It's A Taken World
Chapter Ten: It's Always The Kind Ones. (Mew-tated Repercussions)
Same key as normal... but a little extra.
*ACT- 'Battle' text.
*Tendo Home, Nerima*
This is the daily life of Kasumi Tendo, Housekeeper, kind Sister...
And deadly assassin... not that her family knew that.
She starts off waking up early, disguising the bags under her eyes with skilful makeup application, her day-to-day tasks leaving her rather left out with the necessity known as sleep. After that she gets started with cleaning up the house and dojo, both of which seem to collect clutter rather quickly, ranging from empty bottles of Sake to chunks of shattered cinder blocks.
As she placed the black rubbish bags outside for later removal she saw a small amount of movement in the corner of her eye. With a quick movement she pulled out a silenced pistol from her apron and took shots at the shrubbery she saw the movement from. A couple moments later a dull thud was heard, half a body coming out the bushes.
'Another? How many people really do come after her.' She sighed as she holstered the gun back into her apron and walked back inside to get one of her larger bags ("some of the cinder block pieces are much bigger and need a more heavy duty bag, Father." She told her father as she was ordering them online.)
That 'her' was Akane Tendo, the 'best martial artist in Nerima' and, though she doesn't know it, a user of the much rarer Mutated Poison Cooking, just like their mother.
Kasumi had no idea how the word spread in the criminal underworld about her sister's abilities, but as soon as they found out, so many people started trying to kidnap Akane she had to turn to someone she really didn't want to talk to.
Her mother's Ex-co-worker, Nodoka Saotome, who guided her in the ways of a Hitwoman in order to protect those who were looking for a new way of working higher in their criminal ways.
Mutated Poison Cooking is much stranger than regular Poison Cooking, as the foods can look almost normal instead of the sickly purple tint that the un-mutated users get, but also leaves much more stranger things prone to happen instead, like the creation of life, which had happened once with a large pot of rice which Akane had attempted to make while helping with breakfast, as literal maggot-like rice grains started to crawl out of the pot.
There was also another reason why it was sought after. The fact it can be turned off, which regular Poison Cooks cannot do.
Kasumi heaved the now bagged corpse with the other black bags, waving to the local waste disposal people as they picked everything up
'So glad they were corrupt, much easier to dispose of bodies when you can just leave it to others. Still don't know why they get up this early though.' The teen thought as the men tossed all of the bags into the disposal truck.
"Back to work..." Kasumi said to herself as she walked back inside, getting started with breakfast in her almost-new utensils.
Her day would now continue as usual, make lunch, clean the house more, make dinner. At night-time another kidnapper might try and make an attempt, only to fail before they reach the house and be stuffed in a bag, Kasumi having to call her personal disposal guy to get rid of them this time.
Sometimes she stood on the roof of the home while the others were asleep and thought about where her life was going, she was fifteen years old and had already killed, she had to leave school to take care of her Heartbroken father and younger sisters, who had problems of their own. Sometimes she wished that she could escape from this.
But she can't
She wouldn't do that to her family, so she must stay vigilant, she must cook and clean and take care of them like her mother cannot.
But none of them would know.
No-one would know.
At least not until later.
*January, Hogwarts*
Iris sat much calmer now, with the main month passed by her pink hair started to recede, she really had almost no control of herself during the previous December, including properly activating the marriage contract.
She didn't really mind though, it would end up well enough.
Her mind suddenly flickered elsewhere, remembering Christmas, a mostly uneventful time. The only strange thing was getting her Father's Cloak back... Now didn't that have some history.
'At least I know where the other two objects are, but one of them is a Horcrux, I'll have to ask Naruko to fix that later.' The Girl thought as she remembered herself getting a read on the objects, the amount of bloodshed in their past made her shiver in both disgust... and carefully hidden bloodlust.
'The rest of this year should run smoothly though, from what my reads were from the future.'
*Issei's house.*
Issei blushed madly, her previous happenings causing more problems now than her Mew-like mind had thought of.
Problem one: being the Familiar to a Devil. Easy to handle, they get quite a bit of freedom, but would cause problems after the truth comes out.
Problem two: Her body literally can't feel pain anymore; instead she feels pleasure in a very sexual manner... something an eleven year-old shouldn't really have to deal with. Heck, she shouldn't have found out about this a little later, but Naruko leaves around quite a few books in her house... some not for children, her parents did not help with this either.
Problem three: she now has a child to take care of... not a human child either
"Mana!" the creature cried happily.
'Maternal instincts of my Pokémon side too strong! Cuteness levels don't help either.'
"Manaphy!" The Water Legend cried as she snuggled tighter into Issei with her strange arms.
'She can't even grasp true Poke-speech yet! Those are just name cries.' Issei murmured in her head as she returned the Pokémon's loving snuggle.
Okay... so maybe that third 'problem' really isn't a problem.
Just sort of a... hard thing to hide from her parents.
Maybe... even though she was going to hate it... she should take a page out of Draige's book and get a little bit perverse.
Maybe a lot perverse, apparently that's what her parents think of as 'a boy your age should act'.
*Tsunami's House*
Tsunami shook her head intensely as her memory extraction caught up to her more human mind.
'Well... I know a lot about the mafia now, and how to use multiple weapons.' She thought as she mentally pushed the many people's memories down, the amount of backstabbing, murder and other things made her shiver.
She was certainly scarred for life a tiny bit. But now she had a job to do if it came to it.
Change the Mafia.
*Pokémon world, Naruko's House/lab/ranch thing*
Naruko stared at her assistant, who carried a large pile of Pokémon eggs in her arms, along with a very large blush on her face.
"Okay... let me get this straight. You were doing what I requested and was checking the Beedrill habitat in Viridian Forest, got taken by them, and when you came to after being knocked out by a sweet scent, you had a pile of these eggs near you..."
"And something inside me said 'take them, you made them'? Yes Ma'am." Grima finished.
'I get the feeling this is what Giratina did. And I want no thoughts on how those eggs were made.' Naruko thought as she watched the elf-eared woman stare at 'her eggs' lovingly.
The Professor sighed, cleaning her glasses absentmindedly.
"You can keep them all, just make sure whatever goes on with 'your children' goes on in your spare time, you are my assistant for a reason."
"Yes Ma'am," The innocent smile on Grima's face suddenly leaving as she watched her boss leave make her way to the door and open it, "Ma'am, where are you going?"
"I have to go talk to someone, you just keep working, alright?"
The door closed, a strange sound of air getting sliced through happening a few moments later.
*Distortion World*
"TINA" Naruko shouted out, the bended reality making the words echo all around her, yet made them silent at the same time.
The warped dragon appeared in a near instant, the plate-mask over her face opening as she spoke.
"So you found out what I added huh?"
"Yeah I did, my assistant carrying a pile of Weedle eggs gave me a huge clue."
"Yeah... I just wanted to try that, thought it would make things interesting."
Naruko's eyes twitched.
"Interesting? How can you be bored! You have an entire world of mirrors that shows the reflection of the other world in it, and with a mind that thought it would be a good idea to make a person FERTILE TO POKEMON, I'm sure the amount of mirrors found in bathrooms you would have the cure to your 'interest' from those!" Naruko ranted, making a slight amount of visible sweat start to fall from the golden mask on Giratina's face.
"You could have done it to something else, instead of giving you DNA with the extra strand inside it to me! You knew I was going to use it, I never would have asked otherwise! There is an infinite amount of parallel universes out there, you could have shoved it into a random girl and saw how it went... but no you decided to put it with someone who could easily get revenge..."
"What are you doing with those Master Balls?" Giratina said, watching as the woman pulled out the instant capture device.
Naruko didn't answer the question, and continued to rant as she tossed the two Master balls, which in her emotional state she infused with some of her energy that was filled with dark thoughts, Tina screeched slightly, before flying behind a mirror and opening it so the balls wouldn't get her.
As the mirror portal opened, large amounts of water slowly floated in, some falling like a waterfall while some of It also flew out like it was in space. The two Taken Master Balls flew directly in, hitting two shadows, which if they were actually were seen would be skeletons to someone's eyes. The capture devices somehow, tried to capture them... and succeeded. A few moments later the now red-glowing buttoned balls flew back through along with the water.
Giratina then noticed how large parts of her reality were getting flooded, and closed the mirror. Naruko, who had finally calmed down a little after throwing the balls watched as the washed passed in a now small island connecting stream. She grabbed them quickly, not wanting them to be wasted.
'Oh I hope these aren't some random fish Pokémon.' She thought, pocketing them for later findings.
"Well, have you finally calmed down?" Giratina said, moving the reflective portal away.
Naruko didn't say anything else to her, opening one of her portals and quickly stepping through.
'Didn't even say goodbye.' The Controller of Anti-Matter grumbled in their head, staring at the space the Professor/Mew-tated was in a few moments earlier. She looked around at the water that decided to fuse with the distorted world, making it slightly more lively.
'At least the new decorations look nice.'
*Naruko's Corral*
When Naruko left the portal she quickly pulled the shrunken Master Balls to full size, tossing them both out to bring the Pokémon within.
A few things happened differently, one being the basic arrangement of the Ball summoning the Pokémon was an ominous Black/Purple, the second was the feeling of slight dread and the world seeming to get a tad darker.
The last problem... was the two skeletal Pokémon that came out, both sets of bones seeming familiar to her.
'Aerodactyl and Kabutops?' The Woman thought, the feeling of dread growing slightly as she saw the Menacing yellow glow coming from within both abomination's eye sockets, they both let out a literal rattled screech, the evil glow in their eyes growing brighter the more time passed.
They both just stood there, like a structure you might see in a museum, the only thing negating the idea being their dark presence and eye glow.
'What have I done? What were these Pokémon like in life if they have a presence like this in death?'
Naruko aimed the empty Pokeballs at the two skeleton Fossil Pokémon, returning them before they became truly active. The darkened crimson return light hit both of them, the red glow encasing the Necromantic Pokémon for a few moments, bones falling to the ground as if their energy was the glue that kept it together. Eventually the bones were also returned.
'There is one thing that must be known... no-one can know of these creatures being alive.'
She took a look at the Master Balls, only just then noticing the sphere had completely blackened out, the quite vibrant red, white and purple seeming dead as the M signalling the ball's rank changed into something she hadn't seen in quite a while.
The symbol of the Taken King.
She ran inside her lab, pulling out a highly reinforced case she had been using to carry some Pokeballs for starter Pokémon and placed both 'Taken Balls' inside, sealing the case immediately and taking it to her personal safe. She placed the case inside, locking the Safe as soon as the containers were safely stored inside.
She looked outside, noting that the world had filled to the brim with life again, a faint smile reaching her face before it was quickly wiped away at a thought.
'Those were aimed at Tina! I threw those at a Poke god! What would have happened if they hit?'
Naruko opened up a portal again with a flourish, running inside it to go and apologise to Giratina... then tell Arceus what she had done.
Hopefully there wouldn't be too many problems when the 'I brought back to life two probably ancient and evil Pokémon by infusing them with more dark power, making literal embodiments of evil, now I have them locked away in a safe.' event was brought up.
*Eruko's house (Wow that idea just came out my head. Not to worry! They are pretty evil, but under Naruko's control, if they are seen at all they'll be on an insanely tight leash. Some of you probably worked out what those two actually were, two 'evil ancient fossil Pokémon who drowned.')*
Eruko enjoyed her new house guest, and new close friend. While Flowey was one of her closest friends he had some pretty low morals... like how he scared off their neighbours, postman and anyone else that walked by, He didn't do much, just moved from side to side mechanically, switching to his 'you idiot' look and gnashing his teeth.
Multiple postmen decided to quit. Their most recent one was a champ for lasting this far.
(Later she would ask him how he could handle that, only to receive a flash of a 'night guard' badge he was 'given' from the previous job and the fact he moved from America to Japan after almost losing his life, how he almost died he never explained, but the hate for 'animatronics' might have been a hint for something.)
But there was a slight problem...
Waking up wrapped up in silky smooth snake skin.
She was perfectly fine with it in the 'it's kinda cute and sexy' part of it, just the fact it stops her from breathing as much as usually needed was the problem.
"Miia... why do you keep doing this?" Eruko asked, while idly thinking how much pain medication she would need this time, her bones really couldn't handle the crushing force of the Lamia's tail.
"So... warm..." Miia murmured, tightening her grip around Eruko.
HP 35/40
'Ow...' Eruko thought as she noticed the health of her SOUL go down.
'Looks like I'll have to ACT...'
*Stroke
*You stroke Miia's weak point
*Miia's Defence is lowered!
*Spare
*You spared Miia (not really, this wasn't even a real fight.), 0 Exp and 0 Gold gained.
Eruko quickly shuffled out of the loosened grip as Miia caught her breath, quickly putting on some clothes and starting with breakfast.
Eggs... and lots of them.
The regular almost-daily visit from Smith came when most of the plates containing varied egg-cellent dishes were set up; Eruko lazily moved the fleshly brewed coffee (which she does not actually drink.) towards the co-ordinator, who poured the 'black wake-up juice' into a mug, taking a large gulp before placing it onto the table.
"So... do I have to remind you about the rules? I heard that you might have done something naughty with your house guest." She said after a few moments of silence.
"Nope."
"Okay. Just so you know, my boss called me a while back, wants to see how the whole thing is doing with their own eyes."
Eruko just hummed in acceptance.
She could handle whoever it was coming over.
... If she knew who was actually coming over though?
She probably would have said no.
*TEMSKIP... Temskip? Where did that come from... anyway... end of Hogwarts...*
Iris pretty much aced her tests, so did Daisy and Hermione. A replacement Dark Arts Teacher was hired temporarily for the rest of the year and for the exams themselves, a very basic man, but a good teacher nonetheless.
After that it was pretty relaxing.
Except for when Iris finally heard about the Cerberus, and asked herself 'Why is it there?'
A few hours later, she was in the possession of the Philosopher's Stone, which was also delivered to Naruko and replaced with a copy.
It wasn't worrying; it was going to be destroyed anyway under the orders of its creator, Nickolas Flamel.
You know what they say... one man's ultra powerful immortality crystal on its way to destruction is another woman's highly awesome experiment.
When the time came for the end of year feast, an utterly baffling event unfolded, the House Cup banners were in four sets of colours.
Iris was to blame for this, as certain recallings showed the point system's use by the teachers, and with a bit of inter-house teamwork of Iris, Daisy, and Daphne and a random Ravenclaw who they pressed all the right buttons for ("it is for an experiment" They told the older year Ravenclaw.) to match up the points.
It was a minor plan to cause chaos, which worked relatively well, because a couple of each house were spitting profanities that most eleven year olds hadn't heard before
Except for Iris, she heard them all... even a couple ancient tribal swear words, some that her tongue would have been cut off for saying.
She saw it happen to a tribesman who decided to spew the phrase to the chief.
Three children shared a familiar smile from their separate tables, watching as each house clapped to each-other, most of them doing it begrudgingly.
The train ride to London was a quiet job, with Iris, Daisy, Daphne and Hermione all sharing a compartment together (Iris once again climbing up into an overhead holder, she had a strange liking to the location.), they talked to each-other like regular girls, ate sweets that Iris pulled from her now reverted coat, just having a good time.
As soon as the children left the train when it arrived at the platform they saw their Parents/Guardian in Iris' hand and they all shared a hug with their respective carers. With a little small talk, exchanging of a phone number for anyone that had them, which turned out to be all four of them, even the Greengrass family had phones apparently as they liked to keep a little up to date with the 'muggle world'.
When Iris and Daisy got home, they spent as much time with their Aunt as possible, laughing over events that happened through their year, with the finish of the quad-house victory bringing tears to their eyes with laughter as they remembered it.
After a hectic year of mostly magic, it was nice to return to the basics. Even if the basics were a little unnatural now.
Here, have this little thing to blend together another game.
*Ancient, Mystery and Destruction, Summer Holidays*
Iris walked back into the shop, the familiar gruff top hat wearing salesman paying no attention to her.
He expected her to come back.
She went to the Book section, looking at the strange tomes, slightly disgusted when she recalled the history of some of them.
'Oh, that's human skin as the leather?' she thought idly looking at the strange tanned tome and then pulling her eyes away from it as another book caught her eye.
A dull white/blue, with a purple two pronged symbol on it.
She recalled the book's history, her silver tinted gaze sparkling with strange attraction.
'The Book of Claws' the book was titled, and only two existed but the other had different bindings. It was used in the art of creating demon servants... by sacrificing the body of another slowly and modifying the soul to a creature of heavy darkness.
She picked up the large tome, the claw marking on it glowing red as it activated.
Iris left the store with the book in hand and a relatively lighter money pouch (in a metaphorical sense, the pouch was weightless anyway.) , she couldn't really part with it now. It had bonded to her...
Yet it was not in control of her like it would have done to that of weak will... like it did to a Headmaster of an academy for troubled young ladies.
*Lafcadio Academy for Troubled Young Ladies (apparently it is also a summer school... for troubled young ladies.)*
Getting herself into the Academy was easy enough, enchant some fake paperwork to make her a 'bad girl from a rich family' and the Headmaster let her in easily, but since she was a 'new recruit' she would have to share a room with another girl.
And by a stroke of luck, she was sharing the room with the girl who the Headmaster had started corrupting, it was already visible, the slight purple going up her arms was slightly visible over the long gloves the black haired and black eyed girl was wearing to hide it.
Iris watched as the girl try to bury the Book of Claw the Headmaster had activated.
'That won't work; it will just make the nightmares different.' Iris thought as she hit atop a tree overhanging the book's recent burial point.
She had read her Book of Claw thoroughly, the book's power stopping her recalling ability from working correctly forcing her to read the tome itself, and not watch it from a Recalled point of view.
That night she flipped the Book of Claw open, and silently invaded the strange nightmare the girl was having in the form she would change to when the corruption would be completed, later on Iris saw the other book reappear, dripping with blood, she also felt that there was an attempted bind to her on it, which made her eyes twitch.
'That Headmaster tried to get the two of us going at the same time, which is why he let me share a room with her? Oh... if this girl doesn't take care of you first I'll deal with you instead.'
As the days went by, Iris watched as the girl's body started changing, but they were quickly hidden by gloves, long sleeved jumpers and more. She watched as she tried to rid of the book in multiple ways, wrapping chains around it and putting it into a river (the girl found herself in a nightmare of a drowned world), putting it into the basement's furnace (that night she found herself in the embodiment of hell) and eventually The Headmaster tried to finish the ritual, and moved the two of them to his ritual chamber.
Iris pretended to be asleep, and listened as the man chanted in an ancient language, she would strike soon if the other girl didn't wake up in time.
She did though, because as the ritual was almost complete the Headmaster received a claw sinking right into his chest, along with the now speared book.
The changed girls of the academy screeched in agony, making Iris' now open eyes widen.
'Their life force is sealed into the book when ritual gets finished! She literally just punched a hole into everyone's soul and now they are dying!' She thought, pulling out her own Book of Claw in an attempt to bind the corrupted girls' souls to her tome instead.
Iris began to chant in the familiar ancient ramble, and eventually the demon girls stopped screaming.
She had bound their souls into her tome, all except for one.
Iris watched as the girl reverted into a normal state, causing the Headmaster and his Book of Claw to fall to the ground without the girl's claws to hold them up.
The Sight wielder sighed, looking around and seeing the mass of unconscious girls in the room, and the punctured book.
She pulled out her Catalyst and let it glow with magic as all the unconscious bodies floated to their rooms. When she was all alone with the corpse and punctured tome, she picked it up and felt for whatever magic was left inside it.
A little juice for a final transformation.
'Well... the girl may not know it, but she deep inside her dreams, she enjoyed that rush of combat. I know what to do with this.'
The next morning, the girl woke up after her restful sleep, rubbing the remaining blur from her eyes. Looking at her bedside table she gasped in shock.
The book was still there, with two claw holes in it and a note.
*note*
Dear... you know I never got your name... that is weird...
Anyway, as you can see the book is still here, but you are back to normal.
Congratulations, with whatever power remained in the book from when you stabbed it (Nice shot by the way.) I completed the change.
You now have control over the transformation, and control over yourself. The book is nothing more than a book now, but with whatever abilities you have gained from it you can return to your nightmares. Continue training, something tells me that at some point you may need it.
Kind Regards
Iris, your roommate for this past week.
*end the note*
When the girl had finished reading she frowned and looked at her hand, willing the 'change'
In an instant the hand morphed into the forked claws again. She made a few familiar swipes before returning her hand back to normal.
As she smiled with a strange gleeful look, she packed away her clothes. And other worldly possessions into her suitcase, wrapping the ruined book into a scarf she had.
She was leaving that day, her family deciding to move her to a facility much closer to where they lived so they could keep an eye on her properly.
Over.
Iris Totally has an army of Demon Girls...
She totally bought that Academy too to house them.
Just another house of many...
Orbit.
Cya.