( I'd like to thank those who are reading this... =D Makes me happy, hehe. I
hope those who are reading this will enjoy the story as it goes on and I
know I haven't been writing much bout Chihiro but I'm just getting started
with this and I guarantee she'll appear more often in the story in a few
chapters. )
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Chapter 6: The Other World : Distraction of a False Target Becomes Luck
"Stop right there!!"
A voice shouted into the distance as a dragon raced against through the forest, whipping its tail from side to side and within each swing, a powerful amount of wind whipped against the trees that caused many branches to snap. It was white and had a long slender body. Its eye color was a deepening ocean blue. Its claws were huge the greenish blue hair ran through his back. It has four furious claws that were ready to strike at any moment. The dragon had blood all over its body as it swiftly moved by air just a few inches off the ground.
"I said STOP!"
A girl wearing a black headgear had two horns attached from one side of the hat and on the other. It had four shiny rubies engraved into the metal headgear and black hair streamed out from the sides, going down past her ears, all the way down to her waist.
She leapt off the tree branch from the left, located far back of the forest and pounced upon the beast's back, charging it directly it into the ground, head first, as she grabbed its long white whisker's drawing it back. The head lifted up instantly in the air, with his head jerked back as the beast roared in anger. The wind picked up furiously as it blasted against the girl's hair, battering it into her face and the beast. The girl quickly slipped the gold handled hilt of her dagger hidden under from her black leather boots and placed it directly under the beast's throat; readying to slit it apart if it made any more movement. Right there, the beast's stopped and breathed hard as its saliva poured out from the edges of its mouth. Slowly the girl had loosened her grip and then slammed the hilt against the beast side of his head and lashed out some sort of electrical steel collar around his neck that shot out at unspeakable speed from her bare hands. He dropped to the ground and groaned in pain with a roar. Dust puffed up from the floor and was carried away by the winds.
She leapt off to the ground, both hands down on one knee touching the ground. Her glance turned cold, she stood up on both feet and chuckled as she closed her eyes and spoke.
"Listen Haku... I really don't want to do this but you really give me no choice... Either you would have to agree with me or pay the consequences. Ever since Daiki handed you to me (with a weak control on you), you snapped off like crazy! You already broke out from Daiki's limited control. Is that not enough?"
Opening her eyes, the girl pushed a little blue button her wristwatch as it sent in an electrical shock as Haku roared even louder. His eyes bulged out then slowly Haku nodded his head. His eyes were burning with anger and his body had already started to bleed again through some wounds on his sides.
The girl ran her fingers against his neck and a bright holy light emitted from her hands that soon closed the minor cuts on his body.
"Now that's a good boy. Just sniff it out and we'll be done with this torment ya hear? We've been searching for a few years but nothing. It's time for the next village in this world."
She said in a cheerful way. Haku saw it this way, she was evil and good and quite young she looked, maybe only sixteen? Yeah, that must have been it. She didn't look too smart either...Maybe he could fool her? It was worth a try after all.
Haku snapped his large jaw at the girl in a friendly way and pointed the tip of nose over to the right. His large whisker's whipped around against the dirt.
"So you're finally communicating, good boy... Come on, let's move it!!!"
She jumped on his back and grabbed Haku's hair that lined down from his head to the end of his tail. Haku growled as warm smoke was released out from his nostrils. He raced off, kicking out dust that created large mounds of dirt with his hind legs.
~~~~~~~~~Chuuin (Seven-Week Mourning Period) Village~~~~~~~~~~
"He's dead, isn't he mommy?"
A little child said as she stared at the lifeless body.
"Let me perform a proper ritual."
The tall dark figure said. He was wearing a dark blood red cloak that reached all the way down to the floor with a hood over his face, over his eyes, over his appearance. He reached his hand out to the dead body that was soon arranged to fit into a small, tight coffin box. His hand was placed on the chest of the dead man and it emitted a green eerie glow.
"I will send his soul to let it pass on."
He announced to the crowd of people that surrounded him, all in happiness, eagerness and amazement. They believed this man was sent by god himself...The light shined brightly and soon the appearance of the man's soul was brought out to the let the people's naked eyes see the poor soul enter into the head of the staff, shaped of a skull, that the cloaked man held in his left free hand. A moment of silence then what looked to the people's eyes, the soul was shot out up into the air and into the sky then disappeared. The cloaked man's lips formed a devious grin for the soul was still trapped within his staff where he took their source of power for a way to gain his powers to make it greater.
Tears of the people came out and the women covered their children's eyes. The village men grabbed the dead body by the arms, dragging it to the fire that roared brightly into the darkness and tossed it in, literally, to let it burn into black ashes.
Soon, everyone fell down to their knees and clasped their hands together, praying.
"Let us, appreciate this man for dying to continue the 1000 year old ritual that has been passed down from generation, to generation... From here on, in this village, we shall continue these sacrifices so the gods that sent me here will lend me the power, to aid the people of the village. Now, we start the seven-week mourning in this village. As you all know, through out this period, we must follow to the rules that apply till the last week where we must then kill off a creature that lurks in the forest nearby and sacrifice to the gods once more to complete the last part of the ritual!"
The cloaked man said in a proud voice as he lifted his staff up into the air and a dark light that shrieked aloud over the crowd of people. Slowly, beams of light could be seen from the people's body pulling outwards and entering into the skull of the staff. Slowly, bit-by-bit, the faces became pale. Soon, their eyes just closed and they stoned like cement had devoured their living bodies.
A cackle came from the man and he laughed like a maniac after a moment the energies of the people had all been pulled into the skull, giving the man more power. At that point, time seemed like it was frozen. No one moved and it was utter silence in each turn.
"You pathetic humans... Always this stupid...."
He cackled then walked away from the ritual circle that had been layed out at the center of the village. He pulled off the hood revealing pure blood red hair that streamed down to his back, tied at the end. His face was a pure dark color, tanned skin and his eyes showed madness in it. He stood around 6'11'' and maybe mid 20's. He couldn't help but laugh each time he did this, for the last 1000 years, only a few smart ones found it odd and confronted him but in the end, maybe they weren't so smart... because they ended up dying.
The frozen days was finally interrupted...
On a depressing day, the body of the people remained lifeless until the cloaked man allowed too or the seven-week mourning period had come to a halt. The cloaked man sat on a log, just inside his little home, drinking some green tea forged by his own magic. It was just hot plain water with some special mint leaves floating above the surface and soon become so absorbed within the water, it sank to the bottom just like the village was going too unless someone killed this man. And maybe this must had been the very week...
It didn't take to long because the Chuuin village was the nearest one to be targeted by the hunters searching for the magic seal for nearly 3 years now. This was only week one and massive roars had interrupted the mourning period just by the entrance on a foggy afternoon. The cloaked man was sitting in front of the burning fire where all the corpses had been burned and he took their souls, one by one, into the staff of the people of those who still had their souls that is. It was that or he took their life force in their body which left them disabled in some way or leave a disease that the man would send into their body, thus, they were sacrificed in the end because death came close once a spell was casted.
The man sat in a crossed legged position with his back straightened and his staff held horizontally with both hands on each end. His soft shiny red hair lay restless on the hood and the wind was violent now when he drew the souls from the remaining bodies. It forced the trees to blow to one side; the fire's sparks flew towards his left, as did his hair and the dirt that whipped up, blending with the fog. The sudden roars continued and his eyebrow twitched in anger. He was infuriated and he broke out from the trance he was in. He stood on his feet in the tranquil village that he had created and stepped towards the entrance where his eyes filled with astonishment as he watched the beast beat its large tail against the invisible cloak that covered the village and the shield too. It seems like the white beast located the village at an instant and was trying to break in... He had looked right into its eyes and saw only one feeling, rage. This beast, he called, "Dragon", looked like a violent creature and if he could control this dragon... he would be unstoppable.
He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath as he held the center of the staff in a vertical position in front of him and started to spin it around and around in a quick and swift motion so fast that the wind whipped against the staff. The skull that lied on one end started to emit a yellow light from its empty eye socket and when the cloaked man stopped, the staff was standing with the skull at top and the jaw was opened. It was completely hollow inside and it looked quite old as cracks could be seen. The yellow light started to come out through the mouth and encircle the cloaked man. It was in a spiral motion in which it rotated higher and higher till it reached above it head then shot out rapidly and unexpectedly like a bullet shot from an auto shotgun. A long hit blow that the cloaked man then, removed the shield barrier, revealing the very village, which was in a vulnerable state.
When the girl had seen that barrier was removed, she pushed her goggles up onto her forehead and ordered Haku to stop. Hake immediately came to a stop and was down on the ground as the girl jumped off from his back. The cloaked man stepped out with no hesitation and stopped within 6 feet from her.
"What do you want?"
His eyes held a passive look and she sneered. Her head cocked back and her hands at her hips.
"I'm looking' for som-"
"State your name"
He cut in with a serious tone of voice, as he wanted to deal with no childish business. That and he wanted to possess power of the White Dragon, Haku. The girl's eyes bulged, as she couldn't realize what he just did! She demanded respect and she knew she had to get serious now.
"I said, I'm looking fo-"
The man glared at her.
"I did not ask that... Either you tell me your name, and then state your business or leave."
She had just gotten enough of this. She proceeded towards the cloaked man with one hand drew back that held a tanto in its sheath.
"You don't need to know my name old man."
She said in a loud and proud voice. The cloaked man realized this girl was arrogant and cocky... She refused to have manners and was just up right rude. He didn't want to take force at such an early moment... and that dragon of hers looked quite powerful. He wanted to inspect her first... See what this girl was like and all.
"I am Nekura, guardian of this village."
He stated. The girl winced then hissed as she took her hand away from the tanto that was attached to the back of her dark brown leather belt and rested her arms at her sides. She didn't need to attack but that was no excuse to keep her guard down.
"You don't need to know, old man. Just answer my question and all goes well. No harm, no trouble, and you come out to be alive..."
She remarked.
Nekura remained silent. He thought bout his next action...
"Good bye"
He pivoted his foot, turned around and started walking off back into the village. The girl bit her lip, ran her fingers softly onto the top of her head of hair all the way to the end. She muttered something under her breath then slid her hand slowly against her left thigh, reaching into the brown small bag and pulling out two shruiken, each one between her slim soft fingers tightly held. She brought up her hand to her neck level with her wrist dangling. A slow smirk formed from her lips.
"Don't you dare walk away from me ...you bastard!"
Her muttering turned into a scream and she proceeded into stepping forward with her right foot with her left foot unmoved and she threw her hand in close to chest. With a quick swift outward swing, the two shruiken drew away from her fingers, spinning violently with its sharp edges aiming at Nekura's shoulder blades.
Nekura had caught the glimpse pretty fast and he had seen the shruiken at the corner of his eye. As he walked, his staff was carried by his left hand and when he heard the whooshing sounds of the shruiken, he gripped tightly with his left hand. He turned around with a quick swing of the skull headed staff at the shuriken that bounced off of it and landed on the floor. After the swing, he jumped in mid air with a flying side kick that dodged the shuriken that ran was just inches away from his arm as his cloak wavered up and down from the gravity and wind that lifted it. Landing back on his two feet, his left side faced her and he had both his hands cupped onto the staff.
"I loathe such imbeciles who talk trash and have no manners."
A grin came to his lips.
The girl's eyes narrowed to the floor and muttered a few curses under her breath. She felt her face getting red hot and she felt insulted and pissed.
"I can do much better than that, ya know? I was just warming up to see how well you can do and if you want to fight, I'm not going to waste my strength and power on you, Haku here can take care of you."
"I don't want to fight. If you approached me with manners and then stated your question as I said before, you wouldn't be so insulted. And what kind of a villain are you suppose to be?"
He questioned her. He gestured with his eyes looking up at the sky with his hand under her chin. His lips raised on one side and down the other like a slanted line.
"Is that the only way you are going to communicate with me, old m-. I mean, Nekura?"
She said with an innocent voice all of a sudden. She sounded just like an innocent child...
"That is correct."
"I... don't know what my name is for sure. I'm known as June and I ask if you, what is your source of power. As in, does it have anything to be dealt with a magic... piece of some sort."
She said in a soft voice but when she said her name, Nekura could feel some sort of history behind that. He raised his staff up to his face.
"My power is natural and from a special bloodline from my father and I have been trained with such skills to gain more power as well as for other techniques... Why do you ask that?"
Nekura felt like speaking to a child before ... but now she acted mature and quite moody really. One moment she was all dark and cocky, the next, she was so innocent and respectful. It was either of those or she placed up this act to get what she wanted, maybe. He didn't know what to believe.... Maybe her fighting skills or something from her childhood made her what she was today.
"You don't need to know but thanks for the info."
She said and turned, walking toward Haku.
"How do you know that what I say is not a lie?"
Nekura asked. June turned around, a smile to her lips and her eyes with a cool calm look.
"That's what my senses tell me."
She responded as she stepped foot onto Haku's back.
"And they're pretty sharp and accurate..."
Nekura said. He assumed June went through special process of training to gain that because she was human after all. Now it was all at a friendly state as if Nekura had become her ally, she'd respect him with no arguments being held in the middle.
June turned to him and she had this idea that popped into mind.
"Say... I sure do admire your magic... especially one that you casted on the village and the barrier, along with the idea of drawing power from the people to power yourself up, demon."
Nekura didn't seem surprised. In fact, he looked like he expected it.
"I knew all along you could tell through it. It's been a family tradition to place that curse on this blundering village for years and years ago. I do it for the power but sadly; my powers go to a waste if I stay here any longer... It's been on for 12 years."
"We'll, if your willing to screw that family tradition, I got a position for you on our side. You'll serve pretty well and I like you already."
Nekura's eyes caught onto hers.
"Go on..."
"Our objective, is a magical seal, an unlimited power source that any demon or human would want to possess. We must retrieve it... and all the powers will be ours. We can take and give away to others, kill them, make them disappear, it's like playing god."
She said, exposing the secret power of the seal in which she wasn't suppose too, but hey, that's how she is. It was like at an instant, she just trusted him, trusted too easily...
Nekura nodded his head and the madness in his eyes was flashing.
"Sounds like a plan, June."
(If I wanted to make this one serious fanfic, some parts at the end would have been altered, big time and replaced with some actual fighting. I thought it might have been dulled a bit so I didn't. If someone you want to see the altered ending of this chapter, I'll be glad to write it up sometime. Maybe two chapter sixes. )
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Chapter 6: The Other World : Distraction of a False Target Becomes Luck
"Stop right there!!"
A voice shouted into the distance as a dragon raced against through the forest, whipping its tail from side to side and within each swing, a powerful amount of wind whipped against the trees that caused many branches to snap. It was white and had a long slender body. Its eye color was a deepening ocean blue. Its claws were huge the greenish blue hair ran through his back. It has four furious claws that were ready to strike at any moment. The dragon had blood all over its body as it swiftly moved by air just a few inches off the ground.
"I said STOP!"
A girl wearing a black headgear had two horns attached from one side of the hat and on the other. It had four shiny rubies engraved into the metal headgear and black hair streamed out from the sides, going down past her ears, all the way down to her waist.
She leapt off the tree branch from the left, located far back of the forest and pounced upon the beast's back, charging it directly it into the ground, head first, as she grabbed its long white whisker's drawing it back. The head lifted up instantly in the air, with his head jerked back as the beast roared in anger. The wind picked up furiously as it blasted against the girl's hair, battering it into her face and the beast. The girl quickly slipped the gold handled hilt of her dagger hidden under from her black leather boots and placed it directly under the beast's throat; readying to slit it apart if it made any more movement. Right there, the beast's stopped and breathed hard as its saliva poured out from the edges of its mouth. Slowly the girl had loosened her grip and then slammed the hilt against the beast side of his head and lashed out some sort of electrical steel collar around his neck that shot out at unspeakable speed from her bare hands. He dropped to the ground and groaned in pain with a roar. Dust puffed up from the floor and was carried away by the winds.
She leapt off to the ground, both hands down on one knee touching the ground. Her glance turned cold, she stood up on both feet and chuckled as she closed her eyes and spoke.
"Listen Haku... I really don't want to do this but you really give me no choice... Either you would have to agree with me or pay the consequences. Ever since Daiki handed you to me (with a weak control on you), you snapped off like crazy! You already broke out from Daiki's limited control. Is that not enough?"
Opening her eyes, the girl pushed a little blue button her wristwatch as it sent in an electrical shock as Haku roared even louder. His eyes bulged out then slowly Haku nodded his head. His eyes were burning with anger and his body had already started to bleed again through some wounds on his sides.
The girl ran her fingers against his neck and a bright holy light emitted from her hands that soon closed the minor cuts on his body.
"Now that's a good boy. Just sniff it out and we'll be done with this torment ya hear? We've been searching for a few years but nothing. It's time for the next village in this world."
She said in a cheerful way. Haku saw it this way, she was evil and good and quite young she looked, maybe only sixteen? Yeah, that must have been it. She didn't look too smart either...Maybe he could fool her? It was worth a try after all.
Haku snapped his large jaw at the girl in a friendly way and pointed the tip of nose over to the right. His large whisker's whipped around against the dirt.
"So you're finally communicating, good boy... Come on, let's move it!!!"
She jumped on his back and grabbed Haku's hair that lined down from his head to the end of his tail. Haku growled as warm smoke was released out from his nostrils. He raced off, kicking out dust that created large mounds of dirt with his hind legs.
~~~~~~~~~Chuuin (Seven-Week Mourning Period) Village~~~~~~~~~~
"He's dead, isn't he mommy?"
A little child said as she stared at the lifeless body.
"Let me perform a proper ritual."
The tall dark figure said. He was wearing a dark blood red cloak that reached all the way down to the floor with a hood over his face, over his eyes, over his appearance. He reached his hand out to the dead body that was soon arranged to fit into a small, tight coffin box. His hand was placed on the chest of the dead man and it emitted a green eerie glow.
"I will send his soul to let it pass on."
He announced to the crowd of people that surrounded him, all in happiness, eagerness and amazement. They believed this man was sent by god himself...The light shined brightly and soon the appearance of the man's soul was brought out to the let the people's naked eyes see the poor soul enter into the head of the staff, shaped of a skull, that the cloaked man held in his left free hand. A moment of silence then what looked to the people's eyes, the soul was shot out up into the air and into the sky then disappeared. The cloaked man's lips formed a devious grin for the soul was still trapped within his staff where he took their source of power for a way to gain his powers to make it greater.
Tears of the people came out and the women covered their children's eyes. The village men grabbed the dead body by the arms, dragging it to the fire that roared brightly into the darkness and tossed it in, literally, to let it burn into black ashes.
Soon, everyone fell down to their knees and clasped their hands together, praying.
"Let us, appreciate this man for dying to continue the 1000 year old ritual that has been passed down from generation, to generation... From here on, in this village, we shall continue these sacrifices so the gods that sent me here will lend me the power, to aid the people of the village. Now, we start the seven-week mourning in this village. As you all know, through out this period, we must follow to the rules that apply till the last week where we must then kill off a creature that lurks in the forest nearby and sacrifice to the gods once more to complete the last part of the ritual!"
The cloaked man said in a proud voice as he lifted his staff up into the air and a dark light that shrieked aloud over the crowd of people. Slowly, beams of light could be seen from the people's body pulling outwards and entering into the skull of the staff. Slowly, bit-by-bit, the faces became pale. Soon, their eyes just closed and they stoned like cement had devoured their living bodies.
A cackle came from the man and he laughed like a maniac after a moment the energies of the people had all been pulled into the skull, giving the man more power. At that point, time seemed like it was frozen. No one moved and it was utter silence in each turn.
"You pathetic humans... Always this stupid...."
He cackled then walked away from the ritual circle that had been layed out at the center of the village. He pulled off the hood revealing pure blood red hair that streamed down to his back, tied at the end. His face was a pure dark color, tanned skin and his eyes showed madness in it. He stood around 6'11'' and maybe mid 20's. He couldn't help but laugh each time he did this, for the last 1000 years, only a few smart ones found it odd and confronted him but in the end, maybe they weren't so smart... because they ended up dying.
The frozen days was finally interrupted...
On a depressing day, the body of the people remained lifeless until the cloaked man allowed too or the seven-week mourning period had come to a halt. The cloaked man sat on a log, just inside his little home, drinking some green tea forged by his own magic. It was just hot plain water with some special mint leaves floating above the surface and soon become so absorbed within the water, it sank to the bottom just like the village was going too unless someone killed this man. And maybe this must had been the very week...
It didn't take to long because the Chuuin village was the nearest one to be targeted by the hunters searching for the magic seal for nearly 3 years now. This was only week one and massive roars had interrupted the mourning period just by the entrance on a foggy afternoon. The cloaked man was sitting in front of the burning fire where all the corpses had been burned and he took their souls, one by one, into the staff of the people of those who still had their souls that is. It was that or he took their life force in their body which left them disabled in some way or leave a disease that the man would send into their body, thus, they were sacrificed in the end because death came close once a spell was casted.
The man sat in a crossed legged position with his back straightened and his staff held horizontally with both hands on each end. His soft shiny red hair lay restless on the hood and the wind was violent now when he drew the souls from the remaining bodies. It forced the trees to blow to one side; the fire's sparks flew towards his left, as did his hair and the dirt that whipped up, blending with the fog. The sudden roars continued and his eyebrow twitched in anger. He was infuriated and he broke out from the trance he was in. He stood on his feet in the tranquil village that he had created and stepped towards the entrance where his eyes filled with astonishment as he watched the beast beat its large tail against the invisible cloak that covered the village and the shield too. It seems like the white beast located the village at an instant and was trying to break in... He had looked right into its eyes and saw only one feeling, rage. This beast, he called, "Dragon", looked like a violent creature and if he could control this dragon... he would be unstoppable.
He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath as he held the center of the staff in a vertical position in front of him and started to spin it around and around in a quick and swift motion so fast that the wind whipped against the staff. The skull that lied on one end started to emit a yellow light from its empty eye socket and when the cloaked man stopped, the staff was standing with the skull at top and the jaw was opened. It was completely hollow inside and it looked quite old as cracks could be seen. The yellow light started to come out through the mouth and encircle the cloaked man. It was in a spiral motion in which it rotated higher and higher till it reached above it head then shot out rapidly and unexpectedly like a bullet shot from an auto shotgun. A long hit blow that the cloaked man then, removed the shield barrier, revealing the very village, which was in a vulnerable state.
When the girl had seen that barrier was removed, she pushed her goggles up onto her forehead and ordered Haku to stop. Hake immediately came to a stop and was down on the ground as the girl jumped off from his back. The cloaked man stepped out with no hesitation and stopped within 6 feet from her.
"What do you want?"
His eyes held a passive look and she sneered. Her head cocked back and her hands at her hips.
"I'm looking' for som-"
"State your name"
He cut in with a serious tone of voice, as he wanted to deal with no childish business. That and he wanted to possess power of the White Dragon, Haku. The girl's eyes bulged, as she couldn't realize what he just did! She demanded respect and she knew she had to get serious now.
"I said, I'm looking fo-"
The man glared at her.
"I did not ask that... Either you tell me your name, and then state your business or leave."
She had just gotten enough of this. She proceeded towards the cloaked man with one hand drew back that held a tanto in its sheath.
"You don't need to know my name old man."
She said in a loud and proud voice. The cloaked man realized this girl was arrogant and cocky... She refused to have manners and was just up right rude. He didn't want to take force at such an early moment... and that dragon of hers looked quite powerful. He wanted to inspect her first... See what this girl was like and all.
"I am Nekura, guardian of this village."
He stated. The girl winced then hissed as she took her hand away from the tanto that was attached to the back of her dark brown leather belt and rested her arms at her sides. She didn't need to attack but that was no excuse to keep her guard down.
"You don't need to know, old man. Just answer my question and all goes well. No harm, no trouble, and you come out to be alive..."
She remarked.
Nekura remained silent. He thought bout his next action...
"Good bye"
He pivoted his foot, turned around and started walking off back into the village. The girl bit her lip, ran her fingers softly onto the top of her head of hair all the way to the end. She muttered something under her breath then slid her hand slowly against her left thigh, reaching into the brown small bag and pulling out two shruiken, each one between her slim soft fingers tightly held. She brought up her hand to her neck level with her wrist dangling. A slow smirk formed from her lips.
"Don't you dare walk away from me ...you bastard!"
Her muttering turned into a scream and she proceeded into stepping forward with her right foot with her left foot unmoved and she threw her hand in close to chest. With a quick swift outward swing, the two shruiken drew away from her fingers, spinning violently with its sharp edges aiming at Nekura's shoulder blades.
Nekura had caught the glimpse pretty fast and he had seen the shruiken at the corner of his eye. As he walked, his staff was carried by his left hand and when he heard the whooshing sounds of the shruiken, he gripped tightly with his left hand. He turned around with a quick swing of the skull headed staff at the shuriken that bounced off of it and landed on the floor. After the swing, he jumped in mid air with a flying side kick that dodged the shuriken that ran was just inches away from his arm as his cloak wavered up and down from the gravity and wind that lifted it. Landing back on his two feet, his left side faced her and he had both his hands cupped onto the staff.
"I loathe such imbeciles who talk trash and have no manners."
A grin came to his lips.
The girl's eyes narrowed to the floor and muttered a few curses under her breath. She felt her face getting red hot and she felt insulted and pissed.
"I can do much better than that, ya know? I was just warming up to see how well you can do and if you want to fight, I'm not going to waste my strength and power on you, Haku here can take care of you."
"I don't want to fight. If you approached me with manners and then stated your question as I said before, you wouldn't be so insulted. And what kind of a villain are you suppose to be?"
He questioned her. He gestured with his eyes looking up at the sky with his hand under her chin. His lips raised on one side and down the other like a slanted line.
"Is that the only way you are going to communicate with me, old m-. I mean, Nekura?"
She said with an innocent voice all of a sudden. She sounded just like an innocent child...
"That is correct."
"I... don't know what my name is for sure. I'm known as June and I ask if you, what is your source of power. As in, does it have anything to be dealt with a magic... piece of some sort."
She said in a soft voice but when she said her name, Nekura could feel some sort of history behind that. He raised his staff up to his face.
"My power is natural and from a special bloodline from my father and I have been trained with such skills to gain more power as well as for other techniques... Why do you ask that?"
Nekura felt like speaking to a child before ... but now she acted mature and quite moody really. One moment she was all dark and cocky, the next, she was so innocent and respectful. It was either of those or she placed up this act to get what she wanted, maybe. He didn't know what to believe.... Maybe her fighting skills or something from her childhood made her what she was today.
"You don't need to know but thanks for the info."
She said and turned, walking toward Haku.
"How do you know that what I say is not a lie?"
Nekura asked. June turned around, a smile to her lips and her eyes with a cool calm look.
"That's what my senses tell me."
She responded as she stepped foot onto Haku's back.
"And they're pretty sharp and accurate..."
Nekura said. He assumed June went through special process of training to gain that because she was human after all. Now it was all at a friendly state as if Nekura had become her ally, she'd respect him with no arguments being held in the middle.
June turned to him and she had this idea that popped into mind.
"Say... I sure do admire your magic... especially one that you casted on the village and the barrier, along with the idea of drawing power from the people to power yourself up, demon."
Nekura didn't seem surprised. In fact, he looked like he expected it.
"I knew all along you could tell through it. It's been a family tradition to place that curse on this blundering village for years and years ago. I do it for the power but sadly; my powers go to a waste if I stay here any longer... It's been on for 12 years."
"We'll, if your willing to screw that family tradition, I got a position for you on our side. You'll serve pretty well and I like you already."
Nekura's eyes caught onto hers.
"Go on..."
"Our objective, is a magical seal, an unlimited power source that any demon or human would want to possess. We must retrieve it... and all the powers will be ours. We can take and give away to others, kill them, make them disappear, it's like playing god."
She said, exposing the secret power of the seal in which she wasn't suppose too, but hey, that's how she is. It was like at an instant, she just trusted him, trusted too easily...
Nekura nodded his head and the madness in his eyes was flashing.
"Sounds like a plan, June."
(If I wanted to make this one serious fanfic, some parts at the end would have been altered, big time and replaced with some actual fighting. I thought it might have been dulled a bit so I didn't. If someone you want to see the altered ending of this chapter, I'll be glad to write it up sometime. Maybe two chapter sixes. )