Well.yeah. Stuff happens in this chapter, and here's when the second main
charrie comes in. Apoc is also copyright to me. And you all know the
routine disclaimer. Hope ya enjoy this chapter.
Apoc sat silently in the darkness of the stage. He could hear the crowd milling about outside, the screams and yells and so on and so forth. He was used to it and could block it out at any moment. His elbows rested lightly upon his thighs, hands supporting his chin. His black hair was shaven down to stubble that suited his purposes well. He was of normal build, somewhere around 6 feet. His muscles were well toned and he was in what one would call 'perfect shape'. He was just your normal guy, except for the eyes. His eyes were the most shocking color of steel blue. Not only that, but they showed nothing but hatred and rage. Nothing more, never happiness nor sorrow. He was dressed in normal attire. Baggy pants, open shirt, bandanna, the usual for a rapper. "Apoc? Sir?" Came the tentative voice of the stagehand. Apoc lifted his head, starring unblinking at the man. "Yes?" He asked in his deep, chilling voice. His voice had little expression to it, but it was not a monotone. "You're up in 10 sir." Apoc nodded, dismissing the hand with a glance. The man was all too happy to leave the chilling presence of the cold-blooded rapper. Apoc lifted himself with a sigh, yet another screaming crowd to appease. He was sick of it. Sick of the screaming fan girls, sick of the many autographs he had to sign, sick of the disgusting fan fiction about him. No one knew him, and no one ever would if he had anything to do with it. One would say he was antisocial, but that was not it. He hated humanity and the human race all together. He found them all to be disgusting apes, even himself. He hated everything in the world, even though the world loved him. For hatred was what drove him to be.
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Kaia leaned against columns supporting the building; it was the only safe place she could find in the stadium. Crowds of girls screamed, the boys tended to stay with yelling. The whole ordeal was giving her a headache. She fit in perfectly with the crowd. Low cut black shirt and hip hugger jeans, revealing just enough of her well-toned body to be admired. She had actually gotten a few horrible pick up lines already that night. She had brushed them all off with a laugh and a smile. Now she waited for the end of the accursed concert. Waited to see an old friend again. The concert raged on with Apoc performing his greatest hits. But, unknown to Kaia, some unwanted people were also there. Five pairs of eyes watched her in silence from around the stadium. They knew she was there and the intended not to lose her in the crowd. The Ronins watched her constantly, knowing all too well what she was capable of. The concert raged on, Kaia blissfully unaware of the situation. Apoc was distracted. Sure he knew his songs all well and fine, but something bothered him. He was not the guy to let small things like a nagging sensation in his brain bother him, but this was different. He knew something was going to happen. The fight blood in his body began to boil, something he could not control. Lucky for him he was on his last song of the night, if it hadn't been. Apoc shuddered mentally as he thought of what he would have done if he had allowed the fight rage to take over. Apoc shouldered his way past the stagehands and crewmembers. "Get out of my way!" He hissed, turning on one man who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Apoc's strong hand grabbed his shoulder and practically threw him across the room. With a bang he exited the building, storming out into the crowded parking lot. He could hear the screams, feel the tugs at his clothing, see the people practically launching themselves at him, but then again.he did not sense any of it. Apoc's mind was clouded, he could see, hear, feel, but he could not think. A black cloud enveloped his mind, consumed his conscience. He felt the power of the earth and sky, moon and stars. His body tensed as the power engulfed him, filled his body to the breaking point. With a practical roar of rage he leapt clear of the strangling crowd. Not some little hop but a leap of over fifty feet. Instinct guided him as he bounded from building to vehicle to ground. He lifted his head to the sight before him, rage growing in his eyes. Kaia was worn out, her body was spent and she could do no more. The drain put upon her body by being away from her home so long had taken its toll. She could not stand up to five armored Ronins in her current condition. Her mind told her to call for help from the Dynasty, but her soul told her no. They would just hurt her again; break her body and soul even more. Though it was not the death she wished for, it was her way out. Her armor gave way to sub-armor that could not stand up to much because of her weakened state. Her last bit of strength she used to guard herself from the blows she was receiving. Her eyes were dimming, strength dieing, will null. Kaia's body went numb all feeling lost. Oh good, she thought, they must have killed me. Kaia's eyes snapped open to find out just how wrong she was. A figure stood over her a pair of long swords clutched in its hands. Dark red armor, almost blood like in appearance covered its body marred here and there by black slashes. She knew the armor well, though she could not place the figure just yet. A hard metallic smell greeted her senses as blade clashed against blade. That brought her straight back to her senses. The strength and armor, the weapons and the voice that had rung out in her ears. She knew this man from her past, knew him well. The Ronins had backed off away not too far as to let the pair escape. Kaia propped herself up on one elbow, squinting up at the man that stood over her. "Apoc..?" She questioned softly, her voice a mere quiver of what it normally was. The figure turned its masked and helmeted face to her, its eyes being the only part showing. Kaia searched those alarmingly blue eyes, reading the almost expressionless look. "You are Apoc. I knew it." A smile broke her haggard features as she lost what last bit of strength she had left. Kaia lay motionless upon the pavement, not feeling the rumbling of the approaching crowd nor the lifting of her body in her brother's arms. It had been fifteen years since she had last seen him and now they had been reunited to be as one again.
Kento was mad. No, not mad, enraged. They had had one good chance to finish off that nuisance of Warlord and failed because of another new fighter. Sure he had had two swords that were even bigger than Sage's and sure they had never seen him before, but they should have been able to beat him! Kento slammed his hand down upon the table before him, standing up. "We all need to get in there and fight. I'm sick of being beaten by the new guy that comes around the corner!" He glared around at the others, looking each one in the eye. Pushing back his chair slowly he walked towards the door. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going to ask around and see if anyone knows these two." The door closed slowly behind him as he disappeared into the predawn haze. The other Ronins remained silent for some time. Each was reminded of the previous fights with the two. Suddenly Ryo rose, breaking the silence. "Kento is right you guys. We need to find out more about these two. I'm going to go check with the Ancient and see if he has any advice." He walked slowly out the door, whistling for Whiteblaze to come. The big tiger leapt after him, following the dark haired boy into the rising sun.
Later..
"You know them Ancient One?" Ryo asked, more than a little bewildered. Ryo sat upon his heel in full armor, hands resting upon his knees. His helmet lay before him along with his swords in a sign of respect. Whiteblaze sat by his side in silence, also a sign of respect. The Ancient sat before them, staff held upright beside his cross-legged figure. One hand remained upon his knee as he nodded lightly. "Yes I do. I have known them both since the day they were born." The Ancient chuckled at the puzzled look upon Ryo's face. "I shall explain, though it is a long and sad story indeed."
End ch. 4. Hop ya'll liked it. Chapter 5'll be coming soon. Don't forget to R/R!!!
Apoc sat silently in the darkness of the stage. He could hear the crowd milling about outside, the screams and yells and so on and so forth. He was used to it and could block it out at any moment. His elbows rested lightly upon his thighs, hands supporting his chin. His black hair was shaven down to stubble that suited his purposes well. He was of normal build, somewhere around 6 feet. His muscles were well toned and he was in what one would call 'perfect shape'. He was just your normal guy, except for the eyes. His eyes were the most shocking color of steel blue. Not only that, but they showed nothing but hatred and rage. Nothing more, never happiness nor sorrow. He was dressed in normal attire. Baggy pants, open shirt, bandanna, the usual for a rapper. "Apoc? Sir?" Came the tentative voice of the stagehand. Apoc lifted his head, starring unblinking at the man. "Yes?" He asked in his deep, chilling voice. His voice had little expression to it, but it was not a monotone. "You're up in 10 sir." Apoc nodded, dismissing the hand with a glance. The man was all too happy to leave the chilling presence of the cold-blooded rapper. Apoc lifted himself with a sigh, yet another screaming crowd to appease. He was sick of it. Sick of the screaming fan girls, sick of the many autographs he had to sign, sick of the disgusting fan fiction about him. No one knew him, and no one ever would if he had anything to do with it. One would say he was antisocial, but that was not it. He hated humanity and the human race all together. He found them all to be disgusting apes, even himself. He hated everything in the world, even though the world loved him. For hatred was what drove him to be.
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Kaia leaned against columns supporting the building; it was the only safe place she could find in the stadium. Crowds of girls screamed, the boys tended to stay with yelling. The whole ordeal was giving her a headache. She fit in perfectly with the crowd. Low cut black shirt and hip hugger jeans, revealing just enough of her well-toned body to be admired. She had actually gotten a few horrible pick up lines already that night. She had brushed them all off with a laugh and a smile. Now she waited for the end of the accursed concert. Waited to see an old friend again. The concert raged on with Apoc performing his greatest hits. But, unknown to Kaia, some unwanted people were also there. Five pairs of eyes watched her in silence from around the stadium. They knew she was there and the intended not to lose her in the crowd. The Ronins watched her constantly, knowing all too well what she was capable of. The concert raged on, Kaia blissfully unaware of the situation. Apoc was distracted. Sure he knew his songs all well and fine, but something bothered him. He was not the guy to let small things like a nagging sensation in his brain bother him, but this was different. He knew something was going to happen. The fight blood in his body began to boil, something he could not control. Lucky for him he was on his last song of the night, if it hadn't been. Apoc shuddered mentally as he thought of what he would have done if he had allowed the fight rage to take over. Apoc shouldered his way past the stagehands and crewmembers. "Get out of my way!" He hissed, turning on one man who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Apoc's strong hand grabbed his shoulder and practically threw him across the room. With a bang he exited the building, storming out into the crowded parking lot. He could hear the screams, feel the tugs at his clothing, see the people practically launching themselves at him, but then again.he did not sense any of it. Apoc's mind was clouded, he could see, hear, feel, but he could not think. A black cloud enveloped his mind, consumed his conscience. He felt the power of the earth and sky, moon and stars. His body tensed as the power engulfed him, filled his body to the breaking point. With a practical roar of rage he leapt clear of the strangling crowd. Not some little hop but a leap of over fifty feet. Instinct guided him as he bounded from building to vehicle to ground. He lifted his head to the sight before him, rage growing in his eyes. Kaia was worn out, her body was spent and she could do no more. The drain put upon her body by being away from her home so long had taken its toll. She could not stand up to five armored Ronins in her current condition. Her mind told her to call for help from the Dynasty, but her soul told her no. They would just hurt her again; break her body and soul even more. Though it was not the death she wished for, it was her way out. Her armor gave way to sub-armor that could not stand up to much because of her weakened state. Her last bit of strength she used to guard herself from the blows she was receiving. Her eyes were dimming, strength dieing, will null. Kaia's body went numb all feeling lost. Oh good, she thought, they must have killed me. Kaia's eyes snapped open to find out just how wrong she was. A figure stood over her a pair of long swords clutched in its hands. Dark red armor, almost blood like in appearance covered its body marred here and there by black slashes. She knew the armor well, though she could not place the figure just yet. A hard metallic smell greeted her senses as blade clashed against blade. That brought her straight back to her senses. The strength and armor, the weapons and the voice that had rung out in her ears. She knew this man from her past, knew him well. The Ronins had backed off away not too far as to let the pair escape. Kaia propped herself up on one elbow, squinting up at the man that stood over her. "Apoc..?" She questioned softly, her voice a mere quiver of what it normally was. The figure turned its masked and helmeted face to her, its eyes being the only part showing. Kaia searched those alarmingly blue eyes, reading the almost expressionless look. "You are Apoc. I knew it." A smile broke her haggard features as she lost what last bit of strength she had left. Kaia lay motionless upon the pavement, not feeling the rumbling of the approaching crowd nor the lifting of her body in her brother's arms. It had been fifteen years since she had last seen him and now they had been reunited to be as one again.
Kento was mad. No, not mad, enraged. They had had one good chance to finish off that nuisance of Warlord and failed because of another new fighter. Sure he had had two swords that were even bigger than Sage's and sure they had never seen him before, but they should have been able to beat him! Kento slammed his hand down upon the table before him, standing up. "We all need to get in there and fight. I'm sick of being beaten by the new guy that comes around the corner!" He glared around at the others, looking each one in the eye. Pushing back his chair slowly he walked towards the door. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going to ask around and see if anyone knows these two." The door closed slowly behind him as he disappeared into the predawn haze. The other Ronins remained silent for some time. Each was reminded of the previous fights with the two. Suddenly Ryo rose, breaking the silence. "Kento is right you guys. We need to find out more about these two. I'm going to go check with the Ancient and see if he has any advice." He walked slowly out the door, whistling for Whiteblaze to come. The big tiger leapt after him, following the dark haired boy into the rising sun.
Later..
"You know them Ancient One?" Ryo asked, more than a little bewildered. Ryo sat upon his heel in full armor, hands resting upon his knees. His helmet lay before him along with his swords in a sign of respect. Whiteblaze sat by his side in silence, also a sign of respect. The Ancient sat before them, staff held upright beside his cross-legged figure. One hand remained upon his knee as he nodded lightly. "Yes I do. I have known them both since the day they were born." The Ancient chuckled at the puzzled look upon Ryo's face. "I shall explain, though it is a long and sad story indeed."
End ch. 4. Hop ya'll liked it. Chapter 5'll be coming soon. Don't forget to R/R!!!