Chapter 4
A Nightmare in a Dream
Ahoy there maytees!! takes off eye-patch Har har! It is I, Yoshenga-san, ruler of all things awesome and cool!!! Lol, okay, not really, but here I am again with a new chapter of my crossover, A Death Dealer's job is never done! I know it's taken me forever to finish it, but what more can I tell you? With high school finishing and becoming totally preoccupied with my social life, things tend to really go topsy turvy. However, it is now that I intend to try and make up the time that's been lost due to these distractions! Once more, I would like to thank everyone who's reviewed my story thus far, and I'm sincerely hoping that you'll continue to do so. Thank you specifically to PunkRocker505 who's remained faithful to my story so far and who's reviewed my story through every chapter hugs you Thank you so much! Now, without further ado, enjoy!
"Prepare to die, demon…" I warned him with my voice sounding as demonic as that of even a real demon.
Despite my words, he continued to stand there, looking at me as though I was the horror from the deepest bowels of Hell.
However, as quickly as his expression became that of terror, a smirk began to slide across his face before he turned his head around to look behind him, "Well, V, I've gotta admit you really know how to pick em'. This guy's one of the good, or should I say great ones?" He said.
"That he is Dante, and if I were you I wouldn't underestimate his strength for he could very-well be stronger than either of us." V replied.
In sight of them having this all too casual conversation, I began to get aggravated, "I'm going to give you five seconds to make a move, demon, or else you will suffer for your negligence." I said.
He turned his head back around to look at me with his cold battle expression tattooed onto his face, "Five seconds, huh? I bet you I could make you fall in less than that."
"Then you leave me no choice."
As quickly as I turned into this abomination of a form, began an all out attack upon Dante, bringing everything and leaving absolutely nothing. I lunged forth with my gigantic katana in my right hand, forcing all my demon energy out of me as I proceeded to slash at him. Like what happened to every other demon I did this to, he was sliced in half before he could even take a single step. There were quite a few things I never understood about this form. For example, I never truly understood why everything seemed to move so slowly whenever I would prepare my battle stance and then I would charge at my enemy. Everything just seemed to slow down within the time I unleashed my attack, as if the clocks of time were freezing slightly just for me. Was it that I was controlling the fabrics of time, or was I merely moving that quickly, which made a single second feel like an eternity? It was hard to tell which one it was, but one thing was for certain, it made me able to cut through anyone or anything with total ease. Not only did I slice Dante in half, but I continued to slash away at his body using the utmost strength of my blade. He was going to learn a lesson from me henceforth, that he wouldn't cross my path with such insolence without being punished for doing so.
On and on I slashed away at him, showing absolutely no mercy until finally my attack was done and he was dismembered into many different pieces. He gasped for a second, coughing out a bit of blood before I brought my piercing red eyes upon him and I snapped my fingers, putting him back together again. Such is the power of the dream world, although, that is another one of my abilities in the real world. Even though whoever gets cut by my blade can be put back together again, they still feel every bit of the cold, dark steel within their flesh.
Dante fell down on one knee, his breath hacking through his throat and a cold sweat running down his face. Never in his life had he ever felt something of that sort of magnitude in a single attack. It was totally unreal, and yet he saw it completely in a matter of a blinking instant. This was unreal. This was almost as if it were some sort of nightmare to him. It wasn't hard to see in his eyes. As powerful as he was, and as high of a level of demon he might have been, there was fear emanating from those ice cold blue eyes. He thought he could go head-to-head with me, but he was sadly disappointed. I walked over to him and I placed my sword to his throat as he looked up at me with that incredible fear in his eyes and I glared down at him with the utmost intensity, as though my eyes were burying themselves within his skin,
"Yield…" I commanded.
However, it seemed that he hardly heard my words at all for he could muster absolutely no response. He was too stunned to speak. Suddenly, he disappeared behind a jet black cloak and an ivory white mask appeared before my eyes, "Pull back, Yasumoto," I heard the voice behind the mask say as my head tilted to the side slightly in confusion of what was going on, "Don't judge Dante so suddenly like that. He may be a demon but his intentions are only honorable, despite how obnoxious he may seem at times. I don't wish to fight you, especially in this place, your own dream world where you can control the mere fabrics of it with whatever you wish to think of making you seem a god. Nevertheless, I'll be brief with you. We need your help for an operation that we've partnered together to complete, but it seems that we aren't strong enough to complete it with our strength alone. As you can imagine, we are two men who believe in our strength, and in such cases only the strongest will suffice to work at our sides. However, it is not only your strength that urges me to ask you to join us in this operation, but a reason far deeper than that. I cannot explain the details of this operation here, but if you wish to learn more about it, you have but to simply come to London…"
This idea was ludicrous. Me come to London? What on Earth could this…mask believe I could do? After all, I had a life right here in Japan that I wanted to move on with. I had no time to go to London on some kind of whim such as this, "Are you insane?" I asked the floating mask, turning back into my normal form, "I can't simply go to London just like that. I…"
"I'm well aware of the life that you have, Yasumoto, and I'm dreadfully sorry to have to pull you away from it, really I am. However, I want you to know that I don't simply ask of you to help us on a whim. There isn't much I can say about the current situation, but the most I can say right now is that the life you hold dear is in grave danger," He explained, shutting me up completely so as to listen to him. And yet, when he spoke, there was a growing intensity within me, a rising heat that seemed to flow from the deepest parts of my heart and unto the outside world, "I know that you are more than capable of escaping death, Zanomori Yoshenga. You've done it all of your life, but I don't believe that you want the two people you hold dear to your heart to die because of what's coming against you…there is no more I can say to you, Yoshenga, all I can say is that it would be best for you to know of the danger before it…"
How dare he call me by my real name?! How did he even know my real name?!? It was ridiculous. I'd vowed since the day I became a Death Dealer that I'd disposed myself of that name, why did he begin to use it to name me? I couldn't bare to hear it again. I drew my blade from its sheath and I sliced this mask in half, "SHUT UP!!!" I shouted, cutting it right up the middle and, at long last, waking up from my nightmare.
I awoke on my couch in somewhat of a shock, but mostly feeling a daze running through my mind. That couldn't have been…real…could it? No, impossible. What kind of danger could my life have possibly been in? I was finally abandonning my work as a Death Dealer after all this time to settle down and to start anew as a normal man. I would've done my performances at night and I would've made the money to keep my appartment paid and accounted for, and I would've been able to concentrate as much of my attention as I could on my beloved Yui. What more could I have asked for than that? But this dream…or nightmare, whatever you want to call it, shook me. It shook me right down to my bones. I kept pondering to myself for moments on end whether to accept this dream as a warning or to simply ignore it, for it could've easily only been a dream. Maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me. Who could've known, right? Indeed, that's what I thought, for I chose to simply ignore it. It was just a dream, I thought, nothing more than that. It had to have been. No one else knew me by my real name besides me. It was one of the secrets that I kept closest to my heart, for not only was it the greatest hindrance I had, but it was also an unforgettable sentiment that managed to stay with me for the longest time, and I wasn't about to forget it.
I got up from the couch and I made my way over to the sink in the kitchen and I looked out the window unto Tokyo, my city, my home that I loved so much. How could I possibly leave such a beautiful city, especially when this was where I'd resided all of my life. The answer to that, in my mind, was fairly simple, never. Never would I ever leave this place, not for a moment. Amidst my daze of thinking, I heard the light gliding of footsteps coming toward me as I turned my smiling attention toward the woman whom I'd spend my night with and I smiled grandly as she smiled tiredly back at me and she continued to slowly and gracefully walk over to me. Though she'd put on a sleeping gown and a robe before she came out of our room, I could still notice her delicious womanly curves that my eyes seemed to devour without a moment for thought or restrain. When she got close enough, my hands slithered around her body until they met each other once more at her back and they interlocked to bring her body closer to my own. She giggled, putting her hands upon the surface of my naked upper body, which sent a shiver down my spine. The feeling of her soft touch upon my torso was enough to take my breath away, for it was a feeling that I seemed to yearn for, and crave endlessly. I don't know how to explain it. I just loved having her close to me. With a small kiss and a tender morning embrace, I finally allowed the words to escape from my lips with a grand smile to greet her,
"Good morning, my love,"
le sigh and thus, this is the long postponed 4th chapter, which I would once again really like to apologize for taking so long to write it. Unfortunately, circumstances can't always be the best as you can clearly imagine, but nevertheless, I vow that I will try and put up more chapters as time goes on. And as always, I would love to get some feedback here. Come on pplz, I need some ideas. Give me something, anything to work with. Anyhoo, R&R everybody!