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enjoyment of fans. So don't sue me, x__x I am poor. P.S. Read and review
cause if you don't I'll stumble around like Keitaro until I fall on some
unfortunate person's 'private' stuff. Flames will be use to dry my
clothing after I get out of the hot springs.
Chapter 3; The Sealed Caves
"Ah! The sacred shrine of Buddha, the only place I could find answer to my troubles. Now I must pray to receive his wise guidance." Searching through the vaulted place a thought suddenly hits Keitaro. ^May be the dreams that haunts me are but self-delusions which came from my want of companionship. After all, it has been years since I had meet a friend, or my family.^ He closed his eyes and looks deep inside himself. ^But if I imagine the whole thing up, then what is my purpose of being here.^ A flutter announces the shadow from his dreams. A hard knot forms in Keitaro's throat as he turns to face the fear that drove him from home.
A beautiful girl in kendo uniform dropped down right before his face. Her straight silky black hair glide around the young Keitaro, becoming a part of the darkness as the white robe on her shone against the lack of light. Cherry lips broaden to show a carefree smile. "You must be Keikun! I had been looking all over for you." Smooth, soft stands of hair gently embrace the 5 yrs old Keikun.
Keitaro was standing motionless. ^I am in love!^ A large percentage of blood rushes up to his face. "Um hi." Whispering Keitaro could feel his heart thump against his ribs. ^Is it because of fear or love?^ The scene abruptly changes, now Keitaro was bound on a stake covered with seals. The smell of incense was lightly treading in the air. "Anon? What am I doing here?" He felt a blindfold being put over his eyes. "What is going on?"
"Shhh." A girl's breath tickles Keitaro's ear. "Don't worry! We will be done soon." The smell of burning incense strengthens as a deep solemn chanting accent the girl's voice.
A sliver of panic drove into Keitaro's heart as he hears the rasp of metal. "What.what are you doing?" He struggles against the ropes that hold him to the stake. "Let me go! Let me go, now!" His hand came free with a snap, but someone quickly grasp and refasten the free hand.
A grim overtone came to the girl's voice as she loops the seal laden rope around the young boy's arm. "This is for your own good. If you don't resist, it will be less painful for you."
Keitaro blanch at the mentioning of pain. "No! I don't want it! Let me go! I want my mom! Mom! Mom!" Thrashing wildly he snaps the ropes holding him and drops down from the stake. With one hand he reach for the blind fold. The other hand he tries to ward off the people around him. Instantly he grabs something lacy between two round things. He pulls the blindfold partially from his eyes. Two flaming irises glares at him from just finger tip distance. "Um, hello?" His back broke out cold sweats.
"You little pervert!" Screams the 14 yrs old shorthaired girl in hand, her hand rise to slap the wide-eyed boy silly. As it whistles down to deliver a stinging print a black aura wraps around Keikun's offending hand. A wave of thunder erupts from between Keikun and the kneeling priestess. "Aaaaaaaaaa!" Screaming the girl flew against a wall with her clothing burnt, but flesh intact. Barely conscious she looks down to see her decency was still preserved and faint.
"S.sorry! Are you alright?" Keitaro ran up to the girl, only to suddenly feel his heart stops and the dark aura ripping it's way out of his body.
^Fufufu! This is entertaining. A half done priestess standing against a fully embodied demon such as I. It's a pity, that boy locked me in his mind so that I couldn't feast upon your flesh.^ The shadow strokes its nebulous chin. ^I still don't get how he did it. I was sweeping his mind out along with all other unnecessary junks then he suddenly goes berserk, screaming about some obscure promise and shoved me.somewhere. Oh well! Now that I am free, I have no need for this pathetic host. The world shall know my evil for all eternity. Mhahahahahahaha.^ He concentrates on pulling himself from the boy's body. Little by little the shadow exit out of Keitaro's body. "Stop being so attach to me you baby! I am not that crazy Liddokun thing that you saw on TV. What? I got your promise?" The shadow's progress of escape jars to a stop. "Ouch that hurt! You little freak! Who wants your stupid promise? You want it? Fu! This is stupid! You think that's going to happen? I am a demon! You fool. I live on the suffering of others." He pauses. "Very touching, but I am not going to waste my time."
"That is right. Because your time is up." Despite the pain of feeling his soul being ripped apart, Keitaro force himself to look at his savior. The girl's sword was unsheathed and a dozen other similarly armed priestesses were right behind her. The girl's clothing was torn in several places and her right arm was hastily bandaged, but despite her injuries she held her sword firm in her delicate fingers. "Shimeryu Ultimate Techique: Cutting Evil Sword!"
"Ha! Such puny attack won't destroy me!" Shadow sneer as he casually blocked the attack with one paw. He inhales the tendrils of shadow from all around, which gathers around the demon and form into a massive blob. He shouts. "Now my shadow servant attack!" Everyone tense for a massive bloodshed.
The blob sank to the ground and inch towards his maker. "Mmaaasster, Iii am reeaady."
The demon deflates at the words. "I know you are a little slow. But attack the priestesses now!" He points at the girls at the door. "You can at least follow some orders."
"Master?" The voice of the blob sharpens. "Oh-Master? Are you there?" The blob sends out a tendril to poke Keitaro in the ribs.
Smack! Everyone on the scene except Keitaro and the blob meets with the floor.
"Blasted Creature! I am your maker!" The demon's roar shook the room. "Now obey ME and Attack her!" He points at the leading priestess.
"I don't think that is possible, sir." The blob answers back. "Since the power that creates me was clearly within here." He points at Keitaro's chest.
^Argh! That's why! I haven't finish separating from that child so that fool is mistaken him to be me.^ "Curse it! I'll do this by myself!" The priestesses scatter and surround the demon. "You think this would help? Fools!" Several arms form out from his body and points at each girl. "Then again you won't have to, since you all going to die!" The dark aura flares, and then dies. "What!" He looks down fearfully.
Keitaro snores lightly. All the girls' eyes turn sparkly. "Kawwaaiiiii!"
"Nooooooo!" The demonic shriek brought the girls back to reality. Many arms grasp for a handhold as the demon slowly shrinks. "What's happening?"
The priestesses collect their unconscious companion. "She is alive!"
"Good! Now what is it doing?"
"It's losing power!"
"Want apple juice.thirsty.more." The boy murmurs in his sleep.
Some where in hell: Satan looks into his refrigerator for. "Hey! That was the last bottle!" His lieutenant's eyes widen as he clutch a damned soul by the neck.
"Sir! Who else would want to make another demon? No one knows about the potion except us!"
"That is right. I also change the label.Oh." That moment whole new specie of curses came into existence. The sound of foul mouthing echoes out from the caves of hell to the gates of heaven.
God frowns at the sound of his fallen son's voice. "I should really have a talk with that kid."
Gasping for breath the king of hell glares at his lieutenant. "We must find the potion, now." He rips open a hole in space and pull out a mirror. "Where is the potion!"
"Patience boss." The mirror answers back. The dark surface resolves into an empty bottle.
"It's gone." The devil sigh. "That's."
"Sir. We do have other ways of making demons." The underling backs away slowly.
Devil looks up with a smile. "Yes, we do." He looks down on the cowering soul in his lieutenant's grasp. "Let's move on to better things we have here."
Later after the soul was totally corrupted the devil sat contently in his throne as he watch the stream of tormented souls flowing in his realm. "Sir, May I ask why was you so angry when you found the potion stolen, but now sit here as if nothing had happened?"
The Devil looks through his slit eyes. "That's my little pet project. Something that amplify demonic abilities."
"Then sir I will personally recover it."
But the devil's claw hand say otherwise. "Don't bother. It only works in this realm, or when a demon takes possession of a mortal form."
"But."
"And when it is used on a demon possessed, both the demon and host dies."
"Oh I guess then it doesn't matter anymore."
".After two hundred years..." Everyone in the hearing range gains a mouthful of boiling sulfur.
"Sir! That's a great weapon."
".But the demon can not leave the host with his powers intact."
"Oh!"
"Lets just drop it!"
"Yes sir."
Back to Keitaro: ^This is just like when Muchan and my face were glue together by syrup.^ Keitaro struggles to yank his memory away from the demonic spirit. He didn't realize that the demon was currently fending off an attack.
"Take that!" A priestess shouts as she cut one arm from the demon.
"Ahhh! Let go you stupid kid!" The demon feels his power slowly slips away. A shadow appears behind the struggling spirit. "What? How."
"Begone. Shimeryu Ultimate Technique: Cutting Evil Sword." She slashes down between the boy and the demon. Keitaro came awake to see the girl's sword down against his body and pain, lots of it.
"Aaaaaaa!" The demon howls in synch with Keitaro. A blistering wind came out of nowhere and blew the remaining shadows away. "I'll be back! For you, and your little birdie too!" Keitaro suddenly jumps up and ran out.
"Wait!" The girls shout after him, but he was gone.
Keitaro wakes up with a gasp. "I remember.now what?"
The morning lark woke Keitaro with its simple little song. "Oh Buddha I am late!" A streak came out of the shrine and smash against a stone pillar. "Ouch! That hurts." Doing the cowboy walk Keitaro manage to give his sore portions some slack. Already in a horse stance he prepares for his morning warm up.
A paper package came smack against the side of his head and bounce across the ground. Nursing his newest bruise Keitaro picks up the package. On it there was a note from Master Han that said; "This is the list of techniques you must master by tomorrow. Don't screw up! :p"
"Um? Okay!" He opens the package and takes out a piece of paper. Reading it carefully once he laughed. "Heck! This is easy stuff." He reaches up to scratch his head. The package drops and its content spills out. "Oh no!" Frantically the boy attempts to reorganize the large pile of cards. "I am doomed." He looks at the mess in his hands.
The sun was up by next morning. Keitaro's sweat drips down, across open scraps and dark bruises to feed the dark stain on his clothing. He strikes the sand bag in rapid successions. The huge door stood behind him was brooding in the simmering heat.
When he finished Master Han's voice came through the door. "What in the world were you doing last night?" Master Han demanded. "That wasn't how the technique is performed! Weren't you reading the cards that I had gave you? It was clear that the order of the strikes should be coming low then high, then reverse, but what you got a smattering of uncoordinated attack that would be useless in any situation! Were you sleeping in?"
"I."
Master Han sighed. "Don't say it Keitaro! I don't want to hear your excuses. Just practice on your own. I'll test you tomorrow."
The next day, Keitaro's knees lands on the ground with a resounding Thud. "I am so sorry Master."
Master Han was silent behind the Iron Gate. "Try again tomorrow." He finally said.
The next morning Keitaro picked himself off the grass mat. He had memorized the contents of the cards. "I hope this works." The staggering teen puts on his blood stained shirt. He briefly grimace when the rough cloth brush against the wounds on his body. "Just hang on." He walked out.
"Just hang on." He gasp as he renew his attack on the sand bag. Dust came off the bag as the boy's punch drill into the fabric.
Master Han held his usual silence as the boy pushes his endurance to the limit. Gradually the boy's strength gave out. "You add some creative twist to the techniques that I gave you. But it wasn't enough just to be smart; you have to persist practicing the way I gave you on the cards. So far you have relied on your durability to fill up for your lack of proper training. That can only go so far." He sighs. "I'll be back in a month. On the day I come back I will decide if you can still be my student. Good luck., Keitaro."
"Master! Wait!"
Only silence remains.
"What do I do now." A zombie like Keitaro walks the courtyard. "It will kill me if I continue to study from this mess up pile of cards. Master Han isn't going to take any excuses. Walking around aimlessly Keitaro finally trips on a broken stone, his face flattens on the ground "Whoever is up there. I need a hand." Keitaro said to the ground. The moon came out and sent a shaft of light down on the boy. He looks up, the shrine appeared ethereal, and years of damage soften by the glow of the night. "Must be a sign from Buddha." Crawling on his belly the tenderized teen went up the steps and into the foreboding darkness within.
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light Keitaro saw the Buddha in a new light. It seems to smile benevolently down on him. Tears began to well up his eyes as he struggles to get closer. Finally he was on the prayer pad looking up to the out worldly glow of the Buddha. Flopping on the floor Keitaro fought the pain to rise to his knees. "Oh great Buddha!" He choked out the few words before he started hammering his head against the ground. "Help me please! I am the most unfortunate of the universe. I was a demon possess, then he was gone without a departing verse. I was force to leave home at the age of 5, and had to travel to a different country to save my life. There I meet people who bully me because I was alone and have no money. The person who is after me chases me until I was at the Shaolin Temple, where I finally have peace although its kind of funny. But now because of my clumsiness Master Han is going to abandon me. I am so scared cause the only friend I have is leaving me." Finishing his speech, Keitaro took a deep breath. "Umm, so can you help me?"
A sinking feeling suddenly came over Keitaro. Then the ground gave away from under him. "Aaaahhhh!" ^Rejected!^ About five minutes pass by as the boy travels down a long tub. Pop! Keitaro came out of the other end. Rolling on agony Keitaro thought. ^Am I in hell?^ Opening his eyes he saw that a dark chamber was before him with breezes coming out with the smell of old paper. ^What is going on?^
Chapter 3; The Sealed Caves
"Ah! The sacred shrine of Buddha, the only place I could find answer to my troubles. Now I must pray to receive his wise guidance." Searching through the vaulted place a thought suddenly hits Keitaro. ^May be the dreams that haunts me are but self-delusions which came from my want of companionship. After all, it has been years since I had meet a friend, or my family.^ He closed his eyes and looks deep inside himself. ^But if I imagine the whole thing up, then what is my purpose of being here.^ A flutter announces the shadow from his dreams. A hard knot forms in Keitaro's throat as he turns to face the fear that drove him from home.
A beautiful girl in kendo uniform dropped down right before his face. Her straight silky black hair glide around the young Keitaro, becoming a part of the darkness as the white robe on her shone against the lack of light. Cherry lips broaden to show a carefree smile. "You must be Keikun! I had been looking all over for you." Smooth, soft stands of hair gently embrace the 5 yrs old Keikun.
Keitaro was standing motionless. ^I am in love!^ A large percentage of blood rushes up to his face. "Um hi." Whispering Keitaro could feel his heart thump against his ribs. ^Is it because of fear or love?^ The scene abruptly changes, now Keitaro was bound on a stake covered with seals. The smell of incense was lightly treading in the air. "Anon? What am I doing here?" He felt a blindfold being put over his eyes. "What is going on?"
"Shhh." A girl's breath tickles Keitaro's ear. "Don't worry! We will be done soon." The smell of burning incense strengthens as a deep solemn chanting accent the girl's voice.
A sliver of panic drove into Keitaro's heart as he hears the rasp of metal. "What.what are you doing?" He struggles against the ropes that hold him to the stake. "Let me go! Let me go, now!" His hand came free with a snap, but someone quickly grasp and refasten the free hand.
A grim overtone came to the girl's voice as she loops the seal laden rope around the young boy's arm. "This is for your own good. If you don't resist, it will be less painful for you."
Keitaro blanch at the mentioning of pain. "No! I don't want it! Let me go! I want my mom! Mom! Mom!" Thrashing wildly he snaps the ropes holding him and drops down from the stake. With one hand he reach for the blind fold. The other hand he tries to ward off the people around him. Instantly he grabs something lacy between two round things. He pulls the blindfold partially from his eyes. Two flaming irises glares at him from just finger tip distance. "Um, hello?" His back broke out cold sweats.
"You little pervert!" Screams the 14 yrs old shorthaired girl in hand, her hand rise to slap the wide-eyed boy silly. As it whistles down to deliver a stinging print a black aura wraps around Keikun's offending hand. A wave of thunder erupts from between Keikun and the kneeling priestess. "Aaaaaaaaaa!" Screaming the girl flew against a wall with her clothing burnt, but flesh intact. Barely conscious she looks down to see her decency was still preserved and faint.
"S.sorry! Are you alright?" Keitaro ran up to the girl, only to suddenly feel his heart stops and the dark aura ripping it's way out of his body.
^Fufufu! This is entertaining. A half done priestess standing against a fully embodied demon such as I. It's a pity, that boy locked me in his mind so that I couldn't feast upon your flesh.^ The shadow strokes its nebulous chin. ^I still don't get how he did it. I was sweeping his mind out along with all other unnecessary junks then he suddenly goes berserk, screaming about some obscure promise and shoved me.somewhere. Oh well! Now that I am free, I have no need for this pathetic host. The world shall know my evil for all eternity. Mhahahahahahaha.^ He concentrates on pulling himself from the boy's body. Little by little the shadow exit out of Keitaro's body. "Stop being so attach to me you baby! I am not that crazy Liddokun thing that you saw on TV. What? I got your promise?" The shadow's progress of escape jars to a stop. "Ouch that hurt! You little freak! Who wants your stupid promise? You want it? Fu! This is stupid! You think that's going to happen? I am a demon! You fool. I live on the suffering of others." He pauses. "Very touching, but I am not going to waste my time."
"That is right. Because your time is up." Despite the pain of feeling his soul being ripped apart, Keitaro force himself to look at his savior. The girl's sword was unsheathed and a dozen other similarly armed priestesses were right behind her. The girl's clothing was torn in several places and her right arm was hastily bandaged, but despite her injuries she held her sword firm in her delicate fingers. "Shimeryu Ultimate Techique: Cutting Evil Sword!"
"Ha! Such puny attack won't destroy me!" Shadow sneer as he casually blocked the attack with one paw. He inhales the tendrils of shadow from all around, which gathers around the demon and form into a massive blob. He shouts. "Now my shadow servant attack!" Everyone tense for a massive bloodshed.
The blob sank to the ground and inch towards his maker. "Mmaaasster, Iii am reeaady."
The demon deflates at the words. "I know you are a little slow. But attack the priestesses now!" He points at the girls at the door. "You can at least follow some orders."
"Master?" The voice of the blob sharpens. "Oh-Master? Are you there?" The blob sends out a tendril to poke Keitaro in the ribs.
Smack! Everyone on the scene except Keitaro and the blob meets with the floor.
"Blasted Creature! I am your maker!" The demon's roar shook the room. "Now obey ME and Attack her!" He points at the leading priestess.
"I don't think that is possible, sir." The blob answers back. "Since the power that creates me was clearly within here." He points at Keitaro's chest.
^Argh! That's why! I haven't finish separating from that child so that fool is mistaken him to be me.^ "Curse it! I'll do this by myself!" The priestesses scatter and surround the demon. "You think this would help? Fools!" Several arms form out from his body and points at each girl. "Then again you won't have to, since you all going to die!" The dark aura flares, and then dies. "What!" He looks down fearfully.
Keitaro snores lightly. All the girls' eyes turn sparkly. "Kawwaaiiiii!"
"Nooooooo!" The demonic shriek brought the girls back to reality. Many arms grasp for a handhold as the demon slowly shrinks. "What's happening?"
The priestesses collect their unconscious companion. "She is alive!"
"Good! Now what is it doing?"
"It's losing power!"
"Want apple juice.thirsty.more." The boy murmurs in his sleep.
Some where in hell: Satan looks into his refrigerator for. "Hey! That was the last bottle!" His lieutenant's eyes widen as he clutch a damned soul by the neck.
"Sir! Who else would want to make another demon? No one knows about the potion except us!"
"That is right. I also change the label.Oh." That moment whole new specie of curses came into existence. The sound of foul mouthing echoes out from the caves of hell to the gates of heaven.
God frowns at the sound of his fallen son's voice. "I should really have a talk with that kid."
Gasping for breath the king of hell glares at his lieutenant. "We must find the potion, now." He rips open a hole in space and pull out a mirror. "Where is the potion!"
"Patience boss." The mirror answers back. The dark surface resolves into an empty bottle.
"It's gone." The devil sigh. "That's."
"Sir. We do have other ways of making demons." The underling backs away slowly.
Devil looks up with a smile. "Yes, we do." He looks down on the cowering soul in his lieutenant's grasp. "Let's move on to better things we have here."
Later after the soul was totally corrupted the devil sat contently in his throne as he watch the stream of tormented souls flowing in his realm. "Sir, May I ask why was you so angry when you found the potion stolen, but now sit here as if nothing had happened?"
The Devil looks through his slit eyes. "That's my little pet project. Something that amplify demonic abilities."
"Then sir I will personally recover it."
But the devil's claw hand say otherwise. "Don't bother. It only works in this realm, or when a demon takes possession of a mortal form."
"But."
"And when it is used on a demon possessed, both the demon and host dies."
"Oh I guess then it doesn't matter anymore."
".After two hundred years..." Everyone in the hearing range gains a mouthful of boiling sulfur.
"Sir! That's a great weapon."
".But the demon can not leave the host with his powers intact."
"Oh!"
"Lets just drop it!"
"Yes sir."
Back to Keitaro: ^This is just like when Muchan and my face were glue together by syrup.^ Keitaro struggles to yank his memory away from the demonic spirit. He didn't realize that the demon was currently fending off an attack.
"Take that!" A priestess shouts as she cut one arm from the demon.
"Ahhh! Let go you stupid kid!" The demon feels his power slowly slips away. A shadow appears behind the struggling spirit. "What? How."
"Begone. Shimeryu Ultimate Technique: Cutting Evil Sword." She slashes down between the boy and the demon. Keitaro came awake to see the girl's sword down against his body and pain, lots of it.
"Aaaaaaa!" The demon howls in synch with Keitaro. A blistering wind came out of nowhere and blew the remaining shadows away. "I'll be back! For you, and your little birdie too!" Keitaro suddenly jumps up and ran out.
"Wait!" The girls shout after him, but he was gone.
Keitaro wakes up with a gasp. "I remember.now what?"
The morning lark woke Keitaro with its simple little song. "Oh Buddha I am late!" A streak came out of the shrine and smash against a stone pillar. "Ouch! That hurts." Doing the cowboy walk Keitaro manage to give his sore portions some slack. Already in a horse stance he prepares for his morning warm up.
A paper package came smack against the side of his head and bounce across the ground. Nursing his newest bruise Keitaro picks up the package. On it there was a note from Master Han that said; "This is the list of techniques you must master by tomorrow. Don't screw up! :p"
"Um? Okay!" He opens the package and takes out a piece of paper. Reading it carefully once he laughed. "Heck! This is easy stuff." He reaches up to scratch his head. The package drops and its content spills out. "Oh no!" Frantically the boy attempts to reorganize the large pile of cards. "I am doomed." He looks at the mess in his hands.
The sun was up by next morning. Keitaro's sweat drips down, across open scraps and dark bruises to feed the dark stain on his clothing. He strikes the sand bag in rapid successions. The huge door stood behind him was brooding in the simmering heat.
When he finished Master Han's voice came through the door. "What in the world were you doing last night?" Master Han demanded. "That wasn't how the technique is performed! Weren't you reading the cards that I had gave you? It was clear that the order of the strikes should be coming low then high, then reverse, but what you got a smattering of uncoordinated attack that would be useless in any situation! Were you sleeping in?"
"I."
Master Han sighed. "Don't say it Keitaro! I don't want to hear your excuses. Just practice on your own. I'll test you tomorrow."
The next day, Keitaro's knees lands on the ground with a resounding Thud. "I am so sorry Master."
Master Han was silent behind the Iron Gate. "Try again tomorrow." He finally said.
The next morning Keitaro picked himself off the grass mat. He had memorized the contents of the cards. "I hope this works." The staggering teen puts on his blood stained shirt. He briefly grimace when the rough cloth brush against the wounds on his body. "Just hang on." He walked out.
"Just hang on." He gasp as he renew his attack on the sand bag. Dust came off the bag as the boy's punch drill into the fabric.
Master Han held his usual silence as the boy pushes his endurance to the limit. Gradually the boy's strength gave out. "You add some creative twist to the techniques that I gave you. But it wasn't enough just to be smart; you have to persist practicing the way I gave you on the cards. So far you have relied on your durability to fill up for your lack of proper training. That can only go so far." He sighs. "I'll be back in a month. On the day I come back I will decide if you can still be my student. Good luck., Keitaro."
"Master! Wait!"
Only silence remains.
"What do I do now." A zombie like Keitaro walks the courtyard. "It will kill me if I continue to study from this mess up pile of cards. Master Han isn't going to take any excuses. Walking around aimlessly Keitaro finally trips on a broken stone, his face flattens on the ground "Whoever is up there. I need a hand." Keitaro said to the ground. The moon came out and sent a shaft of light down on the boy. He looks up, the shrine appeared ethereal, and years of damage soften by the glow of the night. "Must be a sign from Buddha." Crawling on his belly the tenderized teen went up the steps and into the foreboding darkness within.
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light Keitaro saw the Buddha in a new light. It seems to smile benevolently down on him. Tears began to well up his eyes as he struggles to get closer. Finally he was on the prayer pad looking up to the out worldly glow of the Buddha. Flopping on the floor Keitaro fought the pain to rise to his knees. "Oh great Buddha!" He choked out the few words before he started hammering his head against the ground. "Help me please! I am the most unfortunate of the universe. I was a demon possess, then he was gone without a departing verse. I was force to leave home at the age of 5, and had to travel to a different country to save my life. There I meet people who bully me because I was alone and have no money. The person who is after me chases me until I was at the Shaolin Temple, where I finally have peace although its kind of funny. But now because of my clumsiness Master Han is going to abandon me. I am so scared cause the only friend I have is leaving me." Finishing his speech, Keitaro took a deep breath. "Umm, so can you help me?"
A sinking feeling suddenly came over Keitaro. Then the ground gave away from under him. "Aaaahhhh!" ^Rejected!^ About five minutes pass by as the boy travels down a long tub. Pop! Keitaro came out of the other end. Rolling on agony Keitaro thought. ^Am I in hell?^ Opening his eyes he saw that a dark chamber was before him with breezes coming out with the smell of old paper. ^What is going on?^