The Itawanabe Initiative
By Ryan Bodle
Everything was dark. Just a black void. It was the brink of consciousness. The point of sleep where one would remember their dream when they woke up. She didn't want to wake up. Waking up meant remembering. Being conscious of her misery. If only she could stay here. In the middle of this dark place. Nothing was here. Nothing could hurt her. If only she could stay here, but already she could feel the waking world tugging her away from here.
There was a sound. A bass sound that repeated over and over, like the beating of a drum except it couldn't have been. It had no sharp snap that came from someone beating at its skin. This was more like a pulse. It was the throbbing of her brain still reeling from the blow to the skull she suffered. Her blood pounded around her ears creating the sensation of a sound blaring just below the frequency humans could hear at.
The physical sensation started off a chain reaction. She could feel more, sensed the temperature immediately around her. It wasn't cool and there was no fresh wind. She was inside. She could hear electronic buzzing and knew them light bulbs threatening to blow and the slightest change in current. Beyond her she could feel the presence of other people, hear them breathe and feel the warmth their bodies generated, such was her powers of sense whilst in her senshi form. She was still transformed. 'Good,' she thought. They wouldn't see her in her everyday form. Recognise her in the street.
Thinking. She was thinking now. The dark nothingness of her subconscious was just a dream. She was awake. And just like that, she remembered. She remembered coming to the warehouse, to look for Taka Shuya. She remembered leaving Detective Rosa at the office building that was being burned down around them. How her investigation had led her there, and finally she remembered she was investigating the death of a dear friend.
Before the flood of emotions that came with that fact took her, she returned to the physical sensations that brought back to this world of thought and feelings. Concentrated on the people that were there with her. They hadn't realised she was awake yet and above the throbbing echo of her head pounding, she could hear them talk and laugh and move.
They joked and laughed about cruel things. Cruel things they would like to do to a senshi. None of the chatter said a thing about who they were. If they were Yakuza, if they worked with or for Taka Shuya or if any of them were in fact Taka himself. Finally a voice raised itself above the group and bade them silence. A leader. He was closer to her than any of the others.
"You can open your eyes now miss, I know you're awake," he spoke softly.
She opened her eyes slowly and saw a man sitting the other side. He was well dressed, his suit looked tailored and dark blue. His hair was combed back and his smile was a soft and genuine, just like his voice, but that was an appearance. Behind his smile, she could see a stern and violent man in his eyes. A man that would change at the snap of his fingers.
The room was constructed of grey brick and the floor was concrete. Between her and the well dressed man was a cheap table with collapsible legs. She was bound to a chair with her hands behind her back. Dotted around the room were four men with shark grins and an SMG each. Her situation was dire.
"Permit me to introduce myself," the suited man spoke again. "My name is Taka Shuya and I run this warehouse." He gestured to her asif it was her turn.
"Sailor Mercury," she answered plainly.
"Sailor Mercury," Shuya repeated. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
"Likewise," Mercury responded with a half-wry smile.
Shuya gestured to his men with his hand. "You'll have to excuse the precautions," he explained. "But we don't trust your motives for being here and your exploits are legendary."
Sailor Mercury took a moment to consider the situation she was in. Why hadn't they killed her yet? Why was Shuya trying to charm her?
"Tell me, Miss Mercury, why did you come here?" he asked.
She stopped herself from reacting. "I was looking for someone," she answered. She realised now she was going to have play a game of life and death with Shuya. A game of wits. He wanted to know what she knew about him and about the Initiative. Killing a senshi might prove a little too 'high-profile' for him. This allowed some modicum of safety, but if he realised she knew too much, Shuya would have no option but to dispose of her. And if the others were on their way, he would want to know it. The others weren't coming. She told nobody where she was heading.
"Found someone, you have," Shuya responded playfully.
Mercury's lips pulled at the corners as she sneered at Shuya's humour. "I'm afraid this person isn't someone very nice." She played along.
"Ah!" Shuya exclaimed standing and throwing his hands in the air. He circled behind one of his men and placed both hands on the goon's shoulder. "Perhaps you have come for Jugo, here. He's not a nice man. Very rude." He joked. Jugo laughed with Shuya.
"No, Mr Shuya," Mercury replied. "I'm looking for someone who kills for money."
The laughter cut out abruptly. Shuya considered this for a moment. His lower lip jut out slightly and he tugged at the sleeves of his jacket to straighten them "You're right," he said. "Sounds like someone quite nasty. What makes you think he might be here?"
Sailor Mercury looked at the nearest gun that was kept trained on her in response. Shuya shrugged.
"We've had recent problems with pirates," he explained weakly.
Shuya nodded. "Pirates," he re-affirmed. "They come from the water at night, raid our stores and leave. The police have been quite ineffective at stopping them so I've been forced to take things into my own hands." He sat back down. "My guards here nearly mistook you for one of them. If it wasn't for that unusual costume of yours, they would have fired first."
"It wasn't my first choice," Mercury said as she regarded herself. "But I'm not entirely disappointed with it."
Shuya smiled that smile again. "No, I bet," he said in a low, oily voice. He changed tone quickly. "Forgive me for prying Sailor Mercury but I don't like to be associated with murderers-."
"Not good for business," Mercury finished.
"That too," Shuya agreed after a moment. "So what led you to my warehouse? Should I be concerned for my safety?"
"I'm merely a step ahead of the police investigation. A building I visited earlier was torched to the ground with me still in it. A building that was linked to a money-laundering racket. A building with your name on the deed," she explained.
Perhaps with an indirect threat of police presence on their way, Shuya would think twice about disposing of her. For the moment.
"Yes, I did hear about one of my properties being a target for arson," Shuya mused. "Honestly, I've not had a presence in there for some years. It is possible someone is using that to their advantage. I would dearly like to know who."
'What was he saying?' Mercury thought. 'Was he really trying to deflect blame?'
"It did look abandoned," she played along. "But there was a clear money trail leading to you."
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me how you came across this trail, are you?" Shuya asked, he was leaning in close. Mercury didn't say a word, avoided his gaze and looked straight forward, strong and defiant. She heard him snort in discontent. He pulled away and turned round. "Everyone out"
His men looked at him questioningly. "You heard me!" he snapped. "Everyone out!" Uncertain, they filed out one by one until Mercury was left alone with him. She tested her binds. Chains, 5 millimetre. Someone with the sheer brawn on Sailor Jupiter could maybe break them, but Mercury was not so strong. She looked at Shuya waited for him to say something.
Shuya removed a 9mm pistol from the back of his waistband. She flinched. Then he dejected the magazine and slid the chamber, allowing the loaded bullet to fall from the gun. "No guns." He pointed out as he lay his weapon and ammo on the table.
"I'll make you a deal, Sailor Mercury. You tell me what evidence you have that led you to investigate my warehouse and who knows your current whereabouts and in return not only will I let you live, I will tell you who killed your friend," Shuya stated his terms.
"You mean you will give me the name of a competitor you need taking care of," Sailor Mercury explained. Shuya smirked and turned away. "Mr Shuya, I may not have much dealings with Yakuza beyond your low-level pushers and enforcers, but I think I can guess what it takes to make it in this business. The evidence suggested a Yakuza assassination made out to look like suicide and I've been led to a Yakuza business front. My investigation has been in conjunction with the police and they know you are tied to all of this."
Shuya laughed. "I have been setup, and the justice you are seeking for your friend will be meaningless."
Before Shuya could say more, he was interrupted by a commotion outside. There was an outbreak of gun fire and then everything went silent. Shuya looked at Mercury, then grabbed his gun and magazine. He stormed out leaving Sailor Mercury alone. No sooner had the door shut had she activated her visor. She didn't have much time. She activated a new program she hadn't even tested yet. A user-interface that only relied on her eye co-ordination. In its first stages, the bugs were in the thousands, but she was able to activate her communicator remotely and then run the S.O.S protocol. Literally, with the blink of an eye, she activated her beacon and wished her visor away.
Next she had to work on getting out of her predicament. She focused her energy through her palms, intensifying the cold on her binds. This could take some time. She hoped whatever was happening outside, would take a while.
Somewhere across the city a signal was received. A signal indicating a sailor senshi was in trouble. The sister communicator repeated a familiar set of beeps. S.O.S. The blonde haired owner cracked her eyes open, rousing from her rest and groaned. A lazy hand reached out grabbed the device. She pulled herself up and forced herself to move. One of her friends was in trouble. She had to move.
Usagi looked around. She wasn't at home, she was at Mamoru's. No time to waste, she held her broach high and repeated familiar words in her head and the dark room filled with a brilliant white light.
Sailor Moon looked out into the night sky. Normally she could jump from Mamoru's window and land below without a scratch. Such was her strength as a senshi, but even in this transformed form, she felt drained. Her contact with that mystery man earlier sapped her ways she hadn't known. The feedback of energy that came from him was astonishing. Whoever he was, she would have to worry about later. Ami was waiting. She took the stairs.
Four floors was descended in no time as Sailor Moon took great leaps down the steps, several at a time. She almost lost her footing and crashed into the wall a couple of times as her vision started to blur. Each time, she stopped to steady herself. Finally, she exited the building and into the unoccupied road, she looked to her communicator for a direction and then looked up to get her bearings.
Standing in the middle of the road not twenty feet from her was a man. He was glowing a pale blue and his eyes were overshadowed as he avoided directly looking at her. Matsui Chiyu looked like a demon as he walked towards her, not saying a word.
The door to her prison was violently thrown open and Shuya Taka almost fell through as he was forced by a large thug holding him by the neck of his jacket. The other hand of this man had a gun trained on him. Another three men Sailor Mercury had not seen yet filed through, each holding an assault rifle of some description. Finally, a well-dressed man with slick hair swanned through with a proud smile.
"So this is the senshi," he said unimpressed. "You've done well Taka."
"Kumoni," Shuya growled.
"What? I'm merely tying up loose ends and she is one of them," Kumoni Ken replied. "I'm sorry it has to end this way, but I'll take good care of your operations from now on."
Shuya didn't say a word. He looked to the ground and seemed to reflecting on his own demise. This seemed to be the way things go in the gangs. The strong dominate the weak and become stronger still. Shuya Taka's time in organised crime was done. Kumoni Ken focused his attention on Sailor Mercury now. It would seem her time was up and she hadn't broken her binds yet. He pulled a pistol from his suit jacket and started to level it at her.
"Is it me, or is it a little cold in here?" He asked. No one answered. It hadn't sunk in to any newcomer. Suddenly, Mercury's handcuffs snapped. Before anyone could react, she broke free from her chair and rushed Kumoni. Four guns trained on her but refused to fire on her and the Yakuza boss for fear of hitting the wrong target.
Kumoni Ken responded by hulking down and meeting the tackle. He stopped Mercury dead in her tracks. She looked up at him with wide eyes. In her senshi form, she had enhanced strength that surpassed most body builders. She gasped "but you can't-."
He stood up in his response brought his arm across his chest and released a back-handed slap that knocked her off her feet and across the room with monstrous speed. She crashed through the corrugated concrete that made the external wall of the room. It was thin but it was still concrete. She crashed to the ground in a courtyard and stayed in a heap, reeling from the pain.
Kumoni looked at her from inside and straightened his suit. "Pick her up," he ordered casually.
As Matsui Chiyu lumbered towards Sailor Moon, she felt fatigue take her and fell back a step, she retreated to a crouch.
"Leave her alone!" Another voice shouted. Tuxedo Kamen appeared from the shadows of Tokyo city and delivered a flying kick across the torso of Matsui Chiyu. The young man was batted away like a ball by the ferocious strength of a super human protecting his beloved. He crashed and rolled away.
Tuxedo Kamen kneeled by Sailor Moon and gave her a re-assuring smile. "Are you OK Usako?" he asked softly. She nodded meekly. He handed her the unconscious form of Luna. "She's out cold, but otherwise I think she's OK. Will you take care of her whilst I take care of him?"
"Luna!" Sailor Moon gasped and clutched her feline companion to her bosom. Tuxedo Kamen moved away to confront Chiyu. "Mamo-kun, wait!
"He's out of control," Kamen explained. "I have to stop him."
Chiyu got up from where he stopped, apparently unhurt. Whatever powers he had, protected him form the brunt of Kamen's attack and he was coming for more. Usagi was definitely his target. The blue hue increased in intensity. Chiyu looked to a nearby dumpster and reached out to it. With the sheer will of his mind, he lifted the full laden metal container and launched it at Tuxedo Kamen.
The sharply dressed Terran Prince flicked his cane about his person. It flexed and stretched, defying the laws of physics. He slashed about his own midsection and then up from his feet to his head. Impossibly, the round, blunt walking instrument cut the dumpster in half and half again. The pieces falling harmlessly about the road.
'He's telekinetic!' Tuxedo Kamen thought to himself. Suddenly, Chiyu's strange and frightening power made sense. He could train objects to his will and create force where none ought to exist.
"What's your business with the Princess?" Chiyu demanded.
"I might ask you the same," Kamen growled and unleashed a volley of red roses. Chiyu used his powers to stop them but it gave Kamen enough time to close the distance between them. He bawled his left hand into a fist a swung for Chiyu. Chiyu used his powers to stall the blow with one hand and thrust towards Kamen's midsection with his other hand. His open palm did not connect but something struck Tuxedo Kamen, knocked him back. He threw his weight backwards, rolled and put space between him and Chiyu, he put his defences up expecting a follow up strike but it didn't come.
Chiyu stood several feet from him, breathing heavy. It looked as though he was assessing his opponent, the environment and what could be used in a fight. Tuxedo Kamen prepared for another exchange, readying to lunge at Chiyu when Usagi as Sailor Moon put herself between the two.
"Stop! Both of you please!" She pleaded. Tuxedo Kamen felt his heart leap into his throat as she made herself a wide open target for Chiyu and there was nothing he could do to stop an attack.
"Usa! No!" He shouted. He almost didn't notice Chiyu wish away his blue aura. The telekinetic stood down himself. Tuxedo Kamen was dumbstruck
"Are you Princess Serenity, daughter to Queen Serenity of the moon?" Chiyu asked
"I am," Sailor Moon replied. Her voice waivered some, fatigue evident in her tone. "Who are you?"
"We've never been properly introduced," Chiyu replied. Unexpectedly he bowed. "My name is Matsui Chiyu, former General to the Silver Moon Armies and servant to the Moon Kingdom."
Sailor Mercury stayed in the heap she had collapsed in. The pain now running through her head and spine prevented her from doing anything else. She took in shallow, panicked gulps of air and fought to breathe in and out. Colours ran across her vision indicating she likely had a concussion. He struggle to breath regularly plus the sharp pain down one side of her midsection said broken rib. Or two. She considered herself lucky.
How had the newcomer overpowered her like that? No man possessed that kind of strength. He couldn't be a man. She didn't register the footsteps of two men coming to stand either side of her. They grabbed her from under the arm and hoisted her up. New pain ripped through her body. Her voice screamed inside her head from it all but her body could only manage a short, inward gasp. They dragged her across the dirt, her legs scraping along the concrete below.
She was brought before Kumoni Ken, he looked down on her with a sneer. Before he looked a slight man who revelled in his victory despite relying on the paid for muscle and guns he had brought with him. Now he seemed a giant. Tall, powerful and domineering. His confident sneer resembled a shark and just for her benefit, Sailor Mercury could have sworn his eyes glimmered red for a moment.
"Now, who else knows you're here?" He demanded in a clam tone. He raised her chin with his finger gently. She whimpered. "Speak up now."
It was hard to speak. "My friends," she said in a hoarse voice.
"Are they coming?" Ken pushed. Mercury didn't answer immediately. His gentle cradle turned vicious as he whipped his hand to the top of her head and grabbed her by her hair. She let out a cry of shock, her eyes squinted shut. "Answer me." He ordered.
She remained resolutely silent, biting through the pain. The mystery of whether or not she was alone was the only thing keeping her alive and she dare not give up any of her friends coming to her rescue. She just needed more time. She made a silent prayer to no one in particular someone was coming and that someone was nearby.
Nearby a prayer to no one in particular was being answered. Sailor Venus rushed about the streets focusing intently on her communicator as it relayed, by pitch and pulse, her proximity to a senshi in trouble. She didn't know the circumstances, she didn't know who. She just knew a friend was in trouble, and that was reason enough to charge as fast as she could towards the heightening shrill her communicator was becoming.
"General?" Tuxedo Mask exclaimed. "What is this? If you're a friend of the Moon Kingdom, why did you attack me? And Usako?" He demanded.
Chiyu looked at him quizzically. "It was you who attacked me whilst I was hospitalised, I was defending myself. And the Princess."
"That's my job," Mask growled, putting himself defiantly between Sailor Moon and Chiyu.
"I don't understand," Chiyu replied looking to Sailor Moon for answers. "Who are you to the Princess?"
"Never you mind," Mask replied curtly. "Protecting Sailor Moon will be left to me and the senshi. We don't need you."
"Enough, please. Both of you," Sailor Moon interrupted. She placed a hand on her beloved's shoulder. "Sailor Mercury activated her emergency beacon, we have to go help her." Another bout of dizziness washed over her and she had to lean on Tuxedo Mask. He turned to catch her. She stood resolute again in a second and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. We must go help Ami." She said gently.
"You're still too weak, you can barely stand," Tuxedo Mask insisted.
Chiyu watched. Sailor Moon looked worlds apart from a figure he suddenly remembered across a millennia. And yet it was clearly Princess Usagi that stood in front of him. When they connected, a surge of energy ran through him, something awakened and he remembered everything in an instant. A whole life of memories over lapped the memories of his life here on Earth and it overwhelmed him in a split second. It was possible, as his memories returned, his inherited abilities returned and they flooded out without any control. Did he weaken her that much, could he have attacked the man in the tuxedo without provocation whilst unconscious?
"Send me," Chiyu volunteered. The other two regarded him for a moment.
"Not a chance," Tuxedo Kamen answered.
Sailor Moon threw her communicator to Chiyu. "The beeping will get higher and quicker the nearer you get." She explained. Before Tuxedo Kamen could protest he put a finger to his lips. "I know this man and I trust him."
Chiyu clutched the communicator to his chest and gave a curt bow. A moment later he was running from the scene, a feint blue aura surrounding him. He flipped open Sailor Moon's communicator. It started slow and deep, like a calm heartbeat. He had far to go.
Kumoni Ken was starting to show a nasty temper with every second Mercury refused to co-operate. So far he hadn't gotten much more physical. Presumably he didn't want her dead until he knew exactly what she knew but that would only protect her for so long. If only she could divert his attention. Shuya was still in the room. Maybe.
She turned and looked at him. Then in a weak and broken voice. "You promised-," Kumoni turned her gaze back to him cutting her off. He glared at her then to Shuya who was looking as small and as neutral as possible.
"Making deals with senshi, are we?" he asked. He let go of Sailor Mercury and stalked a new prey. "Come on Taka, tell us what sort of offers you been making these little whores!" He grabbed Shuya by his jacket. "Come on, sing you little prick," Kumoni grinned menacingly. "I'll just find out from your boys eventually."
Shuya shot Ken a dark look. "Oh yeah, I know all about your operations and dealings, got my own snitches. But why bother spreading them around the entire city when I can just use your network to do all the spying for me. A little bird tells me your gearing up for war against me, right? Think you could take me on?" He shoved Shuya to the floor. "First you and your operations up and down the coast. And before he knows what's happened, the old man. I'll be the new muscle in this district. The others wouldn't dare try make a move on me. I'm moving up Taka, the new order." He gloated in the room.
"Bullshit," Shuya said. "You don't have the manpower."
Kumoni bent low and gave a dangerous smile. His eyes glinted red for a split second. "I find the phrase manpower an underused one these days. What I lack in numbers I make up for in tenacity and resilience."
At that second, the lights went out. Several shouts of confusion echoed around the warehouse. Shuya shuffled away from Kumoni. He knew the back up generator would bring lights back in few seconds and that was his window to get away.
Sailor Mercury in the meantime, used the distraction to make for the exit her body created just minutes ago. Her chest and back racked with agony and her arms clung about her sides as if her body would fall apart if she didn't. Her legs however were just about the only thing that didn't complain. She was just steps away from freedom.
"Don't let the Sailor whore get away!" Kumoni barked. Someone moved in her way, blocking the cavity. So close. And then, behind him, a flash of white and yellow. Instinct kicked in, she put on the brakes and started to twist away to one side. The goon in front of her was shoved forward and thrown to the ground.
The lights came back on, everyone but the newcomer squinted to focus.
"VENUS LOVE ME CHAIN!"
An arc of brilliant golden light raced from the palm of Sailor Venus, now standing on a confused yakuza henchman, flew round the back of two more and Kumoni Ken and wrapped itself around another. It cackled as it made contact with skin causing them all to cry out. With a grunt of effort and two hands, Sailor Venus whipped the chain to one side and threw every armed man with Kumoni to one side and into the nearby wall. As she let go, the chain dissipated. As quickly as she had appeared, she kneeled down, put Mercury's arm over her shoulder and carried her out the hole whilst all was still chaos inside the room.
Outside, she lay Mercury down. "What happened?"
"That man," Mercury groaned her warning. "He's not human."
"The one in the middle, is he in charge here?" the blonde questioned quickly. She slung a backpack from behind her. "I've got that medkit you made me. What do you need?"
Mercury stole a breath as her vision started to go out of focus again. "I need to stay awake," she slurred. "Concussion."
Venus gently shook her by the body. "Hey! Wake up!" she gently slapped Mercury about the cheek a few times. "Come on Mercury." Sailor Mercury came about, the physical sensation bringing her about. "Here take some water." A water bottle was brought tenderly to Mercury's lips. Venus looked about for somewhere that offered better cover, they were far too in the open.
"Sailor Venus," Sailor Jupiter had arrived and Mars filed in behind her. "What's the deal?"
"Mercury's hurt," Venus reported. "I think she has a concussion."
Jupiter tightened her hands into fists at the answer, a snarl etching across her features. "Any idea who did this?" she questioned looking for someone to return the favour on.
"A mob boss inside," Venus told her. "Be careful! Mercury said someone isn't human, we could be talking negaverse agent." She added in warning.
"Perfect!" Jupiter said walking off. Youma weren't as fragile as the average human and she needed her next punching bag to stand and take some punishment. "You coming Mars?"
"Absolutely," Mars snarled.
The two senshi prowled towards the building with deadly glares and left Venus to tend to Sailor Mercury. The blonde looked beyond the fence guarding the warehouse. Outside the perimeter was definitely a preferred option to take of her friend. "Come on Mercury, we'll let those two take care of the goon squad." She picked her friend up and carried her from the scene.
Taka Shuya quickly located his crew. They had been herded into the holding cell he had made for his own intruders in the basement. Ken must have thought he could turn his boys after disposing of their current boss. They all looked to the door as it swung open and Shuya stepped through with a huge duffel bag in tow. He dropped the bag to the floor and opened it. A dangerous, dark metallic gleam came from within, revealing several shotgun barrels.
"Kumoni is still upstairs," he explained. "He's moving in on everyone. That rat bastard and his crew doesn't live beyond tonight."
He took a shotgun himself and walked off not checking whether or not his boys would follow. He knew they would. Kumoni had shown what he was capable of tonight. Now Shuya would do the same and if a senshi got in between. Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
Stepping through the maw recently created by Mercury, Sailors Jupiter and Mars gauged the five men in the room. "Alright, which one of you scumbags is in charge here?" Jupiter demanded.
Four men armed with fully automatic rifles looked at the two girls bewildered by their confidence, given the situation. A rather amused Kumoni straightened his tie. "That would be me," he said with a cocky grin. Jupiter stepped right up to him and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket.
"Then you're first," she growled.
"My, my," Kumoni said laughing. "Are you sure you take the five of us on by yourselves."
"Four guys and one youma is nothing we can't handle," Jupiter told him.
"Oh, well how about five youma then?" Kumoni answered with a question. He snapped his fingers and his four henchmen all screamed in pain. Each doubling over and grabbing their heads. Then, in front of the two senshi, they transformed into hulking, lizard like beasts. Their cracked skin ranging from dirty grey to jungle green. As Jupiter watched, distracted, Kumoni raised both his arms inside hers and broke her grip by lifting them up and out. He followed up with a monstrous uppercut that sent Jupiter hurtling into Mars and both fell to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. The two senshi recovered to find four gargantuan grunts ready to crush them.
"Try not to make too much of a mess," Kumoni sneered. "I'm going to make sure Shuya ceases breathing privileges."
He turned and exited via the proper door to hunt down Taka Shuya. Four of his drones versus two senshi, he was more than confident of his chances. As he closed the door behind him, he heard the click of a safety being lifted and imminently aware of a pistol being aimed at him.
"Don't move," Detective Rosa ordered.
"I'm just about getting sick of these interruptions," Kumoni growled. Before Rosa could say anything else, Kumoni began to morph, his skin turning fire red and charged the detective.
A/N: Hey guys! If you're reading this, then you've been sticking with me so far and thanks a bunch! Yeah, ok things have gone somewhat sideways here but trust me this was always the plan. Please leave a review!
In a rare bout of manners, I will do what I should have done a long time ago and respond to my reviews; Duck-Go-Aflack! Thanks for your continued support all this time! And in response to your question. I haven't decided or rather settled on that- certainly after R. I wanted to keep this contained for now. Soon enough this story and sequels (there are more crazy concoctions in my head) will be filling up with characters copyrighted and original, I didn't want too many in this just now! Later though.