Disclaimer: Nothing is mine!
Background: Power!
Author's Notes: I don't really like the mopey stuff I have been writing, so its some good old fashioned SP Keitaro!
Keitaro Urashima sat in the lotus position atop his futon, not so anxiously waiting for the horrific coming day. It late at night, and Keitaro fought for the inner peace that he had always sought. He had numerous raw scars all over his body, courtesy of his "poor, defenseless tenants", who constantly attacked him with super punches that could only be found in the darkest martial art manuals, secret sword arts that came from and equally evil source, not to mention mechanical monsters that were the children of an overzealous mad scientist. He saw his own blood fall from his body.
The blood quivered, as though it was coming alive. Suddenly, a ghostly voice, soft yet firm, rang out.
AwakenKeitaro fought within himself. He could not lose control, not now that things were at this stage. If the blood awakened… He shuddered to think of the consequences. He should have given in earlier, when it was not as powerful, and got it over with. But now, it was too late. He had kept it in for too long, far too long, and if he released it now he himself might be destroyed and it would take over. The world wasn't ready, will never be ready. Oh the sin! He will pay the price for the sake of the world. He WILL keep it in. HE WILL.
Once again, the ghostly voice rang.
AwakenMotoko Aoyoma was currently on her way to the manager's room, even though it was late, so as to make sure that he wasn't doing some things that landlords shouldn't do to their tenants. With her intimidating height and long raven colored hair, Motoko was someone you knew you didn't want to mess with just by looking at. Her aura radiated immense power, which wasn't surprising, given her strong connection to her family's heritage. Although she pretended to be a champion of the light, Motoko was actually dabbling in the darkest martial arts and was heavily rooted in the dark. She would die a slow and painful death if someone cleansed her darkened soul, but given her power, no one has been tempted to try.
SLAM! Motoko blasted the door from the hinges with a small bolt of fire. She fully expected the door to crash on the manager, sending him on a one way trip to the floor. And guess what? That was exactly what happened. Keitaro groaned loudly. "YOU PERVERTED MONSTER! LET ME PUNISH YOU!", yelled Motoko without any proof. Not that she cared anyway, all males were scum of the Earth. With that, she ran up, grabbed him and with her other hand shot several bolts of fiery red of Ki at him. Keitaro screamed in agony at the feeling of the scorching embers on his skin. "Well, you deserved it. Also, you better go fix the pipes in the hot spring. It's broken".
Before she went off, however, she flung him out the window towards the concrete outside and threw a lightning bolt at him. As expected, Keitaro got fried, badly. Even from her perch she could feel the residue energy drift around.
Motoko couldn't care less, however, as she couldn't see the manager from her vantage point. All she knew was that she was feeling happier after the usage of the dark. Usage of the dark worked like a drug. It made the user get on a high, but after the high wears off the user would be left irritated and weak. Eventually, the dark would overpower the soul of the user and claim the body for itself, leaving behind a dark shadow of the user. Motoko walked out without looking back, but before she left she made sure that she did as much damage to the room as possible.
"Heh, wouldn't want him bored"
Motoko smirked.
This time, the call came through stronger.
AWAKENKeitaro tried to fight it, but it was consuming him. The inferno of his soul was burning him, blurring him, until he could no longer tell the difference between fantasy and reality. His head swirled. He looked down at his hands, only to see them mutating into long tentacles. His legs grew as think as trees, and his body grew boils of liquid metal. Keitaro put his tentacles to his head, and screamed. He welcomed the dark as he felt it approach, felt its warmth, felt its embrace…
AWAKEN!Keitaro's eyes were no longer chocolate brown nor warm. Instead, large, dull yellow eyes shone with an evil that would make even Naru and Motoko nervous. His breath emitted yellowish gas, and he slouched over. His hair grew longer, and part of it fell over his face, keeping it in an absolute darkness. Only his glowing eyes were visible. He drew a long, ragged breath, before running up to the door of the inn with an obviously inhuman speed and blasted it down with a strange purple fire. Meanwhile, his left hand became engulfed in an orange blaze that caused the surrounding air to start superheating.
Naru burst out at the noise of the purple flames eating away the wooden door, and ran into air so hot that her skin felt scorched just standing next to it. She didn't realize the full consequences until her body fluids started boiling and her skin flaked and dropped off. She realized that the air was getting hotter and hotter, so she healed herself with her dark magic and brought herself back to normal, while adding a layer of heat protection to her own body.
Naru was somewhat like Motoko, except that she doesn't have much long range powers. All her force powers were physical orientated, leading to her incredible physical strength and speed. Also, healing was included, but it was a dark type that if used constantly had some serious side effects. Even though it wasn't offensive or defensive, it has something to do with physical bodies, so it was not really a problem for her stretched capacity. She looked at the man breathing out yellow mist, and ran towards him, intending to sock him in the face so bad he won't be eating normally anything soon. Under normal circumstances, this would have worked, but now the circumstances were extraordinary.
As she charged towards the man, she didn't realize that the man had already raised his arm and that the arm was currently blazing with a purple flame. As she punched the man, she saw fear for the first time. Not only did the man seem to not feel anything from her punch, his eyes bore into hers, making her freeze. A long moment later, Naru felt a fist smash into her face, shattering her cheekbones, nose, jaw and forehead. However, she did not bleed. The arm that had hit her was cold, so very cold. Her entire face was engulfed in the purple flame, and her face froze under a thick sheet of solid ice. She fell to the floor. A second later, she felt burning hot knives tearing at her face, cutting it, burning it. She tore at her face, trying to get the pain off, but blood flowed freely and her face came away little by little…
Motoko was shocked, to say the least, when she came out to investigate the noise and saw a particularly gruesome picture of a grotesque body with half a face on and a human representation of a demon. Instantly, she sent a blast of dark energy so dark that anything light within a certain radius of it would be injured. The blast headed towards Keitaro, who simply took the full brunt of it and screamed in a horrifying manner. He suddenly jerked his arm forwards, and Motoko saw a jet of bright orange fire fly before she was struck…
She was blasted backwards, and fell to the floor, her entire face a liquefied mess. She collapsed instantly. Kitsune, who had just appeared, stood there in shock, gawking at the easy annihilation of her friends by their one common enemy. She threw an empty bottle towards Keitaro, but the bottle melted in mid air. She staggered back, and was hit by a claw through her torso, which coincidentally tore a huge gaping hole in her body.
Gruesome?