're going to want to blindfold you when we go through the next hallway. I'll carry you so you won't get lost of trip and fall. Sound good?"
The smaller boy and girl nodded, they still feared most adults and listened to their orders. The bigger boy, who had called himself Aaron, walked foward defiantly.
"Some blood won't scare m..." He turned the corner, an his eyes got wide and his jaw went slack. He stood there for a moment, looking totally shocked, then fell to is hands and knees, retching onto the already blood stained floors. He finally stood, staggering back over to Buttagiri. He nodded at Buttagiri, he would also be blindfolded. Buttagiri pulled out three silk scarves, each dyed a primery color, red, blue, and yellow. He put the scarves over the three teen's eyes, then lifited them up, a boy sitting on each shoulder, the girl riding piggyback. He toted them effortlessly, he didn't even seem to notice the 200+ pounds he carried. He turned the corner again, and resisted the urge to vomit, then begin to walk foward. It was easier in some parts than others, sometimes he could tune out the blood, but sometimes his feet would get caught on the body parts and organs, and he felt like adding his own organs to the mix. The weight started to get to him, and his young compainens began to show signs of fatique and cramps from how they were arranged. Buttagiri began to look for a door, checking the side paths. He went through several rooms, most in the same shape as the hallways outside, some to small to suit his purpose, before he finally found the perfect room. It looked to be a small messhall, or a large breakroom. Either way, it contained places to sit, even couches to lay if they wanted, and food despensers, a bonus since he hadn't eaten in about a day and he was sure his small group were also hungry. He closed the door and made sure to lock it, he didn't want a lost guard spared in the carnage to come in the room and decide to shoot first and ask questions later. He let the teen's down one by one, taking off their blindfolds.
"We'll rest here for awhile. Eat something and take a quick nap if you want." Buttagiri put actions to words, laying down on one of the coaches, promptly falling asleep.
* * * * *
He stood in darkness, waiting for something. The area around him was calm, but farther out, it became a pool of swriling chaos, hatred, and violence. The ground became red, stained with blood by him and others. Demons of shadow, agents of chaos, marched around his circle of calm, the eye of the storm, seeking a way inside. The demons carried bodies, hundreds of bodies, each showing their victmes of this current conflect. He knew some of the faces, didn't know others, but gasped at the next group. Carried like the others, the next group included some faces he never thought he'd see...
* * * * *
"Wake up! Wake up!" Aaron shook Buttagiri by the shoulders, trying with all his might to wake him up. Buttagiri put a hand up to Aaron, showing he was now awake. Blinking away sleep, streching quickly, Buttagiri looked at Aaron, then heard the noise. Banging. Someone was banging on the door, trying to get in. What reamined of fatique drained from Buttagiri, he was fuly awake, alert for any threat. He walked over to the door, noticing the young boy and girl hiding behind vending machines. Staning n front of the door, Buttagiri focused on the other side, feeling the person, checking who they were.
*Not Konoko or Muro. Not a guard. A scientist? I don't feel him carring a weapon, but I have been wrong about that before. I'll open the door, let him in, he must be out of his mind with fright.*
Buttagiri opened the door, blocking the view of the inside with his body. A scientist was indeed on the other side, though he proved Buttagiri wrong on one point, he carried a pistol. Suprised by the sudden appearence Buttagiri made, already paranoid by the state of the hallway, the scientist shot first, putting several bullits in Buttagiri's ribcage. Buttagiri clutched his chest, suprise written clearly on his face. Buttagiri felt around his body, having never had the chance to see what being shot felt like. He had always been to busy before.
*It hurts, but not as much as seemed before. Of course, I took at shot to the head last time. No real damage, or at least damage that will last. I can feel it healing around the bullit, can probily almost watch. It's quite a feeling.*
Buttagiri's look of conplation, and lack of falling down and dying, unnerved the scientist even more, sending him into a panic. He tried to force himself by Buttagiri, seeking the safty of the room, but Buttagiri would let him past, not sure if he'd shoot the childern as well. Grabbing the gun, Buttagiri led the scientist in the room, arm firmly planted on his shoulder. He sat him down on one of the coaches, looking into his eyes, trying to identify his intent.
*He shot me in suprise. He was scared for his life, that's it.* Somethign bothered Buttagiri for a second, somethign he hit on a moment later.
*The blood, carnage outside sidn't bother him at all. He admired it, admired the kind of...weapon needed to do that. He knows a person did it, but still considers them a weapon. He is the prime reason people end up like Konoko, Muro, and these childern. I have to watch him.*
The man began to squirm, uneasy od Buttagiri's glare. He built up his courage, then gave a stare almost intense as Buttagiri's.
"Who are you? I don't remember you're face. Idenify yourself." The scientist, now feeling in control, examened his surrondings, then noticed the childern, still hiding behind one of the machines.
"You have the childern! I wasn't sure they would make it through this. You can turn them over to me now, I'll make sure they make it to the lab." He started foward, intent on capturing his former lab rats, but Buttagiri's arm held him back. The scientist stared back at him, rage and insult in his eyes.
"You will let me go this instant!"
"The kids come with me."
"They can't, you have no idea what they have, the power they possess, what they are capable of doing!"
"I think I know full well what you did to them. Better than you."
"You have no idea what you're talking about!" The scientist was fuming, he couldn't believe this man had the nerve to claim to know more than him, after he had spent almost his entire life studing.
"Do I?" Buttagiri began to let his power go, allowing it to flow to his skin, around his entire presense. He began to glow yellow, pure power coursing across his body, jumping off his skin like lighting. As more power was let loose, the energy began to flow farther and farther from his body, soon forming an aura of power that protected him from attack. He stood, eyes glowing yellow, even his voice becomming more powerful.
"You claim I can no nothing of what they have. I know more than you ever will, because I have it as well. I HOLD THE SAME POWER AS THEY DO!"
Buttagiri's last sentence literly knocked the scientist backwards, who held his stomach, breathing heavily. He looked at Buttagiri, rage in his eyes. He had never been this insulted in his life, and he would not tolerate it. He pulled the weapon hidden in his sleeve, grasping it in a practiced manner. The pistol read his fingerprints, then unlocked, forming a small, but powerful, plasma pistol. He aimed with both hands, centering on Buttagiri's body, and pulled the trigger. The room filled with light and sound as he high pitched whine of plasma contacting with plasma echoced, the shockwave knocking over chairs. The scientist waited, a smile on his cruel face. He wanted to see what his weapon did to the man, see how much destruction he had caused. His eyes finally came back into focus, and the scientist viewing the carnage in front of him. Or lack of carnage. Buttagiri had never moved, still glowing with his protective aura. He locked eyes with the scientist, and narrowed his eyes. The scientist seemed to overload on the failure of his attack, and began screaming.
"How could you suvrive? I killed you! You should be dead! DEAD!" The scientists mind cracked, fragile from all the stress put on it for so many years.
"DEAD! DEAD! Death, destruction, we all end up DEAD! Hahahahaha!" His eyes were wide, he just stood there, his face gape. Buttagiri shook his head, sorry for the man.
'He is beyond help. I just wonder what caused his mind to crack.'
He collected the teens, blindfolded them, then carried them out side. The scientist could still be heard screaming.
* * * * *
Muro stod in front of the door, breathing heavily. He couldn't remember what he had done, but he didn't care. He concentrated on the task ahead, mainly getting through the door. It was solid neo-steel, nearly 4 feet in thickness. Muro knew from the sound his sword made on it, he seemed to know how to tell. His sword had only put dents and small cuts in it, the door was to thick to get it opened.
'All my power, for nothing. I can't get past this door, can't get inside, where Konoko needs help. I can't save her, I can't protect her.' Muro's energy coursed and sparked, but began to fade as Muro gave up hope.
'I can't save her, she'll die. I can't save her. I can't do it. All my power, the death I've caused, the destruction I've created, only to save her. and a large piece of metal is all that stops me, and I can't pass it. I have nothing left. My power is for nothing.' His energy was almost completly gone, and his sword began to fade. Then something snapped.
"I WILL SAVE HER!!!" All his power returned, bring more with it. Even his broadsword began to glow, he now held power beyond anything seen on Earth. And he was going to use it.
"I WILL!!!"He's oissed He swung, his arc diagional across the door. The metal whined and sparked, screaming as Muro cut through it. The entire area became red, Muro pushing with all his strength against the door. He was finally done, leaving not a clean cut, but a jagged slice, large enough for him to walk through easy. He had a full view of the inside, where a large robot stood over a body, guns armed. Muro saw the purple hair, and knew it was Konoko, He rushed in, jumping to attack. He sliced the guns clean from the attacking robot. He landed between the robot and Konoko, still flowing with an indescrible power.
"Leave. Now." Muro stared down the walking death weapon, feeling no fear. For some reason, he felt he should tell it to leave, like he knew it would listen. The robot watched them both, assesing and calculating the situtation. It finally began to turn towards the door, suprising Muro with a response.
"I'll leave for now, but we will fight again. I wish I didn't have to." The voice rung a bell with Muro, though he didn't know from where. Then Konoko, half dead, mumbled something
"Sh-Shinatama, no." Muro looked at her, than back at the robot disappearing through the large door.
*She lived through that? They're using her as a weapon against Konoko, and I'm partly to blame.* Muro remembered when he had fried Shinatama with elecricty, partly for the twisted enjoyment he used to get from that, and also to attract Konoko there. He'd left her, destroyed, for Konoko to find. He later learned they had self-destructed the SLD, and had never cared.
*But Griffin is doing something much worse than I did, forcing them to fight each other. He will pay, soon.*
Muro looked at his hands, expecting the blood to be there, but it was not, his entire body was clean.
*My aura burned it off completly. Too bad it's not that easy to forgot it. I'm sorry, Konoko, I remain the muderer you thought I had left behind. I may soon be able to, but not now. Not while we fight Griffin.*
Muro is fwtting really angsty, isn't he? Well, I'd thought I' at a sublimial message into my story, just for fun. Chipp Zanuff is the greatest GGX character in any fighting EVER!
A noise caused Muro to look over at the mak shift door he had created, Buttagiri stood there, three teenagers on his sholders and back. Buttagiri gave him a mornful look, he knew Muro had done it, but forgave him for it. The teenangers were set down, and Konoko was laid flat, Buttagiri checking her for any serious wounds the Chrylasis hadn't healed.
Something hit Muro, and he turned back towards his makeshift door. "I'm going back. I have to get something."
As he left, Buttagiri had to wonder what that something was.
Can you guess?
End Chapter 11
*Authors Note- Well, I took forever writing this, and I have no real excuse other than school, which shouldn't have impeaded this chapters release by this much. Other than that, I should hopefully have my other stories updated. I'm starting to write again, so this should be updated fairly soon.