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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 Twelve: Blood Red Eyes
Alexander, if anything he was a through assassin, who took the time and resources to know everything about a target. He preferred to never be caught off guard when he faced the mark, and very rarely could he be disgusted with humanities filth.
Quentin Travers and his following within the Watchers' council were vastly ranking higher than the worst he had ever heard of though. Call him naïve but he thought it was the job of the council to help the slayer and protect the world and these men seemed to do it as much harm than as much good, if that was even possible. Travers had been responsible for the death of at least 12 slayers in his time as a council head, and lord knows how many when he was a field watcher. He and his supporters were strict traditionalists, when it came to the Slayer and the world, which meant when a slayer didn't follow their every command; she needed to be dealt with as quickly as possible.
One such slayer had been a woman named Nikki Wood of Bronx New York in 1978. She had an impressive record for vampire and demon killing along with disobeying direct orders. Quentin Travers had a potential slayer at the time under his control who the council seers believed would be called if Nikki died before a certain time. Seizing an opportunity, Quentin and his supporters dropped hints to William the bloody, AKA Spike, on where he could find a second slayer to kill. Nikki Wood died on the subway fighting Spike and then Quentin's potential slayer received the spirit. The causalities of this move were the loss of a good life and the orphaning of Nikki Woods's son, Robin.
Alexander would kill this man for free, had the Minuchi family not already responded to him with an offer. There was one thing taken seriously within the Italian families and that was an honorable debt. Nikki Wood had once protected Rosa Minuchi, the wife of Veto Minuchi, from vampires and asked for nothing in return. Veto Minuchi, the head of the family, then and now still held that debt to be repaid. He had made sure her son was taken care of, and got the schooling he deserved, but now the opportunity for revenge was too great. The man who had offered Alexander his organization on a platter wanted to see Nikki's killer dead and proper family justice done, and Alexander would not deny him this.
He'd watched Giles as the days for Buffy's Eighteenth birthday drew nearer and nearer. The Cruciamentum would be his only shot at a quiet clean kill and to stop a barbaric ritual from occurring. Lindsey had also gotten very nervous looking as days went by, often stealing glances at Faith. The hard work finally paid off though one night when Giles had gotten a call and left the house leading Alexander to an abandoned boarding house that had seemed to be turned into a perfect vampire home, with bricked up windows to prevent sunlight, and all concrete materials that had no wood to make a stake out of in a tight spot.
'Death and Life, such an equal exchange you have made, but the scales of judgment will not help you this night. Your life and those of your comrades belong to me.' Alexander thought grimly.
He stood on the roof of a building across from the boarding house, dressed fully to kill. The black cloak baring the red clouds swayed gently in the night breeze showing the black shirt and pants along with the black ninja sandals he chose to wear. Forcing the cloak closed, he pulled up the face mask hiding his identity and straightened his straw hat. Switching his eyes to the feared fully mastered Mangekyo sharingan, he was prepared to kill.
Jumping from the roof, he turned his fall into a flip to slow his decent and landed atop a parked truck in a kneeling crouch without a sound. Looking around, he spotted a man dressed in full body armor carrying an assault rifle walking a patrol around the building.
"Shinkan no Jutsu." (Silence Technique) he whispered, forming three seals and watching as the simple genjutsu made the man temporarily deaf. Moving in silence, he easily snuck up on the man and forced him to the ground. Quickly drawing a kunai, his left hand pushed the man's helmet up, and he shoved the weapon into the brainstem ending the guard's life instantly.
Dragging the guard into the shadows, he stripped him of his weapon and anything that might be of use. He also reminded himself to come back for the body armor. Keeping his back against a wall, he continued around the building to backtrack the path that the guard has used for patrol. Stopping quietly, he found a pair of armored guards watching a metal door, their bodies illuminated under an outside light. One tilted his head back and yawned only to gag and fall back dead as a shuriken was lodged in his throat. The other guard, a female, was instantly alerted, her gun raised and sweeping around the area. She turned to face him and her head snapped back as a kunai nailed her between the eyes.
"Such a waste of a pretty girl." He mused, removing his weapons from the dead and staying out of the light.
Taking out a senbon needle, he shattered the light plunging the doorway into darkness and edged his way towards it. Sensing movement, he rolled away from the door as it was pushed open by a few men in suits. They didn't seem to be security, and were blinking with the loss of light. Acting quickly, he let a hail of shurikens fly out dropping each man in seconds. One was left alive and felt himself be grabbed from behind, and a blade placed against his throat close enough to nick his skin.
"I'm looking for someone, care to tell me where they are?" he asked in a chillingly, cold voice.
"Who are you?" the man whimpered in an English accent only to wince as more pressure was applied to the blade.
"Quentin Travers is he in that building; if you lie I will know."
"YES, yes… he is, he was going to follow us out, but he got a phone call at the last second. Please I don't want to die." The man confessed and fell a second later as Alexander slit his throat.
"I never offered you life." He whispered, before walking into the boarding house.
Inside
Quentin Travers considered himself an even tempered man by comparison to other watchers, but even he had lost all patience for Rupert Giles and his foolish attachment to the Slayer Summers. The man had dared call one of the council's oldest trials barbaric, and even attempted to defy him the head of the council. He would need to deal with that man soon, perhaps arrange for an accident and then place his adoptive son on the active watcher list with someone to teach him the proper protocols.
He was broken out of his musing when two of his fellow watchers fell to the ground and didn't get back up. The wet works team he had brought along began sweeping the room with their flashlights showing nothing but an empty room and a large wooden box that they had brought with them.
"Shintou Shinsei." (Electric Nova) was heard and the room exploded in blue electricity. Travers watched as his entire security detail was overwhelmed by the lightning attack. Smoking body's fell their flashlights making the scene far scarier then he would've liked.
The sound of whistling came to his ears from directly in front of him, and the man drew out an old service revolver firing into the darkened room. Still, the whistling continued and footsteps could be heard slowly strolling in his direction. Fumbling with bullets, he tried to reload his gun as quickly as possible. He had just snapped the chamber into place when a hand swatted the gun out of his hand and sent it skittering off into the room.
Looking up, his eyes locked onto a pair of crimson eyes with three comma marks, but there seemed to be more to those eyes, something malevolent and evil about them.
"Tsukuyomi." (God of the Moon Technique) was whispered, and Quentin Travers disappeared from the world in which he ruled into a world no man should ever see.
Three seconds passed, and then the dead body of Quentin Travers fell to the ground with his men. Alexander walked to the now shaking wooden box and opened it to find a Vampire in a straightjacket. Not missing a beat, he stabbed a wooden kunai into its chest and walked away. Once all the bodies had been moved inside and what he wanted to keep stored away, he began placing explosive notes along the walls.
Walking out and away, he made one seal and behind him, the explosion of the abandoned boarding house sounded. The building imploded afterwards, burying the corpses and evidence with it.
Contract executed.
Library
Xander walked into the library carrying a box of donuts to find everyone pouring over the books. He met Faith's eyes and she made a gesture, which meant she would explain later. Even Angel was making an appearance that boded very badly for the world if the brooding wonder was out.
"A guy could get to feel unwanted when he's not called in for research duty." he remarked, setting the box down.
"Oh no, this isn't anything important, we're just helping Giles keep one step ahead of evil." Willow spoke up though her high pitched voice gave away the lie.
"If so, then I guess Faith is free for patrol and training then?" He asked and Faith was about to walk over when Buffy stood up.
"NO, no I mean we need Faith here to help us, and besides, she shouldn't be learning the things you have to teach." Buffy said in her authoritative voice.
Xander laughed in her face.
"I'd suggest a better line next time, or have G-dad find a way to occupy me. I see I'm not wanted here so I'll go. Faith, tomorrow after school, I need your help." Turning around, he walked out though he shot everyone a disappointed look. Giles was seemingly affected the most.
"Well, since my partner has been scared off for the night, it's time for this Boston babe to make tracks." Faith stated.
"We have to get ready, Faith, so be here right after class." Buffy ordered and only got the finger in return.
"Sorry B, got something to do and I like his company over yours, later folks." With that, she was gone.
After all, someone had to tell Xander the world was about to end.
Car Lot
Xander and Faith had left school during last period, well, Faith left, Xander had already been outside when she got out. The only reason they had left was to fulfill the basic desire in any teenager. Xander had to buy a car, or else he would not be complete with himself. Faith just thought he was trying to snag girls.
"I still say yellow is a bitching color for a car, who else do you know with a yellow car? That's right, no one." Faith argued.
"The reason no one buys a yellow car, is because they are eye sores. I work at night, do you think I want to drive around in something that stands out like a sore thumb?" he replied as they walked through the vast array of cars.
"Let me guess, you want some armored tank like truck or a boring four door sedan? Come on, Boytoy, live a little."
When he didn't answer, she looked over to find the assassin gazing lovingly at a car, a small line of drool hanging from his mouth.
"Boytoy, hello, anyone home in there?" She asked, waving a hand in front of his eyes.
Grabbing her hand, Xander dragged Faith to the object of his obsession forcibly.
Taking out his phone once he was there, he dialed a number from memory.
"It's me. I need a favor and a name. No, I am not trying to track down one of your clients. I need someone to work on my new car, add in extras, restore whatever is damaged, make it into a once again beauty. If they can make this girl shine and put everything I need in it, then I will pay the price. I need it back within a week from Saturday. I'm paying for it now, I'll bring it up to their shop tonight, they better be able to handle this. Yes, I trust you, but this is the car of my dreams. Right, see ya."
"Boytoy, do I even want to know what you just did?"
"No Faith, you do not, but I promise to give you a ride when she's ready."
"Awesome."
One week later
Rupert Giles was awakened by the deafening roar of an engine starting just after dawn. Normally, the Englishman would not think much of this and just go back to sleep, but since the death of Quentin Travers and subsequent canceling of the Cruciamentum for Buffy, the council had been looked to him for answers for none of which he had. Throwing in a robe, he marched out of his apartment and to the place where residents were allowed to park in an angry huff. The situation with Buffy and the others was also shortening his temper as they had decided Xander was not to be told of anything or allowed to help out, he would've objected but his guilt of almost playing a party in the ritual on Buffy was making him pliable to the slayers wishes. Faith seemed to be the only one ever in the young man's corner.
Stopping, he blinked at the sight before him. Xander and Faith were sitting in a car listening to the music with the engine running. The car was a McLaren F1, the front was painted blood red with a black paint job covering the rest, shinning in the sunlight. Giles, while not an avid car enthusiast, knew about the Brittan made car and how expensive, let alone rare they were.
The music was suddenly turned off, and two pairs of eyes turned in his direction.
"Xander, what on earth are you doing in that car and at this ungodly hour?" He asked, recalling his annoyance at being awoken.
"Well, I'm always up this early and Faith came over to see the car before we went to train. I bought the car last week and had it sent to a mechanic to make sure everything worked right, or at least, was updated to current standards. Why would it bother you, there isn't something going on that has you stressed, is there, G-dad?" the last part had been a deliberate baiting by Xander to offer the man a chance to tell him the truth.
"Oh, um, well no, but I was quite startled with the noise and you hadn't mentioned buying a car, I could've gone with you and perhaps helped you pick out something." He replied, beginning to clean his glasses.
"You were busy with Buffy, and I had Faith to go with me. We thought about asking Lindsey, but she had to take off for a funeral or something in England really suddenly. Thankfully, she's back now, I'd hate to see Faith try to eat her own cooking." He winced when Faith punched him in the arm.
"Hey Boytoy, my grub ain't that bad, just because you and your delicate ninja stomach prefer oriental crap, is no cause to say bad things about my Tuna surprise."
"Troublesome woman, and that Tuna surprise had no tuna in it! Well, G-dad, it's been fun, I'll see you at school and tonight."
"I shall be quite late tonight, Buffy and Faith both have special training to attend."
"Right." with that, Xander threw the car into gear and surged forward down the street and out of sight.
Once the car was well away from Giles, Xander rolled the window up and increased the speed taking any turns wildly.
"So it goes down tonight?" He asked Faith.
"Yeah, this whole 'Sisterhood of Jhe' thing is supposed to happen tonight, G thinks they'll pry the Hellmouth open." She replied.
"Guess I'll get to try my hand at sealing then. I'd suggest doing a sweep, then heading over to helping the gang you in?"
"Still gonna help them even after they've lied to your face, and basically kicked you out?"
"I'm loyal, what can I say? Maybe they threw in dog DNA with the whole package for good measure."
Night
Xander caught his windmill shuriken as it returned, and the four formerly undead teenagers fell to the ground. Jack O'Toole had gotten into his face earlier in the day and his eyes had detected something wrong in the man. He discovered fairly quickly that Jack, and later on, his friends had all died only to be raised from the grave by voodoo magic. Turning around, he fired off a shot ending the existence of one of the she-demons attempting apocalypse tonight.
"Faith, how you doing over there?" he asked sarcastically, watching his student manhandle the three demons that she was fighting with her knife.
"Could use a snack." She responded, before stabbing the final opponent and the pair started for the car.
"So, think we have given them enough time to get into trouble?"
"Yeah, we should probably pull our big Calvary act now."
"If my sealing jutsu fails, collect my body and burn it."
"Boytoy, if it's so dangerous, don't do it, just buy them time to shut the Hellmouth."
"I don't plan to miss an opportunity like this."
"Now, try that with even less feeling."
"I don't fail." he replied using Itachi's voice.
"Scary."
The sound of explosions filled the library as Xander and Faith entered, the former launching shurikens with explosive notes into the enormous demon waiting, just within the Hellmouth portal.
"Xander, what are you doing here?" Buffy yelled, dodging one of the things many tentacles.
"Battle the forces of evil now. Yell at me later." He replied, falling into a set of familiar seals.
"Katon Housenka No Jutsu." (Fire Element: Mythical Fire Flower Technique) gathering enough chakra, he fired off seven small fireballs, each one striking a tentacle or flying at the main body of the beast. A second later, the shurikens hidden in the flames struck the explosive notes going off and forcing the beast back.
"Faith, I need you to cover me!" Xander yelled, taking out the necklace charm he had made a while back and using his chakra, levitated it out in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he began channeling all his chakra and focusing on the demon before him. He could feel Willow casting her spell to seal the Hellmouth back, so he knew he was on the clock. He lifted his hands and began to blur through hand seals, the kanji on the charm beginning to glow red as he continued.
The Akatsuki had developed this technique after studying the method used to seal Shakaku, the one tailed raccoon of the desert. It was designed to rip the demon's spirit and power from the vessel, or demon itself, and store it in a weapon or other item to later be converted into something useful. Xander knew most demons wouldn't be worth the effort of using the technique, but this one might yield interesting results, or a nice chakra boost for whoever used the charm.
Finishing with the ram seal, he held it as chakra poured into the charm. Crimson hands burst from the kanji and flew into the portal and the main body of the demon, causing it let out a screech of absolute pain. Just as the Hellmouth shut, the ruby colored chakra snapped out bringing with it a sphere of black and red energy that was absorbed into the charm.
Stumbling back, his left hand using the wall to steady himself, he took gulps of air as the full pressure and chakra loss of the technique slammed into him almost leaving him completely dry. Faith put an arm around his waist and he quickly slipped the charm under his right sleeve.
"Well, boys and girls, that was really fun and all, but now I think I need a nap. Faith, be a dear and drag me to the car." He said, trying to joke though he might have actually needed dragging.
"Xander, what the heck did you do? Why are you even here?" Buffy hotly demanded now that the danger had passed.
"A jutsu, and I believe where I go is none of your concern, but if you must know, Faith invited me."
"Looks like you needed the help too B, Boytoy comes in handy every now and then. Now I gotta jet before he passes out and I have to drive that sweet car of his. In fact Boytoy, go ahead and pass out."
"Not in this lifetime, Faithie."
"Spoil sport!"
The last of the 'Sisterhood of Jhe' was running for her life. All of her sisters were dead by the hand of a teenage boy with blood red eyes, or the cloaked figure now chasing her. Her world darkened, though, and the sweet embrace of death claimed her as a knife embedded in the back of her skull.
The cloaked woman smiled as she casually approached the corpse.
"Look on the bright side, old girl. You're going to that place you wanted all of us to visit."
Wilson Residence
Xander walked up to the door of Faith's watcher and someone he considered a friend. Faith had decided to teach Buffy 'the fun of Slaying', he doubted it would end well so he planned to shadow them after he talked to Lindsey. She had asked him to come by, and unlike his father figure, Lindsey had actually came to him and talked to him about they'd seen on the disk. He gave her respect for that.
Knocking, he was ushered into the Englishwoman's home and asked to sit down and join the woman for tea. Xander had sadly grown fond of the drink as memories of him drinking it in the past, which came from Itachi and his time at the manor. Sipping his drink, he waited for the watcher to ask what was on her mind.
"Xander, there's something I have to know, it's why I asked you to come over." She finally spoke up, setting her cup down.
"That would be?"
"Did you have anything to do with the death of Quentin Travers?"
A magnetic chakra field spread out around them as Xander was paranoid they would be listened in on.
"Would I have a reason to go after the deceased Council head, Lindsey?" he replied with a question.
"Xander, this is serious, give me a straight answer!" she demanded.
"If I killed him, then he deserved to die. I don't hunt humans unless they're evil and beyond redemption."
"Why then? What did he do that was so wrong?"
"Stripping a chosen warrior of her destined abilities and then telling her to fight a demon more than a century old. In an environment meant to accommodate said demon, is no more than ritual murder, not unlike the roman gladiatorial fights. If that was it, I could see people being upset over his death as the ritual is tradition, but that man has done far more to get what he has wanted and keep it. He engineered the killing of Slayer Nikki Woods by all, but painting Spike a sign pointing at her just so his potential slayer could be chosen, and because Nikki was independent. He orphaned a child to further his dream, and in that crossed a line with me and one other. He and those that supported him have orchestrated political scandals and murders if they were crossed. Whoever ended his life did the world a favor by doing it." He explained, his voice cold, as he remembered everything he had dug up on Travers.
"Xander, right or wrong, what happened was foolish. The council is out for blood now, and the last I have heard, they're sending a field watcher to investigate everything. You do fall under their jurisdiction Xander, so please be careful."
"Thanks for the concern Lindsey, but I haven't done anything, so all is cool. I shall see you later, the 'oh so beautiful' Faith needs her shadow tonight whether she knows I'm there or not." Standing, he gave a bow and walked out to her laughter.
Xander stifled a yawn as he watched Buffy and Faith fight from the comfort of a tree remaining hidden. So far, nothing of interest had occurred, so he had stayed out of it just listening to the pair talk as they went. In retrospect, he realized he was acting more like a Nara than an Uchiha. Though the staggering amount of Pockey he'd been eating lately threw that theory away.
'Then again, if Itachi had been lazy, the massacre might not have happened and Sasuke become a vengeance crazed loon. Maybe, when everything's over, I can find a portal to that world and stop things from going bad.' He thought as the duo finished off the last vampire.
"So B, you and Boytoy ever get hot and heavy after a big vamp killing spree?" Faith asked more as a joke than actually caring. Xander had confided in her his most dreaded secret. He was a virgin.
Xander nearly fell out of his tree when he heard her.
"Xander and me, you're joking, right?" Buffy began laughing as she even thought about it.
"Just a question B, heard ya did a vampire, thought a human might be a step up."
Buffy sobered with that remark, but shook it off.
"No, I've never really had an interest in Xander. Why have you two? I mean you do spend almost all your time together."
"Nah, I'd never try even if there was a shot. Boytoy and me, we're friends and people like him are hard to find. Besides, I don't think he'd ever let anyone get that close to him. Man has issues." She answered, wanting the subject dropped.
"Clowns are hard to find?"
"There's more to him then that, B. You guys don't see it because you're afraid of the assassin in him, but when he fights, it's like poetry in motion. He can be cold as ice, warm as a sweater, and hotter then fire at any given time if you look past the mask."
"Sometimes, I kinda wish I didn't know what I did about him."
"Just gotta have faith, B. If he was gonna hurt you, he'd done it already."
"So how does this training thing work?" Buffy asked, changing the subject.
"It's wicked B, I feel stronger and faster than ever before, and I'm no where near the level Boytoy is. If you wanna learn though, gotta talk to him because I can't give out the secrets."
Library
Xander and Faith walked in to find Buffy talking to Giles, and ignoring a third person in the room. Xander set down his bento, which he had taken to making every morning since the band candy incident, and evaluated the third man.
He wore a tweed suit along with glasses and looked to be fairly young, maybe in his 20's or 30's, his hair and appearance was immaculate and reminded Xander of another man he once met.
Whistling with his fingers, he brought all eyes on him.
"Someone want to introduce me to the new Watcher?" he asked.
"Ah, you must be young Alexander. My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce sent here to investigate the death of Quentin Travers. Also, I am here to begin preparing you to join the watchers council."
"I met your father in Rome once, nice man, more of a sense of humor than you though. Nice to meet you and everything, but could you and everyone move, Faith and I need to train." Xander replied, shaking the man's hand.
"Mr. Giles, I see you already have him training a slayer, quite the excellent way to help him get a head start, but why pray tell is he training Ms. Wilson's slayer and not your own?"
"Because I don't want to hurt Buffy, and Faith asked." Xander said, shrugging off his black jacket and removing his chakra weights.
"I'd get out of the way folks, or else you might get hurt." Faith said stretching.
"Jutsu practice." Xander said, setting a log on the floor.
Faith fell silent and brought her hands up waiting for Xander to start. The brunette assassin suddenly whipped a kunai at her with no hesitation behind it. Making three seals, she allowed it to hit her in the stomach. A poof of smoke happened and when it cleared, Faith and the log had switched places, the kunai embedded deep in the wood.
"Ten Bunshin." he ordered, sitting down.
"Bunshin no jutsu." (clone technique) they watched in awe as Faith made clones of herself appear, but they were simple illusions lacking solid matter or flesh.
As soon as the clones vanished, Faith back flipped avoiding a punch as Xander suddenly had seemed to be there. Falling into a taijutsu stance, she watched him stand up and simply wait.
"Remember Faith, the 'Bone Breaker' style can't help you if I counter every strike. Adapt and change, that is the only way you stand a chance of winning against me." saying that, his eyes flashed and became the crimson of the sharingan.
"That is so not fair. No one can hit you when you use those damn eyes, Boytoy." She groaned.
That was a mistake, as she found herself receiving a kick to the chin that launched her into the air. Blocking an incoming strike, she readjusted herself and landed in a crouch watching Xander as he landed on his feet, standing still and giving nothing away.
Faith charged this time with impressive speed, her fists raining blows at her teacher. He moved, ducking and twisting his body to avoid each one, his hands staying at his side.
"Konoha Reppu!" She called, going for the sweeping kick to see him jump above it. Smiling, she jumped after him.
"Konoha Senpu!" the roundhouse kick met his right arm as he blocked, and she watched him smirk.
'This is gonna hurt.' She suddenly thought.
Xander's hand moved grabbing her ankle, and he spun while still in the air, before throwing her down ward at the floor. Faith hit with a sickening thud and rolled left, as Xander brought his knee down where she had once been lying.
"You're holding back." he commented.
"Guess I should show off that new style then?" she asked standing.
"Let us see how far you have taken it."
Faith stood up falling into the primary stance for the Gouken(Iron Fist style), her eyes determined.
"Clear your mind, and allow only the fire of conviction through. Show me what you have learned." He spoke like an order and was not disappointed as Faith was on the attack.
Catching her incoming fist with his hand, he felt the strength and force of the punch flow up his arm. Using her momentum, he threw her only to watch her land in a ready stance.
"Adequate." he said.
Avoiding her next punch, he ducked low when she brought a round house kick at him. Then rolling backwards, as the said kick was halted and brought snapping down at his last position.
"Improvisational."
He caught another punch, only to feel Faith pull him forward, and bring a knee at his stomach. He blocked with his left knee, and then pulled backwards, letting her pull the opposite direction. Letting go of her fist, he watched her fall on her butt, only to spin upwards with a series of low kicks that quickly began being aimed higher on his person, until she was able to flip to her feet.
"Impressive."
He side-stepped her charge, his right snapping out, and grabbing the back of her shirt. Spinning, he hurled her against the table and raised his hand to signal her to stop.
"If we continued, the library will be hurt, and I think G-dad likes his books readable. We'll continue in the normal training area later."
She nodded and grabbed a towel from her backpack, tossing Xander one as well, not that he needed it.
"Very impressive Alexander, but how were you able to match her?" Wesley asked, being the first of the observers to find his voice.
"I taught those moves and that style. A watcher has to know when to lecture and when to show, or else all you are, is a source of information. Faith has me beat in strength, but she hasn't reached a mastery of fighting or chakra that I have, it's doubtful she ever will. You could strip every slayer's power from Faith though, and she would be just as effective because of her chakra and the training I've provided." He explained.
"Simply amazing."
Picking up his bento, he turned walking out of the library with Faith in tow, wanting a nice lunch outside.
"Hey B, don't forget patrol tonight."
"Right." She whispered.
Night
Alexander let a pair of wooden shurikens fly dusting two of Eliminati vampires. Faith and Buffy were hunting some sort of cultist demon obeying vampires, and sadly had gotten them into this situation. So now, Xander found himself launching projectiles from the shadows as they fought off the enemy in cramped alleyway.
"Why is it never simple?" Is a week without a horde of demons trying to kill and or destroy us so much to ask?" Xander asked, slamming a wooden kunai into the chest of a fleeing vampire and eating a bite of pockey with his free hand.
He watched Buffy throw a person to Faith and the dark haired slayer moving to stake him. Senses going off, Xander moved, chakra flowing into his legs and caught the slayers arm mid-wing.
"He's human, an idiot, but human."
"Thanks Boytoy." Faith said, letting the man go.
"Xand, how did you know? I barely figured it out with my slayer senses."
"My senses are fine tuned for live combat." He replied, then dropped to the ground bringing both slayers with him. The sound of gun was heard followed by the now dead body of a man hitting the ground.
"Kirigakure no Jutsu." (Hidden Mist Technique) Xander called, forming one seal and covering the alleyway in a thick fog to hide their presence. Applying chakra to his feet, he ran up the wall of the alley and burst through the top of the mist, his guns blazing at the opposite roof.
The black cloaked assassin moved with ease, avoiding all of his shots as he jumped from the wall, and landed opposite her on the roof.
"Hello Alexander, a nice night for a battle, wouldn't you say?"
"I shall stain the moon with your life, assassin." He responded, his voice deadly calm.
"Then let us begin our dance."
Both assassins brought their guns up and began firing, and dodging at the same time. The woman was using a pair of custom pistols he couldn't identify, and he was using his own Nemesis pistols. Flashes and the roar of pistols broke the night, but the metal of bullets never touched either, seemingly missing by hairs breath each time. Clicking empty at the same time, they charged one another, Alexander activating the sharingan mid-charge.
Alexander caught her incoming hand by the wrist, and attempted to throw her only for her to grasp his wrist and land, turning his throw back on him. Keeping his hold on her wrist, he was flipped, but landed on his legs pushing chakra into his own, he threw her away from him only to see her land gracefully.
"Let us take this fight seriously, shall we?" she asked, reaching up and removing weights from beneath her cloak.
Reaching to his wrists, he removed and cancelled the seal on his weights then removing both the wrist and ankle weights, swiping his hand over his body releasing the gravity jutsu it was under.
The pair met again though, Xander was clearly faster, weaving and flowing around her attacks, but when he would launch his own, she avoided or countered them with simplistic ease. Buffy and Faith arrived on the scene to watch as the two danced around the roof, neither getting a hit.
Jumping back, they watched him perform seals at a fast rate.
"Katon Shinhidora no Jutsu." (Fire Element: True Hydra Technique) taking a lungful of air and filling it with chakra, he released the breath. Instead of a simple dragon made of fire coming fourth, it was a three headed dragon, their fire blasts surging at the assassin.
The flames cleared an instant later to reveal the woman perfectly fine hidden behind a barrier made of light.
"The counter to your jutsu is magic, Alexander; I'm disappointed, you thought I would fall so easily."
"I didn't underestimate anything I needed to know how good you were, and now that you are hiding behind a barrier, you are already dead."
"We will see."
Faith suddenly grabbed Buffy and got off the roof, having a gut feeling just what attack he was going to use.
"Amaterasu." (Goddess of the Sun Technique)
The black flames of the Uchiha ripped through the barrier, but their target flipped off the roof, only getting her cloak destroyed as a result. As the attack died away, Alexander took a deep breath and looked down, noticing a throwing knife embedded in the ground at his feet.
Picking it up, he held out his hand running the blade along his palm and drawing his blood. Letting the blood drop onto the flat of the blade, his eyes narrowed, the moonlight making the crimson of the sharingan eerie to look upon.
"We will meet again and I will kill you, I swear it on the blood running through these veins." He spoke, before throwing the knife over the edged of the roof and walking away.
Bronze
"Hey guys, isn't that Xander? Willow spoke to the assembled Scooby gang, she spotted her brunette friend on stage.
Their eyes turned to the stage, spying the young assassin dressed in a dark blue shirt and a black jacket with black slacks. He handed each of the sit in band members a piece of music, before moving to the microphone. Faith blinked as she realized they hadn't seen hide nor hair of the boy since the incident involving the deputy mayor. A part of her kicked herself for allowing the new found friendship of the many to make her temporarily forget her best friend.
The music began to play and Xander shut his eyes letting the beat wash over him before he began to sing.
Here by my side
An angel
Here by my side
The devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me again
Here by my side
It's heaven
Here by my side
You are destruction
Here by my side
A new color to paint the world, oh
Never turn your back on it and
Never turn your back on it again
Here by my side
It's heaven
Careful. You be careful
Careful. You be careful
This is where the world drops off
This is where the world drops off
Careful. You be careful
And you breathe in
And you breathe out for it
Ain't it so weird?
How it makes you a weapon?
And you give in
And you give out for it
Ain't it so weird?
How it makes you a weapon?
Never turn your back on it and
Never turn your back on it again
Be careful. You be careful
Here by my side
It's heaven
Here by my side
It's heaven
Here by my side
It's heaven
"Thank you." he spoke as the song ended, and people clapped. Moving off the stage, he was out the door before anyone could talk to him.
"Hey Boytoy, wait up!" Faith called, watching him get into his car.
"Go back to them, Faith."
"Now, why would I go and do that?"
"Because there is someone out there now, and they're after me. The only thing I fear is that which I cannot kill, and if I remain as I am. I don't know if I can kill this opponent."
"I got your back Boytoy, we'll take this bitch together."
"If you stay by my side, the only thing that will happen is your death. I can't allow that to happen in any way or form. Faith, I may have to slay my heart and soul to protect you and I'm afraid of what that will turn me into. That woman out there is only one person she could be."
"Who's that?"
"Valkyrie, Sarah McNeal. The tainted right hand of Noir."
"Boytoy?"
"She is one of the two maidens that once made up the Noir before this one. She is the traitor that spawned project Alexander. She is the one who made it impossible for Altena to remain Noir. The only woman to ever defeat Altena in combat and live. A mage and assassin who betrayed Altena on a mission on the word of Soldats. Attempting to kill her sister in Noir." He took a breath, before saying the next part.
"She is one of….My mothers."
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