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Author Note 1: This is my second attempt at a BTVS fanfic and my first attempt at a crossover of this magnitude so make sure to give me feedback.
Author note 2: To those who know my work no I have not given up on "Mazoku" I do intend to finish it but this story will not die in my head and demands to be written.
Author note 3: I am in the market for a beta reader please let me know in the review if you would like the job as I am quite desperate.
Author note 4: I have never attempted a story like this and anyone who truly knows the world of "Noir" that might help me out after this chapter I would greatly appreciate it.
Summary: Memories- they are like grains of sand that can slip away or be forced into a compacted space. Who is he really? What is the path he must take? He has forgotten those times to be left waiting for the call. Yet on all hallows eve a mistake shall awaken what he has lost. Given the mind of a genius murderer and the return of what he never knew he lost. The legacy of the third will be written in blood.
Now on with the Show
Alexander
Chapter Seven: The True Noir
Summer is a time of joy when children are free to play and forget the responsibilities of life. The normal activities people take in can include camping, playing sports, visiting family, vacationing, and lowering the demonic population on a nightly basis.
At least, for Sunnydale that was a common summer activity.
Buffy Summers resident chosen one along with Willow Rosenberg, Cordelia Chase, and Daniel 'Oz' Osbourne could be found in a graveyard sitting around a new grave. Xander had been missing from their lives for a month or so now and despite the initial reactions to the tape each one was handling the revelations in different ways.
'It's been a month and I still can't wrap my head around what Xander told us in that video. Killing demons is fine so are vampires but how can he willingly take the life of living breathing human who has a soul? I just can't see Xander as a cold hearted killer and that's what assassins are, isn't it? Are we even safe with him around? What if he looses it and decides to get rid of us? I guess we're safe, I mean, there's no way Xander can beat despite what Giles says. I am the slayer after all.' These were the thoughts of Buffy as they waited.
'If the Xander I know isn't the real Xander, does that mean this Xander killed the Xander we've all seen in some sense? Does the Xander we know exist as a separate being, or as a part if the real Xander in which case, do we like the fake Xander or the real one? If one does not exist, how can the other? So, does Xander really exist, or is he simply a product of our imaginations and subject to how we perceive him? Then, who sees him as the killer he says he was trained as and how does their perception supersede our own? Am I bound the perception of others and if I am then, are there a limitless number of me's out there to fit every concept. Are any of us unique? So, how can I dislike any Xander more than another, if there is one I like he must exist and thus, I must like them all no matter how they appear. Thought Oz.
'Xander being a killer, it really is hard to swallow. But then there are times you could see something like that being possible. I can't say I understand why he does it, but I can't judge him either. Xander never has done anything unless deep down he knew it had to be done, or it was the right thing to do. I won't make any calls until I talk to him face to face. How can Buffy sit there and think that Xander is anyone but himself, just because he has a few skeletons in his closet. Talk about a hypocrite, and Willow knows Xander is capable of doing things. She was there when we were kids and the incident happened. In fact, that's the same time Xander started acting like a dope and wearing bright colors, he tried to become a walking distraction. Get your butt back here. Dweeb! I need a verbal sparring partner.
'It's really quiet without Xander around, usually he'd be making some joke or fighting with Cordelia but instead, he's somewhere right now probably… No, I refuse to think of that, Xander deserves the benefit of the doubt. I can't just rush to join some sort of anti-Xander mob. I know Buffy is having a hard time with this and the loss of Angel, but I think she is reading way too much into this. Maybe it was a joke and Xander just went to stay with a cousin or something, and took all of his clothes and personal possessions except for that disk Miss Calendar left for him. HEY! wait a second, he said Miss Calendar had been helping him, maybe that disk can show us something that could maybe make his coming home better and put are fears at rest!' Willow thought and stood up.
"I'm going to go to Giles and look at the disk Miss Calendar left for Xander." She said breaking the silence around the group.
"You think there might be something on it that might help us understand all this?" Buffy asked a little hope filling her heart. She couldn't condone what he did, but maybe the disk might explain something.
Cordelia got up, and stomped her foot on the fresh earth of the grave, they're watching.
"Wake up, you, so we can get going." she said, and a second later, a hand burst from the ground and grabbed her ankle.
Screaming, she drove the heel of her other shoe into the arm, making it let go. A minute went by before a man wearing a suit burst from the ground and met the pointy end of Buffy's stake, before dissolving into dust.
"You should never manhandle a lady." Buffy cracked, before the four set off for Giles.
"Willow, do you remember when Xander started acting different back in kindergarten?" Cordelia asked.
"Yeah, it was right after the thing with Rick."
"Whoa! What thing with Rick? And who's Rick?" Buffy interrupted, not liking being out of the loop.
"Well, you see…" Willow began to tell the story.
Flashback
A six year old Jesse, Willow, and Xander are eating lunch, which means more like Jesse is devouring his lunch and Xander is eating his self-prepared lunch quietly. Willow is about to open her lunchbox and join in, when a hand snatches it away. Looking over, she finds Rick the only kid to be held back from the former class, towering over her with a sneer on his face.
"Thanks for sharing carrot-top, I'm starved." he said mockingly, that caused the redhead to shiver.
"Please put my friend's lunch down, if you're hungry, you can have some of mine." Xander offered, standing up and his voice taking on creepy low tone that Willow and Jesse had hard time understanding the latter more so than the former.
"Like I'm scared of a loser like you, 'Sander,' you want this come on try and take it." Rick said before opening the metal box and taking out the sandwich, bringing it up for a big bite.
Xander's hand grasped the older boy's wrist stopping him. Pulling, he drew the hand back down and with his free hand; he put the sandwich back before handling the lunchbox to Willow.
"Oh, we got a big tough guy, huh? Harris, well, let's what you can do." Rick said and drew back his hand back.
"I have absolutely no desire to fight you at all."
"Oh well, how about now, Hero-boy?" Rick said, reaching his left hand down and snatching Willows favorite coloring book.
"Return that this instant." Xander replied with a slightly lower tone.
"Or you'll do what?" He said starting to wave the book around.
He stopped when the hand around his wrist tightened, and Xander began bending it behind his back, causing great amounts of pain. Tears started to fall the further Xander went pushing the bone right to the breaking point, and then, with a quick twist, the arm broke and Rick screamed.
"Xander got taken to the principle's office, and when he came the next day, he was acting completely different." Willow said ending her tale.
"Rick's parents transferred him, I think, but what I remember most about that incident was that creepy smile Xander had." Cordelia put in.
"Almost like he enjoyed punishing Rick." Willow shivered.
"Did he ever tell you why he smiled?" Buffy asked.
"No, in fact, he said he didn't remember smiling at all, just reacting." Willow answered.
"Freaky." Oz pretty much summed up the whole thing.
Giles Residence
Giles was just finishing up a phone call when Buffy and the others walked into his apartment. Since none of them seemed injured or looked to be in a rush to tell him something bad, he assumed this was a social call by his charges.
"Hey Giles, who were you talking to?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, just an old friend from the council, is there something wrong?" He answered and watched their faces.
"Have they heard anything…? I mean, have they seen Xander?" Willow asked the touchy question.
It was a touchy subject for Giles and they knew it. The watcher blamed himself for not looking further into Xander's past or spotting the signs that there was more than just his costume at work there.
'Rupert, you thrice damned fool. First, you're too blind to see the boy is suffering at home until it's staring you right in the face. Then you don't even take the time to learn more about your son outside of the fact that he's patrolling without your help. Lastly, you see how shaken he is by Jenny's death, and you do not even try and find out all that happened or even console the boy. No wonder, he doesn't trust anyone enough to tell us how he was raised.' Were his recurring thoughts he often had.
"Nothing but rumors, I'm afraid." he responded.
"Well, we just need to have hope then. Giles, we came over to get that disk Xander left behind, did you leave it in his room?" Willow asked, while also trying to lift his spirits.
"Oh yes, I left it on his desk, so he could find when he gets back."
"Thanks!" Willow said and darted up the stairs.
Giles looked to his slayer for an explanation.
"She thinks there might be something important on it that might help us understand Xander better." she spoke up.
Willow came back down and set up her laptop. When it was running, she inserted the disk and brought up the contents. A brown background popped up, but before anything could load the disk asked for a password. Typing away at it, she seemed to get no closer to the correct word or phrase.
"Drat, this could take me some time guys."
"We have all summer."
Training Field
Alexander and Chloe met in the center of the ruins with katana meeting long sword. They had been back here for nearly a month, which meant he had only about two months before he had to return to the Hellmouth. After he'd explained everything about chakra and Itachi's world to Althena the last time he was here, she had been prepared for his return with Chloe. Physically, he needed to increase his speed and reflexes as the fight with Silvana showed without chakra, he simply wasn't fast enough.
The clang of swords was heard again as they leapt apart and then met once more, each dressed in a sleeveless grey colored single piece of cloth that fell to Xander's knees, and just above them for Chloe, each wore a black belt and laced sandals. Jumping back from each other, they were halted from another round by Althena.
"That's enough, Alexander, put your weights back on. It's time for Chloe's mental training."
Bowing to one another. Alexander picked up his four weights, they were simple wristbands and ankle bands with a seal carved into them, that with applied chakra became increasingly heavier. This worked to both increase his strength and speed, but also his chakra reserves, as he had to recharge the chakra in the seal everyday.
Sitting down in facing one another on the warm stone ground, Chloe met his eyes as they shifted into the sharingan.
"Tsukuyomi" (God of the Moon Technique) he whispered it's name and pulled her into a world where he controlled full of horrors.
Training Chloe like this gave her an advantage in situations of great horror or bloodshed helping to desensitize her. He often would play out scenarios where things went as wrong as possible on a mission, other times she would see the worst humanity could offer, which could reaffirm both of their beliefs in what they were training for. In the end, it helped discipline both of their minds a step further.
Three seconds passed and the effect wore off, Chloe immediately began to perspire and breathe deeply from the effect of living three days worth did to her.
"My darlings, it's time for you to return now and meet up with an old friend of yours. You'll both be staying at Alexander's place, I will contact you as needed. There is much work to be done." Althena explained as she watched the two finish Chloe's mental training.
Courthouse
"Your honor, the defendant, Maurice Rubique is clearly guilty of the fact that is the log book stating he was on duty as a police officer. It could've been forged and the testimony of his fellow officers offered no evidence, there is a contradiction here." The French prosecutor stated, as he tried to convince the judge to continue the case.
"That's enough prosecutor! I do not believe there is sufficient evidence to continue this case, let alone accuse a member of this decent upstanding police officer for those 'supposed' crimes. I hereby dismiss the charges and clear the defendant of all charges." Banging his gavel, Judge Destan rendered his decision.
Mireille and Kirika's apartment
Mireille read over the case and the histories of the targets the client wanted killed. Kirika was nearby waiting for the blonde to finish.
"Seems simple enough, the client wants a corrupted judge and a dirty police officer handled. What do you think, Kirika?"
"We will accept it." she simply replied.
"Good, I'll track down the client and let them know."
Home of Maurice Rubique
Maurice entered his darkened home with a wide smile. Judge Destan had handled the case so beautifully and gotten him off the hook; it really paid to have a corrupt judge in the system. He reached for the light switch and flipped it, but nothing happened, the room remained dark.
"The fuse must've blown." he said walking further in the house never noticing the pair of shadows moving around him.
Finding a candle, he lit and cast a small amount of light around him making the house look even more ominous. The two shadows stopped behind him without a sound, one appearing to be taller than the other but nothing of them were revealed.
Hearing a sound, he spun around and the candlelight illuminated a pair of faces. Before he could make a sound, his life is silenced quickly and his body fell to the ground. Leaning down, one of the mysterious pair gently blow out the flickering flame, plunging the room into darkness.
Mireille and Kirika arrived a few hours later, only to find their target already dead, a throwing knife sticking out of his throat.
"This is odd." Mireille spoke up as she checked the email when they returned.
"What is it?" Kirika asked.
"The client already wired us the half of the payment; he must think we're the ones who killed the man. We still have the other half to do, the corrupt Judge Destan is next."
"Something does not feel right about this job." Kirika spoke cautiously.
"What do you mean?"
"I do not know, something simply seems distressing."
Home of Judge Destan
Arriving home from work, the honorable judge Destan discovered a pair of people in his home office. The first was sitting in his office chair and there was a girl with dark red hair dressed in a teal or dark blue cloak. The other was leaning against the desk dressed in a high collared black cloak with crimson clouds outlined in white, a straw hat rested on his head and with his head lowered, his face was completely hidden.
"Welcome home, your honor." the black cloaked male greeted.
"You should have better security or you will end up like Mr. Rubique. The Noir has already dealt with him and they surely will be coming for your life next as the client's deadline is drawing near." The girl spoke in warning.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am the one who has inherited the name." she spoke and the male rose, walking beside her as they made an exit.
Judge Destan stared at the pair with fear.
Mireille and Kirika were poised to shoot the corrupt judge when he laughed at them and the room filled with armed police. The pair of assassins began a deadly shootout with the well armed police, though the battle seemed once-sided in the favor of Noir.
"How boring, Mireille and Kirika are going to win, no matter what happens." said one of the two who had informed the judge of Noir coming.
"I thought you did not enjoy having to help them."
"They've never needed my help, I simply had contracts that needed to be fulfilled."
"We have one now as well."
"I simply wish to not hinder their development."
"Why don't you use your new toy?"
"You seem to know just how to tempt me." he said and pulled something from his cloak with a whirling sound, it unfolded.
The west wall of the house shattered inward as a giant flaming shuriken came spinning into the room soaring over head and embedding itself in the opposite wall. Using the distraction, Mireille and Kirika easily finished off the rest of the police, while the other two simply watched from the sidelines.
As the battle ended, a throwing knife suddenly flew forward and lodged itself into the judge's forehead.
"We warned you, Noir was coming for your life."
"Who are you?" Mireille spoke, bringing her gun around to aim at the two. The taller one jerked his hand, a string attached to the shuriken, ripping it from the wall. He brought it back to his hand, turning around and making his exit before either lady could recognize him.
"My name is Chloe and we are the 'True' Noir." she spoke before walking away after her companion.
Alexander's Apartment
The two arrived home and Chloe made tea, which they sat to drink together at the table.
"That was simple enough." Alexander remarked.
"You would prefer a long drawn out battle rather than a simple introduction?" Chloe asked.
"I would prefer not being their shadow, but that is nigh on impossible, it seems."
"Is it because they will appear weak, or because they may come to rely on you."
"Both and neither."
"You're developing an attachment to that woman."
"My biggest problem is caring and yet it is my strength."
"Do not allow her to cloud your judgment, you will be returning to Sunnydale in a few months. Would you risk an infidelity against her if you were involved?"
"It wouldn't matter in any case, because of my destiny, they would only end up dead."
"We cannot stop our hearts beating, Alexander. In the end, though, we three are cursed to be without companions except one another"
"Then that'll have to do, besides, I am not that bad to be around, am I Chloe?" he tried joking a little.
"You have your moments of annoyance."
"So do you, but, hey we can't get along all the time."
"Have you discovered your truth yet?"
"No, and I'm not looking until I return home. Right now, my only concern is you, Kirika, and Mireille."
"You ARE developing feelings for her."
"No, I am a teenage boy, who even with training, cannot hide the fact that even flooring makes him think of sex."
"This is another reason Noir is always female."
"Oh bite me, neo feminist!"
"The last time you said that and I did, you screamed."
"Teenage language is so lost on you."
"Perhaps."
Café
Xander remained silent as his guest joined him and ordered a coffee, if anything, this would go down as one of his stupidest ideas ever. If Chloe found out he'd never live it down.
"It's rather odd not meeting in the middle of a gun battle or without one of us laid up with injury." Mireille commented as Xander took a sip of coffee. She'd been rather curious when she got an email to meet their mysterious friend.
"It's a quiet day and I have no need of a Florence Nightingale."
"I was surprised to see an email from you."
"Why are you looking into Soldats? I know there is more to it than helping Kirika." he asked.
"There are things that need to be resolved with my past. Now, answer one of my questions. How did you get your memory back and learn to do those techniques?" she waited for a few minutes and was about to ask again when he spoke up.
"The block on my memory was destroyed on Halloween when a chaos mage turned everyone into their costumes. The spell ripped open the gates of my mind and somehow, I was able to merge with the spirit of the costume I was wearing absorbing his knowledge and chakra coil system. I paid the price for knowing though, I have his memories and he has done many things I would never condone." After speaking, he took out a CD and tossed it to Mireille.
"What's this?"
"The last gift I can give you. On that disk is contained the secrets of chakra and its usage because you have gone through puberty. I have no idea how far you will be able to go but any edge for you and Kirika will be useful." He explained.
"Why do you help us?" she asked putting the CD into her bag.
"I help Kirika because of a connection we share, and for the past we have together."
"And me?"
"No matter how hard I try, it seems I have become attached to you, but it cannot go beyond simple concern if you live or die."
"That's not really a decision you alone can make." she growled getting angry.
"I suppose not, but I can't allow it to go further or else something bad would come out of it."
"Like what?"
"I would end up killing you." With that he rose and paid for their coffees.
Mireille followed him, growing angry at his behavior.
"What are you talking about, Alexander?"
"I will be returning home in a few months, and being a teenager, who knows what will happen if you and I became closer?"
"How would that lead to you killing me, I am not the type of girl to die of heartache?"
"Those who have gotten that close to me, who have become like siblings or parents to me have died by my hand. I don't understand love very much, but I know if I love someone, I will be the thing that kills them. There are only three people who could survive being that close to me. I have to break my attachment to you now, if only to protect you."
"That's not your choice to make."
"I'd rather make it and be hated, instead of standing over your bleeding corpse. A time for decisions is coming and it may end in death. Find your answers and then escape this world as fast as possible. When given the chance, put your gun away." With that, he called a taxi and was gone.
"You foolish boy, it's impossible to turn off a woman's heart once it's made a choice." she said, shaking her head and walking away.
One Month Later
"Chloe, we got a letter from Althena." Alexander called, as he walked into the living room, finding his partner reading. It had taken a month, but he had lightened up more and more as they worked together.
Handing the letter over to her, he moved so he could read over her shoulder. Resting his arms on the top of the couch, he inclined his head and began reading the coded message from Althena.
"Seems the opposing winds seek to rip apart the precious grapes she worked so hard to cultivate." Chloe remarked.
"So close to the harvest too, we can't allow such foolish things to corrupt all her hard work." Alexander replied, using that strange cryptic speak, Chloe seemed to like.
"No, we cannot at that."
The Soldats informant, who had contacted Mireille and Kirika, found a pair of people visiting him that night.
"Why have you contacted Noir?" Chloe asked.
"I do not need to explain myself to you. My orders come from the Holy Priest and contacting them is apart of my contract."
"If memory serves me, the Soldats has ordered that they die." Alexander spoke up.
"By whose authority are you watching me? Is this more of Althena's foolishness, do you come here on her word? I will be reporting this to Soldats." He vowed.
"That will not be necessary, it is already concluded." Chloe said.
"Will you go after the two?" He asked.
"Now, why would we do that?" spinning around, he found Alexander suddenly behind him with a kunai.
"Will you be joining me for a moonlight tea party?" Chloe asked Alexander as they watched Mireille and Kirika dealing with the black suited men who had shown up, instead of the informant three days later.
"Sure, why not."
Apartment of Mireille and Kirika
"It seems that Soldats is conflicted on whether to give us information or just kill us." Mireille said as they arrived back home.
"We also failed to obtain the book either."
"Yes, I would really like to know what's in it. The man said Soldats is taking over the world and the book held the prophecy that foretold the beginning of it. Quite the mystery."
"So many questions," a voice spoke from their living room.
Getting into the living room with weapons drawn, they discovered Chloe sitting on the couch seemingly waiting for them. Mireille felt something behind her and turned to meet the familiar brown eyes and handgun of Alexander.
"Nice to see you again, Mireille."
"Alexander." she replied back in kind, both putting their guns away.
"Would you both like some tea?" Kirika asked, to which everyone nodded in agreement.
The four set in silence sipping tea in the moonlight, and Mireille had decided to break the ice.
"Why did you come?" She asked both Chloe and Alexander.
"We wanted to visit." Chloe responds.
"Why do you call yourselves the 'True' Noir?" she asks next, not buying the first answer.
"Because the book says so, we are different than you and Kirika, and for now, we are the 'True' Noir."
"Alexander, did you and your friend set us up at the meeting tonight?" Mireille demanded, growing angry with Chloe and her answers.
"Answers should be sought for themselves, at least, that's what Althena says. Ask yourself not 'if' I was involved, but why I would be if I was." he responded his tone cryptic, yet, with a hint of humor.
Before anything else was said, Chloe reached over to Kirika and pushed up her right sleeve revealing a kitchen fork hidden.
"May I have this?" taking the fork, she and Alexander took their leave.
"Kirika?" Mireille asks once the two had gone.
"She didn't leave any opening, not even at the end."
"Something is most definitely not right."
"Alexander was behaving differently, almost guarded around us. He seemed to differ to Chloe." Kirika observed.
Airport
"You'll be going to Switzerland before heading home?" Alexander asked as he stood wearing a pair of khaki trousers, a brown shirt, and a khaki colored jacket.
"Yes, Althena is waiting for me to return, but she needs one thing from me first. Will you now return to Sunnydale?" she inquired.
"I can't stay in Paris, there's too much temptation and I still have a month off, maybe I will travel a little."
"You could come with me back to our home."
"No, my place in this drama hasn't come yet, I need to know the truth. Althena believes once I know, I won't have to fight with myself to be who I am, I simply will be."
"I will miss your presence."
"We'll meet again, I made a promise to you and Kirika. I plan to keep it." He started to walk away, but was stopped by Chloe's hand on his arm. Turning around, he was enveloped in a hug by the girl which he returned.
"Tell her I really enjoyed being home again and thanks for letting us partner up for the summer. I'll return when I know the truth."
"Alexander… The truth is –" she was stopped when he put a finger to her lips.
"Answers should be sought for themselves, let me find mine. Chloe"
"I will miss you… Brother." she said
"I will miss you too, Sister, stay out of trouble until I'm ready." with that, they parted ways.
Chloe watched his plane take off and sighed to herself.
"Soon we will all be together, Alexander… Until then, save yourself for us." she whispered.
Boston
Xander sat quietly in a decently sized club in Boston that reminded him of the Bronze back home. Being back in America, he was using all forged documents listing him as Alexander Uchiha. The encounter in New Jersey made him weary of the police, as he didn't know who Antonio was, wanted dirt on him or his father.
He was dressed for the evening in a gray shirt and black jacket along with black pants and shoes. Weapon-wise, he was carrying kunai and shuriken mixed between metal and wooden, and he also carried his favorite Berretta loaded with vampire killing ammo. Eyes watching the club for activity of the undead variety, he sipped a rather sweet lemon-lime drink. Spying a blonde man leading an attractive girl in leather pants to the side door, he got up.
"So predictable." he muttered.
Alley
Xander came out of the door just as the vampire went to bite the girl's neck. Drawing a wooden shuriken, he was surprised to see the girl duck the bite and punch the vampire in the gut sending him flying backwards.
'Definitely a Slayer' He thought as he watched the girl pull out a stake and ended the existence of the undead.
Leaning against the wall, he watched the slayer look around, before turning towards him and he could practically see her mind working on a lie to tell him.
"Nice night to be out hunting." he spoke casually, when she looked to have found a suitable lie.
"You know what that thing was, ace?" she asked.
"Yes, and sadly, your fight's not over just yet."
"You gonna try me on for size?"
"Nope" he said and pointed to the entrance of the alley where four more vampires were entering.
He watched her pick up her stake and moved towards the new threat. Flipping the drawn shuriken in his hand, he sent it sailing into a vampire's heart hearing the sound as he dusted. The slayer looked at him oddly, and Xander simply pushed off the wall, walking towards the vampires.
"Our fight is not with you, mister, so just go back inside and maybe you'll live to see tomorrow." The leader of the now group of three said.
"So, you're not just a random pack out for a hunt. You're here on orders from someone, or else, trying to make a name for yourself by killing a slayer. How about you tell me which it is?" his voice had gotten colder, the closer, he was to them.
"The boss wants her dead for meddling in his affairs."
"Thank You." he said before whipping out two wooden shurikens and dusting the vampire leader's companions.
"Now, just who is your boss? I do suggest you speak up quickly as you're very outnumbered."
"Kakistos."
"Good, deliver a message for me." Before the minion could ask what it was, Xander drew his Berretta and placed a vampire killer in each shoulder and elbow.
"It's just become open season."
Turning to the slayer, he gave a bow and did a quick hand seal vanishing in a swirl of leaves, though, he said one last thing before vanishing.
"We'll meet again, Slayer."
Having used a simple jutsu, he appeared on the roof of the club and watched the slayer look around before heading off. He pumped chakra into his legs and began following her along the roofs.
Home of Lindsey Wilson
Xander smiled as he watched the slayer rush inside before making his way through a second story window. He wasn't out to hurt either of them but he needed a face to face with the watcher to find out what he wanted to know. Moving to the stairs, he listened to the girl's animated retelling of the night's fun.
"The guy pulls out a gun and pops the vamp four times and I can actually see steam coming off the limbs." She spoke and before she could go on, she was interrupted.
"Standard vampire killing round, if you hit the heart it works as well as a stake, anywhere else it just hurts." Xander said leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs.
Faith, the vampire slayer, whipped around to stare at the intruder and indeed, it was the guy from the alley. Her hand was going for her stake but she held off when Lindsey raised up a hand.
"Why are you here, young man, and just who are you?" the cultured British watcher asked.
"Freak a slayer out enough and she'll lead you right back to her source of information or as you're called Watchers. I'd rather not tell you my name as I don't trust you yet, and the council might tell the folks in Sunnyhell where I am."
"You seem to know a lot then, young man, what can I help you with?" she asked.
"Two things, whose replacement is your slayer for, Kendra or Buffy? The other thing, who is this Kakistos guy?"
"Slick, you got it all wrong, there's only one slayer and I'm it."
"Normally, that's true, but thanks to a moment of pure heroism, I brought one of your predecessors back and caused a split in the slayer line. So I ask again, who did she replace?"
"Faith was called when the slayer Kendra was killed by Drusilla, as far as I know, Slayer Summers is still protecting the Hellmouth." the watcher answered, seeing Faith's temper growing.
"Wicked, so why am I wasting time here? I should be down in this Hellmouth place kicking ass with my sister slayer!"
"Because Buffy would rather sleep with the enemy than kill it." He muttered, but was easily overheard.
"What are you talking about, Slick?"
"Unless someone has been editing Giles reports, I'd wager your watcher knows exactly what I am talking about. Why don't you tell her about Buffy's oh, so great, relationship with the souled vampire Angel whom thanks to her, lost his said soul."
"So, then you know Rupert as well. Your name wouldn't happen to be Alexander Giles, would it?" Lindsey was intrigued now, the council had been looking for Alexander awhile at Giles' request for unknown reasons.
"I can't lay claim to that name anymore. So, what can you tell me about this Kakistos fellow?"
"Alexander, your father has been looking for you, he even requested the council to look for you. I doubt he would do that just to strip you of your name."
"If I wanted to be found I'd be found, will you tell me what I need to know or should I go find another source of information?" he allowed his voice to remain even, if not cold.
"Kakistos is an ancient vampire said to possibly be older than the fabled Master, his main subordinate is a vampire named Trick. Kakistos owns a few clubs and other business that he and his family use as hunting and feeding grounds. Faith has been rather flashy in disposing of his children, so he undoubtedly wants to kill her."
"I'll be returning to the Hellmouth soon, until then, I'll watch your back from the shadows. I don't like to lose good people to this world. After that, You're on your own unless it's dire."
"Yeah, right, like I need your help." Faith spat.
"Have your watcher contact Giles and get my records, Faithie, and then we will see. Goodnight, ladies." with that he made his exit.
Two Weeks Later
Faith held back a maniac grin as she watched two more vampires dissolve into dust from Xander's wooden shurikens. The first week, she had put him through sheer hell for helping her and he would simply come back the next night. She kind of enjoyed having a partner though, and loosened up some the last week and while, not perfect as a team, Faith respected Xander and vice-versa.
The teenage weapon looked to his would-be partner and nodded as they started walking towards the watcher's house. Faith, in his opinion, combined the best of Buffy and Kendra as a slayer, with none of the necrophilia tendencies and while a little crazy, she understood what the duty was about without becoming a robot. It was actually fun to distract him with the good fight again.
Especially with the emails Mireille was sending him demanding to know what was going on, to which for once, he honestly didn't know. Of course, she assumed he was lying or holding out on her which made the next email all the more vocal.
Arriving at the house, they found the door smashed in. Running inside it was easy to see that Lindsey had struggled and lost against a fair number of aggressors. Faith found a note that basically screamed challenge to her and a trap to Xander. He watched her start to grab weapons and shook his head at the sight.
"So, you're planning to just walk in?" he asked.
"Damn straight." she replied.
"You realize this screams deathtrap, right?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Great, I can see this is going to be a fun night."
"Load up, Boytoy, we got a Watcher to spring."
"I should've gone to Canada." he muttered.
Abandoned Factory
"No, that's not obvious at all." Xander said as they saw the factory doors open wide and the sound of screams coming from within. He watched Faith run inside.
"The Nara clan men are right, women are troublesome." he spoke before making his way slowly towards the doors. He preferred a flashy entrance or maybe, it should be called a fireball entrance.
Five explosive notes went off killing a number of vampires that had surrounded Faith. Lindsey was chained to a table with multiple painful injuries but none of them fatal. The loud call of Xander's guns filled the room as he began picking off vampires buying her time. Racing to the table, she unhooked Lindsey and began backing towards the exit.
Kakistos merely laughed even as his minions fell around him. The boy helping the slayer was good, but he was no match for him. His last clip going dry, he switched to his katana. Faith hurled a stake into his chest only to see nothing happened.
"Fools, I am invincible!" he roared pulling the stake out.
"Faith, get Lindsey out of here now, I got one trick up my sleeve but it may not end well." He said and put his sword away already gathering chakra around his arm. The sharingan switching on.
"Boytoy, I am not leaving you behind."
"I'll be right behind you, now get going!"
Faith hesitated before beating a retreat.
"Noble, human, but pointless. I will simply go after them again after I have killed you." the ancient vampire said walking towards Xander, his minions including Trick backing off.
Holding out his arm, his eyes seemed to glow and black fire exploded around his arm, flowing and turning with his chakra. Many of the vampires fled at the sight, but the old one stayed walking ever closer.
"You believe you can destroy me with a fire spell. Fool, not even the flames of hell can harm me!"
"Then it will be cooler where you're going, demon. For your sins against the newborns, Burn in my perfect flames."
"Amaterasu" (God of the Sun Technique) the attack exploded with the Uchiha flames and the smirk vanished from the ancient vampires face, as he slowly burned away when they reached him.
Keeping his footing, thanks only to the training Althena had put him through, he took deep breaths and tried to steady himself.
"Not so doing that again for awhile." he said before dragging himself out of the factory.
Airport
"Why exactly are all three of us on the same flight?" Xander asked staring at the two women.
"Well, the council believes having both slayers on the Hellmouth is better than just one." Lindsey said, leaning on the cane she would be using for awhile.
"Cause' we make a great team, and I will get bored?" Faith put in.
"Troublesome." he muttered.
"Also, your father wants to make sure you actually come home, and since we need to go to the same place."
"Basically, you're making sure I don't change planes."
"Essentially, yes."
"Troublesome." he said again, as they boarded the plane.
They were bound for Sunnydale and whatever judgments awaited him.
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Ending note 1: Pairing still not set yet
Ending note 2: Next chapter is basically about season three
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