Huh. I think I now have an inkling as to why King's books go on side tangents all the time, the man, somehow managing to make a story about, say for example, an unimportant janitor interesting, if, ultimately, irrelevant.
This opening segment was intended to be shorter. And yet, partially out of curiosity, i let it play out, perhaps a bit more than it should have but still, much less that what I could have if I tried to pull a king.
(not that I would, after all, we have things-storywise-we're supposed to be doing, place to be, etc.
A few minutes before dawn:
"Where are we going?"
Holding back a sigh, he glanced at his fellow clone, the bright-eyed youth heeding 53's beckoning gesture, falling in step beside him as they sped through the brightly lit corridor, one leading to the laboratory.
It's too soon. We should have had more time. What's going on?
"It's too soon, isn't it?" the young idiot asked. "Wasn't the reunion scheduled—" and, 53 rolling his eyes, reached out, cuffing the newly born clone on the back of his head.
"Yes. But no doubt the original has good reason for speeding things up. Don't strain your tiny little head trying to figure things out."
"W-what?!" the newbie bristled, step quickening and all but jumping in front of 53, glaring up at him with arms crossed. "How dare you! We're the same, are we not? On what grounds do you dare to—"
Raising a finger and bringing it close to the youth's nose, causing his eyes to go cross-eyed, effectively shut the brat up for a moment.
And then 53 flicked him on the forehead.
"Ow!"
"Shut it, newbie," he said, and swerved around the youth rubbing its head. "You've not even been out of the vat for a month. There's a lot of learning and catching up you have to do."
The youth huffed as it rushed to catch up, falling by 53's side once more.
"I know that, it's just…"
The clone fell silent and 53 did not attempt to start another conversation, merely nodding to other clones as they met in the hallways. Their siblings, both young and old, answering in turn as the clamor of their shoes quickly turned into a rhythmic clacking noise as their numbers swelled and the stench of weak human flesh filled 53's nose.
He grimaced before shaking his head.
No matter. Soon enough, we'll leave this old and weak humanity behind.
Turning around a corner, with 53's hand shooting out to grasp his charge's arm, before the youth could collide with another clone—
"Sorry, sir."
11 glanced at him for an instant.
"53." Nodding, a hint of a smile appeared on his face before it evaporated as he looked at the newbie. "Goddamn rookies," the man mumbled as he turned and strode towards the circular, gigantic, airlock like door, whose black, inverted fan like blades had retracted. Allowing entrance to everyone.
The newbie squirmed.
"Why—"
53 cuffed him again.
"Respect your elders, brat," he said. "In fact—" 53 shook his head. "No…no, I guess it doesn't matter. Go meet up with your batch mates and don't stumble on any others."
Not waiting for an answer, 53 strode through the open door as well, the sound of endless steps being replaced by the all-encompassing murmurs of all the clones present, talking in low voices with one another.
Heh. Memories of another time, another place. When he still walked amongst the fools of academia. Back before the little minded peons dared question his brilliance. Better days. They filled his mind, and for a moment, 53 found himself in just such a gathering. A symposium filled with the brightest minds of the past century. Not an idiot in sight, classical music emanating softly from the speakers and a sweet fragrance playfully climbing his nostrils as—
"There you are, grumpy pants~ Finally deigned to come out of your cave, then?"
53 spun around, smile on his lips.
"Josephine, I—"
But the words died on his lips, as did his smile.
For staring back at him were not mirthful amethyst eyes, but those of another clone.
"Sir?"
He sighed and waved the man away. Before turning and finding his target near the center of the room, made his way over.
Putting away memories of a different man and another lifetime out of his mind.
At least…this confirms the primer is working admirably.
Cause to experience such a resonance?
Yes, 53, like all the clones, had all of Genus' memories. They were perfect, if younger, copies. But that didn't mean they had been Genus in truth. Not fully.
But this…
Clamping down on the implications and the interesting tangents his mind itched to jump and start dissecting. He nodded.
"Sir."
"53," the original said, turning his gaze away from the vial in his hand. The four other clones worth a damn gathered around the man, offering a nod towards 53 in turn.
"If I may ask—"
"Why?"
The original sighed, and in a rare show of emotion, reached up with his free arm, removing his glasses, tucking them in his lab-coat's pocket before massaging his nose.
"In truth, and I know how this sounds, trust me. I'm…I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what, sir?"
"Of this…Zero."
53 blinked. "The one we sent Kabuto after?"
"The very same," the original said. "For you see. And I know our data set is limited still. Let's for the moment suppose that our worst fear is true, and the mutant's limiter is, in fact, gone. Then what?"
A troubled frown spread across 53's face, one shared by the other four clones.
"But surely, even if that's the case, then, as the man himself has shown us. A removed limiter alone does not guarantee infinite power. Not immediately, at any rate. And Kabuto will deal with him—"
"Are you sure about that?"
He turned towards 67 who gnawed at his thump's nail.
"Brother?"
"Are you sure?" the man asked again as the original sighed and, placing the vial with the mostly completed serum in the machine which would inject it, started removing his lab-coat. "What if the man wins?"
"The odds of that are—"
"We all know the odds," 67 said with a dismissive gesture. "But, we're talking about a theory, a power that inherently defies probability and calculations, which of course, does not mean you can't account for it but—"
"Brother," 33 said with a deadpan as the original finished with his preparations and lay down on the incline seat, strapping himself to the chair.
"Ahem, apologies," 67 said, coughing with a tiny blush. "In any case, let's suppose he wins, and Mosquito Girl survives as well. What then?"
53 paled as his mind considered the possibilities. "Then…"
For he had little doubt that the vengeful woman would point the heaven defying hero towards their little retreat from the madness and the stupidity of the outside world.
And given that, again, if their theory held even a glimmer of truth, Zero would grow tremendously stronger after a tough fight. His lack of a limiter causing the man to grow by leaps and bounds when forced to fight for his life, the growth much bigger than mere training or, Newton forbid passively waiting for his power to increase…
And coupled with the fact that Kabuto's strength could scarcely be measured…
"Oh, crap."
"Exactly," the original said as 67 made to speak, drawing all of their eyes to him, 33 helping the man with the last of the straps. "And given that the serum is nearly complete already…"
53 bit his lip. "But, still, won't this affect the serum's potency or—"
The original chuckled. "Worry not," he said, shaking his head, before 33 immobilized that too. "As I said, the serum is mostly complete. I've run the calculations a dozen times. We won't lose anything but raw strength. Something which can be rectified with…training," the man said with a scowl, one shared by all gathered.
Damn you, Mosquito, for forcing us to debase ourselves like that.
"Beyond that? We'll be fine, worry not."
53 inclined his head.
"Sir."
Still, as he turned around, ostensibly to gaze at their other selves, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist as with a soft 'woosh' the syringe's plunger dropped and the original screamed.
Almost immediately something foul invaded his nostrils and a weight, a weight that grew and grew settled in 53's mind, making it hard to focus, his thoughts hazy and seeming to drift to his consciousness from somewhere far beyond.
The sound of something snapping reached his ears, suspiciously similar to strained leather exceeding its limits and—
"Gkh!"
A slurping sound reached him and 53 smiled.
It's begun then. A scant few seconds later, another grunt of pain accompanied by a slurping sound, the weight on his mind growing still. And then another, and another!
"Gkh!"
53 glanced down, fascinated as a tail-like appendage slammed into him, digging deep into his chest. The pain being much less than he expected.
Managing to glance over his shoulder, 53's smile widened as the pulsating cocoon on the chair glowed, and then a dozen other tendrils erupted, seeking the nearest of their kin.
Good. 53 could no longer feel his legs, his arms. Sound faded, as did light. But with his last independent thought, he raged.
Damn you Mosquito Girl! Damn you for forcing us to hasten our plans! How much better could we have made the serum? How much did you set back humanity with your foolish rebellion? Damn you…
53 ceased to exist, his consciousness, his everything, joining his kin within the cocoon. And soon enough, nothing else remained within the room.
Part of Garou wanted to rage, wished for nothing more than to let out a defiant scream.
But, unlike Charanko, Garou had an ironclad control of his own self.
And besides, if this is how he met his end, then so be it. He refused to cry, beg, rage, wail like an infant or anything of the sort.
…nor did he want to disappoint the old fart, in this at least.
As the fist closed in, so did Garou's eyes.
The man letting out a tiny exhale, his tense muscles relaxing as he browbeat his wailing emotions, confining them to the back of his skull, his ki calming and flowing like a wide unstoppable river and, with eyes snapping open, glared with steely eyes at the fist.
The fist that seemed to be slowing down, contrary to Garou's own hands which—
A red comet slammed into Kabuto's fist, turning it into a fine paste, the creature roaring in pain, rearing back and clutching at his ruined limp with his other hand as hot, stinky blood splattered all over Garou.
And Garou, startled, landed on the dirt.
"Kouhai?"
For it hadn't been a comet.
"Yo! Kept you waiting, huh, senpai~?" the grinning man said, raising the same arm coated in a raging scarlet inferno with which he'd blown Kabuto's limb off, and giving Garou a two-finger salute.
Garou could but stare, eyes threatening to pop out of his skull.
How the hell did I miss this? For indeed. Yuha's already impressive power had, in the brief moments Garou had spent protecting…testing himself against a worthy opponent. His Kouhai's power had grown to heights previously thought unimaginable.
A grin stretched across his face as he jumped to his feet, batting away Yuha's offered limb while Kabuto continued to rage and sob, clasping the limb still spewing foul blood all over the place, coating the dirt and killing the plants it landed on.
"How…"
But Yuha shook his head. "Not now, senpai, we need to deal with the big idiot over there." the man inclined his head. "And I will need your help for that."
My help? With how strong you've become, what do you need me for—
As if on cue, Yuha gritted his teeth, bending and clutching at his stomach. "Gkh!"
"Kouhai!"
But Yuha waved away Garou's arm.
"Nn…I'm fine," the man said with a weak grin. "It's just…regenerating like that? It takes a lot of power," the man said, and Garou's mind worked furiously.
Right, he's a mutant or something. Due to that vat of chemicals he fell into and gained his powers as a result.
"And due to that…Well, my control is a bit shot at the moment, as are my reserves."
Garou paid only half a mind to his kouhai's words as his mind went over what he'd read about the mysterious hero's past.
Seriously, Yuha was…nay, still is an idiot, but, still. Junior is to be blamed certainly for sneaking in like that, but what kind of madman was this Dr. Gero to keep vats upon vats full of poisonous and me knows what else chemicals and stuff in his own home?
Garou blinked and punched the sides of his head at just the right spot.
"Err, senpai?"
"Just a concussion. Don't worry about it. You were saying?"
"Err, right…Will you help? And for that matter, why are you here?"
He shrugged with a casual air, doing his best not to blush. "Training. This is, or rather should have been, far enough from weaklings and from idiots like yourself." He nodded with a sneer. "Or the bug."
Kabuto's roars stopped.
"Err, Garou…"
"Shut it, Junior," he said quickly. "Now how do you want to do this?" he asked and, despite their situation, excitement welled up in his gut. For to fight side by side with a worthy fellow martial artist against a strong foe—
"Who are you calling, bug?" Kabuto hissed. Its remaining limb tensing, veins popping all over. "And you!" the creature growled, pointing at Yuha. "How did you survive?"
But Yuha did not deign to look at it.
"Fuck you, that's how!"
Kabuto stared with its jaw hanging loose.
"Senpai! I need you to distract him for a couple of seconds, half a minute tops. You can do that, right?"
Garou winced. Half a minute? Fuck! Still, he wouldn't show weakness in front of Junior. After all, what sort of senpai would he be if he did?
"You…How dare you!" Kabuto roared and punched Yuha, but, the green man grinned and, slipping into the old fart's stance, his scarlet aura blazing, diverted the fist aside and, with a pained roar, his power spiking to greater heights still, kicked the bug away.
"That should buy us a few seconds," the man mumbled, panting, clutching his knees, and turning his head. "So, senpai—"
"Punch me."
"Eh?"
Kabuto's furious roar echoed from a few hundred meters ahead, the man bursting out of a nearby mountainside, rocks, soil, and pieces of broken trees surrounding the purple figure as it approached the peak of its climb.
"Yes, I'll help, but I need you to punch me—" seeing his kouhai shrug and the man's muscles beginning to tense, Garou re-thought his words choice. "Punch and miss me by barely an inch and not with your full strength!"
Yuha blinked but did as asked and Garou breathed a sigh of relief as the man's punch almost scraped the sides of Garou's head, his left arm gently tapping against Yuha's.
And Garou grinned.
For even if his kouhai knew not how to utilize their shared art to its fullest extent, the same couldn't be said about Garou.
"Go!" he ordered, and with his reserves topped off, Garou, inhaled a breath and waited, Yuha, in a blazing comet, flying off and far away.
"Come back here you—"
Garou moved.
"Gkh!"
And Kabuto, hovered with its feet an inch above the ground, spittle flying free from its mouth, as Garou kicked it to the side. And their battle begun anew.
Shit! this is hard! He cursed as he pushed his already exhausted body past its limits. Weaving between the blows of the enraged monster. Dammit, junior! Whatever it is you're planning on doing, you better do it fast or—
A monstrous power slammed down on both combatants. Making them freeze.
"Ka…"
"What the…" Kabuto growled and, on some unseen cue, both of them turned, and out into the distance a shining blue light could be seen, its brilliant rays peeking through the remaining trees and escaping past the wooden canopy, rising into the sky above.
"Me…"
"Bwahahaha!" Kabuto laughed and turned, smirking at Garou, its remaining eye shining with malicious glee. "Is this your play, manlet?" it snorted, shaking its head.
"Ha…" the pressure continued to build and a sound that could be either the sign of hope or the sign of doom reached them.
Garou rather suspected it depended on if you stood behind or in front of Yuha's attack.
"What sort of fool do you take me for?" Kabuto asked, and its limb tensed, its grin vying for Garou's blood. "I don't know what that is, but I'm certainly not going to just stand there and take it."
"Me…"
Good, keep on prattling, you idiot. Garou thought, gulping down breaths as fast as he could and trying to stabilize his body. He knew not what his Kouhai intended to do with that massive amount of energy. But, contrary to the bug's arrogant boasting, Garou felt certain that Yuha had a plan.
"In fact," the bug pointed its index at Garou. "Once I kill you, I think I'll—"
The building power and the rays which started outshining the sun vanished.
Both of them blinked.
"What the—"
And then Yuha blinked into existence behind Kabuto, arms cupped by his side, a blue orb of death with hints of green shining in between his palms and a scarlet inferno roaring all around him.
An inferno that promptly seemed to destabilize, but not before Yuha thrust his arms forward and upward.
"G#GA KAMEHAMEHAAAA!"
Kabuto's eyes barely having the time to start widening in panic, its head turning, and its body tensing, trying to jump, but the radiant death was faster.
Smacking into and through the screaming Kabuto.
Exploding and evaporating the bug.
The beam vanishing as quick as it'd come.
'Thunk'
'Thunk'
And two pairs of legs, with only bits of their upper torsos still remaining, dropped on the ground with a smacking sound.
"Junior…"
Garou's raised arm, trembled slightly before, he made a fist.
"Tsk." Closing his eyes and turning to the side.
Dammit, you self-sacrifing fool. Why did you go and do that? We could have won! Dammit! Another great fighter—
Garou paused, and his head snapped to the side.
His eyes focused, ignoring the bug's cooling body and the stench wafting of its guts. Staring at Yuha's remains. Where…
His lifeforce is still blazing if weakened! Don't tell me—
Yuha's feet jumped to their…feet, and with a disgusting squelching sound and an explosion of sticky green goo. Which Garou hastily raised his arm, batting the incoming liquid to the side.
"Gah! Marika's sweet thighs! This was just as uncomfortable as before!" the man who seemingly refused to die said, his kouhai's aura and the green threads within it fading from view.
And Yuha's grin slipped off his face, the man falling to one knee.
"Gah!"
"What the hell…"
Yuha, heart still racing from his near death experience, glanced at the flabbergasted Garou.
Putting aside the sense that he'd annoyed someone with this stunt of his.
It almost felt as if someone had just read him the riot act, but then…He remembered nothing of the sort.
Forcing his trembling limbs under control, Yuha stood and flashed Garou a shaky thumps up.
"Fear not, senpai! As long a drop of ki remains in me, I can't die!" the words felt like truth. And yet, as soon as they left his mouth, Yuha blinked. For they hadn't been his. Not truly.
Who told me that? He shrugged. Eh, irrelevant.
Garou continued to stare, a drifting gust of wind and the hesitant sounds of distant birds the only thing breaking the silence.
"Err, senpai?"
Slowly, Garou raised his hand and pinched his nose.
"No."
"Eh?"
The man, glanced at Kabuto's rapidly cooling body and then at him, before shaking his head.
"Nope." Before spinning around and starting to walk away. "That about did it for today's madness quota."
"Garou—"
"I'm off to train! Piss off!" the man shouted, breaking into a sprint and vanishing.
"Gkh!"
And Yuha landed on one knee again, his breath coming in short pangs, it'd taken about everything he had to maintain a strong image in front of Garou.
For despite his Zenkai due to Kabuto's pulverizing blow, Yuha's reserves hadn't recovered alongside his body.
Nay.
In fact, even if his power grew by leaps and bounds, pushing his still recovering body so hard had a deleterious effect.
Unconsciously, as he raised a trembling arm and clenched it with a scowl, he stared at the data helpfully displayed by his vi.
517
Kabuto's blow had been a Marika send.
Hehe. Marika… he shook his head, slurping back the thin line of drool making its way down the sides of his jaw. No! Focus Yuha! Think about mommy Marika's sweet, sweet thighs later! You'll be able to enjoy them to your heart's content later, but only if you survive! So, focus on that, you idiot!
Gritting his teeth, his arm weakly falling down by his side, he stared at the second rapidly blinking image overlaying his vision, once again, courtesy of his trusty vi
Effective power level: 3!
Indeed. His twin almost full body regeneration, coupled with twin usages of instant transmission and that monstrous kamehameha with a stacked Kaio-ken on top?
A kaio-ken he could scarcely wield with his control, so shot at the moment and one he pushed all the way to stage ten?
Yeah.
No wonder then, and it might be just his idea, but Yuha could swear, that out of the corners of his vision, thin, long-limbed black hands were beginning to rise.
2!
He needed to find someway of recovering and he needed to do it fast or he'd never get the chance to tap that goddess booty once again!
Nor see Tatsumaki smile again. Or Fubuki and Lily.
He needed…but how?
An enormous weight seemed to settle all over his body, the distant sounds and the nearby flowing water seeming to come from far away, while the corners of his vision grayed. His slowing heart and his grunts as he struggled to breathe the only thing he could clearly hear.
Yuha's mind raced.
He needed…
1!
Tired eyes widened.
[request acknowledged]
[error]
[requested functionality removed]
[scanning]
[scanning]
[error]
[unknown file found]
[signature authenticated as that of creator, Dr. Gero]
[reading]
[previously hidden ability found]
[…ki levels and [anomaly] usage criteria fulfilled]
[transferring info]
[…lending hand to partner]
Contrary to Yuha's expectations, his tail, did not, in fact, shoot out, plunging its beaker into Kabuto cooling flesh. Flesh which did not smell anything like a chocolate cake or vanilla or anything nice. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Still, Yuha did not gag. Both because he lacked the strength to do so and, due to his surprise at the data, his vi fed him. The little computer lending a helping hand, quite literally in this case as Yuha struggled to raise his right arm, forming trembling fingers into a tiger claw before diving them down into the nearby flesh.
'Squelch'
Purple blood already going stale seeping out of the five finger holes.
But Yuha cared little about that.
"Wryyy!" the cry coming unbidden and straight out of his subconscious, and yet, it fit. For his fingers tensed, his arm bulged, veins popping all over as revolting slurping sounds filled the clearing and Kabuto's remaining body deflated.
'Slurp'
Shrinking.
'Slurp'
Diminishing.
'Slurp'
Until nothing but bits of loose skin remained.
Everything else, everything vital. Absorbed by Yuha.
With his mouth hunging low, Yuha stood, flexing his arm, enjoying the sensation as his senses, his hearing, his sight, returned in full.
"This power…"
Laughing, he clenched his fists and spread them apart, sinking into a low stance.
"Haaaaa!"
Powering up and, as a consequence, digging a deep crater and evaporating the bits of loose skin left behind Kabuto after Yuha's…feast.
Granted, this new method of absorption could not compare in terms of speed to the removed function of his tail. And yet…
Yuha cared little.
For he did not plan to make a habit out of this.
And besides.
He'd survived and would get to grope Tatsumommy ass again as well as Marika's thighs!
The fact that his power reserves were full once more did not hurt.
700
Nor did Kabuto's last contribution to his base power level.
Yuha's grin stretched wide enough to almost hurt.
Sighing, he let it fade as he dropped out of his powering up stance.
"Wait…"
He blinked and stretched out with his senses.
"Where is—"
The senses which seemed to have improved alongside his power level. Making it almost trivial to locate Grayfia at such short distances.
Short, at least, for someone of his strength.
Kicking towards the fading woman, Yuha snorted and shook his head. Watching as the distance between them faded at an absurd rate, the woman's limb body coming into view.
That's ki and saiyan genetics for you. I spent nearly three weeks getting my ass kicked and now I'm one of the strongest beings on the planet.
Yuha landed next to the prone woman with a soft 'thud', taking in her mangled form and her rapidly dwindling ki, his smile fading.
He could let her die, of course.
And no one would know.
No one would blame him.
After all, Yuha had no healing skills and few knew about the woman.
An unregistered hero, a reformed monster.
How easy it would be to let her fade.
How easy it would be to do to her the same thing he did to Kabuto…
A scowl spread across his lips.
"No." He kneeled by the girl's side, and carefully patted her body, spreading his ki and, with his nascent senses—
Damn it King! If I but had your bullshit control now, that would be nice!
And breathing out a sigh of relief upon finding nothing broken, and nothing which his limited first aid training said he could not move the woman.
Not that it would've stopped him if that had been the case.
For with his new power and his telekinesis, he could rip out the ground itself and leave the woman lying on her 'bed' if it came to.
But no, he could move her.
But…
Grayfia's ki continued to dwindle, and with it, her life.
Yuha clenched his fist, gritting his teeth as Grayfia, still unconscious, let out tiny pained gasps beneath him.
Dammit, you smooth brain retard. Use this superhuman brain you've been given and think. Think dammit! What good are all those awesome powers you've been given if you can't use them to protect and save innocent people and those you care about?!
He growled.
For nothing came to mind and, unfortunately, the original Cell, had not bothered to learn the healing arts.
Oh, if only my control over my Spiral Power was better, I could help Grayfia!
Grayfia…the poor woman deserved better, for even is she'd been a villain as Mosquito Girl, the girl had turned a new leaf and, by all accounts, had been earnestly trying to do good. And Yuha might not be the best at it, but between his vi and his senses, he could be a pretty good liar detector when he could be bothered to—
He froze.
Mosquito girl…
A half faded memory from another lifetime flashed into his mind and he had his answer.
Swift as lighting, Yuha raised his left arm, turning the soft side towards him while with his right and a touch of telekinesis he scooped Grayfia up, cradling the woman as he dropped into a seiza pose.
Yuha bit and tore at the rear of his wrist, tearing out the tendons attached to his palm.
"Ptui!" spitting the bits to the side as he directed his smarting hand to Grayfia's slightly parted mouth, all but thrusting the flesh near his palm and the blood gushing out of it into the woman's mouth, the liquid enough to choke a normal person.
Grayfia was anything but.
The woman's mouth latching onto his flesh out of some unconscious instinct, her throat contracting with noisy sensual gulps as the woman swallowed pine after pine of his blood.
All the while Yuha, with his other arm, the arm grasping the woman's shoulder, her head resting on his forearm, directed ki into her.
"Live, Grayfia, Live," He ordered, his aura flaring with hints of green as the woman continued to drink.
And Yuha couldn't help but chuckle.
"Heh. First time I willingly let a mosquito suck me off. Hehehe…he..." he sighed.
His lame jokes were better when he had an audience to torment them with.
Soon enough, Grayfia's red eyes fluttered open.
The girl mumbling something as she stared into his eyes, before frowning and, still swallowing unconsciously, blinking, her eyes lowering and—
The woman's whole body seemed to turn cherry red for an instant as she squirmed and her mouth let go his arm, Yuha immediately ceasing his repression of his regeneration.
"Wawawawa—"
And Yuha had a suspicion that if he put a steak on the woman's forehead it would be cooked in short order.
"S-sir Yuha—"
"Just Yuha."
"I…you…we…eeep!"
He laughed, his muscles relaxing as he smiled at the blushing woman.
The woman who seemed healthy and almost glowing.
"Are you ok?"
"Y-yes…" the woman mumbled, before, with her blush somehow deepening she opened her mouth and—
"There you are!"
There a proper Zenkai at last!
Grayfia after experiencing Cuha's 'gift'(check lestat turning louis on yt) "wawawawawawawawa..."
Also, Mission Impossible, dead reckoning part 1?
Go see it.
It's a masterclass in action writing.
And Sweet Mask will be in for a surprise when he tries to bully the new and improved Yuha needless to say