The Bonds of Time
Chapter 8
Andrew Joshua Talon, with many thanks to Kanako Urashima
DISCLAIMER: Love Hina is not mine. I'm not making any profit off this fanwork, and the authors used own themselves. "The Love Hina Fan Boy War!" is the property of Kanako Himekazi-Urashima, which she gave me permission a while ago back to write a prequel to.
Therefore...
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The third installment of the so-called Kebinu Saga! Here, our intrepid fire user meets his goddess-The temperamental, intelligent, beautiful, and hot (in more ways than one ^__^) Naru Narusegawa! Known in the future as the Evil Empress Naru! Roll em, and grab the popcorn!
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"Well, it's nice you're relating the stories of your fellow demi-gods and goddesses," said Arney, sounding a slightly impatient foot tapping, "but how does this fit together into the Big Picture?"
"'Big Picture', Miss Arney?" Talon asked, sounding somewhat amused. "The Big Picture is seldom seen until after it's been completed. Always a jig-saw puzzle in motion, is the future." Arney raised an eyebrow.
"You said that quote?"
"No, one of my ex-girlfriends did." Talon smirked. "I'd never mangle a Star Wars quote, especially by Yoda, so much."
Arney tilted her head quizzically, giving the demi-god a look.
"Well, fine then... But how does this fit with anything?"
"Well," Talon said, sighing deeply, "my brother, Benjamin, began to write down prophecies he received, thanks to his powers. He could discern the past, the present, the possible futures-All of it, from just a touch."
"Kind of like... John Smith, of Stephen King's The Dead Zone?" Asked Arney, blinking. Talon nodded approvingly.
"I'm glad you've at least heard of it. Yes, exactly. In any event, one of the major prophecies my brother made was that each of the Seven Goddesses - Mutsumi, Naru, Shinobu, Kanako, Kitsune, Suu, and Motoko - would be paired with a champion. These champions would serve their goddesses completely and totally, and be responsible for either saving or destroying them... For all of us champions were connected to our goddess by the most wonderful and terrible thing imaginable."
"Which was?" Talon smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"Love, of course." The demi-god walked over to the window, looking up at the sun. It was nearing midday. Reassuming his professor's air, Talon frowned, turning to his student.
"It's almost lunchtime. Perhaps you should...?"
"No, no, I'm fine," assured Arney, smiling. "So, which champions went to which goddesses?"
"It is rather obvious," Talon observed dryly, "who had which goddess. Still... All right." Talon gave Arney his full attention, his green eyes locking with her blue ones once more.
"Shinobu had two champions: Kana Himekazi and Lance Waymire. Mutsumi had myself, of course. Motoko had... Well... I suppose we still have to see. Kitsune's champion was either Christopher Magician or Eijentu, that's still being debated. Suu's champion? We're still not sure about her, either... Kanako's, of course, was Kana, and Naru's..."
"Kebinu?"
"Indeed..."
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Still late autumn, 2015
"Shit."
Kevin stood inside the Eisenhower Tunnel, deep in the Rocky Mountains. He had been making reasonable time since he was exiled from Denver, following road signs and navigating his way through the wilderness as he continued west to higher and higher altitudes, but when he reached the gigantic tunnel that had been carved through the side of a mountain more than half a century ago, he was frustrated by—of all things—a gigantic steel door. A door that, to the best of his knowledge, was not supposed to exist.
Angrily, he paced back out to his car and sat down in the driver's seat, leaning his head on the steering wheel. That door was too thick for even him to blast open. It seemed he'd hit a dead end. To have come this far…
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit!" he shouted, banging his head against the wheel—and jumping in surprise when he accidentally honked the horn. "Cruel fate, must you always mock me?!"
"Hey there stranger… need a lift?"
Kevin opened his eyes and glanced up, in time to see a grinning young blonde man. Said blonde man flung the car door open and before Kevin even realized it, he had been grabbed by the collar and pulled from the car, then thrown roughly to the pavement.
"Uh… what's your problem?" he mumbled laconically from the ground—a second before the heel of the man's shoe collided with his belly, knocking the wind out of him.
"Not much. It's just that this is our territory, y'see, and when people drive through it without paying the toll, it kind of pisses us off."
"I'm gonna… go out on a limb…" Kevin gasped, too winded from the combination of sucker-punch and thin mountain air to flame the man, and too interested in getting information to do so even if he could have. "Let me guess… you guys… built that door?"
"Smart guy. Say, that car ain't really yours, is it? Most guys your age can't afford a BMW."
"That's just one of many surprising things about me," Kevin shot back, as he felt enough strength return to make a fireball sprout from his left hand.
The blonde man's eyes widened. "Oh shit… a fire user… there's another one of these freaks?! Talk about bad luck…" he yelped, stepping back quickly.
Kevin's eyes widened. "Another? Another one? Around here? And who are you calling a—" any further questioning was cut off as two other young men shoved loaded M16s to his neck, providing him some encouragement to let the fireball die out. The blonde man nodded in appreciation.
"Good timing, Carlos, Bill. Let's get this guy back to base… eh heh heh. Two little fire users, one nice payday for the Mountaineers." He gave a hand signal, and the other two men grabbed Kevin roughly by the arms and pulled him off the road and down a rocky slope into the trees along the mountainside. He could easily break the holds, but decided to play along… these guys were the key to getting the door open, and the existence of another fire user had piqued his curiosity to the extreme.
After some fifteen minutes of hiking, they arrived at what looked like a small base camp, with an array of tents, portable generators, cooking fires and several four-wheeled ATVs. Around a dozen men and a few women were milling around, but gathered in one spot as the blonde man approached with his captive.
"What did you get this time, Rob?" called out one of the men to the blonde guy, who grinned triumphantly.
"This loser tried to drive his pretty German sports car through our tunnel," he cackled. "Can you believe the nerve of some people these days? There's just no respect for authority left in this world."
"Bet that car'll go for a good price," one young lady piped up.
"That's not all, though," the blonde guy insisted, pointing at Kevin. "This guy's a fire user too!"
At this a chorus of loud shouting went up, disturbing birds from the trees nearby and blending into a cacophony of statements.
"Damn, two in two days!"
"We're gonna be rolling in it!"
"Looks like this one went down pretty easily, too."
"Yeah, he didn't put up half of the struggle that girl did," Rob confirmed.
So the other one's a girl, Kevin thought quietly to himself. I wonder if she's cute—
"Hey, you! Quit daydreaming and listen up!" shouted one of the men who was holding Kevin—Bill, he thought the guy's name was—as he grabbed Hanson roughly and herded him towards a small, black tent. "Get in here and keep quiet!"
"Uh… aren't you going to tie me up or something?" Kevin called back over his shoulder, confusion on his features.
"No point," replied the man—a big, burly type with more hair on his arms than most people have on their heads—as he unzipped the tent flap. "The girl burned right through the ropes like they were nothing, so we won't waste any on you either. Don't get any ideas about escaping, though," he added. "We're going to have you under surveillance 24 hours a day, and if you so much as stick your head out of this tent you'll need to find a surgeon to reattach your head."
"Duly noted, thank you—aaaaaaaccckk!" Kevin shouted as he was flung through the tent flap, which promptly zipped shut behind him, and tumbled a few steps until he fell flat on his face. The first thing he was aware of was that he had landed on something that was very soft and warm, and smelled rather nice.
"Eeeeeeeeeeek! What are you doing, you pervert?!"
He almost jumped out of his skin as he realized he had landed on top of someone. He didn't even get the chance to get up, however, as a fist sailed out of nowhere and connected with his face, sending him flying backwards and landing on his butt. At the same moment, a small flame ignited inside the room within the hand of the person who had been his landing cushion, and for the first time he got a good look at his tent-mate.
The person was undoubtedly female, a stunning figure showing through her turtleneck and skirt being the proof. Her hair was long, and reddish-brown in color, falling over her back and around the sides of her head. In the middle of her bangs a most peculiar cowlick that vaguely resembled antennae sprouted from her forehead. Her face was smoothly defined, light in complexion and unblemished, and her huge, expressive eyes were a deep brown color, like his. All in all, she was quite easy on the eyes.
Or at least she would have been, if she wasn't wearing one of the most frightening facial expressions ever devised.
"You damn pervert…" she snarled, narrowing her eyes dangerously. "Taking advantage of an injured girl like me… I oughta…"
"Whoa, hey!" he called out quickly. "What the hell are you talking about, girl?! You want to bitch somebody out, bitch the guy who threw me into you!"
"Spare me. I'm in no mood to be groped," she snapped, increasing the size of the flame slightly for emphasis.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Now can you please settle down? (God, women get worked up over the dumbest things…)" he muttered, rubbing his sore cheek.
"What was that?!" barked the girl. "You're lucky I can't walk, pal, or I'd be over there teaching you one hell of a lesson."
Kevin sighed loudly. "Okay, time out. Let's take ten seconds to breathe deeply and calm down, then we can try talking again. Okay? Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. All right. Now… are you the fire user those guys were talking about?"
"You have a keen grasp of the obvious, pal. What tipped you off, the thing in my hand?" the girl growled, gesturing to the fire on her hand. "And what's it to you, anyway?"
"Well, first of all," he replied, holding up his hand and letting a flame appear on it, "I can do that trick too."
For a moment the girl was silent, looking him over, as though studying him.
"Go on," she said eventually, noticeably calmed down.
"Second of all, I heard them talking about getting paid for catching people like us. What exactly is that about?"
"…you're not from around here, are you?" the girl said, lifting an eyebrow.
"I've spent the last ten years in an airport, if that's what you mean," Kevin replied. "And judging by that accent, you're not from around here either. Sounds Asian to me… let me guess. Japanese?"
"Good guess," the girl conceded, nodding. "My name is Naru Narusegawa."
"Naru," he repeated. "Well, nice to meet you, Naru."
A pretty name for a pretty girl…
"What did you say?" the girl exclaimed, her eyes considerably wider.
"Er… nothing! Not a thing!" Kevin quickly replied. Oh crap, did I say that out loud? Now she's probably going to go back to calling me a pervert, he thought to himself, smacking his forehead and feeling his cheeks grow noticeably warmer.
"So… what's your name?" she asked.
"Kevin Hanson, but just call me Kevin," he replied quickly, nodding slightly.
"Ke…binu…" she pronounced.
"Er, no, it's 'Kevin'. K-E-V-I-N. Kevin," he corrected.
"Ke-binu," she tried again.
"Come on! It's Ke-vin! KE-VIN!" he shouted, raising his voice considerably.
"HEY! SHUT UP IN THERE!" barked a voice from outside, prompting him to mutter a quick apology.
"Kebinu," Naru said again, this time with considerable finality.
'Kebinu' sighed and slumped his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess 'Kebinu' will do… anyway, Naru, how'd you end up here?"
"Long story," she replied. "And you probably wouldn't believe me."
"My situation's no different," he answered with a little smile. "The short version is that I'm an outcast with no place to go. How about you?"
"I'm looking for someone," she said, glancing seriously at him. "Someone important."
"Let me guess… it's not one of the people out there?"
"Congratulations," Naru answered sarcastically. "No, it's not them. I just kind of got a little waylaid with these creeps. I flew into Denver from Japan six years ago—"
"You're kidding?! That was you?!"
Naru frowned. "Huh?"
'Kebinu' nodded eagerly. "Yeah. I remember hearing that six years ago a plane landed at the airport. I missed it because I was out on the plains tracking down some lady's lost kid… damn! What kind of plane was it?"
"What does that matter?" Naru queried.
"Oh, uh, sorry, got carried away," he smiled sheepishly. "I used to be kind of an aviation buff. Anyway, now you've got me curious. Go on."
"Well, I came here with some other people… friends of mine. For the past six years we've basically been up and down the American southwest searching for a guy, but… we didn't find him, and we eventually kind of… split up."
She looked away bitterly for a moment, then resumed her story.
"I decided recently to go back to Denver, just because I know it better than any of the other places I've passed through. I've been making my way east and got blocked by that stupid tunnel yesterday… then they jumped me. Ordinarily I would have just fried them all, but…"
"But…?"
Naru pointed to her left leg, which was extended straight out on the ground, the area around her ankle red and swollen. "I'm not used to driving, and when I got out of my car, I caught my foot on the brake pedal and wrenched my ankle."
Before he realized it, laughter burst out of his mouth—the first laugh he'd had in years. Naru's face immediately soured, and the flame she held grew into a full-fledged fireball.
"It's not funny, you jerk!" she snapped, baring her teeth. "You want to laugh at me, I'll give you something to laugh about—"
"Sorry, sorry!" he replied quickly. "I've just never heard of anyone doing that before. So that's how you wound up here."
"And anyway, what are you laughing about?! You got caught too, and you don't look like you're hurt at all! Call yourself a—"
"Uh, that was on purpose, miss. I wanted to meet you," he replied, holding up a hand.
Naru blinked. "Huh?"
"Sorry to break it to you, but I have a couple of questions that probably only you can answer. First of all… what was that guy talking about when he said that we were worth a lot of money?"
Outside, it sounded like the guard was being changed.
"All right, Carlos, it's your turn," Bill announced to his companion as he stood and walked away from the tent. "Keep a close eye on them."
"No problem, Bill!" Carlos called back after him. "I can go for days without sleep!"
"Man, you really are out of it," Naru sighed. "Okay, You probably don't know this, but around different parts of this country, people like us get treated differently. Out east there are plenty of us who get treated like royalty or something. People look up to them, call them leaders, sometimes even worship them. In the west, though, it's kind of a different story. With all these mountains and deserts, it's like a giant no-man's-land, and there's no authority whatsoever. People do whatever they want to."
"So this is it, I'm living in a Mad Max flick…"
"Are you listening to me or not, smart-ass?!"
"Sorry, continue."
"AHEM." The expression on her face indicated she didn't want to bother explaining, but from the sound of her voice, it seemed she certainly liked to hear herself talk. "Out here, basically money and power are everything. If you've got an edge over someone, you have to flaunt it. If you've got money, you can influence people. If you have both, you have control. But there's not many people who do, and as a result… people do stupid things with their money. Like put out bounties on elemental users' heads."
"…why the hell would they do that?"
"I'm getting to that! Say you were in a position of power. Say you felt someone was a threat to you. What would you do?"
"…eliminate them?"
"Bingo. The bosses of the gangs around here pay out money to get rid of people like us, because we're stronger than them. It's the little dog going for the big dog's jugular before the big one can bite."
"I see. So where would you fit in this?"
"Huh?"
"I'm just curious. I mean, I personally never saw myself as a 'big dog'. I just want to live my own life."
Naru looked away. "I just got sick of it. Sick of the people in power always being the people who don't have a clue how to lead. One day I just woke up and was like, 'You know what? I'm smart, I'm powerful. I should just take over.'"
"(Gee, she's sure modest…) I see. And how did you plan to do this?"
Naru glanced at him, then at the ground. "…I'm still working on that." She looked up, slightly surprised, when she felt his hand on her shoulder.
"I'll tell you what," he said, a confident expression coming over his face. "While I'm not crazy about people being bossed around, I definitely prefer order to chaos. Besides, you're the first person I've met in a decade who treated me normally (aside from punching me in the face)," he added under his breath. "You've got yourself a recruit."
"Great. Now all we have to do is get out of here," Naru mumbled.
"Leave that to me," he smiled. "This dog's done with rolling over and playing dead."
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'Kebinu' stood and walked to the tent flap. Prying it open to glance around, he noticed that Carlos had failed to live up to his eagle-eyed reputation and was now snoring contentedly on the ground. Opportunity was not just knocking, it was apparently breaking the door down with a hatchet. Allowing himself a small grin, he ducked back inside and walked over to stand in front of Naru.
"Can you stand up?"
"Yeah," she grunted, struggling to her feet.
"All right, give me your hands and feet."
"Hey, what are you—ACK! DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!!!"
And just like that, Naru managed to rebuild the door and slam it in Opportunity's face with one ill-timed complaint, as Carlos' eyes snapped open just a second after the two fugitives managed to slip out through the tent door. From his prone position on the ground, the gang member could see Naru clinging to 'Kebinu' piggyback-style, and was also afforded a rather panoramic view of her…
"STOP STARING AT MY PANTIES!" Naru roared in a voice 'Kebinu' hadn't heard her use before, as she spun around and pointed her right hand at Carlos, whose nose was trickling blood. A split second later a blazing jet of fire erupted from her hand and smote the unfortunate peeping tom right where he lay, leaving behind little that would have been recognizable as human.
"Overreaction, much?" 'Kebinu' murmured.
"Just shut up and carry me!" the Japanese girl huffed.
Unfortunately, the combination of shrieking and flaming on Naru's part had essentially alerted the entire area code to what was going on. A shout went up around the camp, and in a matter of seconds 'Kebinu' found himself in the now familiar situation of being surrounded by armed men.
"Funny," growled Rob, leveling his gun at the two fire users, "I don't recall the teacher yelling 'jailbreak'."
"What? I can't hear you," 'Kebinu' replied sarcastically, setting Naru down and flexing his fingers.
"They're not worth the trouble, Rob," yelled Bill, as he and several of the others cocked their rifles. "The bounty applies whether they're dead or alive, so let's just kill 'em and be done with it."
"Works for me. Shoot!"
The creatures of the forest scattered for cover as the sharp report of high-powered rifles echoed through the air, mingling with the loud crackling of flames. In ten seconds it was over, and three people were left standing, two of whom were 'Kebinu' and Naru. Nine out of ten others were on the ground with lead in their heads.
Bill took an involuntary step backwards as 'Kebinu' lowered the ring of fire he had surrounded Naru and himself with.
"H-how in the hell did you dodge that? I had it aimed right for your head," he gasped, his knuckles white on the rifle's handles.
"Me?" 'Kebinu' shrugged. "I just did some math. My flames couldn't stop the bullets, but when air is heated, it rises. It only takes a slight updraft to alter a bullet's trajectory. The rest was you idiots being stupid enough to fire when you're standing in a circle."
Naru allowed herself a slight smile. "So that explains that breeze I felt just now. Clever. But now it's my turn." She slowly turned to face Bill, who had acquired a dark stain in his pants. "Let's play a little game, shall we? It's called 'Kill Bill.'"
"It's been done," 'Kebinu' remarked casually, looking bored.
"Quiet, you," Naru growled, taking her eyes off Bill long enough for him to come to the conclusion that it was safe to run, and run he did.
"…he's getting away."
"That's what you think!" Naru cackled, her eyes suddenly taking on a maniacal glint as she whirled and launched a stream of fireballs at Bill's retreating form.
The woods resonated yet again with Bill's screams of terror.
"Run! Run! Or you'll be well done!" Naru shrieked giddily as she continued to launch fireball after fireball.
"Once again, it's been done," 'Kebinu' sighed as he paced over into one of the tents, emerging a few moments later with a scrap of paper, which he then stuffed into his pocket. Naru paused momentarily with her artificial firestorm to glance at him in confusion.
"What the hell is that?" she growled, raising an eyebrow.
"Security codes for that door, duh," he rolled his eyes. "Have you got it out of your system?"
"Not yet. Hang on," she replied, then spun and set a random pine tree ablaze.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…okay, now I'm done."
"Right," he nodded, kneeling down slightly.
"H-hey, what are you—eeeeeeek!" Naru squealed as he tucked one of his arms under her knees and the other around the small of her back and hoisted her up, carrying her in front of him. Thanks to his enhanced strength, her body was feather-light; there once was a time long ago when he would have struggled mightily to lift a person.
"Look," he said, calmly, glancing down at her. "I'm doing this so I don't have to grab you anywhere you might be 'sensitive'. All right?"
"…fine," she muttered, looking away, and tucked her arm around his shoulder for good measure as he began to walk towards the edge of the campsite.
'Kebinu' glanced down at Naru, who finally seemed to be calming down and relaxing after her high-strung episode, and couldn't help but smile. This feels like I'm carrying a bride across a threshold, he thought to himself. Oh man… what would it be like to marry a girl like her?
"…what's that stupid smile on your face for?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing at all."
"Well, cut it out, it's creeping me out. Oh, and by the way…" she reached around his neck, pulling her face closer to his. Abruptly his cheeks heated up and he felt a violent shiver run through him.
"N-Naru, you don't have to—" he began, and then paused in disappointment as he felt her hands circle around to the back of his head and grab his hair tie, then unceremoniously yank it off, leaving his hair to tumble down. "What'd you do that for?!" he growled.
"Look, if you're gonna work with me, the ponytail has to go. It looks dumb."
"But my hair's too long to be untied!" he protested. "It keeps it out of my face—"
"Then cut it."
"But I don't wanna cut it! I like it long!"
"Then live with it," Naru announced with considerable finality. "And another thing…" she added, reaching up to his face and pulling his glasses off, "You don't need these. Your vision was fixed eleven years ago."
"H-how did you know?" he remarked, surprised, as indeed the removal of his glasses resulted in no blurring of the lines of the scenery all around him.
"Because I used to be nearsighted too, duh," Naru rolled her eyes. "And then, just like that, my vision was perfect, and then I stopped aging. Hell, I don't even get pimples any more!"
"Well, I kinda liked my glasses," he sighed. "They made me look more human…"
"Well, you're not human any more, and neither am I," Naru shot back. "We're more than human; we're better than human, maybe even godly."
"Godly…?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "All our minor imperfections are gone, and all that's left is our potential to be mastered. And I intend to master everything."
"Everything? Does that include debating?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Because if you did," he grinned with a wink, "That would make you a master-debater—ow! Leggo!" he wailed as she yanked on his cheek with her free hand.
"And one more thing," she growled, eyes narrowed, "You better not try anything funny with me, got it? I know a pervert when I see one, and sore ankle or not, I can still kick your ass."
"Yes ma'am," he grumbled. "By the way…"
"What?"
"Do you remember what direction it is to get back to the highway?"
"…no."
"Me neither. Oh, well," shrugged the American with an aw-shucks smile. "Guess we've got some adventuring to do."
"I hate adventuring."
"Do you hate it more than being killed for a bounty?"
"…not really."
"Okay, then, it's decided," he grinned, pacing over to one of the gang's unused ATVs and setting Naru down on it, then climbing onto the seat right behind her. He glanced past her head to the controls, and saw that they resembled that of a few four-wheelers he'd driven long, long ago. He could wing it.
"Why am I sitting in front of you?" he heard Naru ask. "Shouldn't the driver be in front?"
"Just making sure you can't fall off," he responded, glad she couldn't see the smile of utter contentment he had on his face as he cranked the starter key and hit the ignition switch and the four-wheeler roared to life. "Here's the plan," he added over the rumble of the engine. "We'll head up the mountain until we hit pavement, since I remember the road being at a higher elevation. Then we'll figure out which direction we need to go. Hold on tight."
"Like I have a choice," Naru countered as she laid her hands on top of his on the steering column and leaned back against him, which only served to make his cheeks burn hotter. "Let's go."
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"Wow... So, Kebinu started out, just like everyone else?"
"No one is born a monster, Miss Arney, nor born a hero, for that matter," Talon said gravely. Arney bit her lip, then a small grin emerged from her heart-shaped face.
"They were a funny pair," giggled Arney. "I read their journal entries when they were published-Really racy in some areas..."
"Sexual frustration and repression does that to you," Talon noted, a crooked smile decorating his features. Arney nodded happily, before frowning.
"All right... Well... Are we at the point when the other champions meet with their goddesses yet?"
"Yes... Unusual how they all met up at around the same time, hm? At any rate, we're to one of my dearest... And strangest friends. The Necromancer, and Guardian of the Necromonium: Kana Himekazi..."
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Well, I was going to put mine and Kana's part up next, but I felt that this way was much cleaner.
NEXT TIME: Kana Himekazi emerges, a symbol of things to come, as the continents shift to a new formation for the politics of the future. Talon explains the Scrolls of Ryu, and how the powers of the Immortals were determined (as far as the Cataclysm was concerned). And, still in the Land of Dixie, Mutsumi and Talon make some choices...
I'm requesting that, any female authors in the LH section *cough*SilverMintandEijentu*cough* to please start writing at least a minor passage or two about their own experiences in this world. Also, any further additions to this saga MUST (repeat, MUST) include one of the Goddesses or another LH character.
Also, I am asking for anyone interested in this series continuing to write a short entry on my brother, the Prophet Ben. I would myself, but I'm REALLY bogged down in school and SAT preparation. Here's the data on him you'll need for such a passage. Note: It doesn't have to be very long, just enough for him to meet Kanako and form a friendship with her, or establish this in a flashback.
Name: Benjamin Doyle Talon
Alias(es): The Prophet of Kanako, Precogg's Head, Ryu's Heir
Age (Physical): 16
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Body Design: Stocky, heavyset.
Hair: Dark brown, curly
Eyes: Hazel
Powers: Precognition, tactile telepathy, short-range clairvoyance
Personality: (before Cataclysm) Cool, sarcastic, cold. Like a male Kanako Urashima, only more egotistical
(after Cataclysm) Quiet, reserved. More like Haruka Urashima, only not as prone to violence ^_^
R&R!