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Warning: This is not standard Kodocha fanfiction. It contains scenes of
violence and some inappropriate language and gratuitous Nori Nori raps.
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Kodocha Master
Fanfiction by 4c3 54\/\c4ez r0xx0r5 d00d!!!11!.
All parts of this story may be found at http://jsa.users.fl.net.au
Note: Pokemon and its associated characters are copyright by Nintendo,
Game Freak, Creatures Inc, and 4Kids Productions.
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Part 1 - Kaerinasai
An icy chill ran through the black night; it was really cold, except for
the unnatural hot wind blowing south with a strong scent of acrid smoke.
The wind wasn't cold, because it was hot. Through the dark starless sky,
starless because it was slightly covered by clouds thus making it starless,
intermittent moonlight shone on to the thick green forest. Even though the
stars were hidden by clouds, moonlight still came through to reveal, little
by little, a snaking trail of destruction. Burnt and broken tree stumps
lay on the ravaged path - some still burning with small flickering flames,
even though "burnt" signified that the burning was already over - as well
as fallen branches and other debris interspaced with giant animalistic
footprints with an elegant Swoosh in the middle.
A dark figure dressed in a long, hooded black cloak ran through the
woodland almost silently, loose folds of the mantle flapping gently
behind her. She was acting stoic and cool until she tripped. There was no
sound until she pried herself up from the ground, cursing beneath her
breath. The only sound was the dry vegetation that was not burnt or
obscured by the moonlight softly crunching underneath her thick black
boots like broken cereal crumbs. Brown, slitted eyes took wide sweeps,
observing the desecrated schoolyard.
This used to be her playground. This used to be her childhood dream.
No matter.
She continued to run really fast and almost silently in the shadowed,
starless-but-slightly-moonlit night until finally she came to a rest in
front of the remains of a slide. It was in remains because it was cracked
in half. Blood was smeared all over the edge like something had fallen onto
it and couldn't get up.
She would make sure no one would ever get up, again. Even if it meant doing
the thing to those guys with the stuff.
Suddenly, a huge, red two-story tall monster appeared from nowhere, led by a
group of pillaging raping bandits. The bandits were all men, since they were
evil and stuff and they pillaged. Without further ado, they went into the
village to pillage.
"HELP! HELP ME!" a woman cried out. She was wearing a red shirt and had green
eyes and large, firm breasts that bounced as she ran out of the house and
straight into the arms of the bandits.
The bandits laughed, seeing the helpless woman in their arms. They shoved her
to the ground and one of them began unzipping his fly. "Shaddap and take it
like a schoolgirl, bitch!" he laughed.
Suddenly, his world went spinning and everything turned black as something
struck him on the side of the head and he fell unconscious.
"What!" one of the bandits yelled. "Who's that?!"
>From above, there was the figure, clad in her black robes and boots, looking
down at them. The wind ruffled her robes slightly and parted them, revealing
a flash of long brown hair and smooth, curving breast.
"It's a woman!" a bandit yelled, laughing uproariously. "Get her, guys!"
The mob fell onto her, drawing swords from their sheaths and charging in
mercilessly. The black-clad woman disappeared beneath the crush, only to reemerge
a moment later as all the bandits flew off of her. Some fell to the ground,
clutching at their wounds painfully. Others lay still, already dead, dark blood
flowing from massive cuts in their sides and throats. The few that mercifully
escaped with little injuries looked up.
The woman stared down at them, and removed what appeared to be a vocorder attached
to the handle of a black-bladed sword. "Gangai hatte hajimaranai, bitch," she
whispered. She slashed out, and dark trails of energy flew around the blade as it
moved through the air. The bandits all fell back, screaming in pain as they were
summarily dismembered. A flash of darkness was the last thing they saw before
they knew no more.
She turned around and posed, turning her back to the bandits. A rather stupid
practice, since it left you open for attack, but it looked sufficiently cool
and ninja-like.
The woman who had nearly been raped quickly approached the woman in black, in
awe. Slowly, the rest of the villagers gathered, their faces glowing red and
orange in the fires that were burning through their village.
"T-that was impressive," someone said shakily.
"Who are you?" another one of them said.
A wind blew by again and this time it sent the robe covering the woman's head
flying back, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman with her hair tied up in
one long brown ponytail, with bangs over her forehead. As the wind blew past,
a lock of hair fell into her eyes. She blew it away with an upturned lip and
a gust of breath. She answered them.
"I am Sana."
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