Chapter 6: A New Ally

"Did you see the boy?"

"Yes, but he didn't even notice. I was this close to him, and he didn't know that I wasn't his father." The imposter put his face inches away from the man he was talking to.

"Hmph. That's good. Did you get the job done?"

"Yes, and don't talk to me like you're my superior. I'm the general, remember?"

"Heh, of course. Soon, we will take control of this entire damn country. No one can stop us!"

"The machineâ€it has been destroyed. Taking over this land may not be as easy as we thought."

"Don't fret, it was merely a prototype to an even greater battle droid. And plus, we are much stronger than even the final product, there is no need to worry if a warrior has destroyed a piece of crap rough draft."

"I guess you're right, but this man...I felt amazing power within him."

"Listen, you're the leader, you're supposed to be giving confidence to your troops, not worrying about some warrior who mustered enough strength to beat one of our robots."

"You're right, once again. You're pretty wise for a private. I might have to think of promoting you after this ordeal."

The private returned the smile and sat in his throne in the dead center of the top floor in the Central Edifice. "It's good to be ruler of this land, but when we return home, I'll be happy to be your Lieutenant."

The general put his hand on the dictator's shoulder. "Don't get ahead of yourself now." The general walked towards the staircase, making his leave. The private adored his superior, and was happy to follow him. Although he was covered in robes, he was as graceful as ever as he walked to the door that led to the descending staircase.

His elegance was interrupted, though, as the door burst off its hinges and made hard contact with the wall on the opposite side of the room. The general nearly avoided the door as it flew past him, the wind of the soaring door disheveling his robes. Fire stood at the doorway, and the door was burnt as it lay, singed, on the floor across from the staircase.

A ninja stood in the doorway, his sword outstretched, with fire surrounding him. He was panting, and his expression was anger. He stared at the dictator sitting in the chair, and said, "Where is my father, and why has he brought me here?"

His response was manic laughter as the private stood up and unrevealed a shiny metal item, of which the ninja has never seen. Suddenly, the private pulled a hooked trigger on the object, and a loud cracking noise came from the metal weapon.

Rellik then felt a sharp pain in his chest, as he was thrown out the window to his rear. He was about 100 feet in the air as he was propelled into the cold, bitter air and he plummeted downwards. The unfavorable conditions and the torture of the icy air ripping through his wound reminded him of his terrible past.

The flat mountain base was frozen over and the heavy snow was still falling as Rellik tried to maintain his balance while holding his heavy sword, the Elemental Sword of Storms. It was a magically enchanted sword that was in his family for generations. It could control all weather conditions and he was expected to test it on the snow.

Rellik was sweating despite the cold weather, as the pressure of his father looking on loomed over the young boy. He gripped the cloth wrapped hilt and closed his eyes in concentration. The sweat was now pouring down his face and the rest of his body.

He slowly raised his sword in the air and looked at the gloomy clouds. They were spinning and circling in the sky. They were taunting him, doubting his abilities. Everything was against him, nobody believed in him. He was fueled by his anger and he now thrust the sword as high above him as his arms could stretch.

He summoned the ancient power of the sword and felt it vibrating. He could feel the power flowing through the metal instrument of death, feel it entering his body. Suddenly, he lost his breath as his life force was sucked into the sword. He dropped the sword and fell on the floor, panting.

"GET UP!" the voice from atop the hill screamed, scolding him as always, never proud of his accomplishments. "Concentrate and show me the sun!"

"I'm...trying!" Rellik yelled back through deep breaths, trying to defend himself.

"Don't you DARE talk back to me!" His father was so angry, that he jumped down onto the mountain base a few feet from Rellik, his weight cracking the ice as he landed easily on the icy ground. He then took slow steps towards the breathless boy, merciless even to his own son.

The angry father stood over his son disgusted at what he saw; a ninja on his hands and knees gasping for air. "Look at me." Rellik's father said calmly. Rellik did as he was told, but paid for it with a kick in the mouth. Rellik rolled onto his back clutching his bleeding mouth.

"Damn it," Rellik whispered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, I'm trying again."

"Hmph." Rellik's father jumped to his hill and watched on as his son attempted the technique once more.

And again, Rellik gripped the hilt tightly, and raised the sword towards the clouds. The life force was, for a second time, drained from him and absorbed by the sword. He could not breathe and he closed his eyes and winced in pain. However he endured as long as he could.

The clouds began circling around in the sky and started to dissipate. Faster and faster they spun, creating a whirlwind in the middle that that managed to touch the ground, creating a large hold in the ice below. It was cracking the ice and a line began to crawl towards Rellik's feet.

He almost lost his balance as the cracking ice split into two halves, but luckily he was able to step on the ground that was frozen beneath the ice. Luckily, he was now able to breathe. He wondered why and looked at the sky. From the very top, the clouds were seeping into the tip of the sword and giving him energy. This continued until the sword sucked every cloud from the sky to the hole in the ground caused by the whirlwind.

The snow stopped and the winds receded. The sun now shone brightly in the sky, brightening the mountain. Success. Rellik proudly looked up at the hill to see his father's reaction, but he was not there. Sadly, Rellik walked back to his home.

Rellik felt a sudden stop and he was suspended in the air. No, wait, he now was beginning to feel arms on his back. He was regaining sense after that nasty fall. Slowly, and painfully he opened his eyes, and looked into the greenish eyes of a man with long silver hair and red clothes.

"Wow, kid, you're sure lucky I was here to catch you. Otherwise, you were a goner." Inuyasha said to Rellik, smiling. Inuyasha was accompanied by the usual lot, Miroku, Sango and Kirara, Kagome, and Shippo. Kagome, being the most compassionate, rushed to see the injured boy.

"Inuyasha!" she said alarmed. "Look at his chest!"

"Yeah, I noticed that. What the hell is it? It's just a small hole."

"It's a bullet, Inuyasha. It's technology from my era. A gun, which is more technology, shoots the bullet out at about 100 miles per hour or more, and the bullet pierces the skin. Thank God it missed his heart."

Astonished and confused, Miroku chimed in. "Then, the bullet should be removed as soon as possible."

"Yes, of course." Kagome said, happy that her explanation was adequate to people who had no idea what was going on.

"Well, we are a bit too far from Kaede's, we have to find an inn." Sango said, looking around for a sign.

"You won't find one of those here," Rellik choked out. "It was closed when the new government was established here."

"Speaking of that," Kagome said, interested in the fact of a government this early in time, "what happened to you up there? Why is there even a government here?"

"Kagome please, don't make him speak until he is healed." Miroku said.

"Um, sorry. I guess you right. Let's get him out of here and to the next village."

"Thank you all, but," Rellik blushed, "I think I can walk now, Inuyasha, was it?"

"Heh, right kid," Inuyasha lowered him to the ground and they headed back to the bottom of the cliff where Inuyasha fought the robot. "This is the entrance. Good bye and good riddance to this village."

The private of the Nomolos Eastern Hemisphere Army blew the smoke emitting from the barrel of his pistol. "Good bye and good riddance, Rellik." The general named Kinto still stood at the rectangular space in the wall where the door used to be, his eyes wide and his posture frozen.

"Wow," he said, "That was one hell of a sword." The flames from the sword where slowly burning the tough wood of the door frame, but it was dying out. The chiseled and splintered door lay on the other side of the room, blackened by ash.

"Well, we won't have to worry about him again."

"Think again," Kinto said, "looking out the broken window as Inuyasha's group left the village. "Luckily for that foolish ninja the man in the red was there to catch him."

"That's the bastard that destroyed the Prima 1.0?"

"The very same."

"Is he one of those 'people' you've been worrying about when taking over?"

"Yeah, there is a whole lot of the kind. I believe they are called demons. A tough group of warriors, no doubt, but we should be able to conquer them as well as the humans." An evil grin spread over Kinto's face as he fantasized about world domination.

Yet, it was not even his face, but the face of Rellik's father. "I don't think I'll need this disguise anymore." Kinto said as he morphed into his true state. An ability of the Nomolosan people. If you kill 'em, you can be 'em.

"I guess we should get to fixing this room, ay?"

"Sure, but first let me give our little band of bastards a little surprise." Kinto held up a small device and pressed a few buttons. He put the device back into his satchel and began helping the private tidy the room.

The crescent moon was shining dimly in the dark sky, not that it's light would illuminate the gloomy forest anyway. It was pitch black as Inuyasha and the gang continued towards a new village to get medical attention for Rellik.

"By the way, we didn't get your name." Kagome said, looking at the ninja warmly.

He felt comfortable around these people, and he was not one bit reluctant about talking to them about himself. "My name is Rellik. And yours, if I may?"

Kagome chuckled. "Your very polite, Rellik. I am Kagome, this is Sango, we have Miroku over here, and little Shippo. Oh! And Kirara down here. As you know, this is Inuyasha."

"Thank you all for helping me. I cannot express my gratitude in words."

"Don't mention it," Miroku said.

"You are a warrior, are you not?" Inuyasha said, ignoring Miroku's 'Don't mention it'.

"A ninja more specifically, but yes, you could say that I am a warrior."

"If you really want to pay us back, then why don't you join us in our fight against evil?"

"Fight against evil? Sounds good, it's the least I could do. But, I think you should elaborate." Inuyasha and his friends explained all of their adventures. Kagome's transportation to this era, the despicable Naraku, Sesshomaru, Koga, and all of the people they have come to know in this period of time.

Rellik said nothing during the telling of the evil deeds by the group, except for gasping at the terrible events. Finally, when they finished the explanation he said, "I will definitely help you. I can't just sit around and let this evil run free with my talents." Rellik winced and clutched his chest, the pain reminding him of other evils.

"Are you okay?" Sango asked, grabbing Rellik's shoulders to comfort him.

"Yes, thank you, I just need to get to that inn quickly."

"Well," Inuyasha said, pointing to a wooden arch symbolizing the entrance of a town, "we don't have to wait any longer. Let's go."

Just as they reached the arch, the bushes to their left and right started to rustle. "What was that?" Inuyasha said, his keen senses alert and ready.

"I don't know," Miroku confessed, "I am not sensing any kind of demonic aura...or any aura to that matter!"

Suddenly, as if Miroku's words were a cue, two robots burst out of the forest from both sides of the group, and pulled out their swords.