Chapter 14
And so, Sparky Thorton was put into a Hotohori costume and sent into the castle. Hiding on the roof, peering through a window, the seishi watched as he approached the old man. They knew he wasn't that great at acting, but Chichiri had a plan. And they had to do something. Chichiri and Tomo needed their powers back.
"Your Highness!" the old man exclaimed, upon seeing Sparky enter the room. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"I barely escaped," Sparky responded flatly.
"Y-your voice," the old man stammered. "What happened to it?"
Sparky began to recite the lines that Chichiri had told him to say. "I figured. since I am now a new person, I should leave behind that old voice of mine. Besides, this is an English story, so I thought my English dubbed voice would be the best to use." He said this all very boredly.
The old man cringed. "Okay, I see your point. though, understand that we really did not mind your original voice, even with the Japanese accent."
"No, it must change," Sparky said flatly.
The old man blinked.
"Take me back to the throne, please," Sparky said.
With the old man distracted, the seishi snuck into the castle, and made their way to the familiar room where Chichiri and Tomo were found. There they got the strange chains ready, and they waited. Pretty soon, the old man came into the room. From their hiding places, they jumped up and tied the old man up, binding him to one of the two tables with the chains. He squirmed, trying to protest, but they had him down.
Hotohori leaned over him. "So. you dare try and force the Emperor of Konan to listen to your lies and deceit? You dare force him to rule this foreign city which is not his?!"
"H-Hotohori?" the old man gasped. "Then who was."
"My English voice actor," Hotohori growled, smiling at the old man.
"Sparky," Nakago added, "his name is Sparky Thorton."
"Alright you old hag," Tasuki said, baring his fangs. "It's time for you to give back what you stole from Chichiri, no da!"
The old man sneered. "Never!" he cried. "I will never give up these powers of mine! I enjoy becoming super-short-deformed, and now I can cackle!"
"Get him awake," Chichiri told Miboshi, poking Tomo. "It's not going to work unless he's up, too." Miboshi dropped Tomo to the ground and slapped him hard across the face. Tomo woke with a start.
"Terrible taste . . . in my mouth," he said.
"Get up!" Chichiri said, and the two leaned over the old man.
"Ha!" the old man laughed. "What do you think you can do, huh? How do you really think you're going to get your precious powers back, huh?" and he cackled.
"That's my cackle!" Tomo cried. "Hey . . . what's been going on?"
"Not now," Chichiri said. "Focus your life force as best you can, Tomo. We're going to try and bring it out, no da. Everyone else . . . back up!"
Everyone backed off as Tomo and Chichiri got on both sides of the table looking down on the old man. They put their hands up as though in prayer, and began to focus their powers as hard as possible on the old man. Nothing was happening.
"Hmm," Nakago said. "Why don't we get Naiidoska?"
"Good idea," Hotohori said. The rest of the seishi put their hands up as though in prayer, and began to concentrate their chi, trying to call Naiidoksa down. Suddenly, there was a popping noise, and two eyes were floating before them.
"Oh, great Naiidoska!" Hotohori said. "You have to help us! Chichiri and Tomo . . . they have lost their powers!"
Naiidoska turned to see the two seishi, standing over the old man.
"You can't do this to me!" the old man shouted. "I'm a well respected being in this castle!"
"Well, I guess it's my time to intervene," Naiidoska said. Suddenly, it seemed as though the old man was glowing, and Chichiri and Tomo put their hands up, focusing their life force on the old man. Two thin jets of light started to pour out of the old man's body. One was red and the other blue. The jets of light flew upwards, then, for some reason, criss-crossed each other, and the red one went to Tomo and the blue one to Chichiri.
The two had their eyes closed, and did not noticed this. They took the powers given to them, and then, they passed out from the sudden rush of energy.
"Uh-oh," Naiidoska said, after all that had finished. "I think I just made a mistake."
"If I saw that correctly," Hotohori said, "it appears you gave Chichiri Tomo's power, and Tomo Chichiri's power."
Just then, there was a sudden POOF! and the old man was standing on the table, free from his chains.
"Catch me if you can!" he cried, and jumped off the table, running out of the room through the secret passage way that the others had to use before. They followed him down the dark passage way. They emerged into a room, and noticed a door closing. They followed him down several hallways until they reached a dead end.
The old man cowered against the wall, his hands going up to his face.
"Don't kill me!" he cried.
"Oh, why not?" Nakago said, sneering.
Miboshi came up from behind, panting. "You guys forgot Chichiri and Tomo . . . give me a hand, they're heavy and I only have one arm!"
Mitsukake easily slung the two over his shoulders. "I'm strong," he said, smiling. Tama meowed.
"It looks like your meddlesome days are over, old man!" Hotohori said.
"Why do you need to kill me?" the old man pleaded. "You have those powers back! You have them back!"
"You know where the Damsels in Distress are!" Hotohori cried. "Tell us now! Where are they?"
"That I will not tell," the old man said, bitting his lip.
"Tell us!" Hotohori said, his sword already out, pointing straight at the old man's neck.
"F-fine!" the old man stammered. "If you go up the Wolf Mountains, then you'll find them. Follow the main path . . . but you have to beware . . . the Lone Wolf Warrior heavily guards the mountains, so you will have obstacles to go through. Only the brave can survive."
"You question my bravery?" Hotohori said, narrowing his eyes on the old man.
"Please!" the old man said. "I told you what you wanted . . . please spare my life!"
Hotohori glared at the old man some more, then slowly put his sword down.
"And yet . . ." the old man said, "now we don't have a King."
"Have Sparky," Naiidoska said, floating above every one's head.
The old man whimpered.
"Let's go," Hotohori said. Everyone turned around rather slowly, and they made their way back down the hallway. Just then, the old man got up and threw himself at them. He hit Mitsukake, and simply bounced off.
Then, his voice rang out loud, "Guards! Guards, they're escaping!"
"Run!" said Hotohori. They all began to sprint away from the old man, running through the halls.
"Must get to a window," Miboshi said. "I can get a flying demon."
They turned down a hallway, and found themselves in a dead end.
Tasuki cursed, kicking the wall. "Ah, damn it! Let's just face them and kick some Wolf Ass!"
They all watched as the guards surrounded them, and the old man appeared in front of them. There was a deep breathing sound. Silence surrounded them all.
"Hotohori . . ." the old man breathed. "Hotohori . . . I am your father."
"No, you're not!"
"Ay, Miss Uots!" Tasuki cried to the ceiling. "Enough with the stupid cross-overs!"
"Sorry!" Miss Uots giggles. She just had to put that line somewhere in the story. She just had to!
"Hotohori . . ." the old man breathed. "You shall not get away. And those two," he said, turning towards Mitsukake, "they belong to me . . . they have something that should be MINE."
"Who gave you the right to steal their powers?!" Tasuki said. "Come on, I'm ready for you all! Come on and try to take me on! I'll bring you all down!"
They guards took a step forward in unison, and Tasuki brandished his tessen, screaming, "REKKA SHINEN!!" Fire devoured all of the guards, and they fell to the ground, burnt.
"FINALLY!" Tasuki shouted. "I haven't done that in AGES! DA HA HA HA HA!"
"But you still haven't defeated me," the old man said, sneering. "You see? I'm invincible. No one can stop me. I am the most greatest magician, illusionist, wizard . . . I am the most powerful of all! Even in your world I am the best! None can defeat me! I am unstoppable, the best of the best of the best! You think I really need those two powers?! I can do everything by myself! You! I'm a better sword master than you'll ever be! I can slice through people two by two in minutes! And you, I can devour people with fire easily! I can summon dragons that breathe such awesome fire balls! And what I can summon! Far greater than measly demons, I can summon the greatest creatures that have ever walked on this earth! I can heal anything that comes my way, so that I may never die! My healing powers make me immortal! I have magic beyond what your brains can handle, and no one can see past my illusions! And my life force--"
BAM!
" . . .thank you Nakago."
Meanwhile . . . yeah, do I even have to say anything about that?
And so, Sparky Thorton was put into a Hotohori costume and sent into the castle. Hiding on the roof, peering through a window, the seishi watched as he approached the old man. They knew he wasn't that great at acting, but Chichiri had a plan. And they had to do something. Chichiri and Tomo needed their powers back.
"Your Highness!" the old man exclaimed, upon seeing Sparky enter the room. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"I barely escaped," Sparky responded flatly.
"Y-your voice," the old man stammered. "What happened to it?"
Sparky began to recite the lines that Chichiri had told him to say. "I figured. since I am now a new person, I should leave behind that old voice of mine. Besides, this is an English story, so I thought my English dubbed voice would be the best to use." He said this all very boredly.
The old man cringed. "Okay, I see your point. though, understand that we really did not mind your original voice, even with the Japanese accent."
"No, it must change," Sparky said flatly.
The old man blinked.
"Take me back to the throne, please," Sparky said.
With the old man distracted, the seishi snuck into the castle, and made their way to the familiar room where Chichiri and Tomo were found. There they got the strange chains ready, and they waited. Pretty soon, the old man came into the room. From their hiding places, they jumped up and tied the old man up, binding him to one of the two tables with the chains. He squirmed, trying to protest, but they had him down.
Hotohori leaned over him. "So. you dare try and force the Emperor of Konan to listen to your lies and deceit? You dare force him to rule this foreign city which is not his?!"
"H-Hotohori?" the old man gasped. "Then who was."
"My English voice actor," Hotohori growled, smiling at the old man.
"Sparky," Nakago added, "his name is Sparky Thorton."
"Alright you old hag," Tasuki said, baring his fangs. "It's time for you to give back what you stole from Chichiri, no da!"
The old man sneered. "Never!" he cried. "I will never give up these powers of mine! I enjoy becoming super-short-deformed, and now I can cackle!"
"Get him awake," Chichiri told Miboshi, poking Tomo. "It's not going to work unless he's up, too." Miboshi dropped Tomo to the ground and slapped him hard across the face. Tomo woke with a start.
"Terrible taste . . . in my mouth," he said.
"Get up!" Chichiri said, and the two leaned over the old man.
"Ha!" the old man laughed. "What do you think you can do, huh? How do you really think you're going to get your precious powers back, huh?" and he cackled.
"That's my cackle!" Tomo cried. "Hey . . . what's been going on?"
"Not now," Chichiri said. "Focus your life force as best you can, Tomo. We're going to try and bring it out, no da. Everyone else . . . back up!"
Everyone backed off as Tomo and Chichiri got on both sides of the table looking down on the old man. They put their hands up as though in prayer, and began to focus their powers as hard as possible on the old man. Nothing was happening.
"Hmm," Nakago said. "Why don't we get Naiidoska?"
"Good idea," Hotohori said. The rest of the seishi put their hands up as though in prayer, and began to concentrate their chi, trying to call Naiidoksa down. Suddenly, there was a popping noise, and two eyes were floating before them.
"Oh, great Naiidoska!" Hotohori said. "You have to help us! Chichiri and Tomo . . . they have lost their powers!"
Naiidoska turned to see the two seishi, standing over the old man.
"You can't do this to me!" the old man shouted. "I'm a well respected being in this castle!"
"Well, I guess it's my time to intervene," Naiidoska said. Suddenly, it seemed as though the old man was glowing, and Chichiri and Tomo put their hands up, focusing their life force on the old man. Two thin jets of light started to pour out of the old man's body. One was red and the other blue. The jets of light flew upwards, then, for some reason, criss-crossed each other, and the red one went to Tomo and the blue one to Chichiri.
The two had their eyes closed, and did not noticed this. They took the powers given to them, and then, they passed out from the sudden rush of energy.
"Uh-oh," Naiidoska said, after all that had finished. "I think I just made a mistake."
"If I saw that correctly," Hotohori said, "it appears you gave Chichiri Tomo's power, and Tomo Chichiri's power."
Just then, there was a sudden POOF! and the old man was standing on the table, free from his chains.
"Catch me if you can!" he cried, and jumped off the table, running out of the room through the secret passage way that the others had to use before. They followed him down the dark passage way. They emerged into a room, and noticed a door closing. They followed him down several hallways until they reached a dead end.
The old man cowered against the wall, his hands going up to his face.
"Don't kill me!" he cried.
"Oh, why not?" Nakago said, sneering.
Miboshi came up from behind, panting. "You guys forgot Chichiri and Tomo . . . give me a hand, they're heavy and I only have one arm!"
Mitsukake easily slung the two over his shoulders. "I'm strong," he said, smiling. Tama meowed.
"It looks like your meddlesome days are over, old man!" Hotohori said.
"Why do you need to kill me?" the old man pleaded. "You have those powers back! You have them back!"
"You know where the Damsels in Distress are!" Hotohori cried. "Tell us now! Where are they?"
"That I will not tell," the old man said, bitting his lip.
"Tell us!" Hotohori said, his sword already out, pointing straight at the old man's neck.
"F-fine!" the old man stammered. "If you go up the Wolf Mountains, then you'll find them. Follow the main path . . . but you have to beware . . . the Lone Wolf Warrior heavily guards the mountains, so you will have obstacles to go through. Only the brave can survive."
"You question my bravery?" Hotohori said, narrowing his eyes on the old man.
"Please!" the old man said. "I told you what you wanted . . . please spare my life!"
Hotohori glared at the old man some more, then slowly put his sword down.
"And yet . . ." the old man said, "now we don't have a King."
"Have Sparky," Naiidoska said, floating above every one's head.
The old man whimpered.
"Let's go," Hotohori said. Everyone turned around rather slowly, and they made their way back down the hallway. Just then, the old man got up and threw himself at them. He hit Mitsukake, and simply bounced off.
Then, his voice rang out loud, "Guards! Guards, they're escaping!"
"Run!" said Hotohori. They all began to sprint away from the old man, running through the halls.
"Must get to a window," Miboshi said. "I can get a flying demon."
They turned down a hallway, and found themselves in a dead end.
Tasuki cursed, kicking the wall. "Ah, damn it! Let's just face them and kick some Wolf Ass!"
They all watched as the guards surrounded them, and the old man appeared in front of them. There was a deep breathing sound. Silence surrounded them all.
"Hotohori . . ." the old man breathed. "Hotohori . . . I am your father."
"No, you're not!"
"Ay, Miss Uots!" Tasuki cried to the ceiling. "Enough with the stupid cross-overs!"
"Sorry!" Miss Uots giggles. She just had to put that line somewhere in the story. She just had to!
"Hotohori . . ." the old man breathed. "You shall not get away. And those two," he said, turning towards Mitsukake, "they belong to me . . . they have something that should be MINE."
"Who gave you the right to steal their powers?!" Tasuki said. "Come on, I'm ready for you all! Come on and try to take me on! I'll bring you all down!"
They guards took a step forward in unison, and Tasuki brandished his tessen, screaming, "REKKA SHINEN!!" Fire devoured all of the guards, and they fell to the ground, burnt.
"FINALLY!" Tasuki shouted. "I haven't done that in AGES! DA HA HA HA HA!"
"But you still haven't defeated me," the old man said, sneering. "You see? I'm invincible. No one can stop me. I am the most greatest magician, illusionist, wizard . . . I am the most powerful of all! Even in your world I am the best! None can defeat me! I am unstoppable, the best of the best of the best! You think I really need those two powers?! I can do everything by myself! You! I'm a better sword master than you'll ever be! I can slice through people two by two in minutes! And you, I can devour people with fire easily! I can summon dragons that breathe such awesome fire balls! And what I can summon! Far greater than measly demons, I can summon the greatest creatures that have ever walked on this earth! I can heal anything that comes my way, so that I may never die! My healing powers make me immortal! I have magic beyond what your brains can handle, and no one can see past my illusions! And my life force--"
BAM!
" . . .thank you Nakago."
Meanwhile . . . yeah, do I even have to say anything about that?