DSM 4

Recently I've bought Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate, so there may be possible parts of this story where my love for cutting up monsters and wearing them as armour bleeds through, I apologize ahead of time if you dislike the idea, I however find it badass and awesome as fuck.

I would just like to point out that when I said Menma was as tall as Ornstein, I meant his usual height, not Super-Powered, just to clarify. As a stray thought crossed my mind due to one of my earlier reviews calling him 'Giant' he isn't giant, just taller than pretty much every human, this will be explained as to why later.

ChronepsianWatcher: Holy fuck you genius. Reviews like that just make me smile almost all day, it's great to see how involved I can get someone into a world that I had a hand in creating, a small fragment of the original but still, I think you get what I mean. The 'solution' shall we say, to the Harem question actually makes quite a lot of sense, though I will admit I'm a little sad at how well you pointed out Ciaran's devotion to Artorias. I was getting used to the idea, but after reading your review I felt like kind of a dick for thinking about splitting one of the few visible relationships, one-sided or no, in Dark Souls.

The Butterfly is an awesome idea, when I read it I was like 'Mother of god…That's perfect'. So kudos to you sir or madam.

Majin21: Unfortunately Gwynevere isn't actually in the game, her illusion is, I have no idea as to where she and her husband buggered off too, but it isn't Lordran and especially not Anor Londo. So her bodacious bod' is out of reach. As I cannot for the life of me think of a reason for her to reappear in Anor Londo.

Apologies about the lack of Bottomless Box, my comp' crashed halfway through writing last chapter, so it would appear I forgot to add it in. Ma bad peeps. I'll throw it in some other time.

Start

Menma stood on a bridge, looking out across the spread of land before him, "This land is actually quite beautiful." Nodding to himself he closed his eyes and took a breath through his nose, taking in the scents of the wilds below.

The sound of rattling armour drew his attention, Menma sighed softly as he hoisted his new sword back up, looking up he saw a pair of hollow crossbowmen, reeling his arm back Menma threw his blade and smirked as it buried into chest of the first, running towards the wall once more Menma climbed directly up and jumped into the air, the hollow attempted to draw its blade only for a boot to collide with its head with enough force to send it toppling off the side, two crumbling towers at the end of this section of the bridge.

Menma saw something atop the next tower but couldn't make it out, he hummed softly and drew his blade from its metal and fleshy sheath, rolling his shoulder Menma let out a loud, sharp whistle, something seemed to be annoyed by it, the roar of a massive creature rocketed through the area, Menma stood atop his tower, wind blowing in perfect dramatic timing, fluttering his cloak, hood coming off revealing his abyssal hair once more, a massive form jumped from within the other tower, over the top and onto the bridge, Menma rose a brow at the sight, it was a humanoid creature with a bull-skull head, clutching in its hands was a large hammer-looking weapon, it really was rather odd-looking, like someone took a tree stump and stuck it to a staff, it had a light coating of blood the beast roared revealing its skull head was not in fact a helmet.

Its body was covered with rippling muscle and a light brown coating of fur, a bony tail swung from its backside, It ducked its head down and charged at Menma's position, weighing his options Menma narrowed his gaze in concentration, holding his black blade loftily out to his side and preparing for a jump the Uzumaki watched as the beast bashed its head against the aging tower as it did Menma leapt off the side and held his greatsword down lunging attack at the ready, the beast howled as the greatsword sunk into its flesh.

"Allow me to introduce you…To the Chidori!" Bellowed the Uzumaki, electricity suddenly just appeared around his hand, like it had been there the whole time, in less than a blink of an eye. Blue lightning poured of Menma's hand and ran down the shaft of his blade, in turn it began spreading across the beast's body and forcing it to its knees, Menma's normally red eyes glowed with an unquenchable electric blue pulse of unstoppable power.

Though his reserves were low, Menma felt he could perform his technique, and was correct, though it was a slight less powerful as it would have been should he rested a few more hours, but nevertheless it was quite devastating.

The Taurus Demon exploded into a shower of gore, Menma's eyes widened as he came down from his power-high, his feet padding onto the ground gently as he landed on the bridge, the sight of blood made a small smirk break out onto his face, a sadistic light of glee entering his eyes before vanishing. He Chidori faded and so too did all of its effects, the beasts body began to turn into the familiar shower of souls that came when one slew a large beast.

Menma sighed contently as the wave of souls hit him; he felt like his energy was already coming back to him, "Quite the odd sensation, it's like taking a soldier's pill…But I'll assume without the future fatigue." Thought the Uzumaki aloud as he shouldered his blade once more and continued on his way.

A Short While Later

Menma was walking out of the connecting tower he glanced to his left and saw the continuation of the bridge leading to a keep, it was littered with burns and corpses, he wasn't stupid enough to test his luck right after a fight with some sort of trap, so airing on the side of caution he went to his right.

And what a sight it was. Just like up on the thinner bridge the view was incredible. Menma spotted another viewer, a man who stood with his back straight and his chest slightly forward, a prideful and strong presence about him, not pride to the extent of arrogance, but pride in oneself, more on the side of confidence really.

He wore a bucket helm, steel grey, with a red feather sticking from the top, a chainmail top that covered his torso down to his forearms, over the top of that was a tabard, emblazoned upon it was a sun, wasn't half bad in terms of design really, a mantle of small green feathers on each of his shoulders added a little something extra to his armour, because why not?

His hands were covered by thick brown leather gloves that looked to be worn in and well used, but still very protective. A straight-sword on his hip the man had a large round shield, a similar white background and sun symbol upon it, resting against the guard 'rail' of their mutual viewing position. His legs followed the same trend, chainmail and white cloth, steel grey greaves protected him from the knee down.

Menma approached the man and took a spot next to him, holding his sword like a cane, resting his hands on the pommel, "Ah, hello there. You don't look Hollow, far from it in fact. I am Solaire of Astora, an adherent to the Lord of Sunlight." Greeted the man, his voice held a visible smile, a calming tone to it, like he was at complete peace.

Menma felt an involuntary smile grow across his face as he nodded in greetings to the man, "Menma Uzumaki, traveller. I'm going to assume you speak of a Covenant, yes?" Solaire nodded, retaining his posture and line of sight. "I lack that at this current time, when I find one, I'll let you know." Menma smirked causing the man to chuckle out a few laughs.

"Much appreciated, friend. Do you have a reason for being here, perhaps an epic tale to be shared?" Asked Solaire, his gaze shifting finally from the sun to the taller male.

"Indeed. I was pulled through dimensions into this world. I've heard time in Lordran in convoluted, and there are in fact other worlds stitched into one large pantheon of Lordran copies. I came from outside of this place, this world. My home is the Elemental Nations, it would appear I cannot return. So I have decided to adjust to this world as best I may, to ring the Bells of Awakening as a dying man begged of me." Menma nodded at the end of his short tale, he didn't really care for his secrets anymore, he'd made the mistake of jumping up and down making a large tiff over landing in this God-forsaken place, but now he was seemingly content.

"Convoluted indeed, friend. Quite the tale I must say. I came here to pursue a goal of similar magnitude, to find my own sun." The man's gaze slid back over to the glowing orb that rested in the sky.

Menma hummed, "S.O.N or S.U.N?" Asked Menma a small trickle of mirth in his tone, the man released a boisterous laugh at such an idea, breaking from his straight posture and releasing a heavy bout of chuckles.

"Oh-ho-ho! Quite the jest, but no. S.U.N, indeed I came here seeking destiny, when I became Undead I came here, to the Birthplace of Lord Gwyn, in hopes of finding my very own sun…Do you think that's odd?" Asked the man, smile in his voice once more.

"Not really. I once knew a man whom was so obsessed with immortality that he could force his soul into fresher bodies to extend his life, your desire to find what you consider dear, in this case the sun, is much less odd than what I've seen." Menma was quite for a moment before chuckling, a grin lining his face; Solaire too, broke into laughter once more.

"Quite the sunny disposition for one clad in black cloth." Commented the Sun-Straightsword wielder.

"Well I've yet to find armour that can fit my larger frame, so for now I am content to wear simple clothing, eventually I will cross a blacksmith and procure armour of some kind. Though I must ask, and as embarrassing as it is, how does one produce the souls they have collected to pay for things?" Solaire turned to his new conversation partner in a slight surprise before chuckling, patting the no doubt younger male on the shoulder and smiling wide.

"Fear not my new friend, I shall impart any knowledge you so require! In the spirit of jolly co-operation!"

Enthusiasm was apparently contagious because Menma hadn't smiled this much in a long while.

Roughly 30 Minutes Later.

Menma fiddled with the new adornment to his belt, a 'White Soapstone' as Solaire had called it, writing ones name with the stone allows the crags and cracks in the walls of this world to breach into the next, it acted as a summoning font for any Undead whom were available.

Looking over the bridge he thought of the smidgen of info that Solaire gave him, 'Watch out for the Dragon' pretty self-explanatory, there's a fuckin' dragon here. That explains the burn marks all over the bridge, Menma loosened himself up and proceeded to leg it like a man possessed.

A small pack of Undead were trying to form a block but Menma weaved in between them all, continuing his way towards the opened gate at the very end of the bridge, Menma heard a roar behind him, merely grinning like a mad-man he ran even faster, punching a Crossbowmen off the side of the bridge he dove into the large opening, the feeling of hot flames began to enter his sense of touch, he could feel it at his heels, a quick and sharp roll to the direct left allowed Menma to hide behind the wall, the torrent of fire passed him, Menma placed a hand against his chest as a rush of endorphins hit him, laughing like a lunatic the Uzumaki howled skyward in victory.

"FUCK YEAH! Woo! What a fucking rush!" Yammered the black haired male, ecstatic.

"Man, that's a feeling I haven't had in a while, maybe this place will have some seriously badass thrills like that often? Meh, I'm happy for now." Menma's smirk was full force as the torrent subsided and the flapping of wings grew distant, pulling a lever next to him and watching as the gears began turning and clicking against one another.

The gate before him opened slowly with a low thundering noise, Menma walked over to the bonfire in the centre of the room and sat down, feeling the familiar rush of the warm embers of the bonfire, it burst into life as he reached for it, Menma rubbed his fingers together absently as he did so.

"Alright…Solaire said I could improve myself with these souls…Let's try it…"

End.

Same as usual, tell me what'cha think, once again a bit shorter than I would have liked but still decent I guess.

As long as I get at least 2k words per chapter I won't be annoyed with myself.

Raxychaz!