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Home Invasion
"It's a little too quiet," Ling-Ling said. "I'll go and call someone."
"Sister," Fang-Fang said.
"It's alright," Ling-Ling said. "I won't be long. You all wait in the guest room and enjoy some tea."
"That's a bad idea," Damon said. "How many Yasha live in this house?"
"Ten," Fang-Fang said.
"We need to leave," Damon said. "You too, Ling-Ling."
"Nonsense," Ling-Ling smiled. "I'll be right back. Go on into the guest room."
And then, she left. Damon narrowed his eyes, then sighed, nodding, and they all followed Fang-Fang to the guest room. Damon took his school jacket off instantly, draping it over the back of a couch and unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling them halfway up his forearms, then kicked his shoes and socks off so he could huse scales to harden his kicks. The others likewise dropped any unnecessary layers, or anything that would make fighting problematic. Damon glanced at Fang-Fang, who was obviously nervous.
"Relax, Fang-Fang," Damon said. "Your sister's strong, and has that army of zombies with her. She'll be fine. And even if she does get into a fight she can't win, it's not like she'll die. She'll still be around."
Fang-Fang nodded.
"And you're safe," Damon said. "You're a Yasha, and while your summoning skills leave a bit to be desired, your martial arts skills, and that coin sword of yours, are no joke. Then there's me, the Fire Devil, A Vampire that I've been training to fight better, a human with the powers of a Vampire who both me and the Vampire have been training, a Succubus and Yuki Onna that I've been training, and a Witch who routinely saves all of us without anyone needing to train her. Trust me, anything that's stupid enough to try and attack you, we got your back. Right now, you're the safest person on the planet."
Fang-Fang stared at him before smiling and nodding. "You're right. After all, I have a Fire Devil who's willing to help me."
Damon smirked. "Only so long as I don't have to choose between you or Mizore."
Fang-Fang nodded, smiling. They waited in silence, but after almost forty minutes, she still hadn't returned, and Damon hadn't heard, smelled, or sensed anything, not a fight, not a voice, not even the sound of Ling-Ling's feet walking down a hallway. He narrowed his eyes. He didn't like it. He couldn't hear anything in the house. He felt like something was blocking his senses.
"She's slow," Tsukune said finally. "Even if it is big, this is Ling-Ling's house. Something must have happened for her to be this slow."
"I can't hear her anywhere in the house," Damon said. "Actually, I can hardly hear anything outside the room."
"Your senses aren't working?" Mizore asked.
"It's like something's blocking them," Damon said. "There's no barrier for that here, right?"
"No," Fang-Fang said. "I'm going to check things out."
"fang-Fang, this is no time to be alone," Tsukune said. "If you're going-"
"You're staying here, Tsukune," Damon said. "This situation has Fairy Tale written all over it, but that Gremlin on the place said he was trying to keep us from reaching this place. If that's the case, Fang-Fang is safe because we're the targets. So you're going to stay here with the others. I'm going to go with Fang-Fang, just in case something happens. In the mean time, you guys watch over Mizore for me."
Tsukune hesitated before nodding. "Alright. Be careful."
Damon nodded, looking to Fang-Fang, who also nodded. They left the room, walking silently through the hallway. After a few minutes, they stopped as they heard hushed voices speaking. They turned, following the voices as close as they needed to for Damon's weakened hearing to pick it up, his hearing still being better than Fang-Fang's.
"That's good as a start," Damon whispered, repeating the voices' words for Fang-Fang, including his voice changing to the speaker's. "That's one of them down. At any rate, it looks like we've got more work."
"Yeah, I never thought he'd bring that many friends back," Damon said, his voice changing, matching the second voice. "And doesn't that one guy seem like he's pretty powerful?"
"It can't be helped," the first voice said. "Anyways, let's just finish our mission."
"Yeah, you're right," the second voice said. "We'll take them down one by one."
Damon cleared his throat quietly, switching back to his own voice. "We should get back."
Just then, a hand landed on Fang-Fang's shoulder and he shrieked in fear, Tsukune screaming as well, only for Moka, who had come with Tsukune, and Damon to cover both of their mouths.
"Run!" Damon hissed, he and Moka dragged the two toward a corner until they began to run on their own.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" Damon demanded as they ran.
"I was worried about you so I came after you," Mizore said.
"Mizore, I'm the strongest one in our group!" Damon said. "I can handle myself!"
"I'm not apologizing for worrying about you," Mizore said.
Damon groaned and gave her a kiss on the cheek as they ran. "Thank you for escorting her, Tsukune."
"No problem," Tsukune said, just as they opened the door to the guest room and stopped, seeing it was trashed.
"Huge problem," Damon said.
The coffee table was overturned, tea was spilled around the room, the walls were cracked, and there was a crater in the floor.
"You didn't hear anything?" Mizore asked.
"No," Damon said, setting his hand on the wall. "This is a problem. Inner Moka was in a fight, and no only did she either have to retreat, or was captured, but I had no idea it was happening."
"They must be somewhere in the house," Tsukune said.
"Maybe not," Fang-Fang said. "They might have been captured by them."
"Who?" Mizore asked.
"Fairy Tale?" Tsukune asked.
"I doubt it," Damon said.
"It's probably the Miao Family," Fang-Fang said. "A Chinese Mafia group and long-term rivals of the Huang Family. I'm guessing they probably sent assassins here."
"I don't think so," Damon said. "For starters, they're not acting like normal assassins. Assassins would leave the bodies and come after us. Which means that they took the others with them. They're probably alive. They might be bait. Or...Fang-Fang, what are the chances that the Miao Family allied with, or is a part of, Fairy Tale?"
Fang-Fang nodded. "They did. They've grown in power since they did, and we're almost to the point of an all-out war with them."
"That war just started," Damon said. "But since it's Fairy Tale, that means they weren't after you this time. They were after Moka, or maybe Tsukune and plan to use Moka as a hostage."
"Why them?" Mizore asked.
"They both have the power of a Vampire, and while I'm stronger, they also know there's no way in Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, or Earth that they'd get me to work with them," Damon said. "Or maybe Fairy Tale is planning something else. They'd need a lot of power to destroy the entire world."
"Is there any way they could use Moka to get the Fire Devils to attack the humans?" Fang-Fang asked.
"Not while I'm alive," Damon said. "The Fire Devils haven't decided if they want to try to usurp my throne again, but they hate other species too much to work with Fairy Tale for something small. Fairy Tale would need one hell of a good deal in order for that to happen. Even immunity to the cold wouldn't be that good."
"Fairy Tale was why you originally enrolled in Youkai Academy, isn't it?" Mizore asked. "To gather information on them?"
"That's right," Fang-Fang nodded. "And that's when I saw someone who defeated an entire subdivision. That was you, Tsukune."
"No," Damon said. "It wasn't. It was Ginei Morioka, an above-average werewolf, and Haiji Miyamoto, a very powerful Crow Tengu. Tsukune is stronger than most monsters, but he's not the one who took out an entire subdivision. Gin and Haiji did."
"What!?" Fang-Fang gaped. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Because they both would have beaten you up for asking," Damon said. "One of them because they're in love with someone in Japan and don't want to let her down, and the other because you'd have offended his pride. Tsukune's too nice for that."
Fang-Fang sighed and nodded. "So what now?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Damon asked. "We're going to go and pay the Miao family a visit."
Just then, a creature shrieked from off to the side, a head with two snail eyes growing where its body should connect to its neck, six spider legs sticking out of its sides, and its tongue a long snake-like appendage with goo leaking off of it. It leapt for the door but Damon slammed a roundhouse kick into its side, breaking two of the legs and sending it crashing into the wall where Mizore instantly froze it into a block of ice.
"Time to go!" Damon said, everyone nodding and sprinting out of the room.
Fang-Fang began to lead them toward kitchen, but as they rounded the corner, a thick wave of blood splattered over Mizore, coating her instantly. They all stared at the thing in front of them, a behemoth that stood twice their height, was wearing a blood-stained butcher's apron with a short-sleeved white shirt and a red tie, which hung over the apron, white cloth over his head with his right eye visible through a hole, a massive blacksmith's hammer in his right hand that was the size of Damon's torso, and an equally massive meat cleaver in his left hand. The other three all screamed and the behemoth roared, swinging the hammer downward, only for it to explode into chunks of metal against Damon's scaled left hand. Then, Damon leapt at the giant, punching his scaled right fist through the cleaver into the giant's face, blood spraying out from under the cloth and staining it red instantly as the giant crashed to the ground. Damon turned, running after the others as they sprinted through the mansion again. No matter where they ran, however, they were found in seconds. Finally, they ran to the mansion's study, which was closer to a library, and Fang-Fang slid a bookcase out of the way, revealing a room filled with gun racks and crates and cans of ammunition. They all piled inside and Damon shut the door before grabbing several guns, beginning to load them.
"What are you doing?" Fang-Fang asked.
"Let's be real here, Fang-Fang, we're definitely fighting our way out of here," Damon said. "Like I said earlier, we need to go pay the Miao family a visit. We can't do that hiding in a room filled with deadly, and extremely useful weapons."
He passed an HK 433 to Fang-Fang, then a pump action shotgun to Mizore, who had just finished picking off the last bits of frozen blood. Then, he strapped a pair of Colt 1911s to his sides under his arms, a pair of Desert Eagles to his thighs, and picked up an HK G36 for himself.
"You know, my mother was a member of the Miao family," Fang-Fang said. "She left it and married my father, the head of the Huang family. My parents were able to set aside their differences for love, like Romeo and Juliet, but without the double suicide. Or like you and Mizore. The child they bore was meant to represent the dream of uniting monsters and bringing peace. I was raised believing in that. But in the end, it's nothing but a stupid fantasy."
"To be fair, I want to right the wrongs of the Fire Devils over the last few Millennia," Damon pointed out. "I got you beat for stupidity."
"If we're talking about stupid dreams, I want to unite humans and monsters and bring peace," Tsukune said.
"I want to start a family with a Fire Devil," Mizore spoke up.
Fang-Fang chuckled. "The one species in which the infants kill the mothers. I think Mizore's got us all beat. Well, I suppose we can all work to find a way to accomplish our dreams together, if we survive this. And the first step is to take doen the Miao Family."
"Before that, I think we should probably clear the cockroaches out of you beautiful home, wouldn't you agree?" Damon asked.
Fang-Fang stared at him before smirking and nodding, racking his rifle's bolt to the rear before taking the magazine out and loading another bullet into it to replace the one he'd chambered before slipping the magazine into his pocket and picking up a two hundred round double drum magazine and inserting it instead. Damon smirked, loading the same type of magazine for his own rifle, then looked to Mizore and Tsukune, Mizore having picked up a pistol of her own, a Barretta M9, and Tsukune having picked up a shotgun and a Glock.
"Really now, Mizore," Damon chuckled. "You don't have to slum for pistols. They have decent ones here."
Mizore shrugged and Damon laughed just as several slimy hands wrapped around him from behind. He sighed, passing his rifle to Fang-Fang, who was staring behind Damon. Then, flames roared to life over Damon's body, burning the hands to ash where they touched him before he turned and roared, flames erupting from his mouth and into the massive mouth growing out of the wall behind him, tentacles ending in hands growing out of it like tongues and small feelers lining the mouth. After a moment, it shrieked in pain and he let his flames end as it closed and vanished. Damon accepted his rifle back and they left the armory, walking calmly out of the study as Damon formed his scales over his entire body.
"I'll draw their fire," Damon said. "You all cover me."
"Can your scales block bullets?" Fang-Fang asked.
"As long as they're not ice," Damon said.
Fang-Fang nodded and they walked through the hallways ins silence. However, after a few minutes, they reached the foyer without incident, instead finding a man with a military-style haircut and several scars across his face sitting in a throne at the top of the first flight, a woman in a qipao behind him with her hair in a pair of buns and a folding fan in her hand. Just as they arrived, men in suits flooded into the room, lining the stairs and the upper level, all guns levelling at Damon.
"Oh, how they scurry," Damon smirked, aiming at the man in the throne. "Let the extermination begin."
"Kill this filthy lizard!" the man snarled.
"Wait!" Fang-Fang shouted, sprinting out and standing between Damon and the man on the throne, facing the man and with his arms out to his sides. "Father, what's going on!?"
"That's your father?" Damon asked, resting the top of his rifle on his shoulder. "Some greeting."
"Is that thing with you?" Fang-Fang's father asked.
"Yes!" Fang-Fang said. "He's my friend!"
The man hummed thoughtfully as Tsukune and Mizore stepped out to join them, both aiming up at the men lining the upper level. "You've made some very interesting friends, my son."
"What's going on?" Damon asked. "I've gathered you're the one who took our friends, before I torched your transporter henchmen, not sorry about that, by the way. So where are they?"
The man chuckled, raising a hand and snapping his fingers. Damon prepared himself to use his scales to shield Mizore, only for every man in the room to pull out a small plastic object in the hand not holding a gun, pulling a strings and sending streamers and confetti flying into the air as a massive ball dropped from the ceiling over Fang-Fang's father, splitting open and unleashing a flood of more confetti and streamers, a banner unfurling, spelling out the words, "WELCOME TO THE HUANG FAMILY" in big, bold Chinese hanzi.
Damon blinked, staring at the banner for a moment before holding his rifle out to Mizore, who accepted it. As Damon turned to Fang-Fang, the Yasha's father snapped his fingers again and Damon's senses suddenly returned to full strength, Damon instantly smelling people throughout the entire mansion, including their friends off to the side of the room. Then, he was lifting Fang-Fang by the front of his shirt, and angry snarl ripping out of his throat.
"You arrogant, conniving little shit!" Damon snarled. "You had this planned from the beginning didn't you?"
"No!" Fang-Fang said. "I swear I didn't know! I was prepared to fight to the death too!"
"Actually, it was my idea," Fang-Fang's father said, suddenly holding an ice launcher like what Tsurara owned, aiming it at Damon.
Damon glared at him, setting Fang-Fang on his feet, Fang-Fang once again placing himself between Damon and his father, though his Father passed the gun off.
"We didn't have enough time to finish setting up the celebration. even after your jet went down and you had to travel an extra five hours," Fang-Fang's father said. "So we had to delay you a bit. Think of it like a game of tag. And as you can see, the ones that were caught were treated well, so please forgive us. I'll even overlook you torching one of my men. We really should have seen that one coming."
"Yes, you should," Damon said. "I'm assuming you were warned ahead of time that I was coming, so you put the barrier up to dull my senses so that I couldn't spoil things right off."
"That's right," Fang-Fang's father nodded. "Ling-Ling warned me so that we wouldn't kill you on sight. My name's Fei-Hong Huang, by the way. It's good to know that the Fire Devil King isn't like those before him."
"Yeah," Damon said. "My father...was a monster."
"On that we can agree," Fei-Hong said, walking away to talk to his wife while Tsukune and Fang-Fang were brawling over Fang-Fang not knowing his own subordinates were the ones pulling the trick.
Mizore reached up to cup Damon's cheek, able to read the pain in his face like a book after what he had said. Damon sighed, resting his forehead against hers, allowing the sting to calm him.
"I hate Yasha," Damon grumbled.
"And we all hate you," a new voice said. "Apparently except for Fang-Fang. What did you think about my trick? My acting was pretty good, wasn't it?"
"I knew you were behind this," Fang-Fang said. "There's a limit to what kinds of pranks you can pull, Lord Fuhai Touhou."
Damon turned, glaring down at the little troll of a Yasha who stood barely up to Damon's knee, but who was likely still powerful enough to put Damon through his paces, if not kill him. "Fuhai Touhou. It's an honor to meet someone as...powerful as you."
"Don't strain yourself too hard, vermin," Touhou said. "Wouldn't want your tiny, gecko brain to collapse on itself under the strain."
Damon's right eye twitched and he refrained from saying what he wanted to, instead walking over to where the Huang family had set up drinks, taking a swig directly from a Sake bottle. It was going to be a very long, very annoying vacation.
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