"Gah!"

CLANG!

"Huh!!"

SCHING!!

"HYAAA!"

CHANG!!

"HA! HUH!"

CLANG!! CLANG!!

"SWOOOORRRRDDUUUUU!!!!!!!"

THUNK!

"Ouch! Damnit man, I always lose to you!" A man muttered, he appeared to be around 17, and had fiery red hair.

"Aw, don't worry about it, at least you have real battle experience. Everyone knows your the best in combat." A second man chuckled a bit, he also looked around 17, and rather like the first. He however, had jet black hair.

"Asashin, you know that as soon as you go, you'll blow me away..." The first man said, sighing.

"Now, Enkou, you know that's not true, we are a unit. We work together, that is the way of the Yobuu." Asashin smiled as he said this. He was very proud of his name, it meant Honor in their native tongue, and was a famous name. Years ago, his father, Morpheus Yobuu, had lead the infamous netcrime organization known as NeoGospel, and his grandfather was a high ranking member in the original Gospel organization.

"Yea, we work as a unit? You know I have never been allowed to battle...Because of this damned thing." He gestured towards his left arm, where what seemed to be a tattoo showed clearly. His brother Asashin had the same tattoo.

"Yes, that is true. Which is why we need to stop training with weapons, you are quite proficient in those. We need to work on your mental element." Asashin was dead serious now, he knew what happened when his brother lost control, and that was why Enkou saw no battle.

"Hah! My mental element is fine, the problem is this damned virus!" Enkou was beginning to lose control, something he had done very often.

"Calm down, your passion gets you much too worked up, you need to breathe, we can't have another outbreak and you know it." Asashin was clearly worried by this time. The pair were all alone in the training yard, and he was quite aware that he could not handle Enkou on his own.

"I will calm down...WHEN....I....WANT...TO!!!" A dark mist seemed to emanate from Enkou's body, as his eyes turned black and glazed over. "No one tells me what to do!!!"

Asashin winced, he knew he was going to have to get away, and fast. He turned and began to run, but to no avail. Enkou's quickly mutating body had gained the strength necessary to control his brother physically. He grabbed Asashin and lifted him high into the air, "You're out of control" Asashin could barely breathe now.

"I've never been in as much control as I am now..." Enkou laughed, his voice mutating right along with his body, his flaming red hair rustling in the strange breeze.

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Blackfang had always been a problem of the Yobuu's and would continue to be a problem of theirs until the lineage ended. However, it was not a virus natural to the Yobuu blood. Maybe you've been wondering where this virus came from, and here it is. Long ago, during the thriving period of NeoGospel, there were three men that ran the syndicate with ruthless efficiency. Andoryuu Hiruu, Morpheus Yobuu and Zelloss Grausherra. Andoryuu, Andy as he was normally known as, was the tireless defender of his friends. He would never, ever let one of his friends down, and if he did, it meant endless self loathing for what he could've done.

Morpheus Yobuu, Morph to his friends, was a strangely honorable person. He thrived on his family name and history, yet shamed it on more than one occasion. Ever since he dishonorably destroyed Yamatoman and almost killed Gemini, the current NAVI-Human leaders of the ONBA, he drove himself to reclaim honor.

Zelloss Grausherra, Zell to whom he would let call him by, was a mystery to almost everyone that met him. Few knew where he came from, and fewer still knew of his past. He had a odd affinity with his NAVI, Dynast, who had been with the Grausherra's for at least one generation.

Zelloss and Morpheus knew each other from the past, they were members of the ruthless Dark Blade street gang. They did what they could to survive, and often more. However, one day it all changed, the gang was sitting in an alley, enjoying the fruits of the days labor, when gunfire opened up. After it was all said and done, only Morph and Zell came out alive. They made a vow that they would seek revenge together, and that lead them to NeoGospel.

A while after the creation and prospering of NeoGospel, a few 'old friends' of the gang showed up. By the time they had left, all that remained of them were hundreds of blades stuck into Morph's body. He needed blood, badly, and that's when Zell came to the rescue. Nearly draining himself to save his friend, he inadvertently passed on the Grausherra family curse.

Blackfang.

Blackfang was and is a virus, but this is no ordinary virus. This virus can bridge the gap between net and reality, and create a being of such pure evil, it could bring down the world. The Grausherra known as Neero had created it, and many Grausherras have suffered with it's terrible burden, often being driven to murder and madness. Now, the Yobuu's carried the curse as well, with both Enkou and Asashin inheriting this awful virus from their father. Asashin had shown great ability in controlling the virus, he was able to unleash it's powers almost at will. However, Enkou's was not the same story. He had constant and consistent trouble, and when his temper flared, he usually became quite susceptible to the virus.

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Years later, the Yobuu brothers had both crossed lines of their own. No longer did they fight side by side, Enkou now was very entrenched in the seedy underworld of the Rouges, Gospel Reborn and WWW3. Asashin was a leading black opts member of the ONBA.

Enkou ran Gospel Reborn with a fierce bloodlust and an iron fist, his personal friend Gregorio Criscuolo, GC to most had split from the organization to re-energize WWW3, and Enkou gratefully accepted an allegiance. Enkou also kept close ties with the Rouge Kingship, the leaders of the Rouges, who he had once been a member of. The Rouges were mostly street thugs and mobsters, but the Kings were ruthless warlords and Mob leaders.

Asashin, now on the side of good, was a black opts member for the ONBA. He severely injured or eliminated threats before they had a chance to stir up trouble. He was an expert marksmen, and used his Blackfang to further his intensive sniping. He had the science of sniping down to a T. His favorite combo was his only combo, and usually got the message across without killing them. But when it was necessary, it was not a problem.