Disclaimer: since I haven't done this in a while. I, Fantastico, hereby admit that I do not own Night at the Museum or Samurai Deeper Kyo. I will keep dreaming that I do own the delicious Kyo and Hotaru. Etc.

The main antagonist is introduced here yeah. ;).

One of his new minions scurried up to him.

“Sir, our scouts have tracked Demon Eyes Kyo to the west wing of the building. Our target has been seen chasing a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a rare Capuchin monkey....”

Nobunaga sighed, of all things Kyo came up with to amuse himself... a monkey?

“...They have also confirmed that Demon Eyes Kyo has two accomplices with him, a pink-haired... uh... human..? And a blond male.”

Of course, Kyo and his little bundles of joy, the Four Emperors. But if that was the case... where were the other two? That bumbling fool of a Date, and the sniveling whelp Kyo had picked up.

“...also, following the trail, they have noted a large crater with suspicious markings of torn cloth around it...”

“That's enough, you may leave now.” Nobunaga once again sighed. He rubbed his forehead uncharacteristically. Of course he had been so disappointed when he learned of Kyo's death at the hands of Mibu Kyoshirou.

His plans were simple, overthrow this world's kingdoms, and establish a new order of blood and war. And of course, he would be at the top, as strongest.

It hurt so bad.

Her vision was turning white with pain as another of her ribs cracked under intense pressure. It was absolute torture... No one heard her cry of pain as she screamed out “Stop!”

Jedediah, Octavius, and Yukimura were comparing their... sizes..

Except for the fact that Jed and Octavius were miniature figurines, and were.. well, puny; and the fact that Yukimura was dickless, it was going rather well. You know, some male bonding time.

But Yukimura had forgotten his equipment was gone, and had just stripped down, flashing the entire audience. He turned deathly white as the entire room immediately turned silent.

Jed and Octavius snickered at him, cat calling and violence ensued.

Yukimura snapped back at them, saying even his bare parts (“What parts?” they yelled out.) were still bigger than them. Yukimura unsheathed his sword, and the two midgets brought out their respective weapons. Two on one they went.

It was a fierce battle, and one that would go down into the generations. It was a sight to see, two finger-sized persons waging a terrific skirmish against the abominable Sanada Yukimura who was vainly trying to get rid of them with his sword, but missing miraculously.

…Yukimura was still naked.

Another rib went out.

Yuya screamed like a banshee, this was insanity. She couldn't do this anymore. Tears rolled out of her eyes, she was laughing so hard.

Kyo still hadn't found that damned monkey. An ache had formed in the corner of his head a few hours ago. Of course Akari had to follow her future husband, and Hotaru came along just for kicks.

Every few minutes or so, Hotaru would start snickering again at the monkey's deeds, and Akari pummeled him down with her fist, screeching horribly at the blond. They bickered along like an annoying aunt and uncle. The pandemonium increased to a climax and Akari finally brought out her bad ass spear and Hotaru shut his mouth.

Kyo just clenched his jaw, and went along his merry way of destruction.

Mission: The total and complete annihilation of the Little Fucker. (AKA: Dexter).

It was already fucking Mission Impossible V.

A chill ran up his spine. Someone was there, watching them.

Akari and Hotaru noticed it too, bringing out their weapons, and going into their fighting stance (in Hotaru's case, just standing their dumbly).

Nobunaga stood there, laughing his evil laugh of doom. Today, kill Kyo and his little warrior friends. Tomorrow, world conquest. He could already taste the victory.

They stared each other down, jaws clenched, angry red glares that could kill. Of course, they had no reason to be angry at each other. They just were because they wanted to be. The animosity fueled their fighting blood and got their adrenaline going.

The battle would be hard, neither could use their special techniques. It was just the sword and their prowess.

They launched their swords at each other at the same time, blocking and striking again. They were evenly matched, though Kyo held the advantage of speed and Nobunaga possessed all the wile and cunning of a fox. Feral grins were etched on their faces, the joy of battle they could experience with no other.

Hotaru sat down, bored. It had already been like thirty minutes and they still weren't over. Neither had managed to land a good hit on the other. The most damage either of them had received was a few scratches here and there. Damn, he needed a good fight too. He glanced over at Akari who had googly eyes and was watching her hero, Kyo.

Somewhere along the road, Akira had smelt it and had gotten on his hands and knees to search around for the source. His Kyo radar was reacting violently and he reached around hopefully. It was no good, there was nothing anywhere. Suddenly, a hand shot out and grabbed the hem of his robe. Dammit, he knew that disgusting odor anywhere, Bon. The hand grabbed Akira and threw him over a shoulder.

“Ooh, lookie here, if it ain't widdle Akira.” Bon grinned. He'd just witnessed Akira bumbling around like a fool, bumping into walls and obviously, not able to use his Heart's eye.

Akira clenched his fist, intent on pummeling the beast to the ground except that he missed and wildly hit himself on the head. His face burned in shame and his jaw throbbed from where he had hit himself. He heard the Beast laughing like a maniac with shakes that shook Akira from his place on Bon's shoulder.

His ears perked up. At least he still had his good sense of hearing. He heard the sound of swords clashing and somewhere along that, he could hear her evil little cackles. If it was where Kyo was, that was where he would have to go... Stupid Akari.

Bon had apparently heard it also and was staring off into the distance frowning. He started towards the direction of the sounds when he ran into a something big. The thing was sniffing Akira interestedly and prodded him with a giant finger.

Dexter was back in action. At least the bad man was occupied now and Dexter wouldn't have to look at his ugly face anymore. What horrible aches that man's face must have! With that permanent scowl etched on his face making him look even more ugly if it was possible. He noticed another giant man, this one a little more beefy, running towards their direction with all the velocity of an enraged rhinoceros. It stopped once it finally noticed Rexy who started investigating the curious object perched on “it's” shoulder. Dexter winced as the thing snapped back at Rexy, the impertinent little brat.

Bontenmaru grinned. The little critter was here. So Kyo still hadn't managed to kill it. What a glorious day it was, to be that the infamous Onime no Kyo had failed to capture and terminate an animal no bigger than his arm. He looked back at Akira who was still being molested by the dinosaur. Bon tipped his head as a sign of respect for the monkey and started back towards Kyo.

Everyone that was a warrior immediately tensed up.

Yuya looked around, confused as to what was happening, and saw Jed and Octavius shivering on the ground. They were more sensitive with the happenings of the museum, not only because they were small, but because they were around longer.

“It's that man.”, Jed whispered, angrily. “The one who killed my friends. Squashed 'em like toads.”

“But, can't they come back to life again tomorrow, when the sun goes down like the rest of you?” Yuya asked, curious about the workings of the tablet.

“Nay, it is no use my lady, not if the body is placed beyond irreplaceable damage.” Octavius replied sadly, “So death may come to pass, and our men shall be none, forevermore...”

Yukimura interrupted the silence that fell over the group. “They're coming, if you want to leave unharmed, do so now.” He motioned to the Sanada Ten. “It's Nobunaga, he's fighting Ky-”. He was cut off as he narrowly dodged a dagger that skimmed its way across his cheek and embedded itself deeply into the wall.

“If it isn't my dear friend Sanada-san.” A regal voice called out.

They all turned to the perpetrator who was casually leaning against one of the stone pillars. Tall, and muscular; clothed in royal garb with a three-pronged spear in hand. Tokugawa Hidetada was back in the form of his youth, when he still had strawberry blond hair.

Yukimura lunged at him ready to pay back in full what had happened to him and his Ten back at Osaka Castle.

Hidetada blocked and sent him flying back in a sweeping motion.

The Sanada Ten advanced but were cut off by a group of ninjas dressed in black led by a woman with wild black hair, dressed in suggestive clothing. The Ten were outnumbered but their individual skills were much more evident than the enemy's.

Yukimura landed on the wall neatly and launched off again, landing on the ground before blocking a strike that came from the rear.

“You didn't think I would come alone did you?” Tokugawa said evenly, dodging and returning the favor. “I brought my Iga ninja with me of course, though I must thank whoever revived us, for bringing them back with me.”

“Not really, but I must admit I am surprised that our reviver decided to bring you back too, because frankly, I would have just left you in the grave.” Yukimura replied back amicably. He crouched to the ground to avoid a hit, then struck back from the angle he was in, aiming to slice off a leg or two.

Sakuya quickly ushered Yuya and Theodore Roosevelt out of the room before any damage was done. Teddy got off of his horse and lifted the women up, instructing his horse to follow him. He hurried along, seemingly following an unknown path to safety. A large explosion knocked them off their course. The dust settled and Yuya squinted her eyes to see more clearly.

Two figures stood at the center, dueling so fast, she could only see blurs of color.

She recognized one of the figures. It was the man she saw earlier, the one she had been running away from. The familiar shiver came back and she rubbed her arms to get rid of the resulting goosebumps. The other man, he was pure evil in its densest state. He had one huge, bloodshot eye that pulsated excitedly. It was disgusting, but that wasn't what made her recoil.

Beside her, Sakuya got off the horse and dropped to the ground. “Kyo..” she murmured softly, barely audible even from where Yuya was.

That was all it took for Kyo to lose his concentration and look at her, forgetting the imminent battle at hand. His crimson eyes scanned her face and he stood there, shocked. The whistling sound of steel rushing through the air brought him back to his senses, but it was too late.

Nobunaga yelled a cry of triumph. He had gotten Kyo, while he was distracted by a passing woman. He furrowed his eyebrows. Why was Kyo still standing? He had gotten him right across the chest and in normal circumstances, Kyo should have been lying on the floor, dead in a puddle of his own blood.

Kyo looked down at the supposed wound. It was there, yes, but there was no blood pouring out. He glanced at Nobunaga who was equally as surprised as to why he wasn't dead.

“Just tell me one thing, Nobunaga, before I kill you.” Kyo snarled, “What are you planning?”

Nobunaga chuckled at the irony of the situation. They were already dead, and Kyo should have been dead again, just now, and Kyo was threatening to kill him.

“What do you think Kyo?” he said amused, “I'm going to take over the world with this pathetic excuse of a body, and then I'm going to reclaim my former body.”

Teddy Roosevelt silently climbed back once more on his horse and unsheathed his sword, pointing it towards the sky.

A glimmer of light appeared through the ceiling and all became still once more.

Yuya glanced at her watch. 5:32 am. First day, over. She glanced around at the mess and back to her watch. She had roughly two and a half hours to get everything back in their respective spots. Yuya groaned, what a night it had been. But, it scared her, that Nobunaga guy. Did he really have the potential to take over the world? Yuya supposed, he could take over the whole of Brooklyn without anyone knowing he had. He was insanely strong and his movements were faster than the human eye. And, if he was like Kyo and couldn't die, then that would make him immortal. If that were the case, could she really abandon this job knowing her city was at stake?

Well. Sorry for the late update. I've been busy lately. ;[. Yuya has a dilemma on her hands.