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A Dose of Chaos Book II
Nightmare of the Baboon
The Stage is Set, the Curtains Shall Rise
Deep in a forest a few miles away from the Masaki shrine, we see an individual wearing a cloak of a white baboon. Although his face is covered by a mask of the skin's former owner, one could tell the evil aura the person's soul gave off. He merely gives a few motions of his hand, and before him appears a castle that would have been quite commonplace in the Sengoku Jidai. The figure slowly walks into the gates, the force field reappearing in the castle's place. The castle then vanishes and the ground appears as if it was never disturbed in the first place.
The figure took off the baboon mask and revealed the face of a young man. He had features that many young women and girls would swoon over, if they did not know what he truly was. He had long wavy black hair, and on his face was a calm and cocky demeanor. He had a type of purple eye shadow along his eyes, which in turn held a cold and heartless glint. The man inspected his home, and then stalked up the second floor. He looked outside and could clearly see the forest beyond the glowing purple wall dome.
The man smirked as he looked out into the night, staring at the stars and the full moon.
"This will prove to be an excellent fortress indeed. Kukukuku."
Deep in an area of subspace, where many wonderful yet terrifying things could happen, the latter being the most, we come upon young pink spiky-haired girl that appeared to have her hair styled in the shape of a crab. Her green eyes held the obvious impression of mischief, but were currently in deep concentration. She was looking at various readouts on many magnificent phenomena.
"So, did you find anything, Little Washu?" The girl in question looked back towards a young boy strapped in a kinky looking device, wearing the perfect expression of nervousness. The young boy had a farmer's tan, with spiky black hair, with a rat tail pulled in the back, on his head. Where kind and quiet eyes were usually adorning his face, he instead wore the look of a deer caught in headlights.
"Well, even though my monitoring security devices caught part of the battle on file, I was still unable to ascertain the pattern. Again." She sighed and pressed a button on her console, few monitors popped up out of nowhere and floated in front of the two individuals. "I swear Tenchi, trouble and mystery follows you like a lost puppy." Tenchi raised an eyebrow at that statement. "Well anyway, so far this is the third time something has happened where you subconsciously called on the Lighthawk Wings. Yet still I, Washu, cannot determine the source of this power." Washu then looked towards the monitors. "Yet still, it is quite amazing that this guy not only caused you to activate him, but to also cause you to deactivate them as well. Not to mention the powers, speed, and abilities he possessed, it was amazing that he just up and stopped all because little Sasami asked him to."
Washu, of course, was referring to the events that transpired three months prior. Apparently a man, who went by the name of Sesshoumaru, was after Tenchi's life. Everything thrown at the man did not stop him from reaching his ultimate goal, not even the legendary Lighthawk Wings could stop him. Just as he was about to end the young prince's life, a simple plea from young Sasami stopped him completely. It was a strange event by far, not to mention deadly.
Tenchi gave a sigh of relief to that statement, thankful that the little princess found a way to deter the cold man. "Yeah, that was a close one. But Washu…?" Washu looked back towards Tenchi. "Yes Tenchi dear?" Tenchi began to get even more nervous at her mood change. "Um, can I get out of hear now?" Washu looked him up and down, for all the boy was wearing was his boxers. She then magically put on her nurse outfit and switch to adult mode.
The now adult Washu sulkily walked towards him, wearing her seductive look, she slowly closed in on our poor lad as a spider would a fly. "But Tenchi, why would you want to get down?" Her tone took on a saucy one, and was about to see if she was able to receive the effect that she was hoping for. That is until Mihoshi walked in. Again.
"Hi Washu! Are you and Tenchi playing doctor again?" Tenchi nosebleed while Washu stuttered. " Wh-! How the hell do you get in here all the time!?" Tenchi was thankful for the blonde's regular intrusion.
Five minutes later…As the three occupants in the lab walked out of the door that greatly resembled a broom closet, they were instantly assaulted with the sweet aroma of Sasami's cooking. "That smells so good!" Mihoshi stated this after her stomach obviously gave a loud grumbling.
Tenchi was then assaulted by two pensive women on each side of him. On his right was a woman with cyan colored spiky hair, and held golden cat like eyes that gave off the ring of mischief. She gave off the aura off someone ruthless, yet can be gentle at the same time. She also appeared to be someone that would sloth off on duties. The woman on his left was just the opposite, for she had purple colored hair, that was pulled back into twin ponytails. She had deep read eyes that held an air of nobility. She gave off the aura being uptight, but in truth she was just like the other woman, gentle with a pure heart. Both wore faces of annoyance, determination, and concern. Both spoke simultaneously.
"What did she do to you Tenchi?" Tenchi sweat dropped at the question, wondering how to answer it without turning it into a disaster. "Don't worry you two, all Washu did was just run some tests." Ayeka eyed Washu suspiciously. "May I ask what kind of tests, Lord Tenchi?" Ryoko gave Washu the same look. "Yeah "Mom", why don't you tell us?" Washu put on her innocent face and started to speak in a harmless tone. "Oh little Ryoko, you're far too young to know the details." Tenchi sweat dropped and thought the situation couldn't get any worse, until Mihoshi butted in. "Oh, don't worry you two, they were just playing doctor!" Tenchi cringed.
Tenchi, sensing a fight would break out, wisely crept out of the dining room. He walked into the kitchen, taking in more of Sasami's wonderful cooking. He tuned out the arguing, more than aware of the fact that Washu can easily defuse the situation. "So, when will dinner be ready Sasami?"
The young girl in question turned around at the sound of the question, a smile evident on her face. She had pinkish red eyes that held innocence, which hid the pain she would sometimes feel. She had freckles on her face, with long blue hair pulled into two long pigtails. On top of her head a small furry animal sat, which was an oddity due to its appearance. The animal was a cross between a rabbit and a cat, and so it we shall dub it a "cabbit". It meowed at Tenchi as he approached them. It jumped off of Sasami and ran up to his shoulder. "Hello Ryo-Ohki." He scratched the cabbit's head as she continued her meowing.
Sasmai giggled at the fuzzy creature's antics. Sasami answered Tenchi's question. "Tenchi, dinner should be ready in about a few minutes, could you get the table ready?" Tenchi smiled at the young girls request. "Sure Sasami, you shouldn't do everything yourself." Tenchi walked back into the dining room, forgetting all together that a fight broke out a few minutes before.
Tenchi walked into the room, and found Ryoko and Ayeka on the floor, charred. As he gathered the utensils, he saw Washu and Mihoshi watching TV. He just rolled his eyes and continued setting the table. It was a normal night at the Masaki household.
In the back streets of Okayama, in the middle of the night…
We chance upon a gang of young teens, various types dress out in the colors of their gang. Unbeknownst to most people, this gang was one made up of entirely Youkai*. One of many Youkai* whose ancestors assimilated with modern society, these particular descendants are considered social garbage. Their leader, Gin, was a Snake Youkai* who ruled cruelly. They were going through their usual rituals, until someone made their presence known.
All the members looked over, and saw a man wearing the cloak of a white baboon. One of the gang members stepped forward, ready to assault the man if the need arises. "Hey, who hell are you asshole!?" The mask stared at him, and gave no answer. "Hey, I was talking to yo-erk!" The youth was cut diagonally by a spinning object, his separate body halves slumping to the ground. The spinning weapon returned to the shadows behind the man, it's glint could still be seen in the light.
Gin stepped forward, with a blade poised in front of him. He had spiky red hair, its color the same as blood. He had several body piercing along his face, some in his nose, others along his eyebrows. His yellow eyes held arrogance, the type that wouldn't take orders from anyone. With his sword in hand, he slowly walked towards the man. "Heh, just what the hell do you think you're doing slaughtering my men? With those actions, I just can't allow you to live. So how about I use my Renkuruha on your pelted ass and wet my taste for blood?"
The pelted man gave a cold chuckle, which signaled for the shadows to attack. A cold gust assaulted Gin, slowly forming ice along his whole body. The cold fierce enough to freeze even the most hottest of fires, was more than enough to kill the reptile Youkai*. After the gusts were over with, Gin was frozen in an ice block, his expression frozen in place from the intense cold. The other members saw his expression of horror and pain before the spinning object return from the shadows and shattered the object. As it flew back into the shadows, the pelted man began to chuckle.
"Kitsu, Shigure, enough. I believe we have shown these young men here that we wish to carry on with business." A woman's low chuckle and a child's insane giggling could be heard. "Greetings, I am Naraku. Who is in charge here?" There were many murmurs running through the group, until one of the individuals were pushed forward.
He was a young man, who appeared around twenty. He had several body piercing as Gin did before him, but his yellow eyes wore nervousness instead of arrogance. He wore a sock cap, and had tuffs of brown hair sticking out from under it. He gulped, and nervously spoke. "I'm in charge here. The name's Jenku."
Naraku chuckled. "Excellent, I have a proposition for you and your people, Jenku. Kukukuku."
The next morning, in a completely different era, we enter someone's dream…It was merely an hour before dawn, and the nearing of twilight still did not stir the quiet little village. We come upon a lone hut, obviously where the head of the village resides. We chance upon six individuals who are sleeping soundly, at peace with the serenity of the forest that decorated the outside of the village.
We enter the dreams of one of these individuals, a houshi* named Miroku. The man had black hair tied back into a small ponytail. His clothes were black robes overlaid with purple cloths. He was in a sitting position, leaning against the wall of the hut. His staff lay gently against his shoulders, as he cradled it. The staff itself was a typical Buddhist's, an elaborate golden design shaped in two loops, three rings on each side of the staff. Currently he appeared to be experiencing a very "pleasant" dream.
*dream sequence*
Miroku walked through the forest path, enjoying the sensation of nature. He then came upon a clearing, and found the very person he had been searching for. There stood a vision of beauty to the monk, and he stood there with his hand tightly gripping his staff.
The young woman before him was busily picking various flowers, but then she looked up, and smiled. She had long black hair, tied in back with a white hair band. She had on a full white kimono that was made of the most expensive silk, and its quality reflected the young woman's beauty. She had soft brown eyes, which in real life could turn fierce, but since this was a dream, it did not matter. She instantly got up and ran to the houshi*, embracing him with all her love and joy. He then took a chance, and did something that he normally would not get away with in real life.
Squeeze.
He copped a feel.
…
In the real world, this one act would either be answered by a slap across the
face, or the mighty Hiraikotsu* would be used. Yet instead she giggled, and
held him even closer. Ah, the power of dreams, a place where unlikely events
can happen.
"Oh, Miroku, please do it again! I enjoy that every time you do it!" Miroku merely gave a smirk of triumph, and groped her again. She giggled even more, and then Miroku joined in. "Ah, Sango, what a wonderful and beautiful life we live! Especially now since the Kazanna* has disappeared." They both giggled again, laughing at their little amusement.
As they held each other, Sango's eyes began to take on a dark red glow. She narrowed them, her eyes becoming ones of a predator about to pounce its prey. "Kukukuku. Foolish houshi, like your ancestor, you are trapped in my web." Miroku, was a little shocked by Sango's declaration, for he was expecting one of love. "Is there something wrong Sango? Are you feeling well?" Sango roughly pushed Miroku back, as she continued to laugh at her own little joke. She then lightly leapt a few feet back, and easily landed with ease on some large rocks. She shot her hand out at Miroku, and several black spheres flew towards him.
Miroku's right arm was hit in several spots, and a few of the spheres hit his chest. He felt nothing at first, but then the full brunt of the sphere's purpose hit him in force. Intense pain hit Miroku in full, as his skin was being torn apart from each of the very spots where the spheres struck. He could feel the very fabric of the black orbs tearing at him, or more like, sucking him in. He then realized what it truly was. It was the air void.
Miroku glanced up, hurt and betrayal in his eyes, watching Sango laugh cruelly at his predicament. "Why Sango?! Why did you do this?!" Sango began to laugh harder, each cry more painful than the last. "Fool, you still do not realize what is happening? Very well then, I'll show you." She raised her arm, covering her face in the process. After she moved it again, her face and body took on a different form.
Instead of a woman, it was a man wearing a dark bluish-purple kimono. His black hair flung wildly around his face due to the intense wind currents. His eyes held a cold glint, and he began to chuckle his trademark laugh. "Kukuku, now you understand, don't you houshi?"
"Naraku?!" Miroku was in shock by this turn of events, and was about to comment on how he could be alive, until the five air voids expanded and consumed him. Miroku felt incredible pain as his body was slowly being sucked in. He first saw a bright light, and then, total darkness.
*end of dream sequence*
Miroku woke up in a sweat, his heart racing from the very nightmare he had experienced. He was breathing hard, and slowly looked at his right hand. It was bare, as normal as a hand could be, the Kazaana nonexistent since the defeat of Naraku six months ago. Yet despite the fact that it was gone, the nightmares were still very vivid.
He glanced around the large hut, finding that only five of his usual bedmates were present. "Ah, it appears that Inuyasha has already left for his "business"." Lately, for the past six months, Inuyasha has always left early in the morning. Of course, when asked where he was going, the Hanyou's* lame excuse was to patrol his forest for any Youkai* that were wandering about. Of course everyone could see through his little lie, hell, even the common villagers knew why he was going off on his own. Everyone easily expected that he was going to the well, visiting Kagome. Miroku decided that one of these days he would have to confront his friend on his little activities.
He pushed his musings to the side and stare at his fellow companions. Old Keade was the first, her features unchanged despite the fact that she was asleep. Her ancient facial expression holding an array of seriousness, but at the same time could hold joy and content. Next was a young boy, who had several freckles on his face, with his hair pulled back into a ponytail. His innocent face held comfort, but the memories of his painful past still haunt him to this very day. Kohaku was being comforted by his furry companion, Kirara*, the small two-tailed fire cat Youkai cuddling against him just as a real housecat would. Her creamy white fur curled near his face, she helped to bring warmth and comfort to the young boy. Miroku then looked over the young kitsune*, Shippo. The fox-child lay contently next to another person, his face one of peace. He held onto the woman like she were his own mother, since Kagome could no longer come here as often as she did before, due to her school she had to go to. The woman he held onto was the very same one in his dream. Sango laid there contently, at peace with herself as she slumbered.
Part of Sango's hair lay in her face, as she cuddled Shippo more in her sleep. "Lucky fellow." Miroku quietly moved over to her, and gently brushed the hair from her face. He watched her slowly breath, and could have sworn he heard her rhythmic heartbeat. He then stood up and was about to walk away, until he tripped on his own staff. Disaster instantly struck as his face landed on her hip, as the young woman was lying on her side. Several sweat drops went down Miroku's head, as he knew that he was screwed. He slowly opened his eyes, and glanced over to the young woman's face. Yup, he was screwed.
Sango's eye was open, while the other held shut, and one could tell that she was pissed. If Miroku didn't see know any better, he could have sworn that he saw a fiery aura surround Sango. Even though that this was a sort of normal routine for the two, this time Miroku actually didn't mean to do it this time. Too bad for him.
SMACK!
Miroku was lying on the ground, unconscious, with a hand shaped red mark on his face. The other occupants slightly stirred, but then they went back to sleep. Miroku and Sango's ritual slap fest were common, so everyone's pretty much gotten used to it. Sango lied back down and closed her eyes, all the while mumbling pervert in the process. A blush then proceeded to appear on her face, as she was awake when he brushed hair aside.
Tenchi got off the bus stop, and continued towards home. He was relieved that the day was over, but at the same time he was dreading. One would think of the constant bickering as the case, but in fact it was really his grandfather's training. Ever since the attack, his grandfather has upped his training and made it even more intense. So for the past three months he's been not only sharpening his swordsmanship, but also becoming stronger and faster. He noticed both the power and the speed boost from whenever he would perform daily activities in gym class. His classmates and teacher were both very surprised when he practically increase his sessions a good twenty percent.
Of course, the girls started to notice more, which meant that not only would he have to deal with attention from home, but also now at school. He just hoped to whatever deity was listening that Ryoko and Ayeka wouldn't find out. Tenchi looked towards the gate as two women were standing there waiting for him. "Speaking of the devil…" He was about to greet them until a few sounds of motorcycle engines could be heard. He turned around and saw around twenty young teens coming towards his house, intent on harming its occupants.
To be continued…
Whew! That took me a few days to write. Well, I'm back with book two as I promised, and in my opinion this one will be longer than even the third one. Oops, I slipped. But anyway, I introduced the first villain, the first chaotic situation, and even introduced some Inuyasha characters. Though this will probably be the only time for a while until Inuyasha and company enter the fray. I'm guessing that they will appear around chapter five or six, possibly even seven. Another thing I have to tell you all is that I may not update every few days, due to finals popping up. But don't worry, as soon as summer vacation pop up, I'll be able to produce a chapter every two or three days.
For those of you wondering what the * is for, it's supposed to be the guidelines for the following words. I know that some people out there are more familiar with the CN version on Adult Swim, so here are some of the terms I will use with the fic. Only words that have shown up so far will be shown right now.
Youkai = demon
Hanyou = half demon
Kazaana = Wind Tunnel (or more preferably, the Air Void)
Kitsune = fox demon
Houshi = a low level Buddhist monk.
Sama = It has not appeared yet, but this is used for someone of a high title. Rin calls Sesshoumaru "Sesshoumaru-sama(along with Jaken and those who fear him) Where as Sango calls Miroku "Houshi-sama". She called him this at first, mostly because she didn't fully trust him(can you blame her?), although now she fully trusts him(well, most of the time), she still calls him "Houshi-sama". It is either out of the fact that she is in the habit of calling him this, or the fact that she calls him this because he is still a pervert.
Sesshoumaru-sama and Houshi-sama are the only Japanese prefixes I will use, because they are terms of affection from their respective speakers, and the fact that I can't manage the prefixes very well. Whoa, that explanation was way to long.
Kirara = I know that in the dub Kirara sounds like Kilala, but I'm using the original name spelling for her, so that's that.
Hiraikotsu = Sango's extremely large boomerang
Sorry for the extended author notes, but I felt that it was necessary. Anyway, for those of you who are reading this fic but have not read book one, I suggest you do so you'll have an idea of what's going on. Well, please read and review and tell me what you think please.
