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Kamaitachi	May 10 2006, 01:21 AM
Classy Posts: 5,264 Group: Judge Member #613 Joined: February 13, 2006	(I know there are too many fusion fics hovering about...but I did enjoy writing this one in my head. So here's the first chapter, after a round of edits. Enjoy) Chapter 1 The soulless smile of the crescent moon hung high in the air above the city, hovering gently over the teeming masses of Fef City. Its tall buildings at the center of town towered high above the rest of the city. Usually they were a welcoming sight to the populace of the city, but in the night time they appeared unusually foreboding. Especially tonight. A young man walked alone between the bustle of the city’s nighttime populace, his eyes straightforward, as if he were searching for one thing and one thing only. The wind tousled his scruffy brown hair playfully as he made his way through the crowds, almost not noticing the multitude of people he was bumping in to, and even more oblivious to the many rude gestures made his way. One particularly gruff man grabbed his arm and spun him around. His comrades, equally gruff looking, started to circle around the brown haired stranger. “Hey, asshole! Watch where yer walking! Now apologize t’me before I kick the shit outta ya!” There was no reply. “You serious there, punk? You gonna step on these feet and not say a word to me? I’m Darkhero, leader of the Wanderers, you got that? You don’t walk inta me and expect to get off scott free, ya know?” Still no reply. “Clearly you’re new here. Not no one who lives in this city who ain’t heard of me!” The Wanderers none-too-gently herded the stranger over into an alleyway and shoved him towards the back, facing him and slowly beginning to draw weapons. “Alright” Darkhero stepped forward again as he produced a pair of brass knuckles from his pockets and began to slip them on “I’ll give ya one last chance to apologize before I beat it outta ya, ya hear?” The brown haired stranger finally looked up, his piercing stare boring right into Darkhero’s eyes. The fierce brown eyes shone angrily “Is this the finest humanity has to offer?” the man clenched his fists tightly. He was trembling with rage. “Is this all we humans are capable of!?” His voice was rising; the Wanderers slowly began to back off. “I cannot allow you filth to defile this earth much longer. She screams for revolution, and I will be the one to answer her call!” Lightning began to course along his arms, occasionally streaking out to strike the alley walls and dance along it. The Wanderers froze in their place, never before having seen such power. “WHa…wha…” they were all too dumbstruck to formulate anything beyond that. “Who are you!?” one of the gang managed to call out. “Leon, the Lightning Master.” He closed his eyes, and when they shot open again they danced an electric blue “and I will be the one to wipe you from this world”. The man at the back of the group who had been quietly edging away broke into a full run. Leon lifted his arm up suddenly, as if grasping at the sky. A blue bolt of lightning burst up from the ground, bursting through the man’s body and out his back as it lifted him clear into the air. His entire body coursed with the electricity as a silent scream escaped his lips. He landed on the ground, bloody and smoking. Leon glared at the remaining men. He slowly lowered his raised arm, forming a long, thin rapier in its wake before grasping its ornate handle. “Sleep, worms.” He said slowly, between deep breaths radiating his anger. His instincts told him to run, but Darkhero knew that if he ran, he would be easy prey to the lightning strikes. More importantly; he would lose all respect of the local gangs. He rushed Leon, the smaller man still in clear vision despite all the static about him. His vision faded quickly as a sharp pain in his left eye exploded in his head. Leon slowly and deliberately pulled the thin blade from Darkhero’s head, letting the guild leader slump to the ground, dead. The remaining men started to back off, but Leon only shook his head. “Pathetic.” He swept his free hand to the side, a long, thin stream of lightning streaking forth to cut through each of the remaining men. They fell to the ground, terror writ all over their faces, now black and twitching from the raw power that had cut them through. Leon stepped over their carcasses disdainfully, the rapier slowly disappearing into his hand. Wordlessly, he left the alleyway and resumed his walk into the streets.
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