Juusanbi no Shinju: Oh I know, *brushes shoulder*.
: Then don't read this chapter dude, you'll be very, very sad.
Silver Crow: If I put every woman he almost murder into a harem, I'd overload on characters. And that'd just be a clusterfuck to write. I've put like 500 words into a pure narutoverse story, but don't expect it anytime soon.
Also, I've recently started working full time again, so these will be less frequent for a while. Less frequent than already? Yep.
Also started playing FFXIV, good game thus far. Kinda wanna take an axe to a few people but that comes with the RPG territory.
Start.
Menma sat through the meeting easily enough, he'd already won really. All he had to do was shake some hands, pat some shoulders and all of them were decorated in his malicious runes. Such was the great ease around the peace lovers, they were never on guard as they should be, they didn't see deceit when it sat next to them. The only one who did seem to avoid his touch was the Fallen Representative, his name was Azazel a man with a critical eye, he had black hair with a blonde fringe he wore a red coat buttoned up and falling down to his ankles, a pair of black slacks and shoes finishing his rather minimalist outfit.
Compared to the extravagance everyone else seemed to bare. Menma didn't really care as the man looked like he hadn't trained in his power, so it was probably thoroughly plateaued. Never one to break a limit, that's what Azazel struck him as.
Finally after what felt like hours, without interruption or breaking from the topic the blonde/black haired man spoke, he'd been staring at the Uzumaki for some time anyway, "Menma-san, may I ask a question that's been bothering me for a short while." Asked the man pausing conversation, it was wrapping up anyway so it was a minimal annoyance.
"You may, Azazel-dono. I will do my best to answer." Replied the younger male with a small smile and a nod.
"You wouldn't happen to have run into a white haired boy, wore slacks, touted a white suit of armour?" Asked the Fallen, Menma nodded easily, "Oh yes? Could you tell me where he is, he's one of my subordinates you see, raised him myself in fact. And I could sense lingering amounts of his magic on you, am I to assume you to sparred or somethin'?" Asked Azazel, looking at the boy dead in the eye, noticing the slight shift from barely attentive to quietly alert in the tall black haired man behind the seated youngster.
"I regret to inform you he is dead. You are correct, we did fight. But he came with the intent to kill me, to 'test himself' I believe as he was under the impression I was a stepping stone to getting stronger. Long story short, I put him six feet under with a chokeslam." Informed Menma without batting an eyelash.
"Stupid kid...I knew this would happen one day..." Grumbled the Governor, running a hand down his face, grief and disappointment flooding his body. The foolish boy, if only he knew the destiny that had awaited him.
"If it's any consolation I ended it quickly." Informed Menma, his face like that of a doll, completely still and emotionless, he was giddy inside he had no idea he would get to witness the destruction of yet another person's emotional walls on the day of his coup de tat. It was like opening all the presents on your birthday and then getting sucked off by some lovely slut, just icing on the cake.
"It's really not...Please stop talking."
"Menma! Why didn't you tell me about this." Hissed Serafall, Menma looked at her and she could honestly not get a read on him, it was like a cold clarity had fallen upon him as he looked at her, a small smirk lining his lips as he spoke though only she could really make it out, minimal as it was.
"It didn't seem important, he didn't seem to be affiliated with any faction. Just a wanderer with a chip on his shoulder. Had I known otherwise, I would have told you, Master." He said, he should honestly take up acting, it was like lying but you get the adoration of millions and lots of money. Sera shot him an deadly glare that oozed 'We'll talk about this later'. How cute, she assumed she was leaving here alive.
"Do you need a moment, Azazel-dono?" Asked Sirzehs soothingly, yet without pitying the man, he himself loathed pity so typically afforded that courtesy to others. The Fallen shook his head, smacking his cheeks a little and sighing.
"I'm good, let's finish this up, I need a drink." Said the man softly, getting an understanding nod from the others at the table, Menma closed his eyes and allowed himself a small internal smile of victory, his shoulders relaxing slightly he was honestly abuzz with excitement though, he did have to heavily sedate Xenovia's ability to remember, as far as she was aware this meeting took place without a hitch and they would be leaving in peace in a few days time.
He had no other idea on how to get through this without severe backlash from his little blue haired fucktoy, ah life was so hard when you were such a terrible person. He was amused at how soft he'd allowed himself to get, such was the little experiment these past weeks had been, caging up his nature to see how it was to really feel around people, it got stale rather quickly. Not that he didn't enjoy his time with his new 'family' but he much prefered to be himself, dead inside and ready to do the worst kinds of things to humanity for his own amusement, but now. Now he had much larger scale playthings.
Menma excused himself from the table, going into the other room that held Rias and her Peerage, the lot of teens entertaining themselves but one could easily feel the tension in the air around them, closing the door behind him he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Went off without a hitch." He informed the tension lapsed as they all collectively sighed in relief.
"Issei, Koneko. Would it be a bother if you two came over in about 10 minutes? I have some news and I'd rather give it to you in private." The two nodded, Issei adding in a grinning thumbs-up. Menma smiled in response though it was met with all but three scowls or hateful glares, he widened it into a vicious grin in rebuttal which seemed to cow the trio of grudge bearers.
He'd like to kill them but he rather liked the idea of someone coming after him for vengeance. It'd be rather amusing to watch them wriggle and writhe as he strangled the life out of them, knowing they had failed and they would never avenge anyone.
Oh, pleasant chills indeed.
Menma returned to see them all pawing over some piece of paper, with a gesture he signaled Xenovia and Madara leave quietly, "Is there any further need of me, Master?" He asked politely getting an absent shake of the head from the leviathan, "Then I take my leave, farewell it was a pleasure meeting you all." With a courteous bow, hand across his chest and the other out slightly he exited stage right, closing the doors behind him, Menma released the shackles on his pent up energy and begun the countdown to victory, in exactly 15 minutes each of those meatsacks would feel his venomous power seep into their blood and kill them inside and out, their power would then be consumed by the parasitic runes and return to him, akin to a probe in Mass Effect 2. You send it down, it gathers resources, though instead of sitting on the planet it returned with said resources.
The sorcerer grinned darkly as he began strolling down the streets towards his home, soon flanked by his two faithful family members, "That was quite fun, aside from the fact that I wanted to hang myself for the past two hours I'd say a day well spent." Xenovia's eyes seemed to clear almost immediately as he spoke, the hazy fog of her sedation wearing off.
"It was...Interesting to meet Michael-sama..." She said quietly, "The way he looked at me with those sad eyes though, it was like I'd let him down." Continued the swordsman to herself, Menma threw an arm over her shoulder and kissed her temple.
"You don't need that lot anymore, Xen. You've got us, and we don't even need frilly robes to look fabulous." He said with an amused smile, that seemed to lift her spirits slightly.
"Have you seen our, hair. It's to die for." Informed Madara preening like a peacock, that seemed to nail it in as Xenovia let out a small chuckle, both sorcerer's joined in on the mild merriment.
Home
Menma opened the door, whilst looking at his watch, the two of his dear close-ones walking in as he did so, "7 more minutes...Hm." The small hum that left him was not one of success or joy, but merely acknowledgment, he was aware he had won his little game, short and tame as it was in comparison to what he could usually brew up, but he did so enjoy the simple gems from time to time.
Like a good Indie game, they don't last that long but the good ones are a lovely timesink.
As he walked in he was greeted by Gin, who tapped him on the shoulder, the monkey man garnered his attention easily, Menma's beast sufficently back into its cage, slumbering if you will. "Yes, Gin? How can I help you?" He asked pleasantly, a smile on his face at the sight of his housemate.
"How set on you when it comes to all of us moving with you..?" Asked Gin, carefully.
Menma rose a brow but his mind did a little loop for a moment and came to a conclusion, "Ah! If you desire to depart I won't stop you Gin, I'll set you up with a phone and such so we can remain in contact, but you don't have to come if you don't want to, we're friends. I turned you all on a whim, I don't want slaves. I have those already." He added the last bit as an afterthought, with a sly smirk lining his face, Gin gave a small grunt of amusement and nodded.
"Anna and myself plan to travel around a bit, see what this human world has to offer. I just figured I'd check with you beforehand." Menma nodded easily, before a smile grew on his face once more, knowing eyes locking onto Gin.
"Gonna get some sexy interspecies lovin' goin?" He asked, a grin growing from his smile when Gin's usual stony gaze was accented by a burning of his pale cheeks.
"...Shut up..." He mumbled before walking away to his room, Menma chuckling lowly as he did so, a tugging at his pants drew him to Tama.
"Aniki! Where are we going?" She asked, crawling up onto his chest and hooking her arms around his neck, locking her legs behind his waist, looking him dead on with those darling baby blues.
"We're not going out of the country, Tama-chan. Don't you worry." He assured, hooking and arm under her butt to support her, "We'll be going to a place called Shinto Teito, I've read a few odd things and I want to check it out, apparently there have been talks of closing up their borders. So I wanna get in before it becomes a large chore to do so." Tama nodded in reply, not really caring but wanting to know at the same time, snuggling into his chest and clinging tightly to the tall Sorcerer.
"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing...Can't wait to see what you look like in a few years, Oh that's a wait that's gonna hurt me." He almost grimaced, whilst he liked cute things and in turn liked to fuck cute things, he wasn't into banging kids. It was against his morals, murder was ok but kiddy fiddling, not so much.
So he'd have to wait a painstakingly long time for the little darling to mature and then nail her to the wall with his dick, tsk. Pesky morality. Always getting in the way of his fun.
Menma was above few things, this unfortunately was one of them.
"Oh, Menma-kun welcome back how did the meeting go?"
Hello virgin soil.
Asia looked up at him with a sweet smile, Menma grinned in response pushing his libido aside for the moment. "The meeting went well, have you started packing, Asia-chan?" She nodded, excitement visible as she seemed to buzz happily.
"Yes! I made sure I have everything twice, I'm so nervous but also really excited!" She said, "Do you need any help packing?" She asked quickly, eager to do more to keep herself occupied.
"No, that's alright, I got it. Tama-chan, do me a favour and keep Aneki sane until we leave tomorrow." He asked getting a serious nod from the girl, she slid down him and took the blonde girls hand into her own, running off to darkness knows where.
Menma looked at his room from the doorway, reflecting on all the time he'd spent in this house, this city, this room. He was almost a little forlorn to see it change but that was just the nagging sense of nostalgia talking, he began unplugging everything from the walls and sitting on the top of his desk before sending it all into his pocket dimension, with the recent flood of magic he'd collected it was quite a lot bigger than he was used to. About the size of a football field.
Not exactly endless but still extremely large for simple moving his things. He slowly worked his way around the now completely spartan room, leaving only a few chairs and his bed, his clothes were all placed into his pocket as well, minus a single change of clothing to wear tomorrow.
Menma eyes drifted to his watch "…30 seconds!" He shouted before running to the mirror in the bathroom and placing his hand against it, it split into a quartet of viewing windows, the little extra he'd put into the rune was that just before the 'venom' begun its work it would release a short miasma that would form an 'eye' that would allow him to watch the proceedings.
What's the point of murder without being able to watch it?
Sirzechs was with his wife, Grafia. The pair were sharing a few words whilst having a celebratory drink together, the redhead was looking at his love with nothing but pure love in his gaze, she in turn gave this back to him. The pair came close to lock lips until Sirzechs grunted in pain, clutching his wrist in pain, Grafia looked at him in worry before the rune appeared, a sickly venomous mist rising from it, the green rune made all of his veins visible as it pulsated across his body, Sirzechs looked on in terror as his skin slowly began to seemingly flake away, a terrifying azure blaze lightning up his arm, an all consuming flame that spread across his whole body, his body slowly being destroyed from the outside and the inside at the same time, the screams of horrific agony leaving him were like a symphony that moved Menma's icy heart, fluttering it with joy.
That and watching Grafia sod in complete and utter despair as her husband was reduced to a smoking haze of magical energy that rapidly dissipated into the rune and was sucked into a collapse of the air. Menma drank it all in slowly, like an aristocrat would a fine wine. Her sadness was complemented by the bouquet of murder.
"My word, that was lovely." He said, brushing a tear away, tapping his finger upon Serafall's window it begun much the same, she was sitting alone though, in her castle reading something or other and just generally relaxing.
The rune began to appear all over her body, azure markings lightning up across all of her delicate flesh, her alabaster skin marred by the fact her veins were able to peer through it easily, the flames were stifled instead it was like she was being poisoned, her face turning purple as oxygen refused to flow, her eyes rolled back, blood shot and almost bleeding. Menma's grin was positively manic as finally the flames were unleashed reducing her body to ashen magical dust, once more sucked directly into his dimension, sitting harmlessly in the form of pretty jewels made from their very souls.
"That's what you get, for trying to control me. Thinking I was property for you to own, I am Menma. I am Death." Menma uttered softly, like speaking to a newborn his words were the velvet that hid the dagger.
Next up was the Angels, Michael was addressing his people, this almost gave Menma an orgasmic level of bliss as the audience would watch on as their only hope was reduced to nothing.
Michael's perpetually sad eyes were tinged with pain as he felt it coming on, initially Menma watched as the man attempted to resist the venomous demonic magic, but the fact it spent two hours burrowing into him eventually revealed the futility. Michael screamed bloody murder as his wings were torched first going up in the great blue blaze, he fell to his knees, hacking up golden blood upon the floor under him, the Angels clamoring to assist, only for their leader to become dust before them, he reached out in a vain attempt to receive their help only to seemingly 'poof'.
Menma released a low, wolfish laugh watched this, at the same time Gabriels' form took a similar spill, nothing extremely noteworthy, the event was much like Michaels, though he did so enjoy drinking in the horror etched onto their faces, it was a good way to round off the events of the day.
Menma waved a hand as the magic on the mirror dispelled, leaning against the wall directly opposite the mirror and looking at himself, he looked like a fucking champion. One who ripped the shackles that bound not only himself, but humanity itself for centuries he was a godslayer, a kinslayer, satansbane. The whole nine fucking yards, Menma allowed himself that evil laugh he'd been holding in.
"Hmhmhmhm..." A small rumbling chuckle, barely breaching his lips, before he pushed off the wall and threw his head back, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! FUCKING YES!" Throwing his arms up and praising the motherfucking sun he reveled in it, he. Had. Won.
Dismantled two of the greatest powers to ever exist, heaven and hell. In one single swoop. All that remained was a limp remnant of the Satan's power base in the form of the Adjuka and the Beelzebub, lambs that would come before the lion if they dared. His face cooled rapidly as he gave himself one more glance in the mirror, "I fucking win." He uttered softly and smiled a small, tempered smile.
Menma paused his victorious merriment as the door was knocked on, slipping out of his jacket and tossing it into the dirty clothes basket, leaving only hist dress shirt and vest on he went to answer it, right on time were Koneko and Issei.
"Ah just the two I was waiting for, c'mon this'll take a bit to explain." He closed the door behind him and gestured they follow, they did so without question, Issei all to happy to follow his friend to hear him out, it must have been something serious if they couldn't even talk in the house.
Koneko was looking up at the back of her senpai with curiosity, his stride was different, not greatly but it was more...Imposing? No, assured. He seemed on top of the world at the moment, she chalked this up to how well the meeting went.
Menma quickly guided them to the park, overlooking the river, Menma paused and turned to them, smiling serenely, "I suppose this is a good enough spot." He calmly turned away once more and looked upon the glitter traces of light upon the rivers surface, the sun gazing down at it softly, a few clouds drifting by haphazardly existing in the sky.
"So what's up, Senpai?" Asked Issei, standing next to him on his right, whilst Koneko did so on his left.
"I'm moving away." Menma informed quickly and bluntly. Issei and Koneko were wide eyed, Menma placed a hand upon their shoulders, pulling Koneko close whilst ruffling Issei's hair. "You two are good friends, I felt the need to inform you, though don't fret." With a single finger poking into Koneko's neck she fell back, Issei alarmed until he felt ice flood his veins, "I'm taking a few things with me as...Momento's." Informed Menma, the same smile on his face as he tore Issei's heart out with his bare hands.
As he went in from the back Issei got to see the bloodied claws clutching his still beating heart until it went limp, his word turned to black as he felt his very being torn asunder.
Menma finished off the draining of the boys souls and magical power, a decent snack if nothing else, cradling a red orb in his hand, "What happens when you claim heaven, hell and earth. Dragon?" He asked rhetorically, the horror in the golden eye preventing any real conversation from taking place.
"You just plain, win." Menma flicked his wrist and the orb was sucked into a red vortex, he clicked his fingers and Issei's body began to burn away, leaving not a single trace, he picked up Koneko and gazed upon her petite form, "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk and then until you can't think, the level of breaking that will take place...Oh I just got a shiver." He chuckled to himself producing a collar laden with many runes and fastening it around her neck, she wriggled and writhed before going still once more.
"Oh, it's so good being bad."
Home
"Guess who's decided to join us!?" He called out, Asia and Tama poked their heads into the hallway to see a now conscious catgirl standing beside Menma, the pair squealed, Menma smiled and gently nudged his new little slave over to them as he went to his grandfather, the man sitting on the couch reading a book with a glass of juice next to him.
"I felt it, good idea." Commented the man as his kid say beside him, Menma smirked whilst the man looked at him from the corner of his eyes, "How'd the show go?" He asked, both of them knowing not to speak in their usual grandiose manner about this.
"It was possible the most profound moment of strength I'd ever felt in my life, I should write a symphony to describe it, because I lack words." Madara placed a hand on his shoulder, a fond smile that only a grandfather could give.
"I love ya kid, and I've never been prouder than I am at this moment." Said Madara, Menma's eyes widened for a moment before they set back, a bright smile on his face. Madara threw an arm over the boys shoulder.
"I love you to, Jii-sama..." He replied quietly, a feeling of contentment washing over him.
I told you all there would be a catgirl pairing, I never said it would be one of equal terms. Haha! I'm a fucking horrible person.
S'ok I'm aware.
Now as you may or may not have gathered, this story is about to become a tri-crossover, adding Sekirei into it, and after that settling comes to a close the stories over. Initially I thought of ending it now, at the precipice of power. But nah, I'll keep it going until I get bored.
Word of warning, no fucking Akitsu.
So sick of her, just sayin'.
Raxychaz!