I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS, I DON'T EVEN WANT TO PRETEND I DO. NOW ENJOY THE FIC, AN' PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW IT!!! I also have gotten the permision to use Urako, from my good friend Fannie-dono, also known as Fanfiction Wanderer, so please please please, don't think I"m tryin' to rip her off, cause she's just that cool!!
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Liberation, or Domination?
Urako stares blankly at the thing standing in the door to her dojo.
"Who the hell are you?" she snarls as the shambling black thing advances.
In response the mound of dirt, stains, and twigs shambles forward surprisingly agile and balanced. Within a few feet of the assasin, a gleaming katana appears, slashing for her head. Urako leaps away, gasping at the recognition of the blade.
"Shidobu?" she askes in shocked amazement.
The thing snarls, continuing to press on Urako. She spins and leaps into the rafters, keeping her gaze on the shambling horror that had been her student and friend.
"Shidobu, fight it, what ever has you, use your chi! Use your spirit I know you can fight it!" Urako urges, using her own katana to keep the Shidobu thing from bringing the dojo down on there heads.
This halts the mound of darkness. It twitches spazmodically and drops the katana. Urako leaps down and snatches the blade away. The thing stares at her and the blade, eyes wide in horror, anger, sorrow, rage, hate, and confusion. It looks around and then shivers as it rushes to the door, its last glance full of promise, hatred, and sorrow.
"Good luck my student, good luck my friend...." Urako trails off as she neels down to watch over the thing with her chi.
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The thing stumbles down the alleys of crates and barrels, slamming into them in fits of sporatic anger and fighting.
'GIVE ME BACK MY BODY!!!' Shidobu screams in his now dark and suffocating mind.
A strange haunting melody, and a small little girl appears in his mind, everything growing hazy and groggy.
'NOOOOOO NOT AGAIN, I WONT LET YOU.... no..... not.....again....' Shidobu thinks as the darkness stirs to consume him in its depths again.
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Her dark shambling slave stumbles into her lair, its rags dripping with the sewage it had to wade through. The stench is horrible, but somethings must be endured to ensure the greater victory.
"Its about time you returned, you arn't allowed to fight, I covered this with you long ago, Derukone," Arimi titters as the thing shuffles into its possition by the tunnel leading into the dark and damp man made cavern.
Upon ariving there, she had made sure that only one enterance was large enough for things to enter. She also made sure that the other exits where small enough for her to get through and destroy. She giggled in delight, and looked expectantly at the creature. "Sooo you killed her did you not?"
The thing trembled from side to side, hunching over in its possition.
"Well why not!?!" Arimi squaked, stalking over to the thing, glaring at it, and carressing the locket. "I told you to kill her! Why didn't you! Your supposed to be unstoppable, your supposed to have been Genkai's apprentice!"
The thing stood silently through it all, its eyes the only "clean" things, though they look as though unseeing.
"YOUR GOING TO GO BACK OUT THERE UNTILL SHE'S DEAD SO THAT I CAN DESTROY THIS PITIFUL PLACE AND GAIN MY TRUE POWER IN THE DEMON WORLD!!!" Arimi raged at the retreating form of the thing.
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Kiri giggled as she walked the streets. Yes she did get odd looks with her long white bunny ears, and fluffy cotton ball tail, but she didn't care. Iriam skulked along behind her, his black trenchcoat pulled up to hide his large black and ice blue fox tail, and large fennec fox ears. He was grumbling about the naivete of little girls and children not knowing when to listen to their elder's, his usual blather. She skipped merrilly along, looking into the windows of the various shops she passed, ooooing and awwwwwing at the cute outfits on display.
"Oooo oooo Iriam, how much did Mommy say I could spend!?" she asked excitedly as she pointed to a short light pink top with a bunny on it, with a pair of slightly darker pink short shorts.
Iriam sighed at his little sisters antics, and closed his eyes for a moment remembering his Mother's words. "She can only spend $1000. Make sure she doesn't spend over that, we can't afford to look too wealthy in America, we arn't as well based here."
Iriam sighed and then gazed at his now bouncing sister, and whispered, "Up to a $1000 sis."
Kiri squealed in delight, grabbing Iriam's hand and drags him excitedly into the store. Iriam sighed and then opened his eyes in wide surprise as shirts, shorts, skirts, pants, and all sorts of clothes where flung at him, with him leaping and struggling to catch and hold them all.
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After a few hours of standing around waiting for his sis to finish trying on all of the clothes, his legs felt numb. The worst part was, out of the 100 sum odd outfits she only bout about 5, spending a total of near $150. He muttered under his breath about the unfairness of it all, and how this was going to be a horrible day. He hated shopping with his sis, cause it took so long, and she was so picky, which was understanable because of her little tail. However it was his duty to make sure she was safe, which meant doing just about everything with her, so he took it in silent resignation and made the best of it, which you usually amounted to him thinking of several ways of escape and many fun combat spars back in the spirit world. Suddenly something felt wrong. He looked at his sister, who was standing deathly still, her usual pose when something felt wrong, and then he looked around. The street was cleared of people, with only one other thing near them. It was a black mound, of vaguely humaniod shape, covered in stains, dark matter, and a stench permated around it like a sinuous net. Ghastly thin hands appeared from it, the nails long, broken and sharp as it rushed at them. Iriam frowned and dashed in front of his sister, dropping her bags behind her, knowing full well that if they got so much as a stray hair on them that they would be returned and the whole damn trip would have to happen all over again. He watched the charging thing warilly, then ducking under it to snatch one of its legs and hurl it away from his sister into a wall. As it slammed into the concreate, it grunted and landed on its feet to charge again, darting and bobbing in its path to the girl. Its dirty clawed fingers, rushed for Iriam's throat as he raced by, only to be clasped in a black furred paw, the claws digging slightly into the skin to be tripped by his own momentum into the asphalt of the street. Iriam quickly put it into a restraining hold, only to end up with a smattering of black cobwebs in his arms and face, soon to disspearse as dark mist in the sunlight.
Iriam frowned as he turned to his sis, "I think we should go home for a bit, and continue your foray a little later?"
Kiri nodded numbly, her eyes wide with fear, which she reeked of. Iriam took her hand and her bags and escorted her to a small empty alley and then called up the Ice gate. His personal spirit ability to transport himself and his friends, or charges to the spirit world. He allowed his sister to step in before him, to the spirit palace of his folks to relate the tail to them. He was sure Kowinma would hear of it one way or another, most likely from their parrents.
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The thing staggered in the crates, clutching at its head as memories of a black haired kid that could shoot these big blueish bolts of spirit energy, and another person, a red haired guy, that could use these orange yellow swords of spirit energy. A blue haired woman that rode on an oar and yelled at him all the time. His eyes opened wide in extreme pain as a little girl walked into view from behind a crate, tsking softly.
"And here I thought you where powerful Derukone. But no, your a worthless human that is bettered by the locket.... such a dissappointment, no wonder America is ours...." Arimi spat, venom dripping from her words.
Shidobu's eyes widened in horror as he remembers the darkness invading his every pore, his every being. It nearly seeped into his soul, if not for his spirit energy and emotions. "You" he choked, as he doubled over again, the darkness slamming into his precariously released mind.
He staggered again, as though his mental being was his now physical condition.
"You know your a great dissappointment Derukone, I expected so much from you. But I suppose you really are just a new cop. Your fresh blood, and meat for us Demons Derukone, so now I will say good bye. But naturally you know what will happen when I say that..." Arimi tittered as she half turned from the now freed Shidobu.
"My name..... isn't..... Derukone...." Shidobu huffed, as he could feel his mind slipping to darkness.
"It will be Derukone, for as long as I want it to be. You see, your mind is useless, but your body is quite useful." Arimi said lightly, a malicious glint in her eyes.
Shidobu shuttered as his mind took another beating from the darkness. Inside he roared, thowing himself against the darkness. 'NO NO MORE!!!!! I WILL NOT BE HER SLAVE ANY MORE!!!! I WILL NOT LET IT END LIKE THIS!!!' Shidobu silently screamed, as he tore through the darkness, like a shining knife. It rushed away from him, as though struggling to run from his mind. Then he felt what he was doing. He wasn't cutting through it, he was pulling for it, trying to devour it like a good dessert. Then it came in torrents, drowning him, yet fufilling him. It was a sensation of death, and great life all at the same time. He saw into his mind and then saw as though through some one else, the look of complete confusion and horror on Arimi's face, as she realized what he was doing. She had continued to feed him the darkness. He lunged, all the while watching as though in a dream, as though he was in another place watching from a movie seat with pop corn and soda. His fist slammed into Arimi's cheek, a dark energy flame surrounding it, showing the use of his spirit power. Dark spirit energy coursed in waves all along his body, enhancing his every move, his entire being raise to a new level of performance. He saw his knee rise to her other cheek, slamming her into the crates surrounding them which shattered on her contact in a shower of wood. He was over her faster than he could register, a look of surprise on Arimi's face as he double pounded her into the ground creating a large crater. He then landed over her, his fists pummelling into her stomach an inumerable amount of times, like a dark fire barage, as each attack was powered by the stolen spirit energy. He felt it slowly begin to drain back to where it had come from, then pick up its pace, draining away some of his own spirit energy as well. His senses returned to normal and he slumped over Arimi's body, her eyes still shocked and surprised. He started panting heavilly, and staggered away from her.
"Wah..... Wah just.... Wah just happend?" he whispered silently.