ZK Chromedraozoid: The Fang Gang and Slayers go to Metropolis!! Also, kudos to Shadow Element 13 and Ten-Faced Paladin!
Devlin returned to Fang Manor on his bike and sighed deeply. He'd arrived too late to deal with the Fangire himself. Luckily, at least under these circumstances, Tamashii/Slayer had dealt with the Fangire for him.
Devlin took out the sealed soul stone from his breast pocket and stared at it. "Rape, murder and attempted kidnapping," he repeated the words Tamashii had spoken. "But why kidnap a child?"
"Because she is a Fandiri," Fangula spoke as he landed on the front of the bike.
"Fandiri?" Devlin questioned, unfamiliar with the term. Fangula nodded.
"A hybrid of human and Fangire. They are not unlike dhampirs," Fangula explained.
"So, that Fangire was…" Devlin began.
Fangula finished the sentence, "Possibly the child's biological father."
Devlin fell silent. The girl had been frightened but then became relieved when the Fangire had been destroyed. "She doesn't know what she is." Fangula nodded, "but, Akashi must know. So why is he defending her? I thought he hated Fangires."
"True, but that girl is just a child, an innocent, so he may not see a reason to kill her," Fangula said logically.
Devlin thought over the words in his head. He replied, "Mr. Oliver was an innocent too."
Fangula frowned deeply. Devlin had tried to protect the Frog Fangire but it'd been in vain and the peaceful Fangire had died, soul and all. From their bond, Fangula could feel the heartbreak Devlin was feeling. "So, what are you going to do now?"
Devlin said, "Well, I know my father is funding the Slayers and he gave the Slayer system to Akashi for a reason. I need to know what it is."
"Then contact him then," Fangula said. Devlin scowled. "What's wrong?"
"My father and I aren't on particularly good terms," Devlin answered. This was a first. Fangula thought that they may have a good relationship. "Before I left for my vacation the previous summer, we exchanged very harsh words. Right now, our relationship is on thin ice."
"So that was why you didn't welcome his gifts to you," Fangula reasoned.
"Well, seeing as one of those gifts is a perverted vampire," Devlin pointed out, poking Fangula, "You can understand why."
"Touché."
"But, I can't help but miss my mother," Devlin said. "It's been months since I've seen her." He remembered the last time being Christmas. He'd pretended to be on good terms with his father for his mother's sake. But, he knew, there was still something there that needed to be repaired.
"I've seen pictures of her; a very lovely lady, especially the eyes," Fangula said.
When Fangula mentioned his mother's eyes, Devlin reached to the scar, "Yes, lovely eyes. She told me that I have hers and my father's eyes."
Devlin dismounted from the bike with Fangula riding on his shoulder. With a tired yawn, he stepped up towards the front door and pushed it open. He then entered and shut the door.
2 days later…
Seras was still staying with the Fentons but when she'd heard that Tamashii had rescued a girl from a Fangire, she did talk to him, before they both parted ways to class. Devlin still didn't think highly of the Slayer, for two reasons; one of them being his scarred eye and the second being Mr. Oliver's death.
Mr. Oliver had been deemed missing by the school and police had investigated his home and questioned students who knew him, which included Danielle and Devlin. Neither could tell them the truth. Who would believe them? What could they tell the police? Well, a replacement teacher was going to be needed for the school's music programmed, but Principal Ishiyama doubted they'd find someone as passionate as Mr. Oliver.
Devlin was still in mourning over Mr. Oliver's death. He had collected the Frog Fangire's remains and placed them into a wooden box before burying it behind the mansion. They even had a ceremony for Mr. Oliver. Also, Mr. Oliver's house had been boarded up. Everything in there, though, was left as it was, untouched, like how Devlin wanted it to be.
Both Devlin and Tamashii often passed each other in the halls and never exchanged any words. Neither Rider particularly liked the other one and the death of Mr. Oliver had further worsened their relationship. If circumstances had been different, they would've made a great team. They were allied against the Fangires, but not much trust existed between them.
As Devlin thought over the decision to either call his father or not, Tamashii was trying to find ways to contact the 'boss', who he knew was also Devlin's father, if what he'd heard was true. He wanted answers about Smart Brain's Head's intentions, from funding the Slayers to giving him the Slayer Rider system. Some things just didn't seem to fit. His pride also made him unable to ask Devlin for help. They were rivals, intense rivals. There was some respect there for each other's skills, but no friendship. Seras was trying to fix things but it proved useless.
Danielle even suggested a counseling session with Jazz, whom was coming over to visit for the weekend. Devlin objected. Seras even approached Tamashii for the same thing but met with heavy objections as well.
As for Sandra, or Sandy as she preferred to be called, she was being taken care of by the Slayers. She'd been wearing some of the Slayer's old clothes, but Chiaki and Seras had insisted they go shopping for new clothes for the 12 year old little girl. One day, Chiaki had found numerous wounds on Sandra's body, attributed to the abuse she'd been suffering from cruel and heartless foster parents. Chiaki had been sympathetic for the girl and even hugged the girl to comfort her. It worked, and Seras helped too, making the girls closer.
Tamashii had revealed to them, though not to Sandy, that the Fangire he'd killed was also Sandy's biological father and made them swear to never tell Sandy about it. Sandy, as Fangula had stated, was a Fandiri, and one day may show signs of Fangiric abilities. Till then, they would take care of her. Tamashii was even thinking of officially adopting her. However, since he was technically 15 years old (although in reality he was much older), this process would prove difficult and none of the Slayers were of legal age to actually adopt a child. They would need to do something before social services decided to butt their heads into this situation and once more Sandy may end up in a foster home.
Bob suggested asking Devlin for help, but Tamashii refused out of pride and honor. Although, Devlin could actually pull some strings, but since the highest authority Devlin knew was his father, plus their estranged relationship, things might be difficult.
Of course, a letter either side would receive may solve their troubles once and for all.
Devlin returned home from school. Before he even knocked the door, Walter and Miriam opened it for him.
"We were expecting you, dearie," Miriam said tenderly. She pulled him in, "We have something to show you."
"Well, what is it?" Devlin asked.
"A very urgent letter came for you in the mail," Walter said as he handed the sealed envelope to Devlin. On it was Smart Brain's emblem as well as the seal of the Akuma clan. He used one of his claws to open the envelope, by making a tear at the top, before taking out the letter inside. He unfolded it and read it. His single eye widened as he continued reading.
"Well, what does it say?" Miriam asked. Devlin took out several plane tickets.
"Tell everyone to pack their bags," Devlin said, "We're all going to Metropolis." Devlin took out his cell phone, "And we have enough tickets for a few extra people too."
Meanwhile, at the Café Mal d'Amour, Bunshichi came in with the mail. "Hey, Tamashii!" he tossed an envelope at his leader, "A letter for you! Catch!" Tamashii caught the letter and saw Smart Brain's emblem and a seal he did not recognize. He tore open the envelope to find a folded letter and several plane tickets as well. He took out the letter, unfolded it, and scanned the contents.
"So, what does it say?" asked Sandy, now clean and wearing a red T-shirt with jeans shorts. She helped out around by being a waitress.
"Well, I guess our weekend has been planned for us," Tamashii noted, "We leave for the airport tonight."
"Where to?" Bob asked.
"Metropolis."
The plane landed in Metropolis' airfield, after several hours of flying from Amity Park. Devlin had brought along Seras, Danielle, Francis, Gillian, Lobo, Walter, Miriam and Richard. Fangula was hiding in Devlin's bag. The group had been given First Class passenger tickets so they'd been flying in luxury. For dinner, they'd been served with steak, sushi and lobster, and those who could drank wine. Lobo actually preferred coffee towards alcohol.
During the entire flight, Devlin had been silent the whole trip, looking out the window. Danielle had 'interrogated' him the whole trip, wanting to know what was wrong, yet received a vague answer. He was worried, she could tell. There was something important about this trip.
Another plane also landed and inside was the Slayers and Sandy. Tamashii too had been deep in thought during the whole trip. The First Class tickets at first had been suspicious, but the summons from Smart Brain changed his mind. This was the chance to get answers.
From the arrival gate, the Fang Gang, plus Seras, had entered into the terminal. Richard was stretching. "Man, I am gonna miss that First Class treatment," he commented.
"Well, the return trip is also First Class," Devlin reminded, earning a grin from the Belmont. "I sure hope those who are still sober enjoyed the trip."
Fangula peaked out from Devlin's backpack and hiccupped, "I can hold my liquor, boy!" Devlin shoved him back inside.
"Wow, I can't believe we're in Metropolis. This is the home of Superman!" Danielle proclaimed.
"Yeah," Gillian agreed, becoming starry eyed, "Those muscles and in that tight suit. What's not to love?" She liked strong men and her New Lord, Devlin, was one of them. This was a bit problematic for Danielle, who knew that Gillian didn't do much hide her attraction towards Devlin.
"Well, our ride should be waiting for us," Devlin said. "Let's go." He walked forward but accidentally bumped into someone's back. "Sorry, my apolo-" he stopped.
Of course, Devlin hadn't expected to bump into someone. Neither did the other person.
"Akashi," Devlin hissed.
"Amakusa," Tamashii returned, glaring. In Tamashii's hand was a briefcase, no doubt holding the Slayer system.
"Oh, Chiaki!" Seras ran forward and hugged her friend, "You're here! What a surprise!"
"Yeah, it's great!" Chiaki laughed.
"Hi, Seras!" Sandy greeted.
"Hello, Sandy," Seras said to the younger girl, ruffling her hair.
"Hiya, Sandy," Danielle greeted and Sandy returned the greeting with a smile.
Lobo approached Bob and Francis approached Bunshichi. The men exchanged glares but shook hands. No doubt Bunshichi respected Francis who'd beaten him at arm wrestling weeks before and Bob appreciated Lobo's love and opinion of his coffee. Despite being Fangires and Slayers, there was no animosity.
Seeing the exchange made the two Riders' expression soften a little, though they didn't like each other still. "So, you came too," Devlin said.
"Yes, I did," Tamashii replied.
"Let me guess: you got a letter telling you to come here."
"That I did."
The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Thankfully, someone came to break the tension.
"I'm glad the two of you came," a young man, not older than 18, said. He shared many of the same physical features that Devlin had, but his hair was a darker shade and his skin was a little paler. He wore sunglasses. His hair was shoulder length and his bangs covered his forehead. He wore a purple turtleneck, black pants, a black trench coat, leather shoes and gloves. Devlin knew this individual well.
"Onii-sama!" Devlin exclaimed as he ran forward to his elder brother. The two Amakusa siblings shook hands and hugged. When they separated, Devlin asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to welcome you all to Metropolis. Father's orders," Ichijyo, Devlin's brother, said. Devlin frowned. Tamashii's Ryuugan had activated and he found something peculiar about Ichijyo. The older boy had a mixture of dark and light aura. It looked like both auras were balanced. Strange.
"Welcome, everyone, to Metropolis," Ichijyo greeted. "And it's good to see you too, Walter and Miriam." He smiled, which surprised the two. They'd never seen him smile like that for a long time. Ichijyo then approached them and hugged Miriam, who'd been his nanny as well. He also hugged Walter, who'd acted as a father figure to him a long while back. He looked at the assembled group, "And I see some new faces."
"Um…who are you?" Richard asked. He knew he was Devlin's brother, but other than that, nothing.
"Well, where are my manners?" Ichijyo said before introducing himself, "I am Ichijyo Desmond Amakusa, CEO of Smart Brain Tokyo. You may call me Desmond if you like. And don't bother yourselves with introductions. I know who you all are." He pointed towards the exit. "There are two limousines outside waiting to take you to the hotel you'll be staying at. And don't bother to spend any of your own money." He took out several Smart Brain credit cards from his coat pocket, "Smart Brain will be paying for everything."
"Wow, sweet!" Bunshichi grinned. Gillian smiled as she saw the black and silver card.
"That's awfully generous," Tamashii said suspiciously.
"Well, call it welcoming gift," Ichijyo said. "Anyway, you two," he pointed to Devlin and Tamashii, "Are coming with me. We have important business to discuss."
Devlin knew why and Tamashii did too.
They were going to meet Ichiro Damien Amakusa, the President, Head and Owner of Smart Brain Corporation itself.
The limo ride for Ichijyo, his brother, and Tamashii was deathly quiet. Ichijyo was never one for conversation while Devlin and Tamashii were determined not to talk to each other. Ichijyo silently observed the pair before smirking.
"You now," he smiled. "You both remind me of myself and a friend of mine. We would fight often. He is an idealist while I was a realist."
"You mean you and Leo?" asked Devlin.
Ichijyo nodded, "You, little brother, are much like an idealist. You see the good in all things, even the Fangires if what I was told about Mr. Oliver was true."
Devlin flinched and looked to his brother, "Does father know what happened?"
"He does," Ichijyo nodded. "He was…not pleased, when he heard the news. He all but vanished from radar when he heard. Mr. Oliver must have been an old friend."
"They crafted a violin much like the Blood Rose, called the Black Star," Devlin explained. "It suppressed his Fangire cravings."
Tamashii glanced at the brothers. He hadn't heard that part before. There was something that suppressed the Fangire cravings for life force? Was such a thing possible?
"I see," Ichijyo nodded. "The magic in it must have been wearing thin then. If he had seen father, myself, or Megami, we might have been able to recharge it."
"I don't really take after the more magical parts of our family," Devlin sighed. "Otherwise I might have been able to sense it."
"Still, the past is the past. All we can do is to remember the fallen fondly," Ichijyo replied. He was silent for a moment before he turned to Tamashii. "As for you, Mr. Akashi, after our father has a word with you, I would like to run some tests on your Slayer system."
"And why is that?" Tamashii asked stiffly.
"Because you seem capable of using it without any negative effects," Ichijyo answered. "The last prototype of the Slayer System nearly killed the test subject."
"What?" Tamashii blinked.
"We found out that even with Burst Mode to bleed off extra power, there was still too much for the human body to bear," Ichijyo explained. "It shifts everything into overdrive and burns the body out if it is used for too long. I want to know if there is anything different about your system when compared to the current prototype."
Tamashii looked at the boy sitting across from him suspiciously. Tamashii knew he was different from normal humans. Despite his youthful appearance, he was centuries old.
"Well, I can say what's so different about Akashi," Devlin said. "The Nameless." Tamashii cast Devlin a glare.
"The Nameless, you say?" Ichijyo replied in light of this revelation. "Interesting." Maybe their father knew about Tamashii's unique physiology beforehand. This might require some looking into.
Fangula flew out of Devlin's bag, "Do you mind? That was stuffy!" He then turned to look at Ichijyo and gulped. "Oh, it's you."
"Hello, Fangula," Ichijyo greeted.
Tamashii blinked, "You know each other?"
"Yes," Ichijyo admitted.
"Are you still mad at me about that?" Fangula asked.
"Yes, I am, and I promised Raven that the next time I say you I was going to make you pay," Ichijyo threatened. The sealed vampire dove back into Devlin's bag and zipped it up.
The rest of the group had arrived at the local Hilton Hotel, and given suites to stay in. Danielle remembered fondly when she would sleep in soft bed in hotel suite during the summer she'd met Devlin and spent with him. She blushed, remembered one time when they'd shared a bed. They only cuddled, but Miriam had gotten a different idea and gave both of them 'The Talk', which had been awkward.
"Wow," Sandy said, amazed, "This is awesome."
"Sure is, kiddo," Bunshichi smiled. "I just can't wait to hit the buffet table."
"You're not the only one," Richard said in agreement.
Lobos scoffed, "Well, let's just hope they have a really good selection of coffee."
"You do know too much of that stuff is bad for you, right?" Seras questioned but was met with a silent stare. "Oh, right. I forgot." She had momentarily forgotten that three of their numbers were Fangires. They acted really human. If she hadn't been told she might've still mistaken them for humans. Meeting the Fangire Trio had changed many of her beliefs about Fangires. The other Slayers too were starting to realize that maybe not ALL Fangires were bad, thought Tamashii'd had very bad experience with similar beings for centuries. It still surprised them that their leader had been keeping something from them.
"Come on!" Gillian spoke up, smiling, "We're in Metropolis! Why don't we hit the mall and shop till we drop!" Francis shook his head.
"A little self control, Gillian," he reminded. Gillian pouted.
"Oh, come on, Frankie," Gillian begged, "We won't spend too much, and the kid here needs new clothes." She was talking about Sandy.
"Who? Me?" Sandy asked.
"You'll be starting school after summer, so you need new clothes to make a good impression," Gillian pointed out. "Junior High isn't so different from High School!"
"She's right," Chiaki agreed, "And maybe we can all get something."
"Well, it wouldn't hurt," Danielle grinned, "Sides, Dev's brother did say that Smart Brain is paying for everything."
The girls exchanged grins.
"Great, we may end up carrying bags," Richard groaned. "Maybe we'll have time to check out the suites."
"So, boys in one and girls in the other?" Bunshichi asked. "Or Co-Ed?"
"Let's just check the rooms first," Lobo said. "I really need a coffee."
"And maybe see if the gym is adequate," Francis said.
"Oh, that reminds me!" Gillian spoke up, "We could go to the spa and get pampered."
Miriam and Walter, as the oldest, were in charge of looking after the young ones, though they were actually worried. Devlin's relationship with his father was still quite shaky, despite putting on a pleasant smile in the presence of his father. They both knew why Devlin didn't want to be like his father. He'd heard told about his father's past and frankly, he wanted nothing to do with it and the legacy which had been left behind.
They just hope they didn't try to kill each other.
The limo arrived at Smart Brain's Metropolis branch. Like LexCorp, it was a company which manufactured technology, though not for military purposes. It made products for the everyday person. They even made cars and those branches were named Smart Motors.
Of course, Smart Brain also functioned as a secret organization linked to The Order. They had an army of operatives, working towards fighting evil and the peace of the world. It'd been started by Ichiro Damien Amakusa several decades ago.
The three boys exited the car and headed towards the front entrance, which slid open. The receptionist, upon seeing Ichijyo, stood up. She knew him well and knew what they were all here for.
"Top floor," the receptionist informed.
"Thank you, Ms, Withers," Ichijyo said before the three of them went into the elevator. They entered. Ichijyo pressed the button that would bring them to the top floor.
In the small elevator, Tamashii and Devlin were trying to not make any physical contact. Ichijyo frowned. This was something that would need to be rectified if either of them were going to work together. There was a reason why Devlin was Fang and Tamashii was Slayer and their father was going to explain to them. Hopefully, it would be before Devlin and Tamashii killed each other. It was going to be a long elevator ride since the top floor was the 40th floor.
The elevator gave a final ding before opening. In front of the three boys was a single hallway that led towards twin dark doors. It was in the usual streamline fashion that Metropolis was known for, but there was a gothic feel with the black materials that was making up the walls.
Tamashii felt uncomfortable. The dark energy he was feeling almost made him want to choke on his tongue. He didn't think it was possible for anything to be at this level of power. And this was just his residual aura!
"Father is waiting," Ichijyo commented as he and Devlin began walking. Tamashii reluctantly followed, but didn't let his fear show.
The three boys walked up to the obsidian doors that were in front of them before Ichijyo pushed them open. The doors made no noise as the boys stepped inside.
The office itself was decorated with various sculptures and artwork from various eras of mankind's history. Many of them depicted angels, demons, or some kind of arcane ritual or being. It sent shivered down the Slayer's spine. In the middle of the office was a glass top desk with some pictures in frames and a laptop in the front. A leather chair was turned towards the large window that looked over Metropolis and right at the LexCorp and Daily Planet buildings.
"We're here, father," Ichijyo announced.
The chair swiveled around and revealed a man who looked to be in the prime of his life. He was wearing a blue business suit that was almost black in its shade. His hair was tied back in a ponytail and was a deep shade of blue. He wore a pair of glasses on his face and his eyes burned red like coal.
This was the head of the Akuma clan, Ichiro Damien Amakusa-Akuma.
"Thank you, Ichijyo," Ichiro nodded. He sat straight and looked to his second son and guest, "Mr. Akashi, Kyochiro, it's good to see you both again. I just wish it was under better circumstances."
"And what circumstances are those, father?" asked Devlin.
"My first is the resent actions of Mr. Akashi and his use of the Slayer system," Ichiro answered as he cast a piercing gaze at the Slayer. Tamashii felt like if he moved he would be killed on sight. Mitsuomi had nothing on this guy!
"What would those be?" Tamashii finally managed to ask.
Ichiro's eyes narrowed, "The first is that you have attempted to kill my son on one occasion, taking his eye in the process. The second is the murder of a friend of mine that you have claimed responsibility for."
"I was just doing what I thought was right," Tamashii tried to defend himself. "I thought they were threats and I reacted."
"No! You just wanted to destroy them for what you perceived them as!" Ichiro growled, raising his voice slightly. He may have been a reserved individual, but he loved his children and held his friends close. "Not once has Kyoichiro proved to be a threat and you still attempted to destroy him just because of his heritage! Second, you destroyed Mr. Oliver despite hearing his circumstances! You didn't listen at all!"
Ichiro stood up and leaned over his desk, glaring at Tamashii, "I gave you the Slayer system because I thought you could utilize it properly for its function; to keep Fangires from killing people! I did not give it and funding to you so you can go on your merry little genocide run!"
Tamashii felt the pressure from before returning full force. He thought he might start shivering soon. Ichijyo just kept quiet, keeping out of the chewing out. Devlin contented himself in seeing Tamashii being humbled by his father.
"What you fail to realize is that there is no species in existence that is all evil," Ichiro continued. "The only pure good is God while the pure evil is the Devil. Everything else is in shades of gray. Surely you know of fallen angels."
Tamashii was effectively cowed by the older man. He would have a big story to tell later and a lot to think about. Tamashii actually felt something within him stirring. He was excited! Deep down he wanted to fight him. How could this be possible?
"May I ask for one request?" Tamashii asked.
"What is it?" Ichiro responded.
"The half-Fangire girl-" Tamashii began.
"Fandiri," Ichiro corrected.
"Right, the Fandiri girl, Sandy," Tamashii paused, "I'd like to legally adopt her."
This request shocked Devlin and he was quick to object, "No! You cannot! I won't allow it!"
"And why is that?" Ichiro asked, wanting to know the reasons behind his son's objection.
"Well, because their home, the Café Mal d'Amour is not safe," Devlin explained. "They were attacked by a Fangire searching for her and who knows how many may come for her. Fang Manor has tighter security, and there are those who can help her understand her heritage."
"I don't want her to know about that," Tamashii retorted.
"It's a part of her, Akashi! You can't deny her the knowledge!" Devlin shot back.
"Watch me!"
"Enough!" Ichiro roared, causing both Riders to go silent. "I'll decide what to do with the girl. Now, please leave my office," Ichiro frowned. "If I hear one word about you using the Slayer system in your quest for genocide again, I will have it revoked and given to someone who can use it properly."
Tamashii nodded silently and went towards the doors. Devlin and Ichijyo were about to follow him before Ichiro spoke up again.
"You stay, Kyoichiro," he spoke. "There is still something I need to talk to you about."
Devlin nodded and waited as Ichijyo took Tamashii out of the room. Everything was silent as the doors closed. When they were firmly shut, Ichiro stood up and walked around his desk so he could face his youngest son.
"It's nice to see you again, Kyochiro," Ichiro spoke.
"It has been a while I suppose," Devlin nodded. "How goes business anyway?"
"It has been calm for a change," Ichiro replied. "Superman has been dealing with things here, the Titans take care of Jump City, and Ichijyo has been watching things in Japan. Everywhere else has been quiet. What about you? I've only heard about your fights."
"I am doing well," Devlin nodded. "Danielle and I are still close and school has been good. I've managed to get some work with Seras' modeling jobs and I might be commissioned for more."
"Your mother will be happy to hear you are well," Ichiro nodded. "You know, she does miss you something fierce. She would love to hear from you."
"I admit that I haven't made contact with family as often as I should," Devlin sighed. "Of course between Fangires and…our last talk, I haven't made the attempt."
Ichiro recalled that argument. It had been after Devlin had dropped out of the Deathtron academy. Ichiro had enrolled both his sons there because he felt that the lessons would prepare them for the world they lived in both physically and emotionally. Of course, while Ichijyo quickly became the top of his class, Devlin floundered before dropping out. To say the least, Ichiro had been terribly disappointed to hear about it.
When Devlin returned, Ichiro had demanded an explanation why he was having trouble. Devlin immediately said that the academy was filled with bloodthirsty warmongers who should be wiped out for the safety of the universe. He had heard about Ichiro's legend there and was sickened by the pain and misery that they had made in their time. Devlin wanted no part of the Deathtron heritage in his family. Ichiro argued that it was necessary to help prepare his sons for the harshness of reality. Devlin snapped back saying that going there kills the soul. The resulting argument sent both Amakusa men fuming away from each other. His wife Keiko tried to calm their nerves, but Ichiro hadn't been in the mood while Devlin packed up and left, saying he didn't want anything to do with the Deathtrons and staying in the house would mean Ichiro would constantly force that part of his heritage on him. Needless to say, Keiko had been inconsolable for a while.
"So," Devlin spoke, catching Ichiro's attention. "What is it you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, put simply I have been reviewing your past battles," Ichiro commented as he leaned on his desk. "I personally feel that while you do need more training, you have a lot of potential as Fang."
"Well, thank you for the compliment," Devlin nodded. "Although, I feel you have something more to say."
"You would be right," Ichiro nodded. He stood back up and faced his son. "What I wish to do is offer you a position as one of Smart Brain's operatives."
Devlin blinked at the offer. He hadn't been expecting such a blatant offer like this. His brother and sister were operatives in their own right for the company and were some of the top members next to Ryuki and Takada. Still, Devlin already knew what he was going to say.
"While the offer is flattering," Devlin sighed. "I will have to respectfully decline."
Ichiro blinked, "Pardon? Kyoichiro, do you know how rare an opening for an agent is? I honestly feel that this would be a great opportunity for you to develop your abilities as Fang. If you decline now I don't think I can get another opening for you, even if I own the company."
"I realize the prestige and honor that go with the position, but I still do not want it," Devlin answered. "You know that I do not want a position in Smart Brain."
"I know that much, but I do not know why," Ichiro nodded. He knew his youngest did not truly desire a position in the company, but he assumed that Devlin would see the kind of opportunities having such a position would bring, even if he wouldn't have it forever if he didn't want to.
"It is because it would bring me in contact with Deathtron technology," Devlin answered. "I would have thought that after our last argument you would have known that."
"Kyoichiro" Ichiro sighed. "It's one thing to hate the Deathtrons, but it seems a little irrational to hate their technology."
"Perhaps, but I refuse to use technology that was used to bring so much suffering and death to billions," Devlin shrugged.
"So you refuse yourself this opportunity just because there is Deathtron technology involved?" Ichiro frowned. He just couldn't understand why his son was fighting this. Megami didn't mind and Ichijyo was quick to catch on. Just what was Devlin so against? He said it was because of the deeds the Deathtrons committed, but that couldn't be it, could it?
"If there is nothing else to be said, then I shall take my leave," Devlin said. He turned to leave.
"Wait," his father said and Devlin stopped in mid step. "There is one thing we need to discuss." Devlin turned around to face his father. "You have fought alongside Mr. Akashi, haven't you?"
"We have, but only due to the circumstance," Devlin admitted, "I do not particularly like him."
"Well, Kyoichiro, back in the day there was this one boy who was also in love with your mother and hated me. Every now and then he would challenge me to a fight so he could claim her. I always won, but then we ended up having to work together. You know why, right?"
"No, but I think you're going to tell me."
"It was to save your mother from danger," Ichiro answered. "You see, even the worst of enemies can become the best of allies when they have a common goal."
Tamashii walked behind Ichijyo, following the middle child of the Amakusa family. He then asked, "So, you really are Amakusa's brother?"
"If you're referring to my brother, Kyoichiro, then yes, I am," Ichijyo said without turning his head to look at the other young man.
"Oh, well," Tamashii said. He'd managed to calm down once walking out of the office. The dark energy in there nearly drowned him. "Well, just a question: are you angry at me for what I did to your brother?"
"You need not ask such a question," Ichijyo said, "If you were in my shoes, how would you react?"
Tamashii knew he'd go ballistic.
"I wouldn't worry though," Ichijyo continued. "Otouto seems to have put it behind him and he told me about your past so I can see why your are the way you are now. Of course, don't expect mercy if you run into my mother or older sister. They love him very much and are very emotional. They will not hesitate to teach you a lesson for what you tried to do."
"So, where are you taking me?" Tamashii asked , changing the subject. Facing the females of the Amakusa family did not seem to be like a good idea at the moment. He just couldn't deal with angry women…
"As I said before, to run some tests. Don't worry, they aren't fatal."
Fangula made his appearance by flying out of Devlin's bag. The sealed vampires saw Ichiro and greeted, "Greetings!"
"Same to you, Fangula," Ichiro nodded.
Devlin spoke, "He told me you sent him to me, along with the Blood Rose. Why? Was it an attempt to make me an operative by seeing how I would fair with such power?"
"Yes, there was that, and also because the Fangires are converging in Amity Park. Even though I've heard good things about its current protectors, I do not believe they can handle the Fangires."
"Well, if Valerie and Ryan hadn't left, maybe they'd stand a chance," Devlin retorted.
"Mr. Grey requested personally to be transferred to Smart Laboratories, which is located here in Metropolis. He also did it to keep his daughter away from ghosts," Ichiro said. "You may be able to see her."
"I don't doubt that," Devlin crossed his arms. "So, are we done here?"
Ichiro sighed, "Yes, you may go." Devlin turned to leave, "You must understand that all I did was what I thought was best for you."
"Well, I'm sorry that your best wasn't good enough," Devlin spoke icily before leaving.
At the mall, Valerie Grey was hanging out alone. She preferred it that way. Ever since she'd moved to Metropolis, she hadn't made any new friends. She was the new girl and well not many wanted anything to do with her. There weren't even any ghost attacks in Metropolis and even if they were, they were not very common and Superman handled most of the emergencies so the Red Huntress was not needed here.
If only she hadn't have to leave. She missed all her friends, Danny and Danielle especially. The ghost boy had been someone she really liked, even if she was determined to destroy him for a very long time and Danielle became like a sister to her. She wished she could see them again but what were the chances?
"Valerie!"
Valerie looked up. She knew that voice anyway. She looked towards the direction of the voice and her eyes widened. Her mouth curled into a smile as she saw someone running towards her before glomping her.
"Danielle!" Valerie smiled as she held the female halfa in her arms. "What are you doing here?"
Before Danielle could answer, Richard came after with heavy bags in each hand, "Danni, don't run so fast!"
"Sorry, Ratchet," Danielle apologized. Valerie blinked. She then saw two more strange boys and three girls, one of them being the famous teen model Seras McDowell. Luckily, she was incognito, wearing a cap and sunglasses to hide her face.
"Um…introductions?" Valerie asked.
"Oh, sorry, Val," Danielle blushed, embarrassed, "Well, these are Gillian, Chiaki, Sandy, Bob, Bunshichi, Richard and Seras."
Pleasantries were exchanged in the group.
"Guys, this is Valerie, one of Team Phantom's members," Danielle spoke proudly. Valerie gasped in shock. How could Danielle tell them that?
"Danielle!" Valerie exclaimed in a warning tone.
"Relax, they all know about me and Danny," Danielle stated. Valerie blinked. Wow, how long had she been away? "So, what's new with you?"
"Not much," Valerie shrugged. "New school, no friends, and nothing to do."
Seras frowned, "No friends?"
"Hey, I'm not exactly Miss Popular anymore," Valerie shrugged, "And I want friends, real friends, for being me, not because my dad is rich." She'd changed and matured a lot. "So, how are things in Amity Park?"
Danielle answered, "Well, remember Devlin?" Valerie nodded. "Well, what happened is…"
Devlin walked into the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. Fangula sat on his partner's shoulder as he waited for the doors to close.
"Your relationship with your father is just as bad as ever it seems," Fangula observed.
"That was actually civil," Devlin sighed. "At least we can do that these days."
"So you turned down a position which would allow us to keep a better eye on Fangires because you don't want to be connected with these Deathtrons?" asked Fangula.
"The Deathtrons used to be an empire which spanned the galaxy and destroyed countless worlds in their conquest," Devlin explained. "They believed that everything was created for them to control. They have mellowed out after their war with the Sabretrons, but they still train to fight and destroy without mercy or consideration."
"Hmm. That seems to be the anti-thesis to you," Fangula nodded. "I see your reluctance to have anything to do with them."
"I'm glad someone does," Devlin sighed. "Ichijyo said I was cheating myself out of a lot of abilities while Megami tried to convince me I could help a lot of people if I had their help. Father said it was like tradition to go to the academy. Mother was the only one who didn't try to get me to change my mind."
"And yet you are bitter to your father and not your siblings?" asked Fangula.
"I do not blame onii-sama or onee-sama because I know they wouldn't hurt people like the Deathtrons do," Devlin explained. "Onii-sama thrives in dark conditions and Deathtron training suits him. Onee-san would do just about anything to help others. It comes from Mother's side. I blame father because he saw first hand the kind of suffering the Deathtrons brought and he still tries to force that part of our heritage down on us."
"And you don't want that?" Fangula asked.
Devlin sighed, "I don't want this legacy of death and destruction, even if it is a part of me."
"But your father has done good, right?" Fangula asked. "He now uses his company to help instead of harm."
"Be that as it may, it doesn't change the fact that he'd destroyed all those lives."
Fangula sighed. It would appear that his partner was adamant with his decision.
Tamashii was being led by Ichijyo towards the Research and Development department which focused on creating and testing new products. The Rider systems were no different. They arrived at the door and Ichijyo removed his ID card. He swiped the card through the access panel, keyed in the access code, a red beam scanned his retina and removed his glove so a panel could scan his palm. Some hair was also removed for a DNA scan to confirm his identity.
"Pretty heavy security you got here," Tamashii said.
"If you see what we have here, you'll know why," Ichijyo replied as the steel door's locks clicked and it opened. Tamashii stayed close. He'd seen the cameras being focused on him and what he could see was that the cameras were equipped with motion detectors and lasers for any intruders.
Tamashii saw engineers, technicians, researchers and many other scientists in different fields hard at work, developing technology that would benefit mankind, or be used by Smart Brain's operatives on the field. "Many of our branches have these facilities. It is not uncommon."
"So, are you trying to recruit me or something?" Tamashii asked.
"Well, it's not uncommon, but that's not my call to make. Recruitment decisions are made by my father."
"He holds a lot of power."
"More than you can imagine."
They reached a room where Tamashii would be going through the tests as well as the Slayer system. Inside were a heart and brainwave monitor as well as several exercise equipment. There was also an attractive blonde female scientist.
"Dr. Peterson here will monitor you while we run the tests. Now, remove your shirt," Ichijyo said. Tamashii did. Ichijyo eyes widened slightly when he noticed the variety of scars Tamashii had accumulated over the centuries. Ichijyo then handed Tamashii a headband. Ichijyo then slapped on a large red square on Tamashii's chest. "Those things are linked to the monitors, they will record your heart rate and brainwave pattern. We will then run tests while you use the Slayer system."
Dr. Peterson spoke, "Now, Mr. Akashi, please step on the treadmill."
For Tamashii Akashi, this was going to be a long day.
Back at the mall, the Danielle and Valerie hung out at a local fast food joint, having lunch. Then others had gone off to do more shopping, much to Bob, Bunshichi and Richard's chagrin.
"So, these Fangires aren't ghosts," Valerie said, summing up what she'd been told. "You sure?"
"Positive," Danielle answered, "And only Devlin and this other guy can kill them."
"This other guy, Tamashii?" Valerie questioned. Danielle frowned.
"Yep."
"Because he has one of those belts Smart Brain made that can make a suit of armor?" Valerie inquired, being briefly reminded of the Red-X suit 2.0. She could see that Danielle didn't like talking about Tamashii. "You don't like this other guy, do you?"
"Well, he did try to kill Devlin for no reason," Danielle answered. "Long story."
"I got time."
Tamashii couldn't remember the last time that anyone paid so much attention to him in his long life. It was one physical test after another, trying to figure out his limits and trying to understand what kept the Slayer system from killing him like it almost did to the others.
Some of the others had taken his version of the Slayer system and began to examine it. It turned out that Smart Brain put recording devices in all their Rider systems that activated when the systems were put into use. Every time Tamashii used the Slayer system, the entire battle would be recorded along with his vital signs and other things.
The scientists looking at the system were apparently excited that someone managed to use Slayer without negative effects. They were going over his battles with a fine-toothed comb and made notes on everything. The hunter noticed that a few of the female scientists were giving him dirty looks after they saw his battles with Devlin. Apparently he was a popular figure along with his brother.
Valerie listened to the story and had a vivid reminder of the way she used to be before she realized the truth about Danny. Frankly speaking, she and Tamashii had a lot of common. They'd been initially motivated by vengeance to the point of unhealthy obsession, refusing to believe anything else saved for what they thought was right.
"Wow, that guy has issues," Valerie pointed out.
"Tell me about it," Danielle agreed. She took a sip of her drink. "I mean, I can understand him killing evil Fangires, but he actually suspects that Devlin might turn into an even bigger threat, all because he was half vampire. It's just so unfair."
"Yeah, it is," Valerie nodded, feeling guilty. Actually, there was also a reason why she'd left Amity Park with her dad. She felt that she couldn't work alongside Danny after hunting him for so long. Hunting him had been her drive but with that gone she felt that she had no more reason to go on being the Red Huntress. She only put on the suit and rode the board to hunt the other ghosts, but they weren't much of a challenge with Ryan and Danny's help. It just got too easy. At least with Danny she could have a good chase.
"So, anyway, I'm glad to see you again, Val," Danielle beamed.
"So am I, Danielle," Valerie smiled back.
"How was the meeting?" Walter asked as Devlin stepped into the hotel suite and threw himself onto the bed.
"It was bearable," Devlin responded, closing his eyes. He was tired from jet lag and arguing with his father. "Now I just want to sleep." He cracked his eye open, "Where's Miriam?"
"Getting a massage down in the spa," Walter said.
"Lobo?"
"Enjoying coffee at the café."
"Francis?"
"Gym."
"And the others?"
"The mall, shopping."
"Alright," Devlin closed his eyes again. He started to doze off. Fangula flapped towards Walter and landed on the man's shoulder.
"He had a fight with his father again, didn't he?" Walter asked.
"He did," Fangula replied.
"It pains me to see them fight like that."
Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location, several people converged into an arena like area. However, they were not people, merely demons in the guise of humans. All of the seats had been filled and in the centre of the arena was a round table where the leading figures of the Fangire race sat. They were all shrouded in shadows and were acting as the representatives of this meeting for their individual clans. The Flora Clan, the Aqua Clan, the Insect Clan, the Beast Clan, the Avian Clan and Reptile Clan were all gathered together. The identities of the leaders were all shrouded in mystery due to the darkness which concealed their features.
"My fellow Fangires," spoke the leader of the Reptile Clan, "Is in an honor to once again see you. This is indeed a momentous occasion."
"Get on with it," the leader of the Flora Clan said impatiently. "I have things to do." Judging from her voice, it was a female.
"Oh, wouldn't want to miss your beauty sleep!" mocked another Clan head, the leader of the Beast Clan. He had a deep voice and a large muscular silhouette.
There was a clicking noise as the leader of the Insect Clan, a man, spoke. "Please we are all friends here. Let us not come to blows."
"Yes, let's focus," the Aqua Clan's leader, also female, spoke.
The Avian Clan's leader placed his feet on the table, "Why are we even doing this? I mean, there are other things I'd rather be doing."
The Reptile Clan's leader cleared his throat, "Now, as we all know, we are the next step of vampire evolution and are superior than our nocturnal originals. Frankly, we should be ruling this world."
There were numerous shouts of agreement.
"However, the world is filled with more humans and these superhumans so we are unable to do anything at a large scale," he continued, "But, the threat to us is not in the form of spandex clad superheroes in capes. No." He then shouted out, "Our enemies are the Fang and Slayer!"
Tales of the Fang and Slayer had spread. Both were armored warriors who had killed a number of Fangires.
"They not only destroy us, but the disembodied souls of our fallen brethren are taken prisoner as well!" the Dragon Fangire continued, "Now, my fellow Clan leaders. In order to ensure our survival, the first step is to eliminate all opposition. We must destroy the Fang and Slayer!"
A large screen, a JumboTron, which was hanging above the arena came to life, showing the faces of Masked Rider Fang and Masked Rider Slayer. Not only that, it also showed all the Fangires present the Riders' human forms.
"Big words," the head of the Beast Clan growled. "However, just what do you plan to do about it?"
"A fair point," the head of the Flora Clan nodded. "Almost every Fangire that went against these two ended up destroyed."
"All except Mitsuomi and Isuzu," the head of the Reptile Clan reported.
"Oh please," the head of the Avian Clan sighed. "Those two are probably the oldest Fangires next to us. Even considering that, Isuzu was almost cut in half by Fang. I doubt Mitsuomi would have gotten out unscathed if he decided to continue his fight."
"And what about Fang?" spoke the head of the Insect Clan. "I am uncomfortable with his resemblance to a common face."
A few of the clan heads gave an uncomfortable grumble. They knew exactly what the insectoid Fangire was talking about.
"My seers have made comments about that," the head of the Aqua Clan admitted. "Two faces from a dark past will bring forth light to do battle with the Fangires."
"Surely you see us as the victors?" asked the Avian Clan head.
"I…have not," the Aqua Clan Head admitted. "The vision ended before any of us could see who came victorious."
Silence entered the room after that.
"This is exactly why we need to end the Fang and Slayer," the Reptile Clan Head spoke. "They are threats at the present already. Can we afford to sit by and let them become the end of us! We must destroy the Fang and Slayer!"
All the Fangires shouted out, "DESTROY THE FANG AND SLAYER! DESTROY THE FANG AND SLAYER! DESTROY THE FANG AND SLAYER!"
OK, now we know why Devlin and his father don't talk much. Now, all the Fangire Clans have the two Riders on their most wanted list. What are they going to do? BTW, the term Fandiri comes from EstiRose's own Kamen Rider Kiva fic: Boxed In.