Darkness.

An Improfanfic created by Insanity Productions head, Rick Spiff


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Disclaimer: What, an original work?!! Shock! Horror! The characters
introduced in this chapter have been tortu--er, created by Rick Spiff.

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It was a pleasant and sunny day at school, a day for frolicking and fun
and yes - sadly - studying. The students attending this private school
didn't mind that much, as they had plenty of time between classes and
homework to go outside and enjoy it.

And that was probably why he had to show up.

Of course, this was not a school without it's minor problems; students
getting harassed at gunpoint, the occasional fight that ended up in a
twisted, broken and bloody body with limbs at unnatural angles. Being a
school filled with rich and important kids, this wasn't uncommon. But
the definition of the word 'fight' was about to be readjusted.

At first, all that could be seen was the ship. A tiny, silent speck in
the distance, like a mark upon the very sky. No one took notice of it at
first, but as the minutes ticked by, it became rapidly apparent that
this was no mere stain upon the heavens, but a ship. A ship bearing loud
engines and a shiny transparent cockpit. A ship outfit with all types of
odd gadgets and funny antennae. The sleek black hull was unmarred,
having no markings to identify who owned or built it.

Inside the cockpit, Trevor Henji examined his options. He'd had a long
ride, and one not too comfortable, without the Acceleration Compensators
on. But at least he was able to sleep on the way over, and was ready for
action. Now.

With the ship stopped, he could drop the landing gear, but smashing up
the this neat open spot filled with luscious green didn't appeal to
him. There was nowhere conveniently nearby he could make a full landing,
and he didn't want to anyway, there was a quick launch to consider if
things got ugly.

Trevor sighed. Things _always_ got ugly; he had his father's luck.

With little further thought, he inverted the craft and hit the 'hold'
button, which would conserve fuel, make less noise, and hopefully not
kill the grass. When the engines went from roaring to humming, he opened
the cockpit and hit the harness release, somersaulting as he dropped to
land on his feet.

In a glace, he took in the campus from ground level. The place was huge
- at least a full square mile in size, enormous for a Japanese school -
and was basically one large park with dozens of separate, lightly
colored buildings. Several large buidings surrounded an athletic field
to the north. What fit for a science building was directly in front of
him, flanking a large garden at the east part of the school. The
cafeteria was south of his location, and a smattering of other buildings
circled the western part of the estate; probably the dorms.

"This could be bad, real bad." He said under his breath. The students
milling around him all looked like Japanese school students (not
surprising, considering he _was_ in Japan). Being half-Japanese himself,
he supposed he could kinda blended in, to some extent, but he did stand
a full head taller than the kids around him, and had long ago graduated
high school.

"I'm looking for... oh, never mind, he'd never use his real name
here. I'll just look for him."

"Um, who?" Asked a girl behind him.

He turned to look at her over his shoulder. She was a tall for the
grouping she was in, a little shorter than him. She had blond hair
(blond! In Japan!), wide green eyes (green! What country was he in?!),
and wore a school uniform with a short skirt, heavy emphasis on the
'short' part.

"A very bad man." Trevor replied, still looking at her over his
shoulder. "A man I need to stop and bring to justice. Think of me as a
kind of police man." Maybe he should've said 'bounty hunter'. Too late
now, in any case.

"I'll just go look for him, thanks." He closed the cockpit with his
remote and walked off in a random direction. He could feel his target on
approach, but his arrival had been sensed (as usual) and now there was
no signal to follow. Forunately, his target had to be within a few
hundred meters and couldn't move very quickly without alerting his
ki-sense. It would be a real pain if the bastard had chosen to hide
inside one of the buildings. Trevor didn't like breaking in and it
wasn't likely the officials would just let whoever without any I.D.
whatsoever root through their school.

Well, things could be worse, he mused. I could be dead.

And then a steel I-beam, eight inches across and made of solid steel,
slammed into his gut like a shot from a cannon. The force of the blow
completely knocked the wind out of him, cracked several ribs, and
flinging him into a concrete wall across the walkway. The stone-like
wall of the building gave way with a noise like great stones smashing
into one another, the concrete shattering all about him and shrouding
his form in a hail of stone flakes and concrete dust. He didn't have his
eyes open yet, but he didn't need them to fight. Yet.

A small ball of white-hot energy formed quickly in his hand, which he
bent down and placed above the ground with his palm facing downward.
Just before the I-beam pounded into the wall behind him like an eight
hundred pound nail, he detonated the ball of energy. It let exploded
like a small bomb, blasting him straight up like a rocket and away from
the huge metal spike that he could've been impaled on.

"You aren't playing fair, Daimon!" He shouted.

A voice sprang from the direction of the first attack, still on the
ground. "I don't have to play fair, brother dear, I'm a fighter, not a
whiner!"

"Coulda fooled me." Grunted Trevor as he hit the ground running. After a
he had covered a few dozen meters (and run up against the wall of what
looked like a gymnasium), Trevor turned around to face his opponent,
taking up a loose ready stance. Daimon came walking out of the
still-settling cloud of debris, slowly.

"So, brother dear, we meet again."

"As they say; another day, another dime."

"You really should just join me, you know."

"I have to admit, I've thought about it before, but you aren't fit to
lead an anthill, Daimon." Trevor sneered.

"I'd like to hear that rhetoric on the homeworld, brother. It didn't
work to well against T'Lhik and his destroyers, now did it."

Trevor's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury. "No..." he ground
out. "It most certainly did not. But that's in the past, and I'm
dealing. Besides, this isn't T'Lhik's deal, Daimon. This is about you
and I and our mission."

"FUCK THE MISSION, brother. I think we can find a... different place. A
better place. A place worthy of our presence."

"Worthy? You fucking ingrate, you make me sick!"

"HAVE AT THEE!" Daimon shrieked. Trevor made a leap, straight into sky,
the very air about him shimmering like living fire. Daimon lept in
similar fashion, hands extended like the claws of some great beast,
fixing to rake his fingers across his opponent's face. Trevor held his
body in a guarding position, prepared to launch any of a dozen viscous
attacks against Daimon as the distance between closed like a bullet
flying towards its target.

They crossed in the air with a concussion of blows, like two sticks of
dynamite exploding directly into one another. Light and heat poured off
of each for the fraction of a second they held their place in the air.
Then, the went flying in opposite directions, clearly favoring a few
light wounds. Daimon fired a blast of purple energy back at Trevor, who
ducked slightly, letting the blast miss his head by mere inches. They
both landed easily on their feet, this time on the roofs of the two
opposite buildings, staring back each other across open space, smoke
clouding the air.

Without a second thought, they lept again, to meet in the air with
another resounding clash; the battle joined.

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When the first clash had resounded through the arts building, Sueko
Munashi had thought a bomb went off nearby. Ridiculous! Countered her
reasonable side. No such weapons would be used on school property. No
one had any reason to... yet.

Well, she had better go see what had happened anyway. Besides, she had a
lunch date with Usagi planned and everything, and it wouldn't do to miss
it.

By the time she had made it outside, Sueko had identified the sound of
several other booms similar to the first, but was totally unprepared for
the sight that greated her. Two figures, whreathed in flames colored
only as she had seen in fireworks, were fighting by leaping at least
twenty meters into the air and slamming into each other in a blur. With
every concussive strike, the seemed to move through an incredibe number
of martial arts moves, though neither really looked to be gaining the
upper hand. For a moment, she gazed in fascination at the two forms, who
went about fighting, pretty much completely ignoring the large crowd
gathered below. The sound of someone clearing their throat during a
'lull' in the combat caught Sueko's attention.

Sueko turned around to see Usagi Hitasura standing behind her, watching
only Sueko herself with those large red eyes.

"Hello, Usagi. I know this sounds like a wierd question, but do you know
why those two are fighting?"

"I haven't a clue, Sueko. It seems one of them just arrived in that
spaceship and they started fighting." Sueko's gaze followed Usagi's
pointing finger to see the large grey object floating over the
ground. She squinted, looking for landing gear or some other kind of
support, but didn't see any.

"Okay." Sueko commented. "Let's let them fight it out. I'm hungry." An
electric buzz sounded in the air, tweeking the hairs on the back of her
neck, followed by the sound of the equipment shed collapsing into a pile
of dust. "Ah... and if there's any school left when we're done eating,
we can ask around."

"Sounds like a plan." Usagi said, no indication she cared in the least
about what Sueko had been saying.

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Trevor was slowly gaining the upper hand, as he slammed a flaming knee
into Daimon's stomach. His brother went flying back a few meters from
the force of the blow, but Trevor didn't persue. Catching himself on his
feet, Daimon snarled something incoherint and flung a white-hot energy
blast at Trevor with a mild flick of his wrist. Trevor dodged easily,
then charged up a massive amount of golden ki in one hand, delicately
staying out of range as Daimon took a moment to recover.

He was breathing hard, air hissing in and out between his loosely
clenched teeth. His arms were tired but not yet slowing him down, and
his right eye was starting to give out from a nasty blow to his temple
Daimon had sneaked through his defense. Daimon was clutching his right
arm, which was virtually useless now, and when he landed on the ground,
was clearly favoring his right knee. Trevor had taken the time to kick
it out in a particularly vicious manner.

Just as Daimon seemed to pause, Trevor felt the temperature in the air
rise sharply. He narrowed his eyes as Daimon jumped straight at him,
parallel to the ground. Trevor blocked with both arms, bouncing his
brother back, then launched a blind kick, trying for Daimon's stomach.
His foot met open air. Daimon was above him, his right fist pulled back
in preparation to fire a blast into Trevor's face at point blank range.
Trevor took a split-second to smirk before unleashing the ki in his hand
right in front of Daimon's nose. Just before the explosion flung his
sibling away, Trevor could clearly see the look of surprise on Daimon's
face as the ball of energy exploded like a minature supernova right in
front of him.

He waited until the dust finished settling, then saw Daimon's still body
on the ground. A quick inspection showed the trouble-maker was still
breathing, which was good, and no ki meant he was probably unconscious,
which was great, but Trevor didn't feel like celebrating.

Ever since Daimon had slaughtered their parents like pigs and started
his trip around the world as a mass-murderer, Trevor had spent all his
waking hours focusing on only one thought: Capture or kill his brother.
Now, they hadn't fought much as childen, he supposed that they argued no
more than normal siblings, and apart from their downright frightening
martial arts skills, they were pretty ordinary. In an ordinary world,
he'd be out on his own and Daimon would be rotting in some jail cell
awaiting trial.

But no, thanks to fate - to his father's luck, primarily - Daimon was
able to easily escape the clutches of local law enforcement, which left
his capture up to Trevor and basically no one else. Spending all his
time concentrating on killing his own brother was taxing. It was like
playing a four person game of scrabble with only one person, for years
on end. Sooner or later, he had honestly felt that he would crack. The
defeat of his brother had been the turning point in this chase. It would
be his moment of glory and justice, that moment he could finally let go
completely and began to heal; began to stop hating and being so
judgmental and paranoid.

He had to stop trying to beat the perfect killer his brother had become
before he finally wallked down the same path.

As Trevor realized that he had finally won, finally knocked his brother
unconscious, with the means to hold him indefinitely well within range,
the feeling he got was not the elation or resolution that he had
expected, but the long sigh of the exhausted, of a man at the end of his
rope, just looking up from a task he had bent his entire life to. As a
man waking from a deam, just to learn what he has wasted his life on.

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"Hey, looks like that little scuffle is over, Usagi." Sueko commented,
munching away at her lunch.

"I heard it involved Kunou-sempai."

"That mean bastard? I'm not surprised. But what's with the threatrics?"

"No one has ever seem or heard of him, but he does look a lot like
Kunou-sempai, so he might be his brother."

"Kunou's brother shows up and both of them start hurlting balls of
lightning around. This has 'interesting' written all over it in big
glowing kanji!" Sueko said, a gleam in her eye. With her average looks,
the youngest child of the Munashi clan had taken up a hobby of finding
out what was going on around the school. This new business wasn't
upsetting, but it did present a challenge. As far as she knew, Senkai
didn't even have a brother. And she'd distinctly heard that new guy
calling him 'Daimon', which was an English name, if she remembered
right.

Then again, Senkai _did_ look at least partly English.... Interesting.

"Hey, Usagi."

"Hmm?"

"Do you catch the name of our new arrival?"

"Kunou-sempai called him 'Trevor.' Why?"

Ah-ha! "Definitely English. So, they're brothers are they?"

"They do look alike."

"Viddy interesting." Sueko said, complete with proper accent and a
mile-wide smile. The effect was... disturbing.

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After dragging Daimon back to his holding cell on the ship, Trevor
unzipped the top to his (now ruined) flight suit, and grabbed lunch from
the cockpit. Since no school officials had come around to bug him yet,
and Daimon was safely on ice, he figured he would have time for a snack
before he started explaining all this and found a way to pay for the
damages.

However, following the history of his family, what happened next was
anything but what he expected.

"Hello!"

Trevor looked up from lunch - an MRE his father had assured him would at
least be edible though not palatable, though he was beginning to doubt
those words - and into a pair of sharp brown eyes that reminded him of
the accusing gaze of a cat for some reason. The eyes were part of an
average-looking girl, maybe fifteen years of age, with light brown hair
done up in a pair of pigtails. She looked small but determined, a
strange sight with her friend towering over her from behind. The second
girl was considerably taller than the first, with big red eyes and dark
hair with an almost imperceptible green tint to it.

He blinked once. "Me?"

"Of course." Said the girl. "What's your name?"

"Umm, Trevor. Trevor Henji. What's yours?"

"Well, while we're at this, I'm Sueko Munashi, and this is Usagi
Hitasura, my best friend. What are you doing here anyway?"

Trevor looked blankly at them both for a minute, lost in thought.
Finally, he started snickering.

"What's so funny?" Pressed Sueko.

"Sorry, I - he he - learned Japanese - he, aheh - in an unusual way. I
was just thinking of what your names mean." Usagi scowled the scowl of
the Righteous One who has been Wronged, but somehow it didn't reach her
face entirely.

"That _isn't_ funny." Sueko said hotly.

"Gomen. No, really. I'm not trying to make offense, it's just... ah,
never mind. What was your question again?" He asked Sueko.

"What are you doing here?"

Trevor looked around the open field. Maybe he could weasel his way out
of this smoothly. "Eating lunch?" From her frown, that smart-ass
response was not the proper way to answer Miss Munashi's
questions. "Just picking up my brother,"

"So, he is your brother." Sueko turned to Usagi. "Senkai never said he
had a brother."

"Senkai?" Trevor interrupted.

"Hai. The student you just beat up and sent to the nurses office is
Senkai Kunou, of the Kunou family. He never said he had a-"

"He didn't. Senkai Kunou and most of the Kunou family is dead. That
boy's real name is Daimon Henji. He's my brother."

"Care explaining?" Asked a confused Sueko.

"Not entirely, but I can give you the short version later." Sueko and
Usagi turned their Double Glare Attack on him. Usagi's was mildly
annoying, but Sueko's was like salt in a open wound. Trevor visible bent
back under their assault. "Or right now, if that suits you."

"Sure," The girls sat down, thankful for the pleasant shade Trevor's
ship offered. Sueko made a mental note to ask him about that thing
later.

"Daimon and I are faternal twins. He's the older one, by an hour. We're
both Canadian nationals, but we're half Japanese, one quarter Quebecois,
and one quarter Italian. When we were about six, an alien came down to
earth, persued by a band of mercenaries or bounty hunters of some kind.
He beat them all up, but it took a while, and he accidently wandered
into Dad's store looking for supplies to fix his spaceship. Our parent's
let him stay with us for a while. It took him ten years to fix his ship.
As payment, he left this bad boy." Trevor pointed at the craft humming
above. "Actually, he left two of them."

"Excuse me," Sueko said, interrupting.

"Yes?"

"You're parents let an alien stay _in_ your _house_ for ten YEARS?!"

"Dad has always had this really bad luck. It led to a lot of adventures,
but it also caused a lot of problems. Mom married him because she wanted
the adventure part. Aliens boarding in our house was just par for the
course for him, I guess. Anyway, the guy was very human-looking, and a
bit secretive. As I was saying, he left two ships behind and a pile of
really advanced stuff for my mother and father. During his stay, he
trained my brother and I to be some real kick-ass fighters, even gave us
the two ships - when we were old enough, that is."

"So this alien guy is who taught you two how to throw that fire?"

"It's unstable, concentrated 'electroplasm.' A physical manefestation of
electrical energy focused by our nervous system. Its our Ki, our spirit,
but only the physical half. Most humans have an nominal amount of
electricity in their system, although most only use about one millionth
of what they can safely draw. Special training can teach a person to use
more. Daimon and I are about a billion times as powerful as a normal
person."

Sueko nodded, taking in the information. "You can do a lot of crazy
stuff with that."

"Heh. Yeah, throwing blasts is just the beginning. It can be used to
melt things, burn out electronics, form shields, find animals, detect
heartbeats, even flying, if you're up to it. But the more advanced stuff
takes years of training to even grasp the basics. Anyway, where was I?"

"The alien and blowing stuff up."

"Okay. Marcus - the name the alien had chosen for himself - left when we
were sixteen, which was about five years ago. Right before he left, he
took each of us aside, one at a time. I'll probably never know what he
told Daimon, but he told me..." Trevor paused, looking up to the sky.
"He told me a lot. Mostly he told me to be careful. Told me to remember
to be honest to myself and do what I felt was right." He sighed. "Daimon
just flipped nine months ago. He killed Mom and Dad, almost killed me,
stole both ships and went on a rampage. He caused an earthquake in
California, the US, that killed over a million people. Hell, it wasn't
even an earthquake at that, he just fired one massive ki blast that
leveled the city."

"So you followed him?"

"Dad made an excellent living making high quality furniture. I had
enough money to give chase. He's been getting sloppy, careless. I've
gotten better. Stronger. Faster. More skilled. I don't know what's wrong
with him, but I intended to either turn him over to someone who can
really help him, or kill him outright. He's done too much, and he's
already too powerful to just fork over to the police. Heck, they've
already arrested him four times and he just heals up, kills a few
prisoners and cops, then blasts his way out."

A long tableu of silence followed as Trevor finished his lunch, tears
threatening his eyes. Behind him, Sueko's hand creeped into her bookbag,
fingering the 9mm pistol resident there.

After finishing his meal, Trevor looked at his lunch 'companions' once
more before packing his gear back into his ship. About midway through,
Sueko tapped him on the arm.

"Yes?"

"Where do you think you're going?"

Trevor started. There was a clear and dangerous edge to her voice he was
sure wasn't there before. Carefully forcing his mind to relax and remain
as lucid as possible, he turned to face the girl, wiping his face of all
emotion. "Elsewhere. Why do you ask?"

"Why not stay here?"

"Strange question. As you can see, I'm probably not well wanted."

"I want you to stay." Trevor raised a single eyebrow. "Usagi and I think
you should at least get a good night's sleep." The smile that bloomed on
Sueko's face was beautiful, but something made him wary.

On second thought, what did he have to loose? "Sure. Haven't been to the
homeland yet anyway. Maybe I can play tourist for a few days after this
is taken care of."

"See, we even have a spare room - a ways away from ours of course - you
can stay in. It's settled!"

It was a credit to the big Canadian's willpower that he didn't scream
when he saw the look on her face to change to something distinctly
unpleasant, then vanish like a snowflake under a blowtorch. Something
was up....

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"No, I insist."

"I've already decided to stay, and I _need_ my _rest_, you said to
yourself!"

"Trevor Henji, this is a big night at our school, and I won't have you
ruining it for Usagi and I and our friends, okay?! Just enjoy it!!"

They were preparing to attend a small school party; something
dangerously familiar to a dance, but sounding more like a small
socialite meeting. Trevor had ground out little information during his
time being shuffled from one room on campus to the next while Sueko
talked down to the officials like she owned the place. With a few key
answers, Trevor had gathered that this whole school was a private
institution for the rich kids in Japan. Apparently there were also
several running rivalries between families that sometimes spilled over
into the general school population, but he was reasssured by Usagi that
'usually no one gets killed'.

In a sarcastic word, GREAT.

So now they were on their way to this mystery meeting through the
heavily shadded paths that criss-crossed the school grounds, towards a
building that looked to be built around the eighteen hundreds. Trees
covered the passage they walked upon, spread over with slowly decaying
leaves that crunched underfoot. There were trees on both sides, keeping
him from running away, as well, but leaving too many places that could
conceal an attacker.

Relax, Trevor! His mind shouted back. No one to hunt down anymore. Just
let go before you have a heart attack!

True, that was the voice of reason, but his instincts were still
chanting virtues of caution. He opted to walk between his two self-
appointed escorts, that way he would have a better chance of...
protecting them, yeah. He sighed wistfully. Life had suddenly gotten a
lot more complex. This was supposed to be easy, damnit!

"Trevor? Hello? Are you in there?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm okay. No one's trying to kill us, right?"

The first sound was rubber-soled shoes hitting concrete softly, the
second was a gun being cocked. The trio froze, hearing an unwanted
visitor immediately in front of them, their eyes straining to pick out
the form in the deeper darkness near the trees. A cultured voice came
from somewhere in the void, hollow and menacing.

"Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better turn than this. Thou
art a villain!" Bullets started flying. Trevor went one way, Sueko went
another, Usagi seemed to simply disappear as hot lead cut apart the
vegetation that was just behind them a minute ago.

The shots were following Sueko like a tracking device, ripping up
pavement on her feet, shredding bark in front of her face. She pulled a
compact Berreta from her purse and returned fire rapidly, most of her
shots going wide, finding no flesh in the shadows.

Trevor pulled to a stop crouched behind some low bushes, pushing his
senses to the limit. Shots were coming from withing the dark area -
which couldn't see worth a damn. Someone was shooting back, and moving
quickly. Usagi was nowhere to be seen - big surprise, she was a slight
presence when she was visible and you could hide a tractor-trailer rig
out here - but it was... no... yes, it was Sueko who was firing back.
Trevor's eyebrows made for the vertical again. So... she carried a gun.
This realization didn't have much of an impact on him. He tried again.
She CARRIES a GUN. Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. He decided to wait
and let her take care of the situation. It sounded like she knew what
she was doing, and he couldn't stop bullets.

Meanwhile, Usagi had taken to the trees. Rendered nearly invisible, she
had been trying to quietly locate the shooter by hearing, but the little
prick was moving around too much for her to get a lock on him. Trevor
had also disappeared from her sight, simply stepping into the shadows.
She had a suspicion he might be involved with whoever was shooting at
them, but he looked just as afraid of the bullets as the rest of them
did. Something didn't add up here.

Sueko continued firing back, careful to conserve her ammo, as she moved
around bush after bush trying to get a lock on her opponent. Being in
the shade of the trees made him impossible to see, but it also limited
the area he could move around in. Obviously he was new at this, she
could even hit him by pure luck and he'd be just as dead, so what was he
doing standing up and waltzing around in the middle of a gunfight. The
low light may have made him unnoticable to the eye, but that protection
wouldn't stop her bullets. She fired another volley around the side of
the bush, spraying from left to right rapidly. Then she rolled out from
behind her cover, keeping at low to the ground as possible. She heard a
curse from in the shadows, and raised her pistol. Then everything
happened at once.

Over the noise of Sueko trying to cut back the vegetation with that
damned automatic of hers, Usagi heard someone stumble. Right after her
friend let up, a curse followed, right at the same spot. Without a
second thought, she dropped out of the tree, her stilleto already palmed
and ready for action. Then Trevor came barging out of the bushes and
messed everything up.

He'd had bad days before. This was not, by any means, the worst in his
list of disasterous occasions, but he wasn't in a good mood at the
moment, and the thought of some psychopath trying to gun down his new
friends just made something snap inside of him. He felt the gunman
stumble, feeling the vibrations in the ground, then the man said
something outloud he didn't catch. He didn't follow it because he was
bolting from his cover, the wind whistling in his ears, to tackle the
man, who was lying on the ground?! Usagi was jumping down on to him, and
by the time Trevor realized this, it was too late. He slammed into
Usagi, sailing completely over his surprised target, just a clean shot
from Sueko's gun blasted the man's gun hand into a spray of red.

Usagi and Trevor tumbled into the opposite side of their mysterious
assassin's little hiding place, finding themselves in a pile of limbs,
almost blind in the darkness. "Damnit, damnit damnit." Quoted Trevor. He
was not prepared for the response.

"He gay in triumph, and Mercutio slain!
Away to Heav'n respective lenity,
And fire-ey'd Fury be my conduct now!
Now Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again
That late thou gav'st me, for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company.
Either thou or I or both must go with him."

He looked at Sueko, her cold eyes like two shining pieces of ice, her
face set with a tight, sadistic smile, and the massive handgun she held,
pointed right at the man's face. Trevor couldn't quite make out the
man's face, and didn't bother to look at it closely as Sueko pulled the
trigger for the final time, rendering the poor miscreant's brain matter
a new form of fertilizer.

"Okay..." He said, standing up. "That was... totally fucked up. Anyone
care to explain? Anyone?!"

"Hiroshi Tatsura. A member of the student council." Trevor yelped as he
heard Usagi's voice at his arm.

Sueko checked the clip on her gun and brushed some grass from the
shoulder of her uniform. "An annoying little shit with a vendetta. I
honestly didn't know that was his goldfish, but he used it as an excuse
to scoop up the price on my head, apparently."

"So, what does that have to do with anything.... And where does
Shakespeare figure in here?!!"

"I just like Shakespeare. Not Romeo and Juliet in particular, but..."

"And Mr. Hiroshi is trying to kill you, why?"

"I accidently killed his goldfish."

"And he's on the student council? And you pack a gun IN SCHOOL?!"

"Are you feeling stressed out, Trevor?"

"Don't 'Trevor' me! Are you some kind of assassin?"

"Well, not a shallow one. Usagi, take him back to his room. I have...
things to 'discuss' with the council."

"Hey, if I'm staying here, I very well need to hear about this."

"It doesn't concern you at all."

"And what about the gun?"

"I am an assassin. Most of the council is as well. Oh, and don't expect
us all to carry guns." With that she walked off.

"I don't beleive this."

"Why not?" Trevor only gasped slightly at the disturbing sound of
someone catching him completely off-guard. The last time someone caught
him like that, he was eight years old.

"Never mind, I need to get my beauty rest."

"Okay."

And with that, Usagi and Trevor started walking back the way they came,
both paying more attention to the utter blackness of the shadows
surrounding their path. Not that it would have done much good, as the
lighting had only deteriorated into something approximating absolute
night since their little gunfight. After a bit, Usagi actually asked a
question.

"Trevor-san, do you have anything against Shakespeare?"

"Well, not specifically, but I don't know a lot of his material well. I
thought about reading it, but... well, with recent events, I haven't
even had the chance to, really. I figure I will one day, but I don't
want thoughts of manical childhood assassins to be intimately associated
with his works when I do."

"Assassination and Shakespeare do not usually clash."

"Hmm, I guess you do have a point there, but Romeo and Juliet?"

"What of the play reminds you of violence now? Several people get killed
during the course of the story."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It is a tragedy, but why with all of this killing?
There's no greater purpose to high school students slaughtering one
another over pets and petty fueds!"

"They might say differently. And family honor plays a large role in many
of the disputes."

"Yeah, honor.... Well, I suppose Shakespeare did have a better grasp for
the indefinable thoughts in people's minds."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, after all that's happened, it just feels like par for the
course." He sighed. "I do remember one quote that... well, applies
perfeclty here. Shamefully, it's also from the same play."

"Which quote?"

"Affliction is enamor'd in thy parts,
And thou art wedded to Calamity."

"That is a good one."

"A year ago I would have said the same thing, but now it just strikes
too close to home."

"Do you remember the next line?"

Trevor's face hardened for a second as he focused. The worlds came with
mysterious ease. "Father, what news? what is the Prince's doom? What
Sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand that I yet know not?"

"Too familiar is my dear son with such sour company. I bring thee
tidings of the Prince's doom." Usagi said, continuing the lines.

"What less than doomsday is the Price's doom?"

"A gentler judgement vaish'd from his lips,
Not body's death but body's banishment."

"Ha! banishment! Be merciful, say 'death,'
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more, than death. Do not say 'banishment.'"

"Here from Verona art thou banished.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide."

"There is no world without Verona walls,
But Pergatory, torture, Hell itself.
Hence banished is banish'd from the world,
And world's exile is death. Then 'banished'
Is death misterm'd. Calling death 'banished'
Thou cut'st my head off with a golden ax
And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me."

"O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince,
taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law
And turn'd that black word 'death' to 'banishment.'
this is dear mercy and thou see'st it not."

"'Tis torture and not mercy. Heav'n is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in Heaven and my look on her,
But Romeo may not. More validity,
More honorable state, more courtship lives
In carrion flies than Romeo--they may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who e'en in pure and vestal modesty
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin,
But Romeo may not, he is bansihed.
Flies may do this but I from this must fly,
They are free men but I am banished.
And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
Hadst thou no poison mis'd, no sharp-ground knife,
No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
but 'banished' to kill me? 'Banished!'
O Friar, the damned use that word in Hell,
Howling attends it. How hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?" Trevor blinked. Where had that
come from. He had an photographic memory, but this was borderline
insane.

"Thou fond mad man, hear me a little speak."

"O thou wilt speak again of banishment."

"I'll give thee armor to keep off that word,
Adversity's sweet milk, Philosophy,
To comfort thee though thou art banished."

"Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
It helps not, it prevails not. Talk no more." He fairly shouted.

"O then I see that mad men have no ears." Usagi said, condemning.

"How should they? when that wise men have no eyes?"

"Let me dispute with thee of thy estate."

"Estate?"

"You do remember the rest, right?"

"Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
And hour but marry'd, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me and like me banished,
Then mightst thou speak--then mightst thou tear thy hair
And fall upon the ground as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave."

"Wow, I've never done that before with a total stranger."

Trevor raised an eyebrow. Usagi seemed to be showing more life than
before, he was sure of it. "Me neither. Very... interesting experience.
So, what about dinner?"

They wandered far across the campus to the dorm without incident, Usagi
relating to him her plans for a five-star feast to celebrate - a kind of
housewarming party. The possibility that he might stay beyond tomorrow
didn't fully impact on Trevor's waking mind until long after the next
morning....

TbC?

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Author's notes/Hey, get back here!

The author is nuts.

Wow! Damn, that was one hard starter. It's cool though, certainly the
wierdest thing I've yet to write, but thankfully not the worst.

Well, here's hoping this tale of Shakespeare-quoting, gun-toting
maniacal high school assassins and insane super-powered martial artists
does indeed go somewhere. I have a dozen ideas, but not one seems more
likable than the others.

Well, it ain't my problem now!

If you haven't read anything by Shakespeare (in its entirety), then you
are missing a grand literary genius at work. All the quotes in this
chapter are from 'Romeo and Juliet', so pretty much everybody that reads
this should be familiar with the play, but you really have to read it
about six times to completely understand it.

Okay, stats time. We have two (2) DBZ-esque martial artist ready to
pound each other into oblivion. They are brothers; one good, one evil.
We have two (2) girls, high school students and excellent killers. One
with a minor bi-polar personality disorder she takes medication for, the
other of such slight prescence she often slips under even Trevor's
guard.

Oh yeah, and that ship too, but I was gonna blow it up if I had more
time to devote to this fic. Well, I'm off to bash my brains out working
on my two (2) opuses of violence, death, insanity, and good clean fun,
so keep up with the writing!

After all, you wouldn't want me writing any more impros, would you?


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p.s. What those names mean in English (near as I can tell, anyway):

Sueko Munashi - youngest one, void (empty, vain, lost) [The Lost Child]

Usagi Hitasura - rabbit, nothing but (earnestly) [Most Definitely the
Rabbit]

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