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Demon Duelist Legacy-World Tour Arc
Chapter 97: Foxes and Fear
Daniel frowned at the two pictures on the front of the paper. The first was of a shadowy form that was running off into the night, with a dead body in its wake. The second was of a retreating form of someone who was giving a victory symbol to the security camera. The odd part about the picture was that the culprit had...fox ears? ("Jasmine Reiner...")
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He slammed the knife through the picture, tearing it instantly in half. "Prepare yourself human, because you've become the target of Reaper." A pair of dark eyes looked at the setting sun from the window of the small room. "And Reaper never fails when he chooses his victims."
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Janeam yawned and stuck his hands into his pockets to keep warm. The cold of the wind was getting to him. ("That's what I get for not packing a coat.")
The team's plan had been fairly simple. Everyone would split up and try to locate the strongbox that contained the card. Whoever found it would contact the others, and then once they had the card, it was off to the next location.
("There's only one downside to that plan,") Janeam thought sourly. ("We're running on a time limit. We need to get those cards within the next three days or else it won't matter what we accomplish, because Seren will have won.")
Unfortunately, Janeam didn't even have a clue where he was at the moment. ("I think I'm somewhere near the airport......maybe.") Turning another corner, he sighed at how dark it was getting. Even the street lamps seemed to be malfunctioning. Because of how dark it was the street Janeam was now walking down looked like it was straight out of a horror movie. ("I'm just missing the crazy knife-wielding psychopath.")
A scream pierced the night air, sending all of the hairs on the back of Janeam's neck standing up. ("Speak of the devil.") He picked up into a run, charging towards the location of the scream.
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"Please...leave me alone..." The woman stumbled backwards, away from the shadowed form the stood across from her in the middle of the street.
The shadowed figure laughed calmly. "I must apologize, but you're not important enough for me to care." His right hand plunged into the darkness and from out of thin air emerged a huge-headed scythe. "Now do me a favor and scream nice and loud, little human." Tossing back his cloak, Reaper struck.
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Janeam arrived to find a trail of blood leading from the middle of the cobble-stone street into a nearby alley. ("Crap.") Every instinct in his body told him to run, but he knew that wasn't an option. Taking a deep breath, he entered the alley.
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Jasmine grinned at the guard who charged towards her. "Come now, do I look that easy to defeat?" She snapped her foot out and caught him right on the chin, straightening his body with the sheer force of the blow.
The other guard was about to draw his gun, but he felt a pinch in the back of his neck. His legs gave out under him, depositing him to the stone floor, unconscious.
Jasmine sheathed the Shadow Knife and smiled. ("These things are so handy. Now...what were these two losers guarding that was so important?") She turned and walked over to the large steel box that was installed into the wall. ("This would take hours to crack.")
She smiled and brushed a lock of her raven black hair behind an ear. ("Luckily, I brought the answer to any lock.") She pulled the Shadow Knife out of its sheath. The jet black weapon pulsed to her touch. With casual ease, she slashed the safe door into numerous little pieces of steel. ("I love this thing.")
The contents of the safe were rather disappointing though. All that was inside was a single Duel Monsters card. Flipping the brown-backed piece of cardboard over, Jasmine sighed. "This stupid thing doesn't even have an effect. It's worthless." Sliding the card into a pocket of her suit, the Kitsune flashed her customary victory sign to the camera that was watching her, and then ran off.
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The alley was quiet. Way too quiet. ("Someone's here with me.") Janeam took another step into the deep darkness of the alley. ("Come out...where ever you are.")
Something dripped on his head...
Janeam looked up, and back-pedaled a few feet, eyes wide. "AHHH!!"
Someone had strung up a headless corpse in the air right above him.
Frantically wiping the blood out of his hair, Janeam almost didn't hear the whistling noise of something being aimed for his head. Luck was with him though, because at the last second, he slipped on a puddle of blood and crashed to his back. Thanks to that little bit of unfortunate luck, he was saved from Reaper's scythe, which shot right past his head.
Reaper cursed quietly as he landed at the other end of the alley. Spinning, his black cloak billowed around his shoulders. "I would compliment you on your skillful dodge, but there was nothing skillful about it." He hefted the huge weapon, the darkness pulsing around him. "This time, I won't miss."
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Jasmine did a perfect triple back flip, landing right outside the courtyard of the building. Turning, she threw a bow to the approaching guards, and ran. ("I love being a thief.")
"Greetings Kitsune wench. It's been a while."
Jasmine skidded to a stop and stared at the person who was in her way. "Rikuo Amero, what a pleasure to see you again." She could hear the approaching guards, and grimaced. "Do you mind if we take this conversation somewhere else? I'd prefer not to be arrested."
Rikuo snorted and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Fine." In a matter of three leaps, they were on top of the two story building next to them. "Better?"
Jasmine blushed slightly at the arm around her waist. Sliding out of his reach, she snapped her head away. "It's just fine. If you ever touch me again though..."
"Keh! What's the matter? I thought you would appreciate the touch of any man." Rikuo snapped his head up haughtily. "Besides, it's not like I would fall for a Kitsune."
A few seconds went by silently, and then Jasmine slid the Shadow Knives out of their sheaths. "I'm about to make sure that you'll be singing a whole new tune. It'll probably be about the same, but a few octaves higher." She smirked and lunged, only to find the two knives in the hands of the demon she had been about to attack. "What the..."
Rikuo casually flicked the knives into the air. "Ever since you so soundly outfought me at the Dark Soul tournament, I have been training myself. I see now that all of my training has been paying off. Which reminds me..." He stepped right in front of her, meeting her crimson eyes with his golden-amber ones.
"What are you.....EEEPP!!?" Jasmine's eyes widened and she looked down at his hand, which was grabbing her chest.
Rikuo's head was snapped to the side from the force of her slap, and then it was moving the other direction as she pounded away at his face.
Anger finally spent, Jasmine growled and flexed her claws. "Now I'm going to gut you, pervert."
Rikuo sighed and flicked up the hand that had grabbed her, showing the brown-backed card that she had placed in her suit pocket. "I already told you that I'm not interested. Later." Slipping the card into the deck holster that was attached to his belt, Rikuo leaped off the roof and out of sight, leaving the Shadow Knives lying at Jasmine's feet.
The Kitsune thief was staring numbly at the spot where Rikuo had been moments before. ("What exactly happened just now?")
("I think he just made you look like a fool.")
Jasmine winced. ("You're so caring.")
("I try my best.")
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Janeam slid into a slightly more defensive stance. So far, he'd been staring down the crazy guy with a scythe for over ten minutes now. "So...who're you?"
"I am Reaper, the Dark Demon Knight of Death." The black-robed form swept back the scythe, getting ready to charge. "Now prepare to die. I knew it you would come if you heard the woman scream. Trying to play the hero...ha!"
Janeam looked up at the dead corpse, his eyes glowing in the knight. "You...you killed that woman...just to get me here?" The undertone to the question seemed strangely calm.
"Of course I did. It saved me the time of locating you myself, as well as removed another filthy human from these streets." His black hood rippled under a sudden breeze that picked up. "That's all your kind is to a demon. A vermin. Something that is worthy of only death."
Janeam cracked his knuckles. "You sick bastard. I'll get you for this. We're going to settle whatever grudge you may have with me on the dueling field, are we clear!?"
Reaper seemed taken aback that his prey was challenging him. "Very well, human." The scythe he was holding faded away, becoming replaced by a duel disk made of human bone. The sickly device clicked into place with a horrible snapping noise. "Let's begin then."
Janeam slid his backpack off of his shoulder, and then he removed his duel disk. Attaching the device to his arm, he tossed his backpack aside and clicked the disk into place. "Let's duel."
Reaper drew his five and then his sixth. "First turn honors are mine, considering I am of the superior race."
"Whatever you say, freak show." Janeam's eyes reflected just how serious he took this situation. ("He killed that woman, just to find me. Well I'm going to kill him.")
The shadow-covered form of Reaper pulled two cards out of his hand and slid them into his disk. In front of him, the two cards appeared in the alley. "I set these two cards face-down. Then I summon Executioner Makyura (1600/1200) in attack mode." A demon wearing bladed armor appeared on his field. "End turn."
"My turn. Draw!" Janeam drew...
"Reveal face-down trap card, Disturbance Strategy!" One of Reaper's two face-down cards flipped up. "Now shuffle your hand back into your deck and draw a new hand equal to the number of cards you shuffled in."
Janeam popped his deck free and shuffled his hand into his deck. "Did you expect that to hurt me at all? I didn't have that good of a hand anyway." He inserted his deck back into his disk and drew six new cards. After glancing at them, he smiled. "I can do some damage with these."
"You won't get that chance. Reveal my other face-down trap card, Null and Void!" Reaper's other face-down card flipped up. "This activates whenever you or I draw cards from a card effect. It forces the person who drew to discard the cards they got."
Janeam paled visibly at what that meant. ("I have to discard my entire hand.") Regretfully, he inserted the cards into his graveyard slot. "End turn."
Reaper drew. "That's exactly what you are to me. You're nothing. I can beat you with almost no effort at all." He slapped down a new card. "I summon Death Kaiser (1800/1000) in attack mode." A demon in a suit of bone armor appeared on the field and silently lifted its sword. "Makyura and Death Kaiser, attack the human's life points directly!" The two monsters launched across the field and slammed their weapons down on Janeam's body, sending him to his knees.
Janeam- 4600
Reaper- 8000
"Now I set two cards face-down. End turn." Reaper sounded relaxed, because he knew that he had this battle won already.
Janeam climbed back to his feet and grabbed the top card of his deck. "I'm not out yet! Draw!" He drew....
Reaper tapped a button on his duel disk. One of his face-down cards flipped up. "I reveal Drop Off! Now you must discard the card that you just drew."
Janeam cursed under his breath and slid the card into his graveyard slot. ("I'm not even getting a chance to fight back.") "End turn."
Reaper drew and slid the two cards in his hand into his duel disk. "I set two cards face-down. Now attack his life points directly!" The two monsters launched across the field and slammed their respective weapons down on Janeam, sending him to his knees once again.
Janeam- 1200
Reaper- 8000
"Understand yet, human? You cannot win in this duel. I am your better." Reaper remained silent for a few seconds, just to let the gravity of his words sink in. "End turn."
Janeam looked down at his deck, and then up at the corpse that hung above him like a reminder of why he had to win. ("Alright, I know that I can win this. This is the draw that will save me.") "Draw!" He snapped the top card off of his deck and slid it into his disk. "Activate Swords of Revealing Light!" Green glowing swords of light slammed down on Reaper's field, blocking off all of the demon's monsters and illuminating the area. "This magic card will stop you from attacking for three turns, and that should buy me the time to draw a card that can stop you. End turn."
Reaper drew and calmly played his next card. "You're simply stalling. It won't be enough to stop me. I summon Protector of the Sanctuary (1100/1900) in defense mode." A little temple appeared on his field, with a neon outline of a creature protecting it. "End turn."
"Draw!" Janeam drew and grimaced. ("Pot of Greed. It's a great draw normally, but useless as long as Protector of the Sanctuary is on the field.") He slid the card into his duel disk. "I set this face-down and end my turn."
Reaper drew and played his next card. "You can't stop me. I summon Melchid the Four-Face Beast (1500/1200) in attack mode." A hideous creature with a face on each part of its square body appeared on the field. "Human, you should surrender. I've got more than enough card advantage over you to win this duel with ease. End turn."
Janeam wouldn't let himself get discouraged. ("I still have two turns remaining.") "Draw!" He grasped the next card and pulled it off the top. When he looked at it though, he frowned. ("Graceful Charity. It'd be great, if not for that damned Protector of the Sanctuary on the field.") "I set this card face-down and end my turn." The card appeared in front of him.
Though his features were still hidden, Reaper could almost be said to be smiling. "You're finished." He drew and slid his Death Kaiser and Melchid into the graveyard. "I sacrifice these two monsters to summon Masked Beast-Des Guardies!" (3300/3200) The two monsters were consumed in a sudden explosion of black smoke. When the smoke cleared, an enormous three-faced demon was on Reaper's field. The Masked Beast howled and slammed its claws into the Swords of Revealing Light, causing the magical blades to shudder under the force of its blow.
Reaper drew two cards from his deck. "Also, the special ability of Death Kaiser activates. When I sacrifice it, I may draw two cards from my deck." He lifted a hand up, revealing white bone instead of muscle. "This is your last chance. Can you turn this around? End turn."
Janeam clenched his fist. "Before we continue...let me tell you something." He mirrored Reaper's action, lifting his hand and pointing a finger at the demon. "You will not get away with this! Demon or not, you can't just kill people! It's wrong!!!"
Reaper shrugged nonchalantly at the short speech. "If divine power is on your side, then prove me wrong and defeat me."
Janeam brought his fist up to in front of his face, clenching it tightly again. "Oh I will! My turn! DRAW!"
To be continued...
Next Chapter: Death's dark door
Author's Notes: To GryphinWyrm7-Too many questions! AHHH!!!!
Alright, let's get answering. Actually, I didn't even intend to send them to England. I read your story, then forgot the location they were going to. After staring at my screen for a few minutes, I said, "I know! I'll make the next location London!" A.K.A. I forgot that you sent Daniel to London in your story. Meh, it won't affect the plotline very much.
Next question, Daniel will most likely reference your story, though it won't be that big. ("I have no idea what events will be occurring in your story, so even if something big had happened during his time in London, I really can't foreshadow it.")
Allon, a demon? Perhaps.......MWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Achmed? We'd find him in Egypt, if anywhere.
Janeam? :: Zips lip:
Also, everyone who is within the sound of my metaphorical voice should go and read this guy's story, War of the Gods. It's a bit strong in the religious material category, but it's definitely worth a read.
To Luna's Meow: You think Team Topdeck is too powerful? I could tone down their decks, if you wanted.