Chapter 8: Damn you!-
Korosu brushes some snow off his shoulder.
"You're going to pay for that…"
Jago stands straight smiling.
"Oh Yeah? Says who?"
Jago quickly jumps to side as Korosu appears from behind him, his foot extended for a kick. Korosu lands and pushes toward Jago, spinning once, nailing him with a backhand.
Jago is sent flying back, breaking his fall by planting both hands in the snow and landing on his feet; He disappears. Korosu spins to the left dodging the next attack Jago makes.
Hakai says to Yoru, "Stay with Kurai, I'm going to help Dad."
"I wanna go too!"
"You can't, someone has to watch Kurai, and you're the only one who can calm her down."
"…Fine, just come back alive"
Hakai nods and walks with caution to the front door and peeks out.
Jago and Korosu are now in an intensive sword fight, Korosu thinks to himself,
"Maybe I should go Super Saiyan; I don't want to take any chances like last time…"
Korosu pushes off of Jago to give himself distance and crosses his arm, bracing himself for the power to surge through his body. Korosu begins to scream lightly,
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...HAAAAA…" Korosu stops, he doesn't move, but the look of pain and torture comes from his face as his eyes begin to roll behind his head. A thin sword slices through Korosu's forehead, coming from the back, his skull easily penetrated.
Jago rips the blade from his head and Korosu falls, the snow during as crimson as the blood pouring out. Jago looks at the corpse and shakes his head in disappointment, flying to the east.
Hakai watches in horror, frozen with fear as he realizes Yoru is standing next to him with the same expression, but with tears streaming down her face. Yoru turns and puts her head on Hakai shoulders, crying excessively; Picking her head up as she realizes her anger. Hakai still with a horrific expression, saying out loud,
"No…No, No, No, No, No, No, No…No…No………No…It can't be. Not him; He can't be dead; I was just sitting here watching; Dead with no life; Not one ounce of life; Dead…No…" He suddenly sees Yoru at his father's corpse, him following.
Hakai repeats himself, "No…No, No, No, No, No, No, No…No…No………No…It can't be. Not him; He can't be dead; I was just sitting here watching; Dead with no life; Not one ounce of life; Dead…No…"
Him and Yoru both scream in unison, "NOOOO!...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Both Hakai and Yoru's hair begin to ascend and change to golden yellow, followed by an engulfing golden aura, flickering like a violent flame. Their hair and aura flicker to white, and suddenly another burst of energy comes to them, too much energy. Hakai and Yoru's eyes begin to go pure white as they are flooded by pure light, and they both black out on the snow, unable to keep the energy harnessed…
Chapter 9: The Same Mistake-
Yoru wakes up on the couch under a thick quilt, she sits up, trying to remember what happened, Hakai nowhere in sight, Kurai asleep next to her.
"Hakai?"
No response
"Hakai?"
She gets up when no response is heard, being careful not to disturb her little sister.
She follows a trail of water and ice on the floor to the back door; Hakai lies in the snow next to a shovel. Yoru nods her head, understanding what he was doing. She picks Hakai up, and enters the house, sitting him next to the heater, she returns outside to put up the shovel, close the door, and cleans up the mess.
Hakai wakes up after five minutes of warming up, and sits up, Yoru sitting next to him.
"Yoru, I'm going to kill him…"
"What? Are you insane! Dad couldn't even kill him!"
"…Remember the transformation Dad could do? The one with golden hair and gold light?"
Yoru nods
"When I saw Dad dead, I freaked out. After gold, came white, there was so much energy that I blacked out. It happened to you too."
Yoru nods again.
"But I don't know how to transform into the white, not even the gold."
Yoru sighs, "So then what do we do?"
Hakai pauses and looks over at the front door, missing from its hinges, the black night visible through the hole.
"We get a new door…"
Yoru smirks, giggles, and then laughs at Hakai's joke…
Hakai sits up from his bed, the birds singing as the morning sun rises. Hakai gets up and dressed, putting on his shirt, tunic, socks, and boots. Hakai is about to leave the room and start a very early training, he opens his door and looks out and sees the front door opening. Hakai lets go of his door and presses his back against the wall, peeking out to see the intruder. The door opens with a small creek, and Jago steps in the door, looks around with caution. Jago thinks to himself, "Korosu broke down the door before we fought. Who put it back up?"
Jago walks from the Living Room to Korosu's bedroom, Hakai sprints from his room to Yoru's without making a sound, He whispers in his sisters ear,
"Yoru! Get up!"
Yoru opens one eye, then both, stretching and yawning, whispering the same as Hakai,
"Whatcha whisperin' for?"
"That guy who killed Dad, He's here!"
"Oh my…"
Yoru quietly sticks on a simple outfit, following Hakai to the door.
Jago walks out of Korosu's bedroom and heads to Yoru's, Hakai's eyes widening with disbelief, he presses himself against the wall and Yoru does the same. Jago walks in, not noticing the two children next to him, he walks further in and Hakai and Yoru quietly exit the room, into Kurai's. Jago inspects the closet, moves the clothing aside, frowning in disappointment, he jumps to his hands and looks under the bed, frowning again. Yoru grabs Kurai and hides in the closet; Hakai hesitates as he thinks up a plan…
Chapter 10: Fight #3-
Jago walks out of Yoru's bedroom and heads for Kurai's, as he reaches for the doorknob, Hakai jumps into the air with his foot extended and breaks down the door, hitting Jago with the door. Hakai lands and jumps at the grounded Jago, who extends his feet and catches Hakai, throwing him out the open front door. Hakai twists his body and lands on his feet, into a simple fighting position. Jago walks out, popping his neck, getting into his position.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Hakai; you're going to pay for the death of Dad"
"Your Dad killed my father, 'Hakai'"
"Your Dad killed my Mom!"
As Hakai finishes he pushes off toward Jago, Jago unsheathing his blade. Jago does a swift vertical swing, Hakai moves to he left. Jago swiftly swings his sword from diagonal to vertical to horizontal in random order at Hakai, Hakai dodging each one, some by a stroke of luck.
"You can't use a sword! That's cheating!"
"I can use whatever I want against my threats"
Hakai's knife lands in front of him, stabbed into the snow. Hakai looks up to see Yoru standing at the door, then turning around and running back to where she came from.
Hakai rips the sword from the snow as Jago comes after him again, this time Hakai dodging each sword swing with his own knife. Hakai ducks under one of the swings, and pushing his knife at Jago, slightly cutting his leg.
"Ow! You son of a bitch!"
Jago swings hard at Hakai, Hakai back-pedaling away, Jago runs faster and jumps up, connecting a knee to Hakai, sending him to the air.
Hakai stops in mid-air as he begins to fly, flying full speed back down to Jago, kicking him square in the chest; Jago hitting a tree, which begins to crack and fall, shaking the ground and snow as it collapses.
Jago picks himself up slowly and dashes at Hakai, Hakai freezes in hesitation; Jago, arm extended and palm open, tops mere inches from Hakai chest, shooting a small, power blast at Hakai, who is shot away from Jago, a small hole where Jago fired the blast. Jago flys away, his obvious victory showing.
Hakai lies in the snow, the small hole in his chest spurting blood.
"I failed like Dad, I'm sorry Dad…"
A strange, but familiar voice comes out of no where
"Hakai! Listen to be very carefully! Do as I say!
"D…Dad?"
"Do as I tell you Hakai! Focus your energy into the wound Jago made, Do it Hakai!"
Hakai blinks a few times, disbelieving what he is hearing, but does so anyway, His vision blurring.
"Ok, Hakai! Pretend to shoot out a small energy blast through that hole! Except don't let it out, let it mend your wound!"
Hakai does what he is told, but struggles a great deal, everything turning black, beads of sweat running down his face, Hakai lets go of the energy, letting himself give up. But Hakai sits up and puts his hand when the hole in his tunic is, the hole through his chest gone!
"But how…"
"Great Hakai, I knew you could do it"
"Dad!"
"Listen Hakai I can't help you for long, I am speaking to you through an inhabitant of Planet Yardrat"
"Planet Yard Rat!"
"Never mind that, Hakai, you're a Super Saiyan, you and your sister. It's a transformation that I used often, son why didn't you use that transformation?"
"I…I don't know how…"
"Ok, Listen Hakai…"
…..
Hakai nods and gets up, closing his eyes and thinking; his eyes opening, his hair ascended and golden, his aura bright yellow. Hakai smirks as he looks around, Jago's energy easily felt, He grabs his knife and jumps, flying at top speed toward Jago…
Jago stops as he feels Hakai, turning around to be met with a Ki blast to his chest, throwing him down into the cold snow. Hakai slowly lands on the ground, his hair ascended and golden as Jago fears his new power. Jago growls and dashes toward Hakai, Hakai disappearing and reappearing further back. Jago pushes off again, swinging his arm; Hakai disappearing and reappearing further back, Jago pushes off again, this time swinging his foot; Hakai disappears and Jago plants his foot to the ground, sliding to the edge of a tall cliff and under him, a huge lake. Jago, off-guard, is met with a knife to his back, penetrating through his chest, surging with pain. Hakai holding on to his knife, slowly flys up, holding Jago beyond the cliff edge,
"Now die…"
Hakai, with swift movement, quickly rips the blade out of Jago and forward to his neck, making a clean cut. Hakai sheaths his knife and grabs Jago's body by the shirt, Jago's head falling into the icy lake, breaking through a thin layer of ice, into the water. Hakai looks at Jago's body with disgust and throws it in the hair, holding his hands together screaming, "Nakoden!" a huge, black blast destroying the decapitated corpse. Hakai descends from Super Saiyan and rinses his hand sin the snow, flying home…