Destruction of the Things We Hold Near!

Trevor sat still in his throne as he looked on at the travesty that was once his beautiful arena. True, he planned such a travesty to occur, but he still felt a mild twinge of regret now that he stood here watching it happen. This was his home, his business, his life. And now he had to sit and watch it be torn down by idiotic Marines. He was insulted, mournful, and depressed as he looked at the large cannon ball sitting in the midst of the crowd with a few pirates crushed beneath the heavy black iron.

"You're not leaving?" asked Karasu as he looked over his shoulder at who was once his own first-mate. "The Buster Call will eradicate this entire island if you wait too long."

Trevor chuckled. "I'll leave…after twenty minutes. I don't want to be remembered as one of those cowards who ran away the instant they heard the cannon fire of a Buster Call. I want to sit here, drink some tea in the midst of this chaos. Go down as the only pirate brave enough and strong enough to do nothing during a Buster Call and still escape." Of course, Trevor was the only one who thought of this, everyone else was more concerned with living, including his own staff members.

"Do whatever the hell you want," chortled Karasu at the silly thought of standing still as a building collapsed in on you. "You can't be strong, if you aren't alive." Karasu turned around and saw Mashiba was already starting to leave, but in the opposite direction. "Where are you going?"

Mashiba stopped and turned around to his boss. "I got to go," he said with a dejected tone. "I have some unfinished business on this island. Don't wait up for me; I'll catch up after I'm finished with my job." Mashiba twirled the long spear around and then quickly re-sheathed it.

Trevor smiled. He knew what Mashiba meant. It was that welling feeling that he had towards Mikoto, the desire to kill and yet for some strange reason the inability to act on that desire. He wanted to act on it, drive his fingers through Mikoto's soft neck and rip his skull free from his vertebrae, but he couldn't. He was sure that Mashiba probably had a similar welling desire to do the same with Hiro-Shu, the man Trevor had stopped him from killing.

Karasu shrugged. In all honesty, he wouldn't have waited for Mashiba even if he had asked. He was the kingpin of the Black Market; he made billions in a matter of days. Good help wasn't very hard to find if you have a stack of bills to wave about. He immediately headed out towards his ship.

Trevor sighed and relaxed. It was going to be quite boring. The cannon fire was still being fired sporadically into the arena with very little direction, but admittedly they were getting better. Their cannon fire was gradually becoming concentrated to the outer reaches of the arena instead of the center, which had already been evacuated, except for Trevor. Honestly, this was the safest place. "Duncan, where did Makada head off to?"

A big black drop of tar splashed from the ceiling and onto the floor. Slowly the tar built up and formed Duncan, the only man in this arena that actually thought highly of Trevor. "Makada didn't feel like waiting. He's been in a fairly bad mood as of late, I guess this Buster Call was just another nail in the coffin. No need to worry about him, though," encouraged Duncan, "he can handle himself."

Trevor smiled and nodded. He wouldn't have worried about Makada in the first place, it wasn't in his nature to have the slightest concern for another human being, but it was nice to know that when Trevor survived this, he'd had two faithful right hand men alive and willing to help him usher in a new age, sculpted to fit his image.

Funny, Trevor never thought of aiming to be Pirate King before. His goal in life was to enjoy it, it just so happened that he enjoyed killing. He never put any thought into anything more, but ever since his run-in with Mikoto. He felt a slight welling thought about it. Putting his name down into the history books as the third and most ruthless Pirate King ever to exist! It had a certain appeal to it. Trevor was going to be tossing this idea around in his head until it was time to leave.

(-With Makada-)

Makada slowly strolled through the halls. He was in a fairly bad mood. He had been here for years and had come to enjoy the payroll it had provided him with and now it was about to get crushed in a matter of seconds. Even worse, it was apparently Trevor's idea. He originally wanted to consider it a lie, Trevor was a psychopath, but he truly enjoyed the URA. The fights, the blood, it was Trevor's natural environment, but Makada heard him talk to Maria. He planned this!

Not only did Trevor plan this, but he made no attempt to reveal this news to him. He kept it a tightly guarded secret from everyone at the URA. He made sure no one found out, Makada was sure that even Duncan was kept in the dark about this little plan of his. Of course, why would Trevor share his plan to screw over their home, income, and possibly themselves! He was planning to activate the one thing on earth every man feared and for what? A boost in fame? It was Trevor! The man was a murderous tyrant who controlled half of the underground fights! He didn't need the title of 'Survivor of the Buster Call'.

Makada knew of Trevor's escape plan. Trevor thought this through; he wouldn't initiate something that he couldn't escape from…or kill. Trevor had thought his plan through. He would do the exact opposite of what everyone else was doing. They were all fleeing to the top to escape by sea, but that's ultimately what the Marines expected and that's where they are the thickest at. But recent technology resulted in a new method of escape…underwater.

Sailing out was impossible; Trevor had made sure to calculate that into his decision. The waiting was another key part of the plan. By the time his twenty or so minutes were up, the pirates would be at the top of the island and trying to make their escape. The Marines would be distracted and that would increase the chance of his success. Secondly, the submarines were small. They were only enough room in it for one, maybe two people and they were shaped-like cannonballs. Then they would be jettisoned out at high speeds.

It would almost appear as if the URA was firing out underwater cannonballs as a last ditch effort to survive. Of course, real cannon balls are being fired out right now so the later ones won't seem suspicious.

Makada was just strolling around when he noticed the most recent wave of idiot pirates were rushing out at him. He couldn't help himself, he just had to mow them down.

(-With Zesiro-)

Zesiro stood gleefully over the recent pirate. He had lost it. The smell of the blood had stirred some primal thought process. All Shark Fishman had something similar to it. When they smelled blood they felt the welling desire to kill. Sharks had the thought flicker through their brain, too. It started off as a survival mechanism, when they smelled blood in the water they would hunt down the source for food, but it came to the point where blood invoked a new feeling in them.

He would keep killing until he ran out of victims or left the vicinity of the blood…but he was trapped. The endless wave of pirates trying to escape would provide him with an endless supply of victim. His primal killing instinct would make sure he wouldn't back down.

Zesiro rushed forward, with a wide swing he cut straight into a man's chest, causing a powerful spurt of blood from his chest and he collapsed to the ground. He swung around and brought his sword behind him in a thrust, he rotated around from there and beheaded someone with ease. Another step forward combined with a downwards chop, then a swinging upwards chop made a man lose his arms. Zesiro was let loose in a crowded area, the endless wave of people made him unstoppable. He kept charging forward, a series of cuts, slashes, and bloodying chops sent numerous corpses plummeting to the ground.

He moved forward, not stopping. A wide sideways swing buried his sword into someone's neck, he didn't stop. A thrust, a chop, a swing each sent another man spiraling to the ground. Screams soon started to feel the stairwell. It was a murderous scene, even the pirates who saw this and tried to turn around and escape couldn't. The wave behind them pushed them forward like an offering to some crazed shark god.

"Fishman Drop Kick!" shouted a voice as a light blue blur came crashing down from the ceiling and into Zesiro's chest knocking him back and into a wall. Zesiro rebounded out of the wall and with a quick 360 degree spin beheaded another group of pirates. The man who kicked him landed on the ground. It was Ichi. "I don't want to hurt you, but we got to go and we have no time for this Shark Episode!"

Zesiro turned forward, his bloodshot eyes locking on Ichi. He charged forward and with a spin, he brought his sword forward for his neck. He felt a confident punch slam into his gut and force him backwards. It was Nito, "Fishman Karate! Second Wave!" Nito pumped his fist forward and forced Zesiro into the wall behind him. Zesiro tried to get back up, but Ichi had already leapt into the air and back down landing a powerful jumping kick into his chest. The force from the kick propelled them both through the wall and off of the stairs.

They crashed onto the ground in the other room, which appeared to be the forge for the URA. The URA supplied weapons to their fighters and whenever a weapon broke they came here to be fixed. Nito came rushing into the room just as Zesiro forced Ichi off of him and brought his sword flying forward in a thrust. Ichi danced to the side and let the sword breeze by him. "Kind of upset we found him that other blade now." A heavy shoulder from Zesiro was thrown into Ichi, blowing him back through the air.

"Just remember we used to always have to calm down Shiro when he got like this," reinforced Nito, "calming down Ze-shiro shouldn't be too hard!" He quickly ducked beneath another swing of the sword from Zesiro. Nito leaned forward and viciously head-butted Zesiro knocking him back. "So, calm down Zesiro! We are away from the blood, so you can come back to your senses!"

Zesiro's only response was a blood-freezing rush at them, along with a loud snap as he brought his massive jaws together trying to rip their heads off. Any sense of brotherhood between them had been brought down and crushed in an instant for Zesiro. However, this didn't seem to faze the two brothers as they continued to try to help Zesiro out of this rage. It quickly became apparent that they were no match for him, his swords gave him the reach advantage, his training gave him more strength, stamina, and skills. His swords came swooping up from the bottom towards Nito and Ichi's legs.

Ichi leapt up into the air to avoid the blow, while Nito moved back and out of the sword's reach. Zesiro stepped forward and launched two independent thrusts at them. Nito ducked beneath, but he still felt the sword cut into the air above him. Ichi wasn't so fortunate; there was no good way to dodge the thrust while he was airborne. He twisted around in midair to avoid the incoming thrust, but the sword came slashing through his leg still. Ichi crashed to the ground and Zesiro didn't waste a second. He closed in and brought the sword crashing down for Ichi.

Ichi panicked. He spun around and brought his leg forward, smashing his foot into Zesiro's wrists and knocking him back. While Zesiro was distracted, Nito tackled him, bringing him down and onto the ground. Ichi twisted around, jumping forward and on top of the pile. Together, Ichi and Nito were somehow managing to hold him down against the cold floor.

However, even the two of them weren't strong enough to keep the monstrous shark down. Zesiro ripped them off of him and threw them across the room. He stood up with a tremendous roar as he made quick and powerful slashes into the air.

"Crap," said Nito as he grabbed his head with his webbed hand, "Ze-Shiro is just so much stronger then we are. We can't beat him down like this…maybe if we…" A long and skinny sword came swinging down and blocking their view of Zesiro. Nito looked up at the blade and at its owner, Makada. Nito shrunk back upon recognition of this URA staff member.

The Sword of a Predator Versus the Sword of a Killer!

Hey! Remember that thing I was doing quite a few chapters back about each characters profile and how I had to stop at Enma's because I lost my thumb drive? Well, I found it! I'll continue with the character profiles next chapter!

Blood and guts are almost guaranteed for the next chapter as Zesiro and Makada go head-to-head in a man's duel!