DSM 3

Welcome back ladies and bro's, its wizard to see you all again.

So a suggestion for a harem was thrown to me, apparently the first of the Dark Souls Crossover stories, if you can give a legitimate reason to make said harem I'm all ears.

Let me reiterate, if Gwyndolin is paired it will be a she, sorry I just refuse to it any other way.

I've decided I want an animal companion. So throw out the suggestions, I kinda wanna go with an avian of some kind, Crows could make a whole sub-plot about some link to Velka, Goddess of Sin. Plus if it can fly it's a lot easier to keep it alive, if it were say a dog or something it'd be stomped by the first thing bigger than a human. But if someone can give a decent enough reason I'll consider it.

Pricilla – 4
Ciaran – 2
Quelaag – 3
Anastasia of Astora (Firelink Firekeeper) – 1
Quelana (Fair Lady) – 1

As of 26/05/14

No surprise everyone wants that tail action ;).

By the way just ignore the stats I put on chapter one, I was going to do something with them but decided against it.

Start.

Undead Burg

Menma stared into the bonfire he'd lit, sitting with his legs propped slightly as to rest his elbows on them and hunch forward, looking directly into the low burning flickering flames, his eyes shifted from the flame to his hand, pulling off the nearly-ruined black glove he had on revealed fair skin, no longer the corpselike appearance it once was, it looked healthy.

He smiled at the sight, if he had a mirror he'd probably be fussing over his hair in a second, one can only let oneself look like a dingy rat for so long. But he was content at the moment, just to feel the scraps of chakra re-entering his system, the familiar warmth in his stomach as Fire Chakra began to form, the tingle in his fingers at the familiarity of Lightning.

He'd used flames and electrical currents so many times it was almost like breathing, using them to enhance his fighting style, quicken his movement and the ever fun, setting people on fire.

Menma pulled his glove back on, he hadn't encountered anyone besides a few corpses and that one 'Invader' as of yet, it disappointed him a slight he would have hoped to meet more than Cpt. Mope-a-lot at Firelink but then again he was in a brand new place, he only just started on his little crusade to ring a pair of bells and find out some random shit to do with almost-dead people.

Not that he minded, he needed something to get his mind off going home. It more than likely wasn't possible. Crossing the bridges between words seems a little harder than saying 'Kamui' and off you pop. Damn Sharingan and its endless uses.

Menma stood up and dusted himself off, a small glow passed over the pouch on his hip; opening it curiously he saw that all of his Estus Flasks had been filled mysteriously.

"How incredibly curious…" He murmured interestedly. Dropping the flap back down he left the room, only to stare in awe at the sight that all those he'd slain on the way here had somehow popped back up, in exactly the same places they were before, stepping back into the little ruined tower he was in he took a moment to himself.

Looking around the room he saw a ladder, though it was hooked up a bit to half height, taking a few steps back he ran at the wall, his foot connected and he used what little chakra he'd gathered as a stepping stone and jumped once more grabbing the ladder, his body weight was enough to brake the hook, sending him and the ladder sailing downwards.

The noise however didn't work in his favour, the low growling noises of the hollows outside grew as several began towards him. Pulling Oscar from its sheath Menma dashed outside, slashing vertically at the first, sending its rapidly crumbling remains off the side, souls shooting into his Sign. Rolling forward he avoided behind hit with a crossbow bolt, as he ended his roll he thrust his blade, impaling the crossbowmen in the abdomen.

A painful sting ripped through his shoulder as a hollow's rusted blade dug into his skin, growling Menma spun lowly kicking it off its feet and staking his blade through its skull; the wound clotted rather rapidly but did not heal. Menma sighed and tried moving his shoulder, it could be done but the constant jarring pain that came with it was not something he needed in the heat of battle.

A hollow was breaking its way through barricades to try and get at him, Menma quickly whipped out a bottle of Estus and took a swig from it, the healing properties instantly mending the wound, though unfortunately not his raggedy cloak.

"I really need to get some armour at some point…" He made a mental note to do just that, looking across the way he saw two spear and shield wielding hollows they bore their metal protection high, blocking out almost all chances of a strike, Menma darted forward, rolled forward in between them and rapidly spun around, sweep kicking them both on their respective asses. Diving his blade into the head of one and punting the other off the side Menma smirked the ashen dust floated through the air as the hollows dispersed.

"Seriously, what is that stuff. Why does this world have no blood in it when I stab things?" That was half the fun of stabbing things, without the blood there was nothing to show your effort.

"There might possibly be something very wrong with me…" Thought the Uzumaki aloud. Sheathing his sword and rubbing his chin in thought. His fingers were met with a familiar roughness. "I really need to shave."

Later…

The undead merchant, was strange. Very strange. So strange in fact that Menma actually paused a few moments before killing the man for his katana, why would he do such a thing? Because fuck everyone else that's why. Survival of the fittest. That and the man kept rambling about 'Yulia' he felt obligated to put him out of his misery, the man was so close to hollowing it was ridiculous, clumps of skin had already started falling off.

So the 'Uchigatana' was now his. The ever helpful orange text explained a tidbit about the weapon, apparently it causes bleeding easier, Menma wanted to comment to the orange text that thus far nothing has bled, but it ignored him.

So with katana strapped to his waist and Oscar on his back Menma set off, but not before looting the dead. A Residence Key, Bottomless Box, short-bow and 300 arrows later he was actually setting off. The box housed all of the collected items he'd found thus far and in turn fit snugly into one of the few storage seals he had left, on his right forearm.

Menma explored quite a lot, rummaging here and there, slaughtering his way through various segments of the Burg with ease, it was quite exhilarating to feel the familiar grip of a katana in his hands once more, and forming a dance of flashing silver and ashen mist was no doubt quite the sight.

He bore both of his blades in such a devastating fashion; he came at a crossroads when…

He encountered a 'Black Knight'.

The taller than most man was donned in strong yet light looking charred armour, it conformed to the body and had nary any protrusions save those around the collar that struck up defiantly to the rest of the armour, and two more such protrusions atop the helmet, a Y shaped visor was all that allowed the person within vision, Menma saw nothing but a black abyss starring back at him, he did a quick once over of the area making sure no more hollows remained, he was marginally safer now without them.

He was free of hollows but that presented the challenge of fighting in such a small space. Quickly back-stepping he landed just out of range for the Knights swift stab to find purchase, Menma pulled down his hood and winked at the night before racing up the stairs, the metal clinking and clanking following him, Menma made a sharp right up another smaller flight of stairs, the knight clunking along, once more Menma made a sharp right and ran right off a small ledge slamming his foot into the side of the black knight's helmet forcing him to stumble.

Landing Menma slammed a fist into the beings right kidney, electricity arcing off his hands as it did so, the armoured creature flinched certainly but it seemed unbothered by the incursion. Righting itself and swinging its blade in a circle Menma made a split second decision and jumped over the strike, forcing all his weight onto the blade and stomping it out of the knight's hands, with a dual palm thrust he sent the knight back a few feet, enough for the metal man to skid back to the edge, where a long drop await him.

"Dead." Announced Menma as he drove his katana right through the gap in the helmet, the knight stilled completely for a few agonizing moments before he began crumbling into ash, Menma withdrew the blade and sheathed it in one fluid movement.

A golden orb of light remained; Menma raised a brow in confusion, kneeling down to touch it, the orb suddenly expanded rapidly, it stopped and formed the sword that Knight carried. Menma stared at the blade in confusion, but a realisation did hit him.

Everything he'd killed that wielded a weapon, it burst into the ash that hollows were known for, well hollows and everything else thus far but that's beside the point, the arms and armour vanished too, perhaps these golden orbs signified a possible 'drop' of some kind? It would seem so.

The blade would be unwieldy to others, but Menma found the blade quite easy to swing about, it was a rather straightforward blade, a charred, blackened colour much like the knights armour the middle of the blade had some kind pattern engraved onto it, though it could just be a trick of light and instead just be lines.

Menma gave the blade a few more experimental swings before nodding appreciatively, this was a fine weapon indeed.

End.

Sorry for shorter chap, but I just want to get this out.

I keep coming up with ideas that I can't use straight away, because If I just started skipping through all this stuff it'd make no sense, *Sadness* woe is me.

Raxychaz