Ragyo was not concerned with the rest of the world. Sure, she cared if the world was dressed in the fabric she weaved, but in the end, the world would only be fuel for her ambitions. Still, she couldn't help but wonder, after watching a piece of news.

"Nui, did you happen to go to the Smithsonian Museum?"

"Hai!" Nui Harime grinned. "I also went down to Disney World. They had a very catchy song in that boat ride. It's a small world after-"

Ragyo held up her hand. "Tell me, were you involved in a theft at the museum?"

"It's not like I was caught on camera." Nui admitted. "Don't worry, I won't steal any more."

"Of course you won't." Ragyo dismissed Nui and pondered on the crime. She wouldn't have to worry about Nui being linked to her or Nui betraying her, but why was Nui interested in an imcomplete set of armor and some Life Fi-

Ragyo's mouth twisted into a smile. "Well, this certainly is interesting."

Nui smiled as she inspected her latest work. Life Fibers invaded every nook and cranny within the cracks of the armor she just acquired. The armor's right gauntlet was missing, but in place, an arm had been crafted by hers truly, pronounced by claws and spikes. She wipe the last bit of dirt from the armor and gleamed with pride as it shone blue under the moonlight.

"Rise and shine, Azure Knight." Nui smiled. She still kept that smile five seconds later as the armor had pinned her against the wall, its claws gouging into her gut. "Now, it isn't nice to hurt the one who revived you, Mr. Nightmare."

Red fiber-infused eyes glowed at her. It then notices its arm, no longer the shade of red from blood and magic, but a darker shade that seemed to pulse unnaturally, even for him. Sadly, this observation cost him an arm as Nui had a purple blade in her hand. He stumbled back, but then noticed that not only was his arm still alive, but it attached back onto his shoulder. Had he been a man, it would have been fear. To him, this was an improvement.

In fact, he assumed that Nui had the same "magics" as he currently had since her wounds healed up. "Ah, so you're not just a puppet. I would have been disappointed if all you did was fight."

Nightmare did not rise to this bait. What sane person would bring back this unholy knight? The only person he knew without an ulterior motive or any misunderstanding had been...Tira?

"Well, I couldn't find your sword. It's too bad though; a weapon that grants so much power and can change shapes, I can't help but wonder if it is stronger than Life Fibers."

He did not know what Life Fibers were, but he assumed that was the name of his new body. Of course, he also noted how the room he was in was not wood or stone. So much time has passed for these houses to change, and he was certain it had been too long. No one who fought for the blade would have survived...

Oh, he was remembering now. Ghosts. Immortals. Beings cursed into immortality and sealed away by the gods. If he wanted to grasp Soul Edge once more, he would find these survivors.

Nui seemed to understand what he was thinking. "Oh, you know who has them? Great! We can travel together! Well, not as date, but you know..."

((Nightmare is my favorite fighter. Nui might be my favorite character. The shipping is unholy.))