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His name was Ikiji Murasashi, son of one of the greatest pokemon masters in history. He dreamed of following in his father's footsteps. On his eighth birthday, he received his very first pokemon: a Pichu named Matsuko. With encouragement from his father, and thoughts of his sister, who was already well on her way to fame, Ikiji was ready to be the greatest trainer of all time. At least, that was the plan...
On the eve of his birthday, moments after receiving Matsuko, armed men broke into his family's mansion. At his father's behest, Ikiji took Matsuko and hid. The men confronted his father, shouting in harsh, alien tongues. Then, Ikiji watched his dream fall part.
His mother and father were murdered right before his eyes.
Five years have passed. Ikiji and Matsuko survived, and now they are guided by two things: finding Ikiji's sister, who went missing after the incident, and vengeance on the ones responsible for his parent's deaths. Ikiji and Matsuko, sharing a bond forged in blood and fire, strive towards this goal with unrelenting fervor. Matsuko has since evolved, and through constant training and intense study, has honed her mastery of electricity to an art. Ikiji has developed into a cold but undeniably intelligent young man, and his ambition is rivaled only by his ruthlessness. Yet the path forward is not always clear; Ikiji has suffered bizarre dreams recently, and a multitude of enemies stand before the two survivors, determined to stop their efforts and quash the Murasashi legacy once and for all. However, Ikiji's ambition cannot be quelched so easily, and such foes stand little chance against him. However, sinister forces conspire against Ikiji and Matsuko, and the odd dreams may hide an awful secret...
The great trainers of the Pokemon League are nothing compared to what lurks beyond the eyes of the common people...
--Chapter One: Again?!--
<Well. That was…unfortunate.>
What was?
"A key…but what is it for…?"
Wait, a key? What are you-
"Wasn't…wasn't there a door there a moment ago?"
Door? Wait, I'm not following…
<Look Kij, if something's bothering you, just let me know, okay?>
Matsu? Nothing's both-
<Heads up! More of them!>
…
Ikij suddenly found himself in a long, dark corridor. He heard a low roar all around him. He blinked and looked around. "What is this…?" He looked at his surroundings. He was in a long, hexagonal tunnel of some sort. The ceiling and floors were made of a bizarre black metal that was curiously soft, almost like carpet. The walls angled outwards for about a foot before meeting in square panes of glass; the tunnel was completely dark save for the dim light that came through these windows. Ikiji approached one, but was momentarily perturbed by the eerie echoing of his footsteps; despite the background noise, he could clearly make out multiple echoes of each step. He continued to the window. At first glance, he sensed something odd about it; upon closer inspection, he saw what looked like faint television static running through it. He placed his hand against it; it was startlingly cold. He looked outside, and saw the source of the noise; a fierce storm was falling outside. The sky, a reddish swirl of clouds, flashed with frequent lightning. Oddly, Ikiji noticed that, although coin-sized drops of rain were falling, the windows were completely dry. He looked down, and saw gray canyons filled with thick fog far below. For a moment, he thought he saw a figure moving through the fog, and a sudden chill ran through him. He backed away.
"This…this is another world, isn't it? I don't recall signing up for any interplanetary travels…come to think of it, the last thing I remember was walking through the parade grounds with Matsu. So then, how did I end up here…?" He closed his eyes and thought hard, but couldn't make sense of what he was experiencing. He shrugged. "No clue; perhaps there is someone else here who could explain this. I'd best find Matsu; I don't like the idea of being separated in a strange environment like this." He turned around, and something caught his eye. He noticed a dull red light at the far end of the tunnel. He walked towards it, again suspicious of the eerily-echoing footsteps. When he finally reached the light, he saw what was causing it: a small electronic panel with the imprint of a hand on it. Next to it was what seemed, at first glance, to be a random assortment of differently shaded metal squares. Ikiji scratched his head. "A
security door…but what was it made to keep out…or in…?" He cautiously stepped forward and slowly reached for the pad…
His mind returned, and he shook his head and looked up. He realized he was sitting on a ledge or bench of some sort. For a moment he thought the bench was moving, but then realized he was inside a vehicle of some sort. He tried to move, but his hands were tied to something behind him.
<Back amongst the living, are we?>
He looked towards the voice, and saw a glass cage punctured with air holes fastened to the seat opposite him. Within the cage was a Pikachu. She looked like any other Pikachu, save for the cut scars on her face and tail, and a patch of black fur on her chest. She studied him with an amused look. He shook his head slowly.
"Matsu? Ugh…I've got a monster of a headache…"
<I'm not surprised. That clonk on the head left quite the lump.>
"Clonk on the…what happened?"
Loud voices erupted from somewhere to his right. He looked up and finally noticed his surroundings. He was in a truck of some sort. The vehicle lurched constantly. There were metal bars at the top of the walls, letting in moonlight. To the right were multiple cardboard boxes. To the left was a large door. The voices erupted in laughter. Ikiji felt his restraints again, studied the look on Matsuko's face, and let out a groan.
"Again?"
Matsuko smiled ironically. <Again.>
Ikiji swore loudly. "Dammit!"
She looked at him disapprovingly. <Calm down. Getting angry won't solve anything.>
"Ugh…to be taken down so easily…I must be slipping…"
<'Slipping?' They hit you over the head when you weren't looking. Last time I checked, that doesn't exactly take a lot of skill.>
"Still, I should've seen it coming… dammit!" He hung his head. Matsuko shook hers.
<I'm surprised. Self-pity isn't like you, Kij. Did that bump on the head cause brain damage or something?>
Ikiji looked up and glared at her. "Don't be stupid. I'm simply annoyed that, once again, we are being subjected to more pointless, time-wasting idiocy. How the hell are we ever going to accomplish anything?"
Matsuko smiled. <There we go. That's the Kij I remember: blunt and hostile.>
"Oh, shut up. I'm trying to think." He closed his eyes and concentrated. Suddenly, the truck lurched, and Ikiji was almost thrown from his seat, saved only be the rope binding his hands to the wall. Matsuko was slammed against the left side of the cage's lightning proof glass. Ikiji recovered and scowled. "Perhaps if our driver wasn't an inept fool, I might be able to concentrate better."
Matsuko flipped upright. <Be thankful you're bound to your seat. I'm going to need a chiropractor by the time we get out of here.> She rubbed her back and grimaced. <Ouch…>
Ikiji reached into his pockets, and managed to fish out his lighter. "Yes, that will do. I'm going to try to burn through my restraints." He reached around behind him and managed to ignite the lighter. He held the flame towards the rope.
Matsuko sounded skeptical. <A lighter? That's your brilliant plan? What if it doesn't work?>
Ikiji stared hard at her. "Then I suppose I'll have to think of something else, won't I? After all, YOU certainly aren't going to contribute any helpful advice."
Matsuko's expression soured. <Excuse me? Sorry, but thinking up ways to escape cargo trucks driven by bullet-hungry lunatics isn't exactly a favorite pastime of mine. I'll just stick to zapping our enemies, thank you very much.>
Ikiji's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "By the way, great job dropping that guy before he hit me. Really fantastic."
She responded coldly. <If I had SEEN them coming, I would've stopped them. I'm not omniscient, you know."
Ikiji strained his hands, and snapped them free of the scorched rope. He rubbed his wrists, leaned over, opened the lock on Matsuko's cage, and quickly replaced his hands behind his back. "Of course you're not omniscient. You can barely hit something directly in front of you."
Matsuko tested the door of her cage. It opened, and she quickly closed it again. <Yes, yes. My aim IS terrible, isn't it? Remember when I hit that Fearow dead-on with a simple thundershock at 300 feet? I'm sure accuracy had nothing to do with that.>
Ikiji smiled coolly. "Luck, nothing more."
<And all those fights I've won were luck as well, I suppose?>
"Luck, weather, the general ineptitude of our adversaries…"
<Do you have ANY faith in my abilities? At all?>
"My dear Matsu, I've learned to never have faith in anything but the way forward."
The truck lurched again, and Ikiji was thrown from his seat. He quickly returned to it and replaced his hands. Matsuko was slammed against the cage wall again. She landed upside-down against the wall, a murderous look on her face. The truck stopped suddenly, and she was thrown against the other wall, nearly falling out the cage door. Ikiji helped her back inside and closed the door, then returned to his own seat. <For his sake, I hope you get to the driver before I do…> She began to spark slightly.
Ikiji heard a door slam, and then footsteps approaching. The back door opened, and a short man in a ski mask, leather jacket, and torn blue jeans stepped inside. He trained a gun on Ikiji then Matsuko. Matsuko spoke. <Ski masks and leather jackets? How intimidating. Going to burglarize some old ladies next?>
The man trained his gun on her. "I really don't like the tone she just had."
Ikiji smiled. "Don't worry. She was just commenting on how ridiculous you look."
The man turned to him. His voice was low and heavy. "I suggest you tell her to stay quiet. You two'll have plenty of time for screaming later. You know, you two have-"
Ikiji interrupted him, speaking quickly and with a disinterested tone. "-have a lot of enemies in high places who are willing to pay a lot of money to make us disappear, and you're looking to collect." He yawned. "Look, I've heard all this before. Can we just get on with it?"
The man raised a fist, and punched Ikiji in the face. He barely flinched, and managed to keep his hands hidden. Ikiji looked back, and saw the man staring coldly at him. Behind him, Ikiji saw Matsuko eyeing the man with a look of apprehension. She started to spark again. Ikiji shook his head slightly. She nodded, and spoke. <Pardon me, but have you suffered any recent brain damage? Or is your stupidity just hereditary?>
The man turned to her. "I thought I told you to-" He noticed the open latch on the cage, and leaned in to get a closer look. "Huh…?"
Ikiji stood and brought his elbow down on the man's head. Though hardly strong enough to knock him out, it caught him off guard, and he fell to the ground. He shook his head and started to get up. He raised his head…
…and locked eyes with Matsuko, who stood directly before him. She was crackling with electricity. The thug froze. "Uhh……"
<Good night.>
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!
The guard trembled from the force of the shock, then fell down, unconscious. Ikiji bent over and picked up his gun. He turned to Matsuko. "Well done. You do have some skill, at least when it comes to hitting immobile targets at point-blank range.
<Bite me.>
Ikiji hopped out of the open door, and Matsuko followed. They heard footsteps approaching from the left of the truck. Ikiji motioned for Matsuko to go right; she did. Ikiji raised the gun and spun around the truck, pointing the barrel directly forward. The other man was clearly waiting for him, because he'd had his gun up almost the moment Ikiji turned. The two stood, guns aimed at each other. Neither moved. The man spoke.
"Ah, hell…" He shook his head. "Man, this sucks. Why couldn't you've been a good boy and stayed tied up? Now we gotta waste time pointing guns at each other…"
Ikiji spoke calmly. "Or you could put your gun down, surrender, and walk away unharmed."
The man snickered. "What do I look like, an idiot?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
"Ha ha, very funny…"
The two stood for several moments. Ikiji noticed a flash of yellow behind the man; Matsuko was at the head of the truck. The man sighed.
"Look kid, just give up. One way or another, you're dead. I'm wearing armor, and you're not. There's no guarantee a shot from you would take me out, but as for you? Well…" Ikiji was silent. He saw Matsuko begin to spark. "Look, you can't win. You're gonna die; it's just a matter of whether you want to be gunned down here and now, or in the woods ten minutes from now. What'll it be?"
Matsuko was surging now. She was mustering up quite a charge. Ikiji looked the man dead in the eyes. His voice was icy. "You are correct; I am going to die. However, it will not be today, nor by someone as pathetic as you. No, my friend, the only ones to fall here will be you and your partner. Speaking of partners…"
The man screwed up his face for a moment. "Hold on…where's…oh…" He turned around, and saw Matsuko, flowing with a powerful charge. His arm sagged and the gun fell to the ground. Ikiji smiled, and Matsuko spoke.
<Next time, learn to drive.> She released the charge. It flew straight at the man.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTT!!
He quivered from the force of the shock, twitched once, then fell forward with a thud. Matsuko ran over. <Well? Call that one luck, I dare you!>
"Actually…" Matsuko glared at him and sparked again. "Er, nevermind. By the way, don't you think that shock was a bit…overdone?"
Matsuko looked at the man with apprehension. <That bastard had it coming. I'm going to have back problems, thanks to him.>
Ikiji looked at him. "You do realize that he couldn't understand what you said to him, right?"
The man groaned. <I think I got the point across.>
Ikiji went through the man's pockets, and fished out a set of keys. Matsuko looked at them curiously, and spoke slowly and nervously. <Hey, uh, Kij? What, uh, what are you doing?>
Ikiji walked towards the back of the car, and Matsuko followed. "I'm going to drive. What does it look like?"
<Drive?! Are you completely insane?! You're only thirteen!>
"Your point?"
<Do you even know HOW to drive?>
He shrugged. "I know enough." He dragged the other man out of the back of the truck, and dropped him on the ground. He closed the doors and went around to the front, and climbed in the driver's side. Matsuko hopped up after him, and crawled over to the passenger side. Ikiji closed the door and turned on the overhead light. He spotted a pack of cigarettes on the dash. He smiled and reached for them. "Well, well. Lucky me." He removed one and lifted it to his lips, and withdrew his lighter. Matsuko groaned.
<Why do you insist on smoking those horrid things?>
Ikiji lit it and drew in a deep puff. "Why not?" He blew out a cloud of smoke. Matsuko sniffed and coughed.
<They stink, for one. And they really aren't very good for you.>
Ikiji looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. "Is that concern I hear? I do hope you aren't going soft on me, Matsu."
She responded indignantly. <Not a chance! It's just that ingesting toxins and pesticides seems a bit…counterproductive. You're just a kid. Legally, you aren't even allowed to smoke.>
"I am not a kid. Not anymore. My childhood ended a long time ago. And as far as the law is concerned, what they don't know won't hurt them. Don't forget, you and I have broken quite a number of laws over the years; underage smoking is hardly the worst of them. On top of all that, considering what we've been through tonight, I really need a pick-me-up." She stared at him for several moments. Ikiji just shrugged and tried putting one of the keys in the ignition. It didn't fit. He tried another, but that one didn't fit either. After the third failure, he cursed. "What the hell do those two need so many keys for, anyway…?" He finally found one that fit, and started to turn it. Before he did, however, he heard a voice outside; the man had regained consciousness, and was speaking to Ikiji from his place on the ground.
"W..wait…you can't…leave us out here…in the middle of nowhere…"
"Enjoy your crawl home. For your sake, I do hope you don't run into any…trouble." As if on cue, a howl echoed in the distance. Ikiji turned and started the truck. He straightened up. "Let's see." He buckled his seatbelt, and Matsuko did the same, though hers barely fit. He placed a hand on the steering wheel. "Put it in drive…" He switched the truck into drive. "And gas…" He put his foot on the gas pedal. "I think that covers everything I need." Matsuko glanced at him nervously.
<Uh, Kij? I couldn't help but notice you didn't include "brakes" in your little checklist…>
Ikiji looked over at her, a curious expression on his face. "Matsu, why would I need to use the brake? We won't be making any restroom stops…"
Matsuko paled, and jumped up and locked her door. She bucked her belt again and gripped it tightly with her paws. She grimaced. <This won't end well…> Ikiji hit the gas, and the truck sped off into the night.
His name was Ikiji Murasashi, son of one of the greatest pokemon masters in history. He dreamed of following in his father's footsteps. On his eighth birthday, he received his very first pokemon: a Pichu named Matsuko. With encouragement from his father, and thoughts of his sister, who was already well on her way to fame, Ikiji was ready to be the greatest trainer of all time. At least, that was the plan...
On the eve of his birthday, moments after receiving Matsuko, armed men broke into his family's mansion. At his father's behest, Ikiji took Matsuko and hid. The men confronted his father, shouting in harsh, alien tongues. Then, Ikiji watched his dream fall part.
His mother and father were murdered right before his eyes.
Five years have passed. Ikiji and Matsuko survived, and now they are guided by two things: finding Ikiji's sister, who went missing after the incident, and vengeance on the ones responsible for his parent's deaths. Ikiji and Matsuko, sharing a bond forged in blood and fire, strive towards this goal with unrelenting fervor. Matsuko has since evolved, and through constant training and intense study, has honed her mastery of electricity to an art. Ikiji has developed into a cold but undeniably intelligent young man, and his ambition is rivaled only by his ruthlessness. Yet the path forward is not always clear; Ikiji has suffered bizarre dreams recently, and a multitude of enemies stand before the two survivors, determined to stop their efforts and quash the Murasashi legacy once and for all. However, Ikiji's ambition cannot be quelched so easily, and such foes stand little chance against him. However, sinister forces conspire against Ikiji and Matsuko, and the odd dreams may hide an awful secret...
The great trainers of the Pokemon League are nothing compared to what lurks beyond the eyes of the common people...
--Chapter One: Again?!--
<Well. That was…unfortunate.>
What was?
"A key…but what is it for…?"
Wait, a key? What are you-
"Wasn't…wasn't there a door there a moment ago?"
Door? Wait, I'm not following…
<Look Kij, if something's bothering you, just let me know, okay?>
Matsu? Nothing's both-
<Heads up! More of them!>
…
Ikij suddenly found himself in a long, dark corridor. He heard a low roar all around him. He blinked and looked around. "What is this…?" He looked at his surroundings. He was in a long, hexagonal tunnel of some sort. The ceiling and floors were made of a bizarre black metal that was curiously soft, almost like carpet. The walls angled outwards for about a foot before meeting in square panes of glass; the tunnel was completely dark save for the dim light that came through these windows. Ikiji approached one, but was momentarily perturbed by the eerie echoing of his footsteps; despite the background noise, he could clearly make out multiple echoes of each step. He continued to the window. At first glance, he sensed something odd about it; upon closer inspection, he saw what looked like faint television static running through it. He placed his hand against it; it was startlingly cold. He looked outside, and saw the source of the noise; a fierce storm was falling outside. The sky, a reddish swirl of clouds, flashed with frequent lightning. Oddly, Ikiji noticed that, although coin-sized drops of rain were falling, the windows were completely dry. He looked down, and saw gray canyons filled with thick fog far below. For a moment, he thought he saw a figure moving through the fog, and a sudden chill ran through him. He backed away.
"This…this is another world, isn't it? I don't recall signing up for any interplanetary travels…come to think of it, the last thing I remember was walking through the parade grounds with Matsu. So then, how did I end up here…?" He closed his eyes and thought hard, but couldn't make sense of what he was experiencing. He shrugged. "No clue; perhaps there is someone else here who could explain this. I'd best find Matsu; I don't like the idea of being separated in a strange environment like this." He turned around, and something caught his eye. He noticed a dull red light at the far end of the tunnel. He walked towards it, again suspicious of the eerily-echoing footsteps. When he finally reached the light, he saw what was causing it: a small electronic panel with the imprint of a hand on it. Next to it was what seemed, at first glance, to be a random assortment of differently shaded metal squares. Ikiji scratched his head. "A
security door…but what was it made to keep out…or in…?" He cautiously stepped forward and slowly reached for the pad…
His mind returned, and he shook his head and looked up. He realized he was sitting on a ledge or bench of some sort. For a moment he thought the bench was moving, but then realized he was inside a vehicle of some sort. He tried to move, but his hands were tied to something behind him.
<Back amongst the living, are we?>
He looked towards the voice, and saw a glass cage punctured with air holes fastened to the seat opposite him. Within the cage was a Pikachu. She looked like any other Pikachu, save for the cut scars on her face and tail, and a patch of black fur on her chest. She studied him with an amused look. He shook his head slowly.
"Matsu? Ugh…I've got a monster of a headache…"
<I'm not surprised. That clonk on the head left quite the lump.>
"Clonk on the…what happened?"
Loud voices erupted from somewhere to his right. He looked up and finally noticed his surroundings. He was in a truck of some sort. The vehicle lurched constantly. There were metal bars at the top of the walls, letting in moonlight. To the right were multiple cardboard boxes. To the left was a large door. The voices erupted in laughter. Ikiji felt his restraints again, studied the look on Matsuko's face, and let out a groan.
"Again?"
Matsuko smiled ironically. <Again.>
Ikiji swore loudly. "Dammit!"
She looked at him disapprovingly. <Calm down. Getting angry won't solve anything.>
"Ugh…to be taken down so easily…I must be slipping…"
<'Slipping?' They hit you over the head when you weren't looking. Last time I checked, that doesn't exactly take a lot of skill.>
"Still, I should've seen it coming… dammit!" He hung his head. Matsuko shook hers.
<I'm surprised. Self-pity isn't like you, Kij. Did that bump on the head cause brain damage or something?>
Ikiji looked up and glared at her. "Don't be stupid. I'm simply annoyed that, once again, we are being subjected to more pointless, time-wasting idiocy. How the hell are we ever going to accomplish anything?"
Matsuko smiled. <There we go. That's the Kij I remember: blunt and hostile.>
"Oh, shut up. I'm trying to think." He closed his eyes and concentrated. Suddenly, the truck lurched, and Ikiji was almost thrown from his seat, saved only be the rope binding his hands to the wall. Matsuko was slammed against the left side of the cage's lightning proof glass. Ikiji recovered and scowled. "Perhaps if our driver wasn't an inept fool, I might be able to concentrate better."
Matsuko flipped upright. <Be thankful you're bound to your seat. I'm going to need a chiropractor by the time we get out of here.> She rubbed her back and grimaced. <Ouch…>
Ikiji reached into his pockets, and managed to fish out his lighter. "Yes, that will do. I'm going to try to burn through my restraints." He reached around behind him and managed to ignite the lighter. He held the flame towards the rope.
Matsuko sounded skeptical. <A lighter? That's your brilliant plan? What if it doesn't work?>
Ikiji stared hard at her. "Then I suppose I'll have to think of something else, won't I? After all, YOU certainly aren't going to contribute any helpful advice."
Matsuko's expression soured. <Excuse me? Sorry, but thinking up ways to escape cargo trucks driven by bullet-hungry lunatics isn't exactly a favorite pastime of mine. I'll just stick to zapping our enemies, thank you very much.>
Ikiji's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "By the way, great job dropping that guy before he hit me. Really fantastic."
She responded coldly. <If I had SEEN them coming, I would've stopped them. I'm not omniscient, you know."
Ikiji strained his hands, and snapped them free of the scorched rope. He rubbed his wrists, leaned over, opened the lock on Matsuko's cage, and quickly replaced his hands behind his back. "Of course you're not omniscient. You can barely hit something directly in front of you."
Matsuko tested the door of her cage. It opened, and she quickly closed it again. <Yes, yes. My aim IS terrible, isn't it? Remember when I hit that Fearow dead-on with a simple thundershock at 300 feet? I'm sure accuracy had nothing to do with that.>
Ikiji smiled coolly. "Luck, nothing more."
<And all those fights I've won were luck as well, I suppose?>
"Luck, weather, the general ineptitude of our adversaries…"
<Do you have ANY faith in my abilities? At all?>
"My dear Matsu, I've learned to never have faith in anything but the way forward."
The truck lurched again, and Ikiji was thrown from his seat. He quickly returned to it and replaced his hands. Matsuko was slammed against the cage wall again. She landed upside-down against the wall, a murderous look on her face. The truck stopped suddenly, and she was thrown against the other wall, nearly falling out the cage door. Ikiji helped her back inside and closed the door, then returned to his own seat. <For his sake, I hope you get to the driver before I do…> She began to spark slightly.
Ikiji heard a door slam, and then footsteps approaching. The back door opened, and a short man in a ski mask, leather jacket, and torn blue jeans stepped inside. He trained a gun on Ikiji then Matsuko. Matsuko spoke. <Ski masks and leather jackets? How intimidating. Going to burglarize some old ladies next?>
The man trained his gun on her. "I really don't like the tone she just had."
Ikiji smiled. "Don't worry. She was just commenting on how ridiculous you look."
The man turned to him. His voice was low and heavy. "I suggest you tell her to stay quiet. You two'll have plenty of time for screaming later. You know, you two have-"
Ikiji interrupted him, speaking quickly and with a disinterested tone. "-have a lot of enemies in high places who are willing to pay a lot of money to make us disappear, and you're looking to collect." He yawned. "Look, I've heard all this before. Can we just get on with it?"
The man raised a fist, and punched Ikiji in the face. He barely flinched, and managed to keep his hands hidden. Ikiji looked back, and saw the man staring coldly at him. Behind him, Ikiji saw Matsuko eyeing the man with a look of apprehension. She started to spark again. Ikiji shook his head slightly. She nodded, and spoke. <Pardon me, but have you suffered any recent brain damage? Or is your stupidity just hereditary?>
The man turned to her. "I thought I told you to-" He noticed the open latch on the cage, and leaned in to get a closer look. "Huh…?"
Ikiji stood and brought his elbow down on the man's head. Though hardly strong enough to knock him out, it caught him off guard, and he fell to the ground. He shook his head and started to get up. He raised his head…
…and locked eyes with Matsuko, who stood directly before him. She was crackling with electricity. The thug froze. "Uhh……"
<Good night.>
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!
The guard trembled from the force of the shock, then fell down, unconscious. Ikiji bent over and picked up his gun. He turned to Matsuko. "Well done. You do have some skill, at least when it comes to hitting immobile targets at point-blank range.
<Bite me.>
Ikiji hopped out of the open door, and Matsuko followed. They heard footsteps approaching from the left of the truck. Ikiji motioned for Matsuko to go right; she did. Ikiji raised the gun and spun around the truck, pointing the barrel directly forward. The other man was clearly waiting for him, because he'd had his gun up almost the moment Ikiji turned. The two stood, guns aimed at each other. Neither moved. The man spoke.
"Ah, hell…" He shook his head. "Man, this sucks. Why couldn't you've been a good boy and stayed tied up? Now we gotta waste time pointing guns at each other…"
Ikiji spoke calmly. "Or you could put your gun down, surrender, and walk away unharmed."
The man snickered. "What do I look like, an idiot?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
"Ha ha, very funny…"
The two stood for several moments. Ikiji noticed a flash of yellow behind the man; Matsuko was at the head of the truck. The man sighed.
"Look kid, just give up. One way or another, you're dead. I'm wearing armor, and you're not. There's no guarantee a shot from you would take me out, but as for you? Well…" Ikiji was silent. He saw Matsuko begin to spark. "Look, you can't win. You're gonna die; it's just a matter of whether you want to be gunned down here and now, or in the woods ten minutes from now. What'll it be?"
Matsuko was surging now. She was mustering up quite a charge. Ikiji looked the man dead in the eyes. His voice was icy. "You are correct; I am going to die. However, it will not be today, nor by someone as pathetic as you. No, my friend, the only ones to fall here will be you and your partner. Speaking of partners…"
The man screwed up his face for a moment. "Hold on…where's…oh…" He turned around, and saw Matsuko, flowing with a powerful charge. His arm sagged and the gun fell to the ground. Ikiji smiled, and Matsuko spoke.
<Next time, learn to drive.> She released the charge. It flew straight at the man.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTT!!
He quivered from the force of the shock, twitched once, then fell forward with a thud. Matsuko ran over. <Well? Call that one luck, I dare you!>
"Actually…" Matsuko glared at him and sparked again. "Er, nevermind. By the way, don't you think that shock was a bit…overdone?"
Matsuko looked at the man with apprehension. <That bastard had it coming. I'm going to have back problems, thanks to him.>
Ikiji looked at him. "You do realize that he couldn't understand what you said to him, right?"
The man groaned. <I think I got the point across.>
Ikiji went through the man's pockets, and fished out a set of keys. Matsuko looked at them curiously, and spoke slowly and nervously. <Hey, uh, Kij? What, uh, what are you doing?>
Ikiji walked towards the back of the car, and Matsuko followed. "I'm going to drive. What does it look like?"
<Drive?! Are you completely insane?! You're only thirteen!>
"Your point?"
<Do you even know HOW to drive?>
He shrugged. "I know enough." He dragged the other man out of the back of the truck, and dropped him on the ground. He closed the doors and went around to the front, and climbed in the driver's side. Matsuko hopped up after him, and crawled over to the passenger side. Ikiji closed the door and turned on the overhead light. He spotted a pack of cigarettes on the dash. He smiled and reached for them. "Well, well. Lucky me." He removed one and lifted it to his lips, and withdrew his lighter. Matsuko groaned.
<Why do you insist on smoking those horrid things?>
Ikiji lit it and drew in a deep puff. "Why not?" He blew out a cloud of smoke. Matsuko sniffed and coughed.
<They stink, for one. And they really aren't very good for you.>
Ikiji looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. "Is that concern I hear? I do hope you aren't going soft on me, Matsu."
She responded indignantly. <Not a chance! It's just that ingesting toxins and pesticides seems a bit…counterproductive. You're just a kid. Legally, you aren't even allowed to smoke.>
"I am not a kid. Not anymore. My childhood ended a long time ago. And as far as the law is concerned, what they don't know won't hurt them. Don't forget, you and I have broken quite a number of laws over the years; underage smoking is hardly the worst of them. On top of all that, considering what we've been through tonight, I really need a pick-me-up." She stared at him for several moments. Ikiji just shrugged and tried putting one of the keys in the ignition. It didn't fit. He tried another, but that one didn't fit either. After the third failure, he cursed. "What the hell do those two need so many keys for, anyway…?" He finally found one that fit, and started to turn it. Before he did, however, he heard a voice outside; the man had regained consciousness, and was speaking to Ikiji from his place on the ground.
"W..wait…you can't…leave us out here…in the middle of nowhere…"
"Enjoy your crawl home. For your sake, I do hope you don't run into any…trouble." As if on cue, a howl echoed in the distance. Ikiji turned and started the truck. He straightened up. "Let's see." He buckled his seatbelt, and Matsuko did the same, though hers barely fit. He placed a hand on the steering wheel. "Put it in drive…" He switched the truck into drive. "And gas…" He put his foot on the gas pedal. "I think that covers everything I need." Matsuko glanced at him nervously.
<Uh, Kij? I couldn't help but notice you didn't include "brakes" in your little checklist…>
Ikiji looked over at her, a curious expression on his face. "Matsu, why would I need to use the brake? We won't be making any restroom stops…"
Matsuko paled, and jumped up and locked her door. She bucked her belt again and gripped it tightly with her paws. She grimaced. <This won't end well…> Ikiji hit the gas, and the truck sped off into the night.
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