You know, sometimes I wish I could write this good. I
seem to have a tendancy to overwrite sometimes (as you
have probably seen ^_^), whereas you've pretty much
gotten it down where you write no more and no less
than what makes the story awesome.
Of course, even I'm not near as bad as say...Robert
Jordan. Now there is a guy who could write the book
(as long as it would be. ^_^) on overwriting.
Heheheheheh.
Greetings all!
Wassabi!
First of all, sorry this one took so long. It's been
a rough couple of weeks
for me in RL. Mid-term exams, assignments,
projects... combine them all with
lack of sleep and there was no way this little gem
was getting out any
Try going out to sea for a few weeks. Does wonders
for your ability to write. Heh. You know, I've given
up writing when I'm underway...at least seriously. I
find I have people like Sasami talking like they
belong at a Pantera concert. ^^;;
sooner. As a compensation, I've made this chapter
just a little bit longer
than usual, hopefully to make up for leaving you all
hanging for so long.
^_^
Make them as long as you need to. We can hack it!
Okay, now comes the part of the message where I beg
and plead for C&C.
Seriously, people, I would really appreciate any and
all responses you can
give me. My address is sprinkled liberally
throughout this message, and
clicking the "Reply" button tends to work, as well!
^_~
Remind me to tell you about the Marines and the screen
saver when I get the chance. ^_^
<snipity doo da!>
OBLIGATORY LEGAL DISCLAIMER : Some of these guys
aren't mine. The
Sailor Senshi belong to DIC and Kodansha, while the
Yoroiden are owned
by Sunrise and Graz Entertainment. Okay? So don't
bother suing me. I'm
a student.
And I just spent all my money on Majora's Mask and the
Slayers DVD box set. ^_^
RONIN SUMMER VI : DARK CRUSADE
A Sailor Moon / Yoroiden Samurai Troopers
cross-over
by Morgan Hudson
(dataraven_659@excite.com)
Chapter Twelve : Snakebite
Snake Liskin? ^_^ Naa, that'd be more fun than I
could handle if he even made a cameo appearance. Heh.
The room was dark, far darker than she had ever
seen it. Not
Darkness beyond Twilight...err...naa, I won't complete
it. ^_^
pitch black, but a soft kind of not-light, as though
dusk still
lingered in this single chamber long after night had
fallen elsewhere.
The floor trembled under Erdge's feet, barely enough
to be noticed,
and the various panels and machines that lined the
walls hummed softly
to themselves as they blinked off and on at each
other like rows of
Christmas lights, or a sky of multicoloured stars.
The air smelled
vaguely medicinal, but otherwise sterile, utterly
devoid of any of the
usual scents that permeated the fortress. Erdge
remained silent as she
Seeing as how they don't believe or likely need a
medical facility, it's probably not one of those.
padded through the soft darkness of Pedri's inner
sanctum. It was
foolish, but she almost felt as though the chamber
itself was sleeping,
waiting for her brother to return and bring it back
to life, and that
for one such as her to wake it prematurely would be
to invite disaster.
Saw the previews for the second Mummy movie. Can't
wait. ^_^
In a moment of weakness, she actually wished that
someone were there
with her, to make her feel safer. In a moment of
brief insanity, she
even would have welcomed the company of her sister
Tuls.
That kind of danger would likely turn on that kind of
lady. ^_^ Thought I don't think you need more than
one of these: moment or brief when describing
insanity.
Erdge paused and looked behind her. Someone seemed
to have
snuck up and removed the door she had entered
through, hiding it behind
a shifting curtain of shadow. Less than confident,
Erdge inched towards
<Erdge> That's not fair!
<David Bowie> Fair? You keep saying that. I wonder
what your basis of comparison is? ^_^
the source of the ghostly glow that pervaded the
realm. As she drew
ever closer, the light grew stronger, until she
knelt by the foot of
the giant crystal tube, bathed in a luminescence
that was as bright as
day. Within the tube, suspended in a sea of
glimmering blue ooze, was
the single most beautiful woman Erdge had ever laid
eyes upon. She had
Now this by far is the best description I've seen you
write about the Mother so far. I almost get a
Princess Emeraud type of individual out of this.
a thick mane of golden hair, bobbing and curling
around her head like
a cloud, buffeted by the invisible currents in the
slime that she was
the word 'slime' seems to...break the mood somewhat.
Try 'gel' or maybe even 'fluid'...or perhaps
'suspention.' Unless it was your intention to break
the mood this way, as a counterpoint to her beauty a
sort of 'ick' to the fluid she's in.
immersed in. It was hard to tell, with her suspended
as she was, but
she was perhaps even a bit taller than Erdge herself
was, and the two
shared a similar build. There was an ageless look to
her features,
Damn Aes Sedai are everywhere. Heh.
composed as they were in sleep. A thick nest of
tubes and wires swirled
about her nude body like some strange form of skirt
and cape, running
under the woman's alabaster skin at the waist,
knees, wrists, neck,
and shoulders.
Nude is good. ^_^ Always up for hitting on a goddess.
Heh...but if I do my girlfriend would likely hit on
me...with a very big mallet. ^^
Hmm...Now I think I know who the Mother reminds me of.
Lilith in Marvel Comics.
The daughter knelt reverently at the foot of her
Mother, head
touching the floor as she slid her clasped hands in
front of her in
genuflection. She remained that way for some while,
as the machines
around her softly hissed and beeped and clicked to
themselves. Mother
bobbed up and down slightly, head bowed and eyes
closed. After she felt
enough time had passed, Erdge began to speak in a
low and furtive
whisper.
"I know that I shouldn't be here, Mother, but I
have to talk
to somebody. Pedri's been getting into one of his
moods again, and
Vyne is starting to say that maybe we shouldn't take
it any more. But
Pedri is your Chosen, and I know that we should
never go against
Mother's Pride..." Erdge sighed deeply. "It's
just... I think maybe I
want to, Mother. Am I wrong? I'm so confused - what
should I do?"
A common question that all ask their god, or whoever
happens to be listening, at one time or another.
Mother continued to bob silently in her crystal
tube, her
composed features utterly expressionless. The
seconds ticked by,
unnoticed by Erdge as she let her eyes drift shut
and focused on the
sound of her own breathing. Something was tickling
around inside her
head, like the sensation she always experienced when
she needed to
sneeze, only farther back from her sinuses. This
strange, itching,
tickling sensation was gleefully playing around in
the back of her
brain.
"Help..."
Cool. She spoke...kinda. Heh.
Erdge's eyes shot open as she lurched away from
where she
knelt, stumbling over her own feet and landing
solidly on her rump.
Idly rubbing the injured part as she regained her
feet, the tall blonde
stared up at the eternally impassive features of
Mother, who continued
bobbing and swaying quietly in her tube of glowing
blue gel.
See, you use gel here. That sounds a bit better for
it.
"Mother?" she whispered in awe, and gently pressed
her fingers
against the side of her leather mask. "Was that
you?"
"My child... help... my child..." The voice was
soft, barely
Now the question is...is she asking her child for help
or asking Erdge to help one of the others. ^_^
even audible, if in fact its words were being spoken
at all. The woman
in the tube remained as dormant as ever, with no
sign of even the
slightest spark of life.
"I don't understand," Erdge whispered plaintively,
sinking to
her knees once again, and clutching her head in both
hands as she began
to rock back and forth. "What are you saying? Which
child do you want
me to help?"
Erdge took it to mean the latter, but then from what I
can see, she's not open minded enough to consider the
possibility of the former.
"Help... my child... help..."
"WHO?" Screeching in frustration, the blonde girl
gripped her
mask, tugging on it with incredible force. Buckles
bent, straps
snapped, locks were torn from their hinges as the
black case tore
free from her head and soared through the air,
bouncing and skidding
across the floor. "Pedri? Or Vyne? How can I be
hearing you at all?
What is going on here?"
"That," an entirely different voice said quietly,
as Pedri
knelt beside the girl and offered her the mask she
had discarded, "is,
by coincidence, the very question I was wishing to
put to you, Erdge."
Heh.
**********
Clambering over a fallen oak, Nasuti Yagyu heaved a
deep breath
as she staggered to a rest against the trunk of a
large pine and tried
her best to keep her breathing calm and measured.
Several leaves were
clinging to the fuzzy pink fabric of her sweater,
and she was sure her
hair was full of twigs, but there were more
important things for her
And bugs. Don't forget about the bugs. ^_^
to worry about. Her calves were aching, her thighs
were cramping, and
her feet felt as though they had been ironed flat.
Her legs were
covered in scratches from the briar patch she hadn't
quite managed to
clear, and sweat was trickling down her face.
Tickling the nape of her
neck, it made her seriously reconsider her sweater,
despite the chill
in the air. Closing her eyes, the young woman rested
her hand against
the coarse bark of the pine and tried to pull
herself together. She
had stayed out of trouble for nearly a year:
obviously she was getting
a bit out of shape.
Bet she attends a gym on a regular basis after this.
Deep in the shadowy gloom of the underbrush,
something moved.
A huge, scaly form slithered out from the slim cover
of the bushes,
poking a blunt snout filled with teeth into the open
and sliding a
long and prehensile tongue between its fangs,
tasting the air. With
a deep, raspy hiss, the creature moved closer
towards Nasuti, crawling
towards her on all four of its limbs as a broad tail
swung lazily back
and forth behind it. The strangely beautiful coral
patterns on the
creature's bead-like scales seemed to shift
hypnotically with every
motion as its black, beady eyes drank her in.
Hypnotically eh? I wonder if that might not be
exactly what it's doing. Sort of a way to lure the
prey in...or paralyase it.
It was also, Nasuti noticed, limping severely and
bleeding a
small fountain of crimson fluid from a gash above
its right eye. The
sides of its long body heaved as though it had been
running a marathon
through the Sahara Desert. Slowly, even stiffly, the
huge creature
jerked itself onto its hind legs, massive head
lowering to keep her
under its baleful gaze. Inhumanly broad shoulders
rose and fell as the
monster before her panted for breath.
"You," it rasped from deep in the back of its
throat, "are
lucky to be such a delicacy. I suppose I owe your
little protector a
favour: dishes such as yourself are always better
when they've been
allowed to baste in their own juices for a while..."
Lifting a clawed
Kinky. I'd love to eat her myself...err...wait a sec!
DAMNIT! There the hentai jokes start!
digit, the huge lizard-man stretched out his hand
and reached for his
prey. Nasuti gasped as the thick claws tore through
her sweater,
scratching along the surface of her skin as the huge
predator closed
his hand and pulled her towards him. She had just
known, she had just
KNOWN, that coming to the Dark Kingdom was a bad
idea...
Ah. I missed this the first time I read it. I was
wondering why Naaza had to do what he did later as I
didn't recall Tytoung (sp?) actually scoring a hit on
her.
In an explosion of leaves and twigs, an armoured
form launched
itself out of the scrub and slammed into the
creature's ribs. There
was a crack like a gunshot, and the monster's
gigantic jaws swung open
to release a bellow of pain and anger. Hundreds of
curved fangs glinted
Even Vegita knew the value of getting up some momentum
when attacking something bigger than yourself. Not
that he lasted too long against Racoom. ^^
in the moonlight as the beaded lizard clutched its
side and staggered,
falling heavily against a large tree. The tree gave
an almost pained
groan as it tried valiantly to support such a heavy
weight, then
surrendered and gave way, cracking and splintering
like a cheap
toothpick. With a thunderous crash, the huge maple
fell on its side,
sending up a thick flurry of leaves.
In fact, Nasuti noticed with a smile, the trees all
throughout
the clearing were rapidly losing their foliage, and
the pines were
dropping needles in bucket loads. Bark shredded,
falling limply from
the bleached, bone-like wood of the trunks like
snakes shedding their
skin. The armoured ball which had struck the lizard
lay in the middle
of a spreading patch of dead and dying grass in the
middle of the
small clearing. As Nasuti watched, it slowly
unfolded its limbs and
sat up, rubbing its head with one hand and wincing.
Does he have that effect usually, or is he doing
something that would cause this?
"Mental note," Naaza mumbled to himself, "don't do
that again.
OW! I had no idea big lizards were that much harder
than water..."
Shaking his head, the Masho of Poison glanced over
at the young woman
staring at him and waved. "Hi, Nasuti! How's it
goin'?"
I can see both their expressions. It's commical! I
wish I could really get a picture of it!
"Oh," Nasuti said numbly, staring at the
green-haired man
before her with eyes wide, "can't complain. You?"
Naaza grinned and shrugged. "Hey, never better!
I've got a bit
<Han> Together again?
<Luke> Wouldn't miss it.
<Han> How we doing?
<Luke> Same as always.
<Han> That bad huh? ^_^
of a headache right now, but other than that, I'm
good." The fallen
tree suddenly lifted into the air as Tytoung rose to
his hind feet
with an angry roar. Holding the trunk in one clawed
hand, he swung it
at the smaller man's head. Without looking, Naaza
performed a backflip
Before I go much further, I'd like to say this is one
of the best fight scenes I've ever had the pleasure of
reading. ^_^
over the oak, kicking off of it like a diving board
and vaulting
feet-first into the giant monster's head. Tytoung
staggered back a few
steps, then swiped again with his makeshift club.
Naaza ducked under
the flailing trunk and struck at the creature's
ankles, tripping him
up.
"Uh, listen, Nasuti," the Snake Masho said quickly
as he swung
his arms up to block a devastating strike from
Tytoung's tail, "I'm
kind of in the middle of something right now." The
tail swept in from
the other side, and only a swift duck and roll kept
Naaza from losing
his head. "Think you could maybe get out of here?
I'll catch up with
you just as soon as I take care of this."
The nonchalant way he's saying this. ^_^ Ahh...it's
great!
"No problem," Nasuti said, managing a weak smile
despite the
pain shooting through her stomach. "I'm just glad
you showed up."
Naaza grinned goofily as the auburn-haired woman
disappeared
back into depths of the moonlit forest. "She's glad
I showed up..."
Tytoung: Pay attention! I'm trying to kill you here!
Naaza: Oh. That was kinda rude of me, but even you
got to admit the reasons are good.
Tytoung: Yeah, she is one yummy looking treat.
Naaza: Definitely good to eat.
Tytoung: Honey glaze would go well with her.
Naaza: You think so? I was thinking chocoalte syrup.
Or maybe gummy bears.
OK...I'm gonna stop now. ^_^
His large golden eyes seemed even more dazed than
usual as he sighed
deeply and weakly waved farewell in the direction
she had left in.
Taking advantage of his opponent's distraction,
Tytoung leapt in and
brought the battered tree trunk down with all his
prodigious might.
With a sound like thunder, the tree shattered over
Naaza's armoured
shoulders, and the Snake Masho fell to the ground,
his emerald helmet
bouncing across the clearing. Hooded eyes narrowing,
Naaza scowled as
the lizard planted a foot on his back and snarled at
him.
"HEY! I was TRYING to be WISTFUL, dammit!" Planting
his hands
against the ground, Naaza lifted his body and slid
his knees under
himself, throwing his opponent off balance as he
stood and drew two of
the six swords he habitually carried. "Now where the
hell were we? Oh,
Spawn did this in a recent issue when something bigger
than him flattened him. ^^
yeah - SUFFER!" With a wild cackle, the green-haired
Masho whirled
<Inferno> BBBUUURRRNNN!!! ^_^
<snip again!>
Coughing, Tytoung let his tongue loll out of his
mouth.
Whatever that devil coated his armour with, it felt
as if he had just
had a mouth full of hot coals. And the TASTE! Faugh!
That had been the
foulest thing he had ever come across, and Tytoung
was by no means a
picky eater. He'd had raw, rotting meat that tasted
better than the
rancid grease that Masho used on himself. Actually,
rancid grease
tasted BETTER. And burned less. He retched a few
times, and spat a
gobbet of his blood onto the ground. Well, to the
Pit with anything
THAT foul-tasting: he had a rather tender and juicy
young female to
track down and properly introduce himself to. She
was quite lovely,
And I'm sure that Naaza has the same plan. ^___-
he reflected, but she would be ever so much nicer
with a light honey
glaze, and some of those little potatoes that he
liked on the side,
and maybe he could talk one of his darling little
sisters into helping
him make an appetiser... or even into BEING an
appetiser...
That one had so many sexual conotations to it I'm not
even going to try to improve upon it. ^_^
**********
Something rustled in the trees above her, and
Nasuti froze in
her tracks. What was that? Slowly, the auburn-haired
woman sat up,
clutching her purse close to her as she glanced up
into the dark
shadows of the tree canopy. Somewhere high above,
the moon shone full,
casting some small measure of its cold, pale light
down through the
foliage. A strange, winged shadow glided past the
large disc, soaring
overhead without a care in the world. As Nasuti
watched, her neck
aching from the strain, the winged form swooped and
twirled out of
sight, flying off into the distance.
as is screamed, "Do you want me to gut Ultra Magnus?"
Yeah...I got the DVD. Special edition! ^_^
"Hey, Nasuti! What are we looking at?"
Naa, you need him to come up and look at it with her
for awhile...kinda like Indiana Jones did when he
nearly fell over the side with the Tank in the third
movie. ^_^
Nasuti screamed and leapt to the side, landing
heavily on her
shoulder. Squatting next to where she had been
sitting, Naaza looked
at her quizzically.
"NAAZA! Where did you come from?"
The Snake Masho raised an eyebrow. "Well," he said
patiently,
"a very long time ago, a big, nasty snake demon took
human form and
went into the nearby village of Kagoshima, in
Southern Kyushu. There,
he met a young prostitute named-"
ROFL!
"No," Nasuti groaned, smacking herself in the
forehead, "I
meant where did you come from JUST NOW, Naaza?"
Naaza blinked and pointed up. "Trees," he said, as
though it
was an explanation.
LOL!! Heh...heheh...yeah.
"Oh. I guess that makes sense." Nasuti sighed and
adjusted the
strap of her purse. "Naaza! You're bleeding!"
Leaning in close, she
examined the armoured Masho's side, which was
liberally covered with
puncture marks and broken teeth. "Does it hurt?"
Naaza shrugged. "Only a lot." After pausing and
looking at the
sky for a while, he sighed.
Yeah, injuries like that usually do. Heh.
<respect the power of my snips!> ^_^
"Huh?" Naaza looked almost stunned for a second,
then rolled
his eyes and pursed his lips. "Uh, yeah, a PLAN!
Sure, I got one of
those, I guess."
Or at least he can fake it really good. ^_^
"You don't have a plan," Nasuti slurred, sliding
down to lie on
the ground and clumsily folding her jacket into a
pillow. "Nope, no
plan at all..."
Nope...no hope at all. ^_^
"Hey, I got a plan!" Naaza leapt to his feet, a
determined set
to his jaw as he pointed at the prone Nasuti. "A
perfect plan! A plan
that's such a perfectly planned piece of planning
that you'll be
stunned that a planner like me planned it! There's
only one flaw in
the whole plan!"
"What?" Nasuti groaned, burying her face in her
makeshift
pillow. Naaza seemed to be saying something
important, if only the
world would stop spinning long enough for her to
listen to him. Or
at least be kind enough to pick a direction and
stick with it. What
was wrong with her? Wrapping her arms around her
stomach, she bit
her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. She just needed
sleep, that was
all. She was exhausted.
"I have no idea what it is," Naaza admitted
sheepishly.
That would be the cue for a facefault. ^_^
Lowering his head, he waited for some kind of
response from Nasuti.
The young woman didn't even twitch. "Uh, Nasuti?"
Using his foot, the
Snake Masho rolled his companion onto her back, and
looked down at her.
Her eyes were half-shut, and her face was as white
as a sheet. "Wow,
you didn't tell me you were that scared, Nasuti. I'm
sorry I shocked
you like that, okay? Don't go and faint on me or
anything..."
There was still no response. Worried, Naaza knelt
next to the
woman and felt her forehead with his hand. After a
few seconds, he
groaned, smacked himself in the forehead, and
thought to remove his
armoured gauntlet before trying again. The emerald
and ruby yoroi of
Hehehehehehehe...stupid human tricks.
Doku seemed to hiss angrily as it steamed from his
form in a cloud of
pinkish-purple smoke. The vapour hung above him for
a brief moment,
forming the shape of a cobra with a flared hood
before drifting away
on the breeze. With the sickly-sweet scent of his
armour still hanging
over them, Naaza rolled up the sleeves of his white
dress shirt and
placed one hand over Nasuti�s forehead as he checked
her pulse with
the other, gently pressing his fingers against the
nape of her neck.
"Oh, come on, Nasuti," he muttered, as he felt the
fever
raging through her, and her pulse racing wildly.
"Don�t fall asleep,
hon. You have to stay awake for me."
After all, it's no fun if I cannot have my way with
you awake! err...damnit! There I go again!
The auburn-haired woman stirred, and wearily
cracked one eye
open. "I�m tired," she mumbled, and let her head
loll to one side as
her eyes began to close again. "Leave me alone."
5 more minutes momma...just 5 more minutes...
"Nasuti," Naaza said firmly, "I need you to listen
to me very
carefully. What's my name?"
"Naaza."
"And I am...?"
"Cuckoo."
ROFLMAO!!!
Naaza blinked. He had a bad feeling that it was
going to be a
long day.
Well, at least he didn't deny it. ^_^
It had started raining almost with the dawn, and a
decidedly
waterlogged Masho of Poison staggered through the
forest with a
drenched armful of university professor. The water
had dampened his
usually enthusiastic hairstyle, and the green locks
hung limply about
This from a guy whose armor gets power from water.
his face, dripping rainwater into his eyes with
every motion of his
head. There was a flash of light, burning his
sensitive eyes, and a
sensation of searing heat amidst the omnipresent
chill washed over his
body. Almost the same instant, thunder roared
throughout the forest,
buffeting Naaza and his cargo like a solid thing.
Eyes wide, the Snake
Masho turned and looked over his shoulder at the
tree burning less
than a dozen feet away.
"Right," he said quietly. "Well, I may be a nut,
but I can
At least you don't make any jokes about busting the
nut. ^_^
take a friggin' hint." As the rain drummed against
the steel plates of
his armour, Naaza hunched forward a bit farther,
doing his best to
shield Nasuti with his body. The poor girl hadn't
even put up a
struggle when he scooped her off her feet: he had
known town drunks
that walked faster and more surely than she had been
managing two
hours ago. Whatever the devil was wrong with the
girl, Naaza had a
He helped town drunks? ^^
sick feeling that the big lizard was behind it. He
looked down at the
face of his burden, covered in a sheen of rainwater.
Her eyes were
shut, and her lips parted slightly, as though in
sleep.
"I am going to peel Spunky like a grape," Naaza
decided, and
So has he figured out what is wrong? If so, how and
when did he do it? You might want to include that. I
mean, the how might be very interesting to delve into.
As well as for what he does in a bit.
nodded reassuringly to himself. "But first, I have
to get you
somewhere dry." Sighing, the green-haired man looked
around. "Hey!
There's a place!" The mud squelched under his feet
as he changed
direction and began to amble towards a dilapidated
and ramshackle old
building. The walls were weathered, and made of
carved stone that had
worn itself silken smooth with time. The door fell
off of its hinges
when Naaza kicked it, and he shrugged.
Which leads one to wonder what sort of people once
lived there?
"Guess there's nobody home." Naaza gingerly stepped
down onto
the soft remnants of a straw mat, long ago rotted
and mildewed. The
thatched roof wasn't any better off, but it was
still keeping the rain
out, and that was good enough for him. The rest of
floor was carved
stone as well, he noted with surprise as he walked
over into the main
room of the house. Whoever built this place had been
planning to stay
for a while. He was apparently in a kitchen, or some
kind of eating
room. Lowering Nasuti onto a dusty old wooden table,
Naaza groaned and
stretched his arms wide to relieve the kink in his
shoulders. No
food, of course, but then, this place felt like it
had been empty for
a very long time. He wondered idly who had lived
there; it had been
left in very good condition, considering it had been
abandoned for
enough centuries that the forest had overrun any
farmland and
swallowed the building whole. There were two other
rooms, one off
either side of the main kitchen. Both were bedrooms,
one large and
And the grin just widens on his face as he thanks the
gods for providing him with a bed. ^_-
<snip city!>
Her condition had only worsened in his absence. The
girl was
still sweating profusely, and not merely from her
face. Even her palms
were dripping with perspiration, and yet her teeth
chattered from
cold. Her skin was practically chalk white, and she
was moaning
faintly under her breath. Most worrisome to Naaza,
though, was the way
in which her body would randomly spasm, the muscles
contracting and
releasing on their own accord.
Lucky it wasn't one of those 3 steps and you're dead
type poisons.
"Okay," he muttered, "alone in an old farmhouse, in
the middle
of a forest, in a thunderstorm, with Nasuti Yagyu.
Left to my own
devices, as it were." Clearing his throat, he slowly
turned in a full
circle, scanning the area carefully. "Anybody out
there planning to
leap in here and come to the rescue?" he whispered,
and waited for a
Naa. You're the good guy this time. ^_^ That's your
job!
response. Getting none, he groaned and let his
shoulders slump. "Man,"
he groused, "I just pick the worst damn times not to
be evil..."
Or at least not do evil. Heh.
Nasuti groaned softly, and Naaza stood up. Reaching
down, he
gently pulled on the neck of Nasuti's sweater,
stretching the fabric
down over the curve of her shoulder and baring an
expanse of pale,
creamy skin. Closing his eyes, Naaza hooked his
fingers under the
You sure he didn't peak? Just to see what color they
were? ^_^
exposed strap of her bra and slid it down her
shoulder as well,
pressing his face against nape of her neck and
feeling her pulse race.
Carefully, he brushed a few stray locks of auburn
hair out of his way.
Sluggishly, the woman began to squirm, trying to
move away and
beginning to lift her arms.
"Now," he whispered, licking his lips slightly, and
grabbing
her bare shoulder to hold her in place, "I know
you're a bit confused,
and not all here right now. Just trust that I'm
being a good guy...
please?" He cleared his throat. "I'm going to help."
Nasuti calmed slightly, and lay still. Naaza
glanced up at her
face, which was composed and serene. Was she
trusting him, he wondered,
or had she just fainted again? Either way, he
figured, and licked his
lips again. "You may feel a slight pressure," he
rasped. "More like a
pinch, really..."
Actually according to some legends when vampires and
other similar creatures did this it was really quite a
pleasant experience...probably some kind of drug they
released into their victim's system to keep them
docile.
He opened his mouth, and his canines extended.
Nasuti's eyes
shot open, and she cried out as Naaza sank his fangs
into the soft,
exposed flesh of her shoulder. Her back arched,
slamming her body
against his own until he placed one hand on her
stomach and forced her
back down against the table. He wanted to say
something to calm the
Blade anyone? ^_^
poor girl, but frankly he was a bit busy. His fangs
pulsed, releasing
a megadose of the antivenin his body had created,
and Nasuti cried out
And this would be an interesting little explanation
technically. I mean, he created this antivenin...but
was it the right one? Wouldn't he have needed a
sample at least? Also it's quite interesting how his
body seems to be a sort of makeshift chemical factory.
again, louder than before. Her arms flew up and
clutched him to her
reflexively, her fingers tangling in his hair as she
threw her head
Personally I think you should have gone with a slight
bit of...aphrodesiac...or some other drug which would
have made her feel REALLY good. ^_-
back and grimaced. Naaza tried to ignore her hands
slowly and steadily
tightening their grip on his head and back,
respectively, as he placed
his free hand behind Nasuti's head, holding her
steady.
Nasuti started fidgeting again, moving her legs
this time.
Her soles of her sneakers scraped against the wooden
surface of the
table, and an old metal cup rang off of the stone
floor as it fell.
She had stopped whimpering, but her breath was
becoming more and more
ragged as her pulse rate accelerated. Naaza smiled
mentally. He had
been sure to include a slight stimulant in his
antivenin, so that her
system would deliver it faster. His fangs pulsed
again, and Nasuti
all but screamed, her entire body spasming as every
muscle in her body
clenched, and then slowly relaxed as Naaza pulled
his fangs free and
sat back, wiping her blood from his lips.
Or maybe licking it clean? ^_^
The chair Naaza had been leaning on tipped over,
and he
sprawled on the floor. What a nice floor, he
thought, as he let his
eyes drift shut. Perhaps he would stay there for a
while. It helped
that he wasn't sure he could get back up. His throat
was aching, and
he was pretty sure there wasn't enough venom in his
whole body to give
a mouse the sniffles. This, he reminded himself as
he dragged his body
across the floor and towards one of the bedrooms, is
why I never,
ever, use all of my poison in one strike. With a
weary groan, the
youngest of the Masho made it onto the bed before
surrendering
consciousness and drifting into a deep, dreamless
sleep.
Honestly, and this is not hentai, I'm surprised he
didn't crawl onto the table with her. To keep her
warm. Or to keep himself warm. I'm dead serious
here. It's done all the time. I'm kinda surprised he
didn't put her in the bed to begin with though.
**********
Nasuti Yagyu slowly opened one eye. Several seconds
passed,
and nothing seemed immediately out of place. Warily,
she opened the
other eye and sat up. Things remained normal.
Obviously, something was wrong.
Heheheeheh. Sorry your trip to the Twilight zone is
canceled, but we had this nice Dark Kingdom tour we
KNEW you'd love to go on as an alternative. ^_^
<Ultra Snip Zord Power!>
NAAZA! The Snake Masho was nowhere to be seen.
Still a bit
unsteady on her legs, Nasuti wobbled across the room
and opened one of
the two doors she had seen. There was no knowing
what had happened
while she was out; Naaza might have left her behind
to go get help, or
maybe tried to lead Tytolung on a false trail. He
might even have been
drawn away by Tytolung, or fighting with him right
that moment. He
could already be dead!
Awwee...that's just so sweet that she's so concerned
about him! ^_^
Or, she thought wryly as she entered the other
bedroom, he
could be right there, sleeping like a baby. With a
soft sigh, the
auburn-haired woman leaned against the doorframe and
looked down at
the slumbering form. Sprawled on his back, the Snake
Masho was snoring
lightly, his mouth hanging open just wide enough
that Nasuti could see
the tips of his fangs peeking out from behind his
lips when he inhaled.
His emerald hair spilled around his head on the
pillow, falling over
his face as he rolled over. He actually was kind of
cute, Nasuti
reflected with a soft smile, and shook her head.
Where the hell had
that come from?
Had a scene like that in one of my fics. Heh.
Naaza rolled over, and Nasuti gasped. His undergear
armour was
gone for some reason, and the entire left side of
his shirt was torn
to shreds, stained red with blood. The sheets
beneath him were
equally incardine, and the pool was slowly
spreading.
Don't you hate it when those really nasty wounds break
open like that? ^_^
"Naaza!" Nasuti knelt by the side of the bed,
grasping the
Masho of Poison by his shoulder and shaking him
awake. "Naaza, wake up!
What's wrong with you?"
"Snuh?" A single eye cracked open, and the young
man flopped
onto his back. "Nasuti? What? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but-"
Naaza: *looks her up and down* I know you're FINE.
"Good." Naaza groaned and tried to sit up, before
Nasuti pushed
him back down. "All that being sane was driving me
crazy. What's up?"
All depends on one's definition of sane and insane.
Heh.
"You're still bleeding! Why didn't you heal your
wounds?"
The Masho smiled sheepishly. "Er... I thought they
made me
more interesting?"
Nasuti scowled.
Oh. Already falling for the GF scowl. Poor guy is
already whipped.
"Fine," Naaza sighed, "TAKE the boring old truth.
By the time
I was able to figure out what was wrong with you,
you were pretty far
gone. I figured you couldn't afford to wait until I
had healed myself,
so I did you first. I didn't know I'd drain myself
doing it."
Thunder boomed, and Nasuti smiled. "Can you walk?"
"Walk? But it's pouring rain out there!" Naaza
pointed at the
far wall, then blinked and snapped his fingers. "Oh,
yeah! It's
raining outside, and water makes my armour stronger,
so..."
"So suit up." Nasuti crossed her arms across her
chest and
gestured towards the door with her head. "We may as
well look for
everyone else while you get your strength back."
Maybe they should bandage that wound as best they can
first? ^_^ Even if he heals it, he's still losing
blood after all.
**********
Tytoung sat in the underbrush and ignored the chill
seeping
through his bones. He could handle something as
insignificant as the
sudden downpour, if it meant victory in the end. He
would NOT return
to his brother Pedri with news of failure. Just
picturing the
egotistical smirk that bastard would get made his
talons twitch. Maybe
Pedri didn't intend to reward Tytoung for his
services: in his current
frame of mind, it didn't bother the large and scaly
creature. He'd
just rip through Pedri -or whoever else was in his
way- and goddamn
TAKE what he wanted!
So why doesn't he do that now? ^_^ He seems to think
he can, after all. Heh.
Speaking of things I want, he thought, licking his
lips, here
comes one now. The door of the small farmhouse swung
open, and the
morsel he had been tailing walked out of her haven.
Foolish frail.
Indoors his immense size would have been too great a
disadvantage, but
he'd known she had to come out eventually.
Why bother with worrying about property damage? Why
not just wreck the place?
Next out was a figure that made Tytoung's throat
ache all over
again. The protector, the annoying gnat that kept
buzzing around his
head just long enough for his snack to escape him.
Didn't even taste
good. He'd just squish the bastard and get him out
of the way, once
and for all. He had rather hoped he had already done
that.
Naa. Even we computer guys don't get that kind of
luck.
The pair staggered off into the brush, leaning on
each other
for support, and Tytoung snarled. It was too damn
wet. Too cold. He
didn't like it. Hunting at night had been bad
enough. For a moment,
he was tempted to just leap out of the scrub and
finish them both, but
he knew better than to give in to his baser urges.
He would wait until
they had lowered their guard, until they thought
they were safe.
The pair staggered off into the brush, and Tytoung
followed.
**********
Naaza scratched his head and looked around. Hey, he
thought to
himself, a bunch of trees. Who would have expected
that? And over to
the left... another bunch of trees. Placing his
armoured fists on his
hips, he strained his eyes and hoped something would
start looking
familiar really quick.
"Right," he said finally. "Well, I give up. Where
are we,
Nasuti?"
The society of men is going to hang him. We NEVER ask
for directions...Ryouga being the exception to that
rule, as even if he did, he'd STILL be lost in a
moment. Heh.
"What?" Nasuti turned and gave Naaza a look of
surprise. "Why
should I know where we are?"
"Well, I WAS following you..."
"You were supposed to be in the LEAD!" Nasuti
groaned and
tugged on her hair, stamping one foot in the muddy
earth. "What the
hell were you doing following ME?"
"Now, Nasuti," Naaza argued, making a placating
gesture,
"let's be fair. Between the two of us, which one is
more likely to
know what they're doing at any given moment? I mean,
I was just
playing the odds."
Truth hurts. ^_^
"Are you telling me we've been wandering aimlessly
for hours?
You have no idea where you are, and no idea where
you're going?"
"Yeah." Naaza grinned and scratched behind one ear,
laughing
nervously. "Pretty much business as usual, I
guess..."
And you know what that means. Heh.
The auburn-haired woman stared at the Snake Masho
for a moment,
an undefinable emotion simmering in her eyes. Very
slowly, she lifted
one leg and reached down, removing her sneaker.
"Come over here," she
said, lifting the shoe like a weapon, "and let me
smack you with this."
At least she didn't pull out a mallet. Be thankful
for that. ^_^
"Uh," the Snake Masho stuttered, backing away from
the slowly
advancing woman, "I really think I'd rather not,
actually..."
Damn...he knows the laws of anime. Heh, and the laws
of GFs.
"Come here!" Nasuti yelled, and lunged at the man,
swinging her
sneaker like a club. Caught off-guard, Naaza barely
had time to yelp
before the young woman slammed into him and sent
both crashing
backwards through the thick underbrush. The mud was
a bit of a
surprise, and freezing cold as both Nasuti and Naaza
skidded down a
steep incline of ebony slime. Slipping and sliding
in the mire, Naaza
finally glided to a stop and managed to make it to
his knees, wiping
helplessly at the goo covering his armour. With a
groan, he shook his
arms in disgust, splattering mud everywhere.
"Serves you right," Nasuti said imperiously, as she
watched
the Masho of Poison lose his footing and slam back
down into the black
muck. Struggling to her own feet, the young woman
took three steps
Nazaa: More?
Nasuti: What?!
Nazaa: Can I have some more mistress? I'LL BE YOUR
SLAVE!
and slammed face-first into the loam. Naaza chuckled
and released his
grasp on her ankle. His smile suddenly died as he
looked up, his eyes
Heh.
going wide as his jaw hung slack. Looking over her
shoulder at him,
Nasuti could swear that his face lost all colour.
"Oh, no," he said quietly, barely audible over the
driving
rain. "My sanity and I made a deal, damn it! I put
up with being looked
at funny, and it makes sure I never, never, NEVER
think about that! It
shouldn't even BE here! It's supposed to be
somewhere far away from
me!"
Denial is not just a river in Egypt. ^_^
Blinking, Nasuti turned and looked into the thick
curtain of
rain that surrounded them both. Squinting, she could
just barely make
out a tall spire of ebony dominating the vast plain
of black slime.
"What the hell is that? Looks like we might be able
to take some
shelter..."
"No. No, no, no, no, no! We're leaving right now,
Nasuti."
What's in that place?
Naaza turned and began slogging back the way they
had come. The bushes
shuddered slightly, and the Snake Masho watched in
surprise as a tree
lifted and hurled itself in his direction. The
green-haired man leapt
to the side, and the venerable old pine skidded down
the incline like
a giant's toboggan.
Thunder rumbled threateningly, and a shadowy form
crawled out
of the thicket, lifting its massive head and hissing
threateningly.
Naaza responded instinctively, spreading his feet
wide and holding his
hands far to the sides of his body, slowly beginning
to sway back and
forth as he bared his fangs and hissed in return.
Reminds me of Zelda 64 when you fight Gannon. The
guys watching me play and myself actually craned our
necks when he rose up out of the ashes of his
fortress. I imagine that's the kind of thing we're
seeing here.
"I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere," Tytoung
snarled in
a menacing and rasping voice. "Not ever again." The
soft loam squelched
between his thick claws as he rose to his hind legs,
drawing up to his
full height and glaring down at his opponent.
"Good to see you again, Spunky!" Naaza replied
cheerfully,
drawing two of the four katana that hung at his
waist. "Such a shame
you have to leave so soon..."
Tytoung laughed, a dry chuckle that rattled off as
he stepped
forward and tilted his head to one side. "How droll.
You think you can
actually defeat me?"
Alright! Evil villain stock dialouge! You ever think
the 'good guys' would make fun of it? Then again,
they have their own stock dialouge. Heh...I suppose
that's why Ash made such a cool good guy. Never used
that stuff.
After all...good...bad...he had the gun. ^_^
"Well, I was planning to rough you up a little
first, on
account of I don't like your face, but we're in a
bit of a rush."
Naaza began to step forward eagerly, when Nasuti
grabbed him by one of
the spikes on his shoulderplates.
"What are you thinking? You aren't even at full
strength, and
you're actually going to pick a fight with a god?"
Naaza shrugged. "Well, I'll be damned! Looks like I
am."
As Rob Zombie's "Super Beast" plays in the background.
Just out of curiosity what sort of music did you
write to here, if any?
<Getting out the popcorn and doing a bit of snipage>
Naaza met the charge, crossing his wrists and
slamming his
forearms across Tytoung's throat. The scaled
creature brought his
fists down on the Masho's armoured back, and Naaza
slipped, falling to
his knees. As Tytoung let his jaw drop in a
triumphant grin, the
Snake Masho shot his arm up, reaching straight into
Tytoung's maw and
down his throat. The lizard gagged as he felt five
steel-sheathed
fingers close around the base of his tongue and
squeeze. With a sharp
tug on his tongue, Naaza forced Tytoung to double
over and swung his
armoured feet against the creature's scaled belly.
Planting his feet,
Naaza stretched back one fist and grinned, narrowing
his hooded,
golden eyes. The fist flew forward with blinding
speed, slamming into
the side of Tytoung's head with a sound like a
gunshot.
It was Naaza who screamed, however, as he felt
something in
his gauntlet crunch, and flex in directions it never
had before.
Or at least not recently. Heh, never hit something
your bones or your ki shield can't break...otherwise
you get this.
Fighting off a sudden wave of nausea, he gritted his
teeth and slammed
the broken hand into Tytoung's thick skull seven
more times before the
titanic lizard wrapped his claws around Naaza�s head
and peeled the
Masho loose from his body. With a violent flick of
his muscled wrist,
Tytoung sent the smaller man flying.
That is some serious pain tollerance. I mean I'd be
going into shock by now, and I'm sure so would most
other people.
Naaza landed hard, mud splashing up in all
directions as he
flopped onto the ground like a dead fish. His head
was pounding, and
the feeling of nausea was getting worse. He tried to
flex his fingers,
Looks like that's what is happening too. Heh.
and was rewarded by a jolt of pain running from his
nails to his
shoulder and back again. So far, he was right: this
had been a very
long day. With every breath, his ribs reminded him
that they weren't
feeling too happy with his idea of fun.
Tytoung pounced, swinging his head low and butting
Naaza with
his snout. Flailing, the Masho soared through the
air as another bolt
of lightning flashed in the distance, hitting the
earth headfirst.
Facedown in the mud, he barely had the strength to
lift his head and
gasp for breath as the ground trembled with the
weight of the
approaching monster.
"I will honour your bravery," Tytoung rumbled.
"Know that the
one you have sought to protect will suffer only
after you have died
defending her." Rising once again onto his hind
legs, Tytoung raised
one massive scaly fist, fingers curved and claws
trembling with
anticipation. He brought the killing hand down...
That's refreshing. Kinda. ^^;;;
And Naaza rolled to the left, barely dodging the
strike and
rising to his knees in the deepening mire. What was
once a beach of
fine volcanic ash was quickly becoming a bog.
Coughing, wheezing, and
feeling a familiar ache in his other side that told
him he had just
managed to reopen the wounds he received in their
prior fight, it was
all the battered warrior could do to force himself
back onto his feet.
Tytoung was there, and a scaled fist smashed into
the side of
Naaza's unarmoured head. His neck snapped back, and
the Masho fell to
Did he lose his helmet again?
the ground again. Tytoung raised his hind leg,
stamping down with his
foot just as Naaza mustered the strength to dodge
again, sitting up
and forcing the lizard's leg to bend the wrong way
with a lightning
fast strike to the kneecap. Tytoung dropped back on
all fours,
favouring the limb even more than he had before.
Naaza staggered to
his feet once again, weaving back and forth. The two
locked gazes,
and Tytoung nearly flinched.
I wonder what he saw?
In that moment of hesitation, the Snake Masho
launched a
desperate strike, wading through the mire and
slamming his reptilian
Heh, reminds me of the King of Fighters and their
desperation combos. ^_^
opponent with punches that moved faster than human
eyes could follow,
blurs of green followed by explosions of red as he
rained blow after
blow upon the head of Tytoung. A left to the head, a
right to the
stomach, a knee to the ribs, a kick to the injured
knee, Naaza was
like a dervish, driving the larger creature back
with the sheer volume
of his attacks.
Yep, definately the King of Fighters and their
desperation combos. Course you'd think he wouldn't
hit the head after his recent umm injury. You might
want to say something about that, if he's even feeling
his crushed hand anymore.
Surprise can only last so long, however, and
Tytoung brought
his long, ponderous skull down like a piledriver,
smashing into the
<Rao> Now DIE, DAMN YOU, DIE!
crown of the Masho's head and dropping the youthful
warrior into the
mud yet again. Slamming his hand into the small of
the man's back,
Tytoung lifted Naaza from the ground and held his
limp body up to the
heavens like an offering before slamming it back
down and grinding his
heel into the Snake Masho's kidneys.
Ouch. ^^
<yet even more snipage!>
The female had fallen in the slick mud, and was
simply staring
up at him with wide, frightful eyes. He lifted his
killing hand,
planning to break her neck with a single swat, when
something suddenly
felt wrong. The female had raised one hand to her
mouth, and seemed
to be looking down... following her gaze, Tytoung
stared numbly at
the two steel katana blades protruding from his
stomach. As he watched,
they slowly twisted, and began to pull away from
each other with a
horrid tearing sound.
Nice. Though why didn't he just cut the guy in
half...then again, that was proving to be somewhat
troublesome. Then again, this is about as much
trouble.
"YOU!" Tytoung howled, looking under his arm to see
the Masho
of Poison perched on his back, straining to complete
his task. "Why
in the nine hells can't you just STAY DOWN?"
"I'm insane," Naaza growled. "What's YOUR excuse?"
Biting his
bottom lip until it bled, the Snake Masho wrapped
his legs around
Tytoung's torso and began to squeeze. "What's the
matter? Feeling a
bit constricted?"
And so the PUN-ishment continues. ^_^
Tytoung staggered backwards, trying in a vain to
reach the
tenacious Masho, but his blasted arms were simply
not long enough for
the task. Raising his tail, he bashed Naaza
repeatedly in the back
So much for the itch. Heh.
and head, but the Snake Masho merely tightened his
grip. Finally, the
huge reptile threw himself into the air, landing on
his back in an
attempt to crush the man under his body weight. Mud
flew in great waves
and flurries, as the two rolled around and thrashed
wildly. Nasuti
covered her eyes and looked away as a great
undulating wall of flying
muck splattered over her, and then it was over. The
rain still fell,
and the boggy ground was calm. Tytoung lay on the
ground, to the left
of a motionless Naaza.
The other half of Tytoung lay on Naaza's right. As
Nasuti
watched, the corpse began to hiss, dissolving into a
sizzling mound
of featureless flesh, then evaporating completely.
Damn Zoanoids.
**********
Mother's eyes snapped open, her mouth stretching
wide in a
silent wail as the wires and tubes swirling around
her body came to
life, whipping and snapping like a nest of snakes. A
thick cloud
of bubbles washed up into the tube, making its
contents impossible
to see for several seconds.
Pedri stepped back in surprise, staring up at the
tube as his
glass tumbled from his fingers, forgotten. Erdge
spun on her heel,
long braid of hair curling around her neck as she
gazed at the
spectacle unfolding before her.
"Did she just-?"
"Yes," Pedri said breathlessly, "that was Mother.
She's in
pain. And that can only mean..."
The shield of bubbles boiled away into the top of
the tube,
leaving Mother floating as serenely as before. A
single thing had
changed, however: marking her left cheek was an
indigo tattoo that
hadn't been there a moment before. The marking
appeared to be
Japanese kanji.
Pedri leaned in close, pressing his hand against
the surface
of the tube. "Houshoku," he read aloud. "That means
that they must
have gotten Brother Tytolung..." He turned back to
Erdge, a determined
look on his features. "Come with me, Erdge. This
require our immediate
attention!"
Is this where we get to see what they mean by "killed
again?"
**********
Nasuti slid across the mud, gently lifting Naaza's
head in her
hands and resting it in her lap. The green-haired
man hadn't moved
since the battle ended, and his eyes were closed.
She wasn't sure if
he was even breathing. Heart in her throat, the
woman pressed her
fingers against his neck, feeling out the carotid
artery.
"Please, Naaza," she whispered, stroking the side
of his face,
slick from rain, "you can't die when you've won!
What kind of hero
would do that? Please?" The pulse was there; weak,
but there.
Lots of them. Ever watch Gladiator? Or even
Braveheart? Or Transformers the Movie for that matter?
Naaza's eyes fluttered open. "I-is he... dead?"
"I'm not sure, Naaza. But he's gone."
"Oh." Naaza lifted his head slightly. "Am I dead?"
Nasuti chuckled. "I don't think so."
"Well, that's good, then." The Snake Masho closed
his eyes
again and laid his head back in her lap.
"Nighty-night..."
Still...as beat to shit as he is, you might want to
get him someplace else. ^_^
Nasuti smiled as the Masho began to snore almost
immediately.
Slowly, she became aware of someone standing nearby,
and looked up. A
tall and slender man with long silver hair and an
eyepatch looked
back down at her, holding out an old-fashioned
bamboo umbrella.
"Well," he said with an almost resentful tone, "I
suppose that
you'll be wanting to carry him into the Keep.
Hotaru's already waiting
back there, so we'd better be going."
I like how he doesn't even bother to pick Naaza up
himself. Or even offer. Heh.
"How long were you here?" Nasuti asked Rajura
suspiciously.
"What?" The one-eyed Masho of Deception almost
looked hurt at
her implication. "I was willing to help, but I knew
he didn't NEED me!
Honestly, Ms. Yagyu, you can be quite paranoid, at
times." Turning, he
With good reason. Heh. Course I wouldn't be at all
surprised if after this she starts throwing out the
occasional Kame Hame Ha's, or even pulling out REALLY
BIG GUNS when someone so much as startles her. Heh.
began to walk towards the ebony spire Nasuti had
seen earlier. "Are
you coming, or not?"
Nasuti looked down at Naaza. With a sigh, she slung
him over
her shoulder and began to follow the silver-haired
Masho into the
pouring rain.
Nice! Very nice! One big long fight scene! What
more can you ask for? Especially for a DBZ fanatic
like myself. Heh. You know though, when you make it
this perfect you make it very hard to do anything
remotely resembling correction on these things. ^_-
Hehehehehehe, I hope this helped. Sorry for the
delay, but I've been rather busy recently.
Take it easy.
K'thardin
"I'd have 4 million years to scrape you off the walls.
I might just chance it!"
-Optimal Optimus
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