Oni Kamen
A fan fiction by Phantom Crossing
Okay, Hope everyone liked the interlude, as it is now time for chapter two.
I hope those of you with a weak constitution can handle what may soon happen. For if you know anything of Oni, then you shall be afraid...be very afraid. Yeah, I was feeling evil in writing this. How evil? Well, this evil...
Yum! Human flesh!
That's how evil I felt when writing this chapter.
Anyway, I present you with Chapter one of Oni Kamen....
But first, I just realized I only assumed Kamen meant mask...am I wrong? If I am then I'll change it post haste, but for now I let it be. Please, someone who knows, please tell me!
Story time
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Oni Kamen Chapter 1 The hunger
Akane stared at her moonlit reflection in the waters of the canal she would walk alongside on her way to school. Reaching out she touched the water with an outstretched finger. As the ripples passed through the image of her face, she hoped it would change what she saw. The image remained the same.
Her hair was now a wild and unkempt mane that went down past the small of her back. Her greenish gray skin looked slightly coarse in the light. Her body was much larger now, her muscles more defined as she stood about seven feet in height. She also noticed her bust was considerably larger, but looked proportionate on this new body. Raising her right hand to her head, she rubbed one of the small horns between her thumb and index finger, style not totally believing what had happened to her.
"What...what happened," her eyes watered as she began to cry.
What remained of her school uniform was in tatters on parts of this body and on the ground of the vacant lot she left behind, alongside her school bag which she discarded in haste after discovering she had become some kind of monster.
"What happened...what am I?" she begged curling up in a ball.
She remembered the mask, she remembered the voice. She didn't know what was going on. Stuff like this wasn't real, things like this didn't happen. Magic, demons, and monsters weren't real. These thoughts kept going through her head until she found something new. It was something that felt small at first but began to grow; a feeling that was familiar yet foreign. She dried her tears and stood up, looking towards the stars as she realized what this feeling was...hunger.
This body, it hungered. It had developed an appetite that needed to be sated. She could feel its pull on her mind growing, demanding to eat. She didn't know what it wanted, but she knew this body demanded to be satisfied. That need began to overwhelm her current confusion and worry.
"ARGH!" the scream sounded in the distance.
On instinct alone, Akane leapt up and from rooftop to rooftop towards the direction of the scream. Eventually she found herself far from the residential area of Nerima and in the area around the market. She stopped on one rooftop and looked down into the alleyway below. She traveled the distance of a mile in ten seconds since the scream had sounded.
In the alley way was a boy, roughly eleven or twelve years old, who was pressed up against the wall of building with a knife to his throat. An older boy, maybe twenty, held the knife with sinister look in his eyes.
"I told you runt...I told you to give me the money. I told you it was your last chance," he grinned trailing the tip of the blade up and down the boy's neck in a morbid playfulness.
"I – I – I never owed you anything. Why do I have to pay you what I need to keep my family from loosing our home," the boy shut his eyes tight as he spoke.
"Because I let you live when I could have done this to you before," the older boy said, "But at least now I know I'll get my satisfaction...just not in monetary form,"
He gripped the child's shoulder with his free hand and drew the knife high with the intent to bring it down into the boy's chest.
As he was about to deliver the blow, something grabbed his wrist and crushed it. He screamed and released the child, who ran away in fear at what he had just seen, the stuff of nightmares. As the older boy turned around, the last thing he saw were the glowing yellow eyes and brilliant white teeth. Then there was only a snarl as they came suddenly closer. And after that there was pain, darkness, and death.
Soun Tendo sat solemnly in the hospital waiting room. Three days ago his youngest daughter went missing. The only trace of her at the time was the discovery of her school bags and the tattered remains of her school uniform in a vacant lot between the dojo and her school. The worst had been assumed and he and his other daughters had gathered the neighborhood into the search effort. Two hours ago, she was found washed up under a bridge over the ward's canal. She was naked and suffering from hypothermia. Luckily they had found her just in time.
Three more hours passed. Kasumi and Nabiki joined their father in the waiting room. A doctor came out and requested to speak with them. Soon they were led to the room where Akane was waiting. She had woken up and was starring at the ceiling, shaking in fear.
Soun rushed over and gently wrapped his arms around his youngest daughter, his baby. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he was reunited with his missing child.
"Akane, oh god my child," he sobbed, "Everything is okay now. You'll be home,"
"Thank goodness you're alright Akane," Kasumi demurely spoke as a few tears slid down her cheeks and past her returning smile.
"You gave us a scare baby sister," Nabiki was also visibly streaming tears, "the same night you disappeared someone was murdered. It's so good to know you're alright,"
As her elder sisters joined the embrace, Akane began to calm down and her eyes also began tearing up. She was still so scared. She was still so confused. All she knew now was that she was with her family again, they were together and she was alright, she was human again. But she knew what she felt two days ago would return...she knew it would come back to haunt her. That lingering presence which fueled the monster she had been for two days.
The hunger that she knew she would feel. The hunger that she knew she would have to satisfy.
And she knew she would have to find a way to avoid the cost of that hunger.
End Chapter 1...
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Wow, was that evil enough for everyone?
I hope so as I am feeling quite evil right now
Maybe my next fic should involve the age mushrooms?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
BRILLIANT!!!!!!
But this one will still continue.
I hope you like this little bit of evil.
Because it can be quite fun
Besides, you have to be evil when you are majoring in the liberal black arts
With a minor in geomancery studies
Okay, Hope everyone liked the interlude, as it is now time for chapter two.
I hope those of you with a weak constitution can handle what may soon happen. For if you know anything of Oni, then you shall be afraid...be very afraid. Yeah, I was feeling evil in writing this. How evil? Well, this evil...
Yum! Human flesh!
That's how evil I felt when writing this chapter.
Anyway, I present you with Chapter one of Oni Kamen....
But first, I just realized I only assumed Kamen meant mask...am I wrong? If I am then I'll change it post haste, but for now I let it be. Please, someone who knows, please tell me!
Story time
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Oni Kamen Chapter 1 The hunger
Akane stared at her moonlit reflection in the waters of the canal she would walk alongside on her way to school. Reaching out she touched the water with an outstretched finger. As the ripples passed through the image of her face, she hoped it would change what she saw. The image remained the same.
Her hair was now a wild and unkempt mane that went down past the small of her back. Her greenish gray skin looked slightly coarse in the light. Her body was much larger now, her muscles more defined as she stood about seven feet in height. She also noticed her bust was considerably larger, but looked proportionate on this new body. Raising her right hand to her head, she rubbed one of the small horns between her thumb and index finger, style not totally believing what had happened to her.
"What...what happened," her eyes watered as she began to cry.
What remained of her school uniform was in tatters on parts of this body and on the ground of the vacant lot she left behind, alongside her school bag which she discarded in haste after discovering she had become some kind of monster.
"What happened...what am I?" she begged curling up in a ball.
She remembered the mask, she remembered the voice. She didn't know what was going on. Stuff like this wasn't real, things like this didn't happen. Magic, demons, and monsters weren't real. These thoughts kept going through her head until she found something new. It was something that felt small at first but began to grow; a feeling that was familiar yet foreign. She dried her tears and stood up, looking towards the stars as she realized what this feeling was...hunger.
This body, it hungered. It had developed an appetite that needed to be sated. She could feel its pull on her mind growing, demanding to eat. She didn't know what it wanted, but she knew this body demanded to be satisfied. That need began to overwhelm her current confusion and worry.
"ARGH!" the scream sounded in the distance.
On instinct alone, Akane leapt up and from rooftop to rooftop towards the direction of the scream. Eventually she found herself far from the residential area of Nerima and in the area around the market. She stopped on one rooftop and looked down into the alleyway below. She traveled the distance of a mile in ten seconds since the scream had sounded.
In the alley way was a boy, roughly eleven or twelve years old, who was pressed up against the wall of building with a knife to his throat. An older boy, maybe twenty, held the knife with sinister look in his eyes.
"I told you runt...I told you to give me the money. I told you it was your last chance," he grinned trailing the tip of the blade up and down the boy's neck in a morbid playfulness.
"I – I – I never owed you anything. Why do I have to pay you what I need to keep my family from loosing our home," the boy shut his eyes tight as he spoke.
"Because I let you live when I could have done this to you before," the older boy said, "But at least now I know I'll get my satisfaction...just not in monetary form,"
He gripped the child's shoulder with his free hand and drew the knife high with the intent to bring it down into the boy's chest.
As he was about to deliver the blow, something grabbed his wrist and crushed it. He screamed and released the child, who ran away in fear at what he had just seen, the stuff of nightmares. As the older boy turned around, the last thing he saw were the glowing yellow eyes and brilliant white teeth. Then there was only a snarl as they came suddenly closer. And after that there was pain, darkness, and death.
Soun Tendo sat solemnly in the hospital waiting room. Three days ago his youngest daughter went missing. The only trace of her at the time was the discovery of her school bags and the tattered remains of her school uniform in a vacant lot between the dojo and her school. The worst had been assumed and he and his other daughters had gathered the neighborhood into the search effort. Two hours ago, she was found washed up under a bridge over the ward's canal. She was naked and suffering from hypothermia. Luckily they had found her just in time.
Three more hours passed. Kasumi and Nabiki joined their father in the waiting room. A doctor came out and requested to speak with them. Soon they were led to the room where Akane was waiting. She had woken up and was starring at the ceiling, shaking in fear.
Soun rushed over and gently wrapped his arms around his youngest daughter, his baby. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he was reunited with his missing child.
"Akane, oh god my child," he sobbed, "Everything is okay now. You'll be home,"
"Thank goodness you're alright Akane," Kasumi demurely spoke as a few tears slid down her cheeks and past her returning smile.
"You gave us a scare baby sister," Nabiki was also visibly streaming tears, "the same night you disappeared someone was murdered. It's so good to know you're alright,"
As her elder sisters joined the embrace, Akane began to calm down and her eyes also began tearing up. She was still so scared. She was still so confused. All she knew now was that she was with her family again, they were together and she was alright, she was human again. But she knew what she felt two days ago would return...she knew it would come back to haunt her. That lingering presence which fueled the monster she had been for two days.
The hunger that she knew she would feel. The hunger that she knew she would have to satisfy.
And she knew she would have to find a way to avoid the cost of that hunger.
End Chapter 1...
_---------_
Wow, was that evil enough for everyone?
I hope so as I am feeling quite evil right now
Maybe my next fic should involve the age mushrooms?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
BRILLIANT!!!!!!
But this one will still continue.
I hope you like this little bit of evil.
Because it can be quite fun
Besides, you have to be evil when you are majoring in the liberal black arts
With a minor in geomancery studies