Story Title: Colliding Worlds
Chapter Title: Wind to the North
Author: Mathais
Rating: PG-13-R
Category: Digimon, Power Rangers, Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
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Warnings: Shonen-ai, Cameos, Unusual Pairings
Pairings: Tommy/Kat, Seiji/Shin, Takato/Ruki, Hirokazu/Kenta, Takuya/Kouji, Yutaka/Kouichi, Junpei/Izumi, Jenrya/Jun, Justin/Tomoki, RyoJun, NasutiJun, JuriTakato, RyouJenrya, mild ShinyaTomoki, pending Shinya/Shuichon, pending Adam/Rocky
Summary: Fours worlds, colliding into one... Four chosen, young by age but not by actions, taken from their worlds to stop it... Will they be too late?
Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers, the Digimon Seasons, or Yoroiden Samurai Troopers. A list of disclaimers for the chapter will appear at the end of the chapter with all the Cameos via characters or attacks. At the end of the story, a complete list of cameos not including the characters and attacks from any Digimon season, any Power Rangers season, or Yoroiden Samurai Troopers will appear.
References: Err... None?
Notes: There is a scene in this that pushes R-rating slightly. If you do not wish to read such, when you come to the , I suggest you immediately head to the next and ignore all that lies between the two.
The sun seemed to be setting as they dashed in their transformed forms. Jun leapt over a stray log cleanly as if he was older, twisting into the light. The amount of logs on the ground seemed to increase as they went along. Justin bounced off of one of them and slammed his foot into a tree, bouncing off. Eyes wide, Tomoki tried to copy, but only barely completed the technique that Justin was using flawlessly. Jenrya ran smoothly on the ground, breath coming out in short pants, but he was fine, with Jun following him.
Justin suddenly landed on the ground, his sword in his hand.
"Enemy?" Tomoki asked smoothly as his axes appeared.
"Four, constantly shifting around." The Ranger responded.
Justin then moved, slicing a dart in half as he spun around in a spin, wind lancing against his blade. "Wind Dirk!" A tornado of air ripped out of his path, sending gales around. Two figures were blown out of the trees, the others darting away.
A shot of Jun's handgun caught one of the figures in the chest, making them fall to the ground. Justin quickly dashed to them, sword in an arc. A wire flashed out at him, but Jun shot it and it vanished. The person jumped away as Jun followed that one, Tomoki and Jenrya covered the two escaping ones. Justin had his find occupied on the man before him. He was lean and had dark red hair, wielding a katana. A cry forced itself from his lips. "Shi ne!"
The katana flashed out quickly, but Justin blocked it. The man pressed the attack, his blade whipping the air around him. The Ranger launched into the air, bouncing off a tree as he dived. The red haired man dodged, but wasn't ready for Justin's kick. As he fell back, Justin lunged. "Slash!" With a glowing blade, he struck, but the opponent twisted and rolled to his feet.
Justin pointed his sword at the man, growling deep in his throat. "Who are you?"
"Weiß." The man whispered quietly. "A contract has been placed on your head. I am Abyssian. These are your final moments, white hat." He lunged. Justin twisted around, jabbing his sword up. The katana parried and a kick made Justin falter. Abyssian lunged and Justin placed his hand on the ground, muttering a small spell. A tornado whipped up and knocked the man off balance as Justin thrust his foot forward. A quick cut forced him to fall back, coughing up blood. Abyssian came for the kill, but a shot rang out and Abyssian was forced to dodge. Another man came up to them.
"Oracle." Abyssian hissed.
"The name's Crawford, Aya." The man replied, keeping his gun trained on Abyssian. "You all right there?"
"Yeah..." Justin blinked. "I thought Abyssian was good?"
Crawford snorted. "Different universe. We're Schwarz, workers for Esset, and defending the city from the evils."
Justin shrugged. "How'd you get here?"
"Alexander sent me. I'm his link in my multi-verse. You're pretty special, you know that? I think that you're his favorite."
"Cut the chit-chat." Aya snarled as he lunged. Crawford had already predicted this and dodged accordingly, firing a few shots. Aya blocked them, but a Wind of Pain from Justin forced him back as the Ranger jumped and aimed for the neck. Aya managed to deflect the blow as Crawford shot again. This time, the assassin was too slow to dodge and he landed in a heap on the ground.
"I'm gather the rest of my team and we'll be back in our world with these transgressors here." Crawford grunted, picking up the fallen Aya's sword and pointing his gun at the guy's head. "Something pulled them out of our world and it's your job to stop it."
Justin nodded.
"I'm a precog; it's a trait of the Spirit of Wind." Crawford offered a small smile.
Justin inclined his head. "Thank you."
Crawford shrugged. "No, thank you. You'll be the one..." He suddenly paused. "Forget I said anything."
The Ranger blinked then shrugged, deciding not to push it any more.
Jun chased after the wire user. It was decidedly hard to keep up with the nimble fighter, but Jun wasn't average. He leapt up and a magic circle appeared beneath him. He pointed a hand at the wire user. "Mega Magical Flame! Flame Shot!" The three fireballs burned the tree that the opponent was on and caused him to stumble. Jun jetted forward, katanas raised, but the blonde dodged, whipping a wire and in a circle like a ribbon. Jun focused and his weapons blazed to life, cutting the metal wire cleanly.
"And you are?" Jun asked almost calmly.
"Balinese." The man didn't say more as he launched his wire around. The near-invisible weapon wrapped itself around Jun's left katana, ripping the weapon away. Jun gripped his other katana with two hands as he lunged strangely. Balinese twisted, but he didn't notice Jun's flaming foot until it kicked the man in the shin. Jun followed up with a blow to the stomach and a large slash that left a bloody gash in Balinese's chest. The blonde man didn't give up, however, as he whipped his wire around Jun's neck, slowly choking the life out of the boy. Jun tried to break the wire, but it was too strong. A knife snapped it, leaving Jun choking on the ground.
"Hey Youji, ready to rumble?" A red haired man, light-hearted yet devilish, appeared, wielding two throwing knives.
"Mastermind." Balinese/Youji growled as he whipped his garrote in a circle, launching it forward. Mastermind dodged, launching a throwing knife. Youji also dodged, reeling his weapon back. Jun stood, muttering words under his breath as he trances runes in the air. The spell he was going to cast was going to take a lot of his energy just to copy.
Mastermind back flipped over the wire, before snapping it with his knife again. The garrote was thrown again, this time wrapping around Mastermind's wrist. As the two assassins struggled, Jun finished his spell, sealing it with a character.
"Close you eyes Mastermind!" Jun roared. The redheaded assassin did just that, as a dragon came out from behind the boy. "Ryu no En! Fourth Dragon! Setsuna!" The living image of a blind dragon appeared behind Jun, the flames burning as bright as ever. Jun screamed as the dragon took his energy, but managed to focus through the pain. Gritting his teeth, he finished it. "Shun En!"
The single eye of Setsuna opened up before it locked with Youji's eyes. The man froze, as all he could see was that one eye. Suddenly a column of flame erupted, burning hot and all consuming. The orange blaze encircled him, the man within screaming at the heat charring his skin. He didn't have the same tolerance as flame masters, but he was under the protection of whoever had sent him, so the assassin survived. It would be important to point out that he was unconscious.
Mastermind smiled as he picked up the man. "Hey ya kid. Just a lil' search and retrieval."
"And you are?" Jun raised an eyebrow, even as his chest was heaving from the exertion.
"Schuldich." The male answered. "Liaison to the Spirit of Fire, Lina, in my multi-verse. Seriously, it sometimes has a lot of downs." He wrinkled his nose. "I don't get cool fire powers like you."
Jenrya parried a smack from bugnucks. Dammit, his opponent wouldn't let him draw his machine guns. He parried another attack with his lance, raising it into the air before flipping back, energy launching from the tip in a Royal Saber attack. The attack was easily blocked by the bugnucks, which seemed to be made of something equivalent to some magic resistant material. Jenrya launched forward again, swinging the tip of his lance at the assassin.
"Got to do better than that Jen." The man sneered as he caught the weapon, twisting it out of the boy's hands. Jenrya back flipped away from the next strike before raising a hand into the air. "Vigor!" For a moment, energy swirled around Jenrya and he launched forward, intent on using the martial arts training that he had sworn never to use against other, which caused him to be a pacifist. This time, however, he had to. Using the extra durable gloves that he had as shields, Jenrya parried a slash before kicked his opponent in the stomach, using the force to flip himself into the air, his powers enhanced by the Spirit of Earth's blessing and the spell he had just cast. He dived to the ground, yet underestimated the assassin's agility as the man dodged, slashing his leg in the progress.
Jenrya stumbled as he landed, pain lancing up his leg. Dammit, he wasn't used to this form yet. He rolled away from another attack that would have been a killing blow before grabbing his lance and aimed at the charging figure. When he was close, Jenrya released the energy that he had been building up at the tip of his weapon. "Royal Saber!" A beam of powerful energy launched from the tip of his weapon, however it was easily deflected by the assassin's bugnucks. Jaw dropping in shock, Jenrya's eyes widened as the assassin caught right up to him and was about to attack. Time seemed to freeze as the blow came down...
...and sped right back up as a knife blocked the claw in a stalemate before it was broken and a silver-haired man threw the assassin away. "You're slipping Siberian, or should I say Ken?"
"Berserker." Siberian/Ken hissed as his lunged, brown hair flying. The man with an eye patch over one eye dodged the strike, nicking a hit on Ken's shoulder. Berserker then raised a knife in the air and charged, his battle form wild. It was all Ken could do to avoid or parry the hits, for there was no way of predicting them past Crawford's precognition. His single-track focus for the battle at hand was the thing that cost him. Meanwhile, Jenrya was charging up his own spell, dipping hard into his magical reserves that were, admittedly, small, and held his hand forward.
"Quake 2."
The words were whispered, but the effect was large. A large crater suddenly opened up beneath Ken, forcing him to stumble as waves of energy released into the air. The raw power that was of the earth tore through Ken, causing the Weiß assassin to scream in pain. The effects wouldn't stop and it seemed that Berserker was suitably impressed, especially when the bugnucks user passed out from the pain.
Jenrya fell to his knees from exhaustion, the reserve to make the spell hold out so long taxing his strength almost to its limits. He still managed to look up at his savior. "Who are you?"
"Farfello, liaison of the Spirit of Earth." The Schwartz assassin gave a slight grin. "Have fun in this world. Came to bring back lil' insane boy here."
And Jenrya nodded, too tired to speak any more.
"Dammit." Tomoki cursed as he dodged a flurry of darts before retaliating with his mini-rocket launcher. The missiles were easily dodged as the other person agilely went to another tree, firing back with three crossbow bolts. This time, they were coated with water power. He cursed again as he had to find another hiding spot. He didn't know what other people said, but Tomoki had always held that the youngest of the group had the strongest power. And why did he have to be right now? Several more water arrows headed his way and Tomoki flipped over them, using leftover force to jump straight at the archer. That was when three darts embedded themselves in his right arm and he felt back to the ground. Pain coursed through his system, accompanied by... Tomoki's eyes opened wide at the new revelation. "Poison!"
Bright violet eyes locked onto Tomoki's and in that moment, both acknowledged the cold and drive of being the youngest within. "That's kill you in ten minutes, not affecting your speed or stamina or strength. Make each second count."
Tomoki smiled a slightly feral smile as he flopped back to his feet, racing toward whom he knew as Bombay from earlier. An all out brawl started, spirit-enhanced Tomoki verses juiced up-Bombay. Tomoki couldn't help but be impressed when Bombay tore the goggles off his own head and smacked him several times with it. The latter couldn't help it either when the goggles where forced around his throat. Bombay kicked the smaller boy off of him, launching forward with a right cross. The ex-Spirit Shinker of Ice dodged it, bringing his knee into the assassin's gut. As the lean teen doubled over in pain, Tomoki bashed the head that was covered with light-brown hair with his hands clasped, sending the teen assassin to his knees. Bombay immediately got up again, much to Tomoki's surprise. He viciously attacked Tomoki's neck, each blow calculated to strike either his larynx or his jugular, the nails intending to either pierce the vocal cords or cause fatal bleeding. The boy blessed by the Spirit of Water somehow managed to avoid every blow, but it was becoming harder. He was so focused on the onslaught at his neck that he left a very vital position open.
Bombay noticed this and struck...
...at his solar plexus...
...which made Tomoki keel over in pain even with his armor. The blow was hard enough that he could feel immense pain firing across his body, which couldn't move now. How could he be so stupid as to leave such a vital area open? He felt cool metal at his neck and the soft pricking of an arrow.
"I'm sorry about this, Himi Tomoki." Bombay whispered faintly with- was that sorrow? "I... I have to kill you. If I don't, my bosses will strike against Ouka, my father, and my brothers... I can't disobey them, not with those lives in my hands..."
The pain was still too fresh for him to speak, but Tomoki understood. The finger pressed against the trigger a bit harder and Tomoki closed his eyes, waiting for the end.
Which didn't come.
He opened his eyes again to see a brown haired boy standing over him, with Bombay a few yards away. The crossbow was scrap metal by now.
"Nag..." Bombay started, but stopped. "Prodigy."
"Omi." The word was whispered. "I'm Nagi..."
The teen assassin shook his head. "I'm Mamoru. And I have to do what I must do."
"Why?" Nagi asked.
"The lives of my family are in danger. I can't let that go." The archer shook his head, tears dripping from his eyes. "I'm sorry Nagi..." Three darts were suddenly in his hands. They were knocked away by an invisible force, but Tomoki knew it had to be his savior.
"Would it be better if I got protection from the Spirits for this little excursion?" Nagi asked in a quiet tone. Mamoru's eyes widened in surprise. There was a brief flash of untainted hope in his eyes for just a moment, but it seemed to hearten the other boy.
"Really?"
"Really." Nagi confirmed. "Just... Please come back to me." He looked at Mamoru with unshed tears in his eyes.
The archer assassin lunged into the Schwartz assassin's arms, sobbing. "I'm so sorry Nagi."
"It isn't a problem." Nagi whispered, heartened by the fact that the teen was in his arms again.
"I love you, you know that?" Mamoru whispered.
Nagi smiled. "Yes, I do."
It was then that Tomoki gasped in pain as his body launched into convulsions.
Mamoru's eyes shot up. "Dammit! The poison!"
"Do you have the counteragent?" Nagi asked worriedly.
"All I have is a spell, but most of my water magic was taken when..." Mamoru looked away. "It was given by my bosses."
"I have water magic." Tomoki managed to croak.
"Then recite this." Mamoru shoved a paper at him. In no mood to argue, the boy did so.
"Magic of water I plead of you, remove the toxins I bid you to do. Purity for me and health for others to see. Powers of water to heal for a small fee so mote it be." Instantly, Tomoki could feel the crushing pain in his chest disappear, as if never there. He could also feel the overwhelming fatigue that claimed his body.
Nagi picked up Tomoki. "We're taking you back to your friends." And with a snap of his fingers, all three disappeared.
They reappeared at a small field, where nine other people were waiting. Jenrya and Jun were lying on the ground, tired beyond belief. Justin was hovering over them. Two of the assassins were passed out with a third was held in check by wind chains. The other three Schwartz assassins were standing watch.
"Why isn't he bound Nagi?" Schuldich hissed.
Mamoru shied away, but Nagi held the boy there. "He's ready to atone. I offered a chance to try to get the Spirits' protection for his family and he agreed not to work for Kritiker."
Crawford nodded.
"You can head back now." Justin insisted. "I'm strong enough to watch over the three of them for the rest of the day. There are enough natural supplies here for us anyway if I wanted to help them. Don't worry."
"Our part is over." Farfello agreed. "Let's head back."
The red-haired Schuldich reluctantly nodded. "Good luck your four."
Justin waved for all four of them as they disappeared in a wink of light.
The avatar for Alexander carefully cared for his three companions. The magical drain, it seemed, had caused his friends to slip into a sort of comatose state. Justin fiercely scowled, before a spell suddenly came into his mind. Thanks Alexander. The former Power Ranger called. He placed two hands on Jenrya's chest, the boy's breathing deep and even. He closed his eyes and whispered what Alexander had told him. "Spell of the winds, spell of the minds, spell of the magics, energies of high and low, show me the magic of the being below." He was suddenly assaulted with double vision, a pale yellow Jenrya overlapping the physical form. There was a bar right next to it and- Justin grimaced.
"Damn, he's really low." He recast the same spell twice on the other two of his party, each time getting low results.
At the end of the day, Justin also noticed something else. His stomach was growling, signaling that even as his spirit, he needed food. He calmed the raging fire within himself as he plucked his apples from one of the trees. One he managed to get nine ripe ones, the brown-haired boy built up a steady fire with some rocks, some firewood, and some warm air. With that blaze, Justin started roasting the apples, three at a time.
As he did that, Justin also went to the nearby stream and using two of the coconut halves he had saved from the last couple stops, boiled some water. He then rotated the apples, placing the roasted three on a nearby stump. The ex-Ranger paused, wiping sweat from his brow. With a flick of his wrist, reminding him of his time as a Ranger, Justin summoned his sword and chopped the apples into small slices, smaller enough to force comfortably down a throat. With that, the Avatar of Wind set about to feeding his friends, staring with Tomoki. It was very simple, really. First, he stuffed a slice into the smaller boy's mouth. He then covered both the mouth and the nose, forcing him to swallow. Following that, he forced down some water. Justin repeated that process until an apple was gone and he had to rotate the ones roasting for fresh ones. He then turned to Jenrya, repeating the actions until an apple and a half were gone. Then it was Jun's turn, but this one was harder to work with. Justin still managed to do it, but was still very hungry by the end of it. Hungry enough to devour three whole apples and a half-a-coconut of water. With a satiated feeling in his stomach, Justin stood watch for as long as he could, but drifted to sleep.
Luckily, no one attacked them that night, for which Justin was grateful. As he stretched, Justin came to a decision. We still have a lot of trouble ahead of us. The Wind Point... We can't afford to wait. Not with whatever it is hanging above us. He looked at his comrades, no, not comrades, but friends. He felt closer to these people, whom he had met for only a few days, than to the teenagers and adults that created his alternate life for months. Brushing bangs from his face, Justin wiggled his fingers, and with whispered words, three miniature whirlwinds appearing under each of his friends. With that, he moved forward.
Justin continued on like this for days on end, feeding and traveling by carrying his comatose friends with whirlwinds. After a particularly nasty event with four harpies (who were extremely supped up for some reason) Justin paused for the day. He personally was exhausted and was trying to ration his magic so that he didn't go comatose like his friends or was too tired out to fight and after the battle with the harpies who were almost too fast for his sword and guns, he was wiped out.
As he stretched on the ground, weariness encasing his form, a faint tickling registered across his senses. Straightening his back, Justin closed his eyes and searched with his senses. Magic filled the area, calming, though different. Before he knew what he was doing, Justin's eyes shined silver before he blacked out.
When Justin awoke, he was inside a stone room. The room itself was alight by candle, though they were shining with emerald flames, not red, orange, nor even the extremely hot blue. Ancient carvings were etched into the wall, reminding Justin of old runes. Not that he could read them- not even close. He carefully stood, wincing at the pain in his back. His head throbbed, though not from a head wound. He could tell those easily. It was more like a headache or a migraine really.
The stone was cold beneath his hands. Cold like a chilly wind not normal to California. He shivered and belatedly realized that he was back in normal clothing. Shrugging, Justin searched for an exit. He found only one and it seemed to go only deeper, leaving no clue as to how he got here. Briefly debating with himself, Justin decided to go deeper, if only because the stone walls were probably enspelled and not even his strongest spell or technique would be able to break.
He paused when he entered the next room. A previously unseen door slammed shut and he was alone in a room that would put a school auditorium to shame. Then it happened. Monsters suddenly appeared, avians of all types.
Shocked, Justin took a beak full in the chest, blood pouring out of the wound. As Justin fought down the urge to scream, he ducked under another attack before flipping over a third. As soon as he had breathing room, Justin morphed into his other form. Drawing his sword, he pierced one monster as it flew by him, jamming his foot into another. Using the pommel of his sword, the ex-Ranger dug into that monster's chest, making the heart burst from the pressure. Justin then jumped high into the air, landing on the largest avian there. As the monster futilely tried to throw him off, Justin dug his sword into each of the wing blades, leaping off the dragon-type as it started to descend, crushing several smaller ones in the process. With a feral grin, he analyzed the last three monsters. They were all harpies, not unlike the ones he had fought outside. They were, however, different, which made Justin's feral side retreat as his tactical side came up. "So, we dance?"
The harpies screeched in agreement as all three charged him. Justin flipped over the first, but was struck by the second and third. As he flew back from their talons, the first harpy tried to swipe at his face. Justin dropped beneath the strike and aimed to plunge his sword into the harpy's stomach. He was knocked away by the other two monsters. A sudden weariness suddenly overcame him, but Justin didn't give up as he raised his sword into the air and let out a battle cry, charging back into the fray. His sword bit into the harpy's shoulder, Justin using the other hand gloved in white to try to smash in the harpy's nose.
He succeeded.
Blood rained from the wound as Justin finished his strike, slicing the arm clean off. He back flipped quicker than he ever had before to dodge a bullet of wind launched from one of the two other harpies as the other swooped in for his neck. Justin blocked with his sword before kicking off the body and decapitating that harpy in a smooth move. The wind avatar then threw his sword, striking the one-armed harpy in the chest, killing it. Drawing his hand blasters, he turned to the silently approaching harpy and, catching it by surprise, placed one blaster to its chest, the other, the monster's mouth. Pulling the triggers, Justin blasted the head clean off along with a good portion of the chest.
The ex-Ranger sank to his knees, breathing heavily. He didn't realize how tired he was, coming off the adrenaline rush at last. The days with little to no sleep caring for his comatose friends had taken more of a toll on his city boy body even with the "monster-a-week" fighting schedule keeping him in almost top shape. He reached to his chest, where he remembered he had been stuck earlier. His hand came away with some blood, even through the armor. He grimaced and de-transformed, gasping as plan flared up anew. Wincing at the sight of the puncture, Justin ripped the bottom half of his t-shirt, revealing faint abs, and dressed the wound as best he could. Justin then re-transformed, power flooding his thirteen-year-old body again. He looked toward the doors. One, he remembered by the carvings around the door, was the one he had entered by. The other had appeared out of nowhere, but Justin suspected that it had appeared because he had killed all the monsters, like some sort of sick twisted video game.
He pressed a hand against the stone slab, colored a darker shade of gray than the stones around him. The door slid away and he entered. A slam was heard and Justin glared exasperatedly at the now closed door. He turned again to the room, this one filled with large walls. They were hard, solid walls and way too high even for his advanced strength to jump over. Justin sat there for a few moments, knowing that this couldn't just stop him- that there was some kind of trick to this. The ex-Ranger placed his sword to the stone ground and started walking, the tip being dragged against the ground. There was a normal noise, right up a certain spot in front of the wall.
"Oh it isn't..." Justin whispered, stomping down on a hidden button. He was suddenly launched up into the air by a furious updraft and it was that he could do to avoid being smashed into the ceiling. Using his sword, Justin maneuvered himself from crashing against the ceiling and using a slash to bring himself past the wall, he expected to fall.
Except he didn't.
Blinking, Justin belatedly realized that he was still floating, except under his own power. It was an exhilarating experience, but it took concentration and time he didn't have. Using his newfound ability, Justin floated over the rest of the walls and stabbed the eye above the next door, revealing a corridor. Abruptly, Justin fell, his control over the ability to float disappearing with inexperience. He rolled to absorb impact, keeping his sword way from his body so that he wouldn't gut himself. The boy stood up, dusted himself off, and continued on, carefully controlling his quickening breathing.
The corridor was made up of stones, colored quickly darkening shades of green, those unknown runes appearing again. At every five feet, two spokes stood out of each wall with flames colored forest green, though they lighted up the area as if by white light. Justin continued on, wary, using the quickest spell he had memorized to be casted at a moment's notice if he needed it. The boy came up to a wooden door, which made his eyes narrow. "Brezza Petalo." He whispered, launching the strands of pink wind at the door. It exploded with great force, sending him back several yards.
"Damn." Justin whispered, staring at the charred remains of the door. "I'm glad I didn't try to open that."
"Too bad then." A voice mocked from the next room. Standing warily, Justin entered, readying another Brezza Petalo spell. He entered and immediately came up inside a large room that beat out the free-for-all monster room that he was in before by miles. The room was illuminated by invisible light sources, giving the appearance of daylight without the sun. A huge orb was centered in the back of the room, pulsating green. Criss-crossing patterns of lines scrambled across the stone floor, a darker green than the flames. And standing in front of the orb was a winged person, not angelic, but with golden bird wings on his or her back. Light armor encased the body, strong but maneuverable. A sword was in his hands, not a foil or rapier, but lacking the length or width of long swords and broad swords. It also lacked the sharpness that Justin was accustomed to seeing in Japanese swords like Jun's. The fact was well seen, though. It looked Caucasian with dark brown eyes with forest green pupils instead of darker ones.
"Who are you?" Justin asked, holding his sword in a defensive position.
"Why, I'm surprised that you haven't recognized my voice." The avian replied, tone mockingly light. The next answer shattered Justin's world. "It's Spiriturn, reborn."
His eyes widened to impossible sizes. His breathing shallowed little by little, as he started to hyperventilate. Cold rushed over his body, the drawing of his spirit into a void all too clear in his mind. He couldn't move, could hardly breathe. The quiet tapping of leather boots against the ground echoed in the quiet room, but Justin noticed none of it. All he could feel was the taint on his spirit, the darkness that Spiriturn had marked him by. A hand lifted him up, his sword clattering against the ground as it left his limp hands.
Paralyzed, he could do nothing as a wet tongue licked up his neck, tracing along his jugular. The tongue then traveled to his ear, where Spiriturn then bit down on his earlobe. Unable to move as he was paralyzed by his own fear, Justin couldn't only sit and endure as his innocence was violated by this creature. When Spiriturn pressed him into a hard kiss and started to grope him past his armor, all the dams broke in Justin's mind and he screamed and screamed and screamed in his head.
The screams echoed through mental space, all telepaths in several neighboring realities getting a sudden pain in their head that disappeared quickly, though none could discern the source. It had a completely different adverse effect on the three comatose spirit-blessed avatars however. All three quickly awoke with similar cries of "Justin!"
"Oh god." Jun shivered. "Did you feel that?"
"Justin's in trouble." Tomoki stated darkly.
"We have to find him." Jenrya stood, twisting his fingers and changing into his other form. The two smaller boys did the same. Tomoki closed his eyes and searched with his senses. Faintly, he could feel the echo that was Justin's screams to the north. Opening them, he dashed forward. The two of fire and earth stared at each other before dashing off behind the boy. They ran and ran, meeting no one, until them came upon a large stone building. Tomoki pointed at the entrance and all three could hear Justin's screams in their heads, which were quickly turning to pained sobs. Without any talking, the three entered the building. The first room was an entrance hall and they ignored the beautiful statues and pictures. They burst through the central door and a flame spell from Jun quickly annihilated a bobby-trapped door. From that entrance, they entered an empty room.
"Sense anything?" Jun whispered.
Tomoki shook his head.
"Quake. Modify All." Jenrya placed a hand against the ground, rumblings lancing across the ground. He closed his eyes, using his enhanced senses to locate what a wind spell could easily do. A certain area of the wall responded differently to vibrations than another area. He clenched his hand and whispered one line. "De-modify All." The wall exploded from the force of the focused spell. Shards of wood flew, though invisible.
"Cloaking spell." Jun analyzed.
But it was the horrified scream of Tomoki that called their attention to what was inside the room. An unknown winged man was on top of the untransformed Justin on the floor, licking his way across a pale chest. Thankfully the child's pants were still on, but tears flowed endlessly from the boy's eyes. He couldn't move- that much was obvious. But the scene was dark and rage flooded Tomoki's eyes.
"Get the fuck off of him!" He roared. Two hands crossed his chest, eyes darkening, as he spoke the words of another. "Craymel of Water, hear my plea. I summon thee to crush this flea. Goddess Spirit of the Oceans for thy realm to help one... Undine, I call you for your work to be done!" He spread his arm wide, a pattern of magic appearing in front of him. It opened up, a woman of blue appearing. She was a mermaid with legs, with fins on her helmet and wearing light armor. A large trident was her choice of weapon.
"Why have thee summoned me?" She asked, eyes scanning the room until she lighted upon the winged man on top of the boy.
"Him." Tomoki seethed, pointing to the man. "He's planning on raping my friend Justin."
Undine looked at the scene, taking in Justin's half-dressed state and the tears of fear and shame pouring out of his eyes. The sight made her maternal instincts flare, igniting her rage.
"This is unacceptable!" She screamed. With a crash of her of trident, columns of water surrounded the area, all centered upon the avian. He was lifted off Justin and trashed by the oncoming waves. Again and again they stuck, under he was thrown against the ground.
Undine looked at Tomoki. "I can't stay for long, but do me a favor. Crush him and make him pay."
"Of course." The avatar of water nodded.
The Craymel of Water nodded and vanished.
"You interrupted me." The man boomed and with a flash, his armor was back on completely. He drew his sword and dashed at Tomoki, sword outstretched. Together, Jenrya and Jun blocked, their respective melee weapons locking with the man's.
"Wake Justin up!" Jenrya called, voice strained.
"Hurry!" Jun commanded just as the two were blown back by the enemy's force.
"Justin!" Tomoki headed over to his friend, who was still paralyzed, this time helped by some magic. Tears fell from his eyes, his mouth frozen in screams. He furiously shook the boy, screaming his name.
"C'mon Justin! I'm not here to hurt you! Just wake up! Please! That guy's off of you and attacking the others!" No response. "Please Justin! You have to wake up!"
"Spiriturn stop..." Justin whispered. "Please stop. I don't want this. Please don't make me." Tears continually leaked out of his eyes, which were wide open and glazed. "Just stop."
Knowing that slapping him would just make it worse because of the trauma, even if he could break the hysteria, and the magic was another unknown. Justin and Yutaka were going to kill him for this, but he had to do it. With a swoop of his head, Tomoki caught the wind avatar up in a light kiss, nice and different from the bruising ones that Spiriturn had caught Justin in before. Justin's hysteria lessened as the kiss went on, feeling the different sensations. When Tomoki lifted his head, Justin's tears had ceased and his eyes had lost the haze that clouded before. A blush sprung onto his face, but his eyes were still shadowed by darkness and shame. He stood and morphed silently. "Thanks."
A similar blush came onto Tomoki's face. "No problem. C'mon, let's get this guy."
"He's dead." Justin growled as he drew his sword, wiping his tears. With a cry, Justin jumped in, biting into Spiriturn's shoulder before the avian could summon his armor. A quick twist drew blood, but Justin didn't care as a hand planted itself on Spiriturn's bare chest and pushed off, ripping his sword out painfully from the body. Rage fueling his body, Justin called his next attack out, magic swallowing his body. "Sword Dance!" Furious strikes at eye-blurring speed ensured, his strike calculated to strike vital points. Mid-strike, however, Spiriturn gained some armor so the effectiveness was limited. It still managed to get Justin back to his senses and he jumped back, out of range of a counterattack. Spiriturn took to the air.
"You were the best I had in ages." He whispered. "I want to finish what I started."
Justin didn't respond as the four regrouped.
"How do we get him now?" Jun asked, filing what he found to the back of his head until after the battle.
"Spells." Jenrya responded. "Long-Ranged Weapons. Justin, Tomoki. Cover us with spells. We'll head in with our weapons. Let's move!"
No one argued as the avatars of earth and fire dashed forward, lasers and bullets flying.
"Wind of Pain!"
"Sapphire Whirlwind!"
As Spiriturn maneuvered and dodged around the attacks, a large cutting tornado headed toward him. He took that full in the chest and it was followed by large strands of water that turned into a full-grown twisting blast. A she fell from that, Jenrya swept in and stabbed him in the arm with his lance, twin katanas slashing his other one. As Spiriturn lay there in pain, Justin stood over him.
"You're greatest folly was acting too human." He whispered and arched his sword down...
...to meet Spiriturn's own sword. With a twist, Spiriturn was free. He took to the air again and started to concentrate energy in his hands.
"You know, Justin, you were the sweetest." The monster licked his lips. "But I'm under orders to destroy you, so..." He flew higher than even Jun could jump and continued charging.
Justin stared up at Spiriturn, at his would-be rapist. Rage batted at his senses, trying to consume him. It would be easy to let go, to just say "screw this" and blast Spiriturn into the afterlife. Zordon's voice kept popping up his head, however. "You're a defender now. Remember that Justin. You use your powers to defend, not to hurt. Stay in the light and you'll be fine. Remember Justin. Defend." Following that advice, Justin closed his eyes. The sounds of battle were around him, the sound of charging energy catching his ears. The voiced battle magic was also loud, as were the sounds of magic being cast. But Justin pushed through that, pushed through the sounds, went past his own pain until he was in his own place, his inner world. The feeling of flight spread across him, reminding him of the feeling that he had when the Turbo Megazord first lifted him into the air. Pulling himself out of it, it took Justin a moment to realize that he was floating several feet off the ground. Realizing the opportunities quickly, the wind avatar lifted into the air. Spiriturn saw him and his eyes widened, but the energy couldn't be cut off so easily and was helpless as Justin drew his sword. In the blink of an eye, Justin had embedded the sword in Spiriturn's neck, slicing sideways to behead the creature.
The light died down almost instantly, siphoning into Justin's blade. As Justin returned to the ground, the sword had changed.
"It has wind runes on it." Jenrya commented. "Can you read it?"
As he stared at the metal, words appeared in the wind avatar's mind to say. "You have chosen the path of wind and light and this is proof of your contract. Stay in the light always."
The sword itself was longer and slimmer, reminding his less of his Turbo Sword and more like the more powerful Turbo Megazord's sword. Justin lifted it into the air, where the Turbo sign shined in the light brought by invisible sources. He let his arm drop and looked at the orb that was pulsating brightly at the back of the room, ignoring Spiriturn's dead body beneath him.
"What do you think that is?" He asked.
"I don't know." Jun shrugged.
Before anyone could stop him, Justin had already climbed the steps to the stone holding place of the orb and was standing in front of it. As Tomoki opened his mouth to warn Justin off it, the boy placed a hand on the orb and green light blinded all...
New Items Used (aside from Power Rangers, Digimon Tamers, Digimon Frontier, and Yoroiden Samurai Troopers):
Final Fantasy - All, Quake, Quake 2
Flame of Recca - Setsuna
Magic Knight Rayearth - Sapphire Whirlwind
Lunar Series - Flame Shot, Slash, Sword Dance, Vigor, Wind Dirk
Tales Series - Undine
Weiß Kreuz - Weiss, Schwarz
Mathais grinned. "We own none of these."
An older teen, Shinkaa, nodded. "Sorry, but we have to leave very soon."
Chibi Anzu, Chibi Tomoki, and Chibi Jun waved. "See ya!"