Prologue

This is my story so I at least get to tell you the start of it. I'm Titanite of the DKR, you might know me better as the Sailor Senshi fighting for love and justice, Sailor Polaris!

OK, you've probably still never heard of me. I'm not as well know as the other Senshi, matter of fact I'm not exactly an official Senshi yet. But someday ...

Anyway that's not what I wanted to tell you about. This is the story of how I unlocked my full powers, fought a hentai god and met a lot of crazy people who are supposed to be fictional. It's a little saga I call:

Dark Kingdom Renegades : Titanite's Bogus Journey

Now where to start ... okay, I've got it.

It was our first autumn in Tokyo, we'd arrived back in winter. The last couple of months had been busy what with Magnesite, Jadeite, the Knight Sabers and a few other weird events but it had been quiet enough the past couple of weeks. At least for me, Margrave and Azurite had had a run in with those two new Senshi not long ago. That was sort of my fault, I was trying to get them to get along which was why they were out together. But it seemed to have backfired as Azurite and Pyrite were moving out as soon as they found their own place. Which wasn't going to be too long. Matter of fact they were close to closing the deal. They'd decided to rent a house rather than an apartment. Pyrite wanted to have a few rooms to use as a lab so that meant they needed space. Which is at a premium in this city. Luckily we're well enough off. We'd be real well set except as I understand it most of our gold reserves were placed in England before the Kingdom fell. After all that was supposed to be our final destination. But things got weird and so we're stuck in Tokyo. Not that I mind but it makes the others a bit edgy.

Sorry I'm getting sidetracked, now where was I? Oh yeah ... well the morning in question I'd headed down to cook breakfast. No one makes me but I like cooking and I've been doing it for a couple of years now. I like to feel I'm pulling my weight around here. It was a little tricky after our arrival because I couldn't get the ingredients for any of the stuff I knew how to make. But I picked up a few cookbooks and after a while got the hang of doing human style food. My early efforts were edible at least and now I think I'm a pretty fair cook. Which is good, much as I like anime I'd hate to emulate it and cook like C-ko or Akane. As for the latter I can tell you that they don't exaggerate what her cooking's like ... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

As I headed downstairs I was surprised to run into Margrave as she's not much for early rising. Then I realized she wasn't up yet being sprawled over the couch and snoring slightly. Looked like she'd had a very late night and got this far before collapsing. It wasn't the first time this had happened but it still annoys me. She spends most nights with Calcite but every now and again she goes out looking for "variety". I try not to ask for any more details. It's things like this that keep the two of them from getting any more serious. Cal'll just shrug it off and say he doesn't own her so she's free to do what she likes. At least as long as she keeps to her vow about not causing youma style trouble. I think it hurts him more than he lets on. At least it did, I guess he's used to it by now. But it means there'll never be anything permanent between them. It's exasperating really. Sometimes I'd swear she's going out of her way to make sure Cal and her don't get too close.

Still when all's said and done I like her. There's a softer side to her that she won't let most people see. Actually the others wouldn't see it anyway as they've already made up their minds about her. Cal's caught glimpses of it but she keeps distracting him from getting any further. If he got another look inside her mind he might get a real surprise. But she's not going to volunteer and he won't force his way in so that's that. Bottom line is I've given up expecting to get a catwoman sister-in-law.

Another thing I like about having Margrave around is that means another anime fan in the place. She's become a big fan of Nuku-Nuku, Cheshire in that Clamp Wonderland thing and the Puma Sisters. Matter of fact after she saw Dominion she kept pestering Cal to buy her a machine gun. Wonder what she would have done with one? Now that I think of it Azurite kept a closer than usual eye on her that week. Anyway the more perceptive of you will have noticed a certain pattern in her fave picks. Still is it surprising she's a big neko fan?

I was tiptoeing past so as not to wake her when the point became moot. Azurite came stomping down the stairs looking unhappy. Which probably meant Margrave had done something again. Margrave's eyes opened and she stretched making a noise somewhere between a yawn and a purr. "Morning Ti. Oh and good morning Azurite."

"Good morning." Azurite sounded a bit terse, yes Margrave had definitely done something. I excused myself and headed for the kitchen leaving the door ajar. The toaster has a nice shine and if you position it right you get a great reflection of the living room. That's just a bit of trivia you understand. So I busied myself getting breakfast together and if I happened to overhear ... well it's hardly my fault that sound travels.

Azurite's a very different person from Margrave. Normally she's calm, strong and dependable but capable of raising hell when she has too. Have I mentioned she's secretly Sailor Arcturus? Well it's not that secret, everyone here knows it and I guess the Senshi do to. Unlike me she doesn't want to be a Senshi, it's just a way to use her powers publicly when necessary. The problem is Margrave gets a kick out of trying to break her composure. They've had a rivalry for years now but we (that's me and Cal) didn't find out the cause until recently. With that resolved I was hoping they'd become friends. No such luck. They don't want to be friends and I think they're determined to keep it that way. Last time I asked Azurite about it she said that it was so unlikely to happen that if it ever did it would probably be a harbringer of the end of the world. Personally I don't want to see that, it was bad enough being almost caught in the Kingdom's version of armaggedon.

Azurite sounded edgy. "Okay I've torn the bathroom apart. So where are they?"

Margrave looked coy (which would make any of us suspicious). "Whatever do you mean?" Before Azurite could tell her (probably loudly) she went off on a tangent. "It must be a wonderful thing to have a regenerative factor like you Renegades have. With the odd exception."

"Margrave ..."

"Have I ever mentioned how much I envy those metabolisms of yours. Most of time anyway." She grinned. "The only biological trick I can do is shutting down my breeding cycle. Which is and was certainly handy. Otherwise given my popularity back in the Kingdom I'd have been whelping litters left and right." I've heard her mention this before, apparently it was a fairly common ability in the Kingdom among youma females. Unfortunately it's unknown among Renegade females. I decided I knew what this was all about. Margrave continued.

"Must be especially difficult when you're committed to not having children. Contraceptive magics are no more certain than those human devices. There's always surgical solutions ... sorry I forgot, you both regenerate don't you. Tricky, tricky, tricky. I suppose the only real solution is abstinence during these ... peak times."

"Where are they Margrave." Azurite's voice had a definite edge. "This is the worst possible time to hassle me."

Margrave chuckled slightly. "Please Azurite spare me the barely controlled death machine act. I've talked to Pyrite, your healing factor keeps your hormones from getting too far out of whack. No the only real trouble here is that for the past few days you haven't been able to get ..."

Azurite cut her off, she sounded cold. "Margrave, have you ever stopped to think what the main problem with taunting a Renegade is? I'll tell you. We lack the desire to sadistically gloat before striking. When we decide to take someone out we do it quickly and cleanly. We don't taunt or savour the fear, we just take the target out. So the day you finally push me too far you'll never know what hit you." Margrave was definitely looking a bit uncertain. "Now with that in mind where are ..." Margrave pointed to the laundry hamper in the hallway holding the washer. Azurite flipped the lid open, scrabbled around and emerged with a box of tampons. With a final glare at Margrave she headed back upstairs. Margrave whistled a tune and Azurite froze in place for a moment. Then she kept going and slammed the bathroom door. I think Margrave muttered something about no sense of humour.

I have to say there are some things about growing up I could do without. That's one of them. Especially since it's totally useless. Humans and youma can't interbreed, the genetics are just too different. So if I ever wanted to have kids someday I'd need a youma male to father them. As the only ones left are my brother and my cousin that's more or less that. Could be worse, I could have a monthly cycle.

Here's a really sick thought. Jadeite was probably the only chance I'll have ever had to be a mother. Yuck, that creep! Forget it, I'm glad he's dead. As I thought that I got one of those funny flashes. Something about a tiara. Just as suddenly as it came it was gone. Nothing worth worrying about. Probably some sort of side effect to getting hurt in MegaTokyo. Like those nightmares I had during our first weeks in Tokyo about Magnesite coming to get me. Of course he did but since he became an ornament I haven't had a single bad night's sleep.

Margrave slunk in and headed for the fridge. She'll insist all the time that looking feline doesn't make her cat-like. But she has a definite weakness for cream and fish. She was still humming the tune she was whistling at Azurite.

"What's that song?"

"It's a Rolling Stones tune, 'I can't get no satisfaction.'"

"Oh." Boys are something of a mystery to me. Circumstances required growing up in near isolation so I didn't get much contact with members of the opposite sex my own age until recently. Not that I'd have wanted to know Kingdom guys. I did have a crush on this guy (at least I thought I sort of did) but there was a bit of a problem. This definitely wasn't something I could ask Calcite about.

"Margrave ... could I ask your advice on something?"

She put down the cream bottle and looked at me. "Is this about a boy?"

"Sort of."

"In that case, no I can't help you."

"Just like that?"

"This is some sort of first love problem?"

"Well yeah."

"Then I'm definitely not qualified. Now if you had a nice healthy case of lust I could give you plenty of advice but romance isn't my style. I'd suggest talking to someone else. Someone other than Azurite."

"I know the two of you don't hit it off ..."

She shook her head. "This isn't about that. I was thinking about that mess she got herself into with Pyrite and Calcite. She let that drag on for years. Anyone who could screw herself up that badly is definitely not an authority worth consulting." That made a certain amount of sense. Anyway I plowed on.

"The problem's this. I've fallen for this guy ... at least I think I have. There's a lot of problems. He doesn't know I exist, besides he's already got two fiancees and a lot of other wannabe girlfriends."

"Sounds like a lot of complications."

"Thing is I've never actually met him. Just sort of seen him from a distance. So I'm wondering if it's worth trying. If I meet him then I think I'll know for sure if he's worth pursuing. Of course that'll mean a lot of competition. So what do you think I should do?"

Margrave looked thoughful, as if she was reliving some old memory. After a pause she shook herself and said, "All I can give you is my opinion. Which is go meet him. If you don't you could spend the rest of your life regretting it. If he turns out to be a loser then you can stop worrying you missed out on something great. From a personal survival viewpoint if I hadn't gone after your brother I doubt I'd have survived my teenage years. Besides I think you've already made up your mind to meet him. You just wanted someone else to tell you to go for it."

"I guess that's right." She was right, I was planning to do it anyway but I wanted someone to reassure me I was doing the right thing. So who is this mystery man you ask? His name is Ranma Saotome.

Hold on, you say. He's only a character in a manga or ink on a cartoon cel. It's ridiculous to fall for a fictional character.

Normally you'd be right. But I know something you don't know.

End of Prologue

Dark Kingdom Renegades : Titanite's Bogus Journey

by Mark Latus

Part 1 : Departures

Margrave studied herself in the mirror and nodded. Yes, this would do fine. Perhaps the skirt was slit a bit too far for a business lunch but she didn't think she'd hear any complaints. She was dressed to kill. In the human sense of the phrase as she wouldn't want to ruin this outfit with blood. A final touch remained. She concentrated momentarily and the face in the mirror shifted. The catlike face and white fur vanished to be replaced by a stunning women with long flowing white hair. The way she imagined she'd have looked if she'd been born human. There was one last change to make. While her legs looked gorgeous (as always) they also looked bare. That wouldn't do. It would be simpler to wear stockings but she'd quickly learned that they snagged on fur which was a real irritation. Clothing was difficult to create illusions for because you had to animate it in a way that never happened when you overlaid a glamour on your body. There the glamour flowed smoothly as long as it was only skin deep. Fortunately skintight clothing was another matter. A minor effort and her legs' pigmentation shifted to create the illusion of black stockings. Perfect. Of course.

Satisfied she carefully sat down on the bed not wanting to wrinkle her clothes. About the only use she had for it. Though she'd been given this room after her arrival it was a place to store clothes and change rather than spend her time. For beds she used Calcite's or found other accomodations for the night. Or afternoon, or morning, or whenever the urge struck. Calcite's remained her favorite and was the only one she actually slept in. Dozing off outside this house ran the risk of a glamour collapse and stories about catwomen circulating could be very unhealthy. There was a group out there whose attention she had no desire to attract.

From downstairs she heard Calcite and Pyrite's voices filter up. It sounded like the move was on. Praise Metallia ... no wait it's dead. Praise whoever was in charge of giving her all these lucky breaks. No more Azurite hanging around the place. Stuck up bitch! No more practical jokes either which was the downside unfortunately. Ah well you can't have everything, where would you put it?

While Margrave chuckled over the Stephen Wright joke Pyrite and Calcite talked on. Azurite nodded to herself. They were discussing financing the new house rent out of the Renegades hidden cash reserves without exposing their existence to the taxation authorities. Pyrite was worrying about cutting into the principle while Calcite reassured him that it wasn't going to damage group finances. They'd be a while which gave her the perfect opportunity to have that little talk with Margrave she'd been promising herself. Putting down her magazine she glided silently up the stairs. A minor shift to the local air currents kept her scent from carrying. Engrossed in her latest favorite show Titanite remained entranced by the television and didn't look up.

Margrave's gaze flicked towards the door in time to see Azurite arrive. She shouldn't have been able to get that close. Or rather Margrave would feel a lot better if Azurite couldn't get that close before she noticed. Fact was, while she'd joke about Azurite being loud and clumsy that was bullshit. The other woman lacked her feline grace but was fast, quiet and possessed a phenomenal sense of balance. You have to be damn good to fight a running battle while wearing four inch heels. She was also lethal when she had to be, a combination which would have made her an excellent ninja. Luckily the profession was extinct and Azurite didn't go looking for trouble. But when it came looking for her she was always ready.

Margrave studied her visitor warily, what did she want? Azurite had always been somewhat mysterious to her. Back in the Dark Kingdom she'd got worried after smelling Azurite's phermones and realizing she wanted Calcite. When a more powerful youma became a rival you had three choices; strike first, run or die. She'd quickly realized that surprising Azurite was unlikely but was too stubborn to take the second option. Things had been further confused by Azurite's interest in Pyrite, the scent was subtly different, and her restraint in acting against Margrave. After a nerve wracking few weeks she'd realized that, for whatever reason, Azurite wasn't going to challenge her over him or arrange an accident. Say a sudden gust of wind when Margrave was near a cliff edge. She hadn't understood why but had taken full advantage of the fact. The recent discovery that Azurite and the others were Renegades explained a lot. To an extent. Dark Kingdom lore held that Renegades were cowards and weaklings. Neither Azurite and Calcite qualified as that. Pyrite lacked physical power but had demonstrated his own courage on several occasions. If Titanite had a failing it was recklessness and lack of judgement rather than cowardice. Experience would provide restraint, if she survived long enough to learn. Ti was maturing but she still had a long way to go. At any rate with the security this discovery gave her and Calcite's pledge of protection provided she left humanity alone Margrave had felt safe in needling Azurite. A security that had grown when Azurite defended her, against all logic, from those new Senshi. Yet deep inside a few traces of her old uncertainty remained. Traces that were making themselves felt by inducing sweat on her paws and a dry throat.

Azurite broke the silence. "Nice dress." A neutral comment to start. The black and white contrast was quite striking.

"Uh yes ... I picked it up at that boutique in Shinjuku."

"The one we wrecked?"

"The one you wrecked!" Azurite raised an eyebrow but didn't dispute this. "Yes well, Calcite figures we should throw some business their way after the trouble you caused. Bit of an overreaction, after all they had insurance. Anyway this caught my eye."

"A little flashy for this early in the day."

"Look he asked me to come along while he talks to this client and look decorative. As he asked rather than ordered I agreed."

Azurite's voice was noncommital. "He should have hired an escort. Less risk of screw ups."

Margrave's temper rose. "Contrary to what you think I do have some self control!" This was delivered in a hiss. Azurite looked about to reply then sighed. She tried again in a calm tone.

"This is getting me sidetracked, it's not why I came to see you."

Margrave sniffed. "The odds of the two of us managing a civil conversation are pretty remote. Besides you took some effort to arrive unnoticed which doesn't exactly inspire confidence."

"I just want to have an undisturbed little talk with you on a few serious matters." Azurite stepped inside and closed the door. The soundproofing would keep their voices from carrying. Margrave tried to piece it together. This must be connected to the move somehow. Something she wanted to say before leaving. It was unlikely to be a fond farewell. A few parting insults? No, they did those publicly all the time. So what was it all about? Azurite finished marshalling her thoughts and began.

"Margrave, we aren't friends now and that's never going to ever change however much Ti wants it to." Margrave nodded, fact was they were both comfortable with their mutual antagonism. "I'll concede that you're unlikely to cause major trouble. I thought you would but I've observed you closely enough to know you've got a firm commitment to survival and realize you're hopelessly outmatched." That elicted a snarl, while Margrave couldn't deny the facts she didn't welcome them. "The real problem is Titanite."

"Titanite?" What was wrong with her? She'd into human society easier than any of them. So much less to unlearn.

"Ti likes you. I'm not too comfortable with that but that's her choice. All I can hope is that she'll grow out of it as she gets to know you better. The real problem is that she trusts you, and I definitely don't like that."

"That's also her choice."

"Unfortunately true. The problem she doesn't know just how untrustworthy and treacherous you really are."

Margrave bit back the smart remark she'd been about to make. Azurite looked very cold right now. While her Kingdom rep hadn't been as bad as Calcite's she'd carved out her own ice bitch act through her actions. Nobody trifled with her if they could avoid it. This would be a very good time to remember that. Azurite continued.

"Titanite's important to me. She's both the little sister I never had and the carefree girl I wanted to be. I don't want you spoiling that. So if you start getting her to follow your own warped path then I am going to eliminate you. Even if that means alienating my fellow Renegades. Is that quite clear."

Margrave nodded slowly. "Yes, your threat is quite clear."

"It's not a threat. Threat implies some ambiguity about carrying it out. There is none. I will do this if necessary. This is a statement."

"I believe you." What else could she say? Admitting she liked Ti the way she was would be an unyoumalike statement. As the last true member of her race she had standards to uphold before the others. With one exception. She didn't understand why but that was how she felt. Besides Azurite would never believe her. Safest to make her think she'd scared Margrave into compliance. Azurite looked and smelled dead serious, Margrave wasn't planning to see if she was bluffing. So now she knew of two things that would push Azurite past the point of no return. Corrupting Titanite and seducing Pyrite. Good thing she hadn't intended to do either.

Azurite watched her for closely then nodded fractionally. "I think that's I needed to say."

"I hope so."

With that said Azurite shook her head and asked semi rhetorically, "Titanite's just too young to know any better. Why does Calcite put up with you?" She wasn't really expecting an answer.

The catwoman shrugged nonchalantly. "He could have done a lot worse. I was hardly his first."

"So what was he to you, your hundredth?"

"I wasn't quite that popular back in the Kingdom. There are reasons beyond our old association that make a lot of sense. But after your little announcement I don't feel like sharing confidences with you. Figure it out for yourself."

Azurite nodded and opened the door. To find Titanite standing outside about to hammer on the door. "Uhm ... I was looking for both of you but I only expected to find Margrave in here. The guys are done talking and ready to get going." Azurite and Pyrite were visiting the owners of their new accomodations. A few final formalities and some socializing remained. So that the family they were renting from would be assured they weren't planning to wreck or westernise the place. Also so they could get entertained at the renter's expense. No shortage of formalities in this country. But as the Otonashi's seemed like nice folks they didn't object. For some reason Titanite found the landlord's name amusing. Must be some otaku thing.

"So what were you two talking about?"

"CLOTHES!"

"Uh huh." If they hadn't glared at each other before speaking in unison she might have bought it. She decided to hope they were making a first step towards getting along and not inquire further. Why risk disappointment?

"I'd better get going. See you later Ti."

Azurite headed out and Margrave muttered, "I hope everything works out for them."

"Really?" That was the first nice thing Titanite could recall her saying about Azurite.

"Absolutely. If it does then she's out of here!" Titanite sighed but forbode to comment. She really should have known better. Well maybe putting some distance between them would improve matters.

"It must be pretty near a done deal. Most of their stuff is already packed." In what appeared to be cardboard boxes but were, as Margrave could testify, made of camouflaged lightweight paperthin crystal sheets. Impossible to pry open, having genetically coded locks, and capable of chipping a claw if you accidentally tripped then instinctively lashed out (which should have cut the sodding things open) on your way down. Not that she cared or was at all curious what was in them, of course. She just wanted to make sure Azurite wouldn't be walking off with some unspecified possession of hers.

"Guess I should head downstairs. Shouldn't keep your brother waiting. Looks like it's just you here today. Or are you heading out with friends?"

"No such luck. I've got a pile of homework to get through."

"Ah yes the good old human education system. Kingdom methods were a lot faster. Direct implantation of basic knowledge then learn whatever seemed useful to you."

"Big brother mentioned something about 10% getting their frontal lobes burned out."

"I'm not saying it was perfect." None of Beryl's "tutors" ever mentioned that until the telepathic transmitter was pressed to the child's forehead. This enabled them to savour the moment of pure terror without fear of escapees. That fear had a one in ten chance of being the last thing you ever felt. If you survived you were fairly useless the next few weeks as you tried to sort through the pile of randomly organized data they'd fired into your brain. This is probably why most youma took a dim view of learning and didn't try to teach themselves afterwards.

"I don't think it's going to catch on around here anytime soon."

"I suppose not." Margrave finished checking her dress for wrinkles. "How do I look."

"Beautiful."

"Naturally. At least as naturally as it can be when you're using a glamour." Margrave regarded her critically. "A few more years seasoning and you'll be drawing attention away from me."

Titanite flushed. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Seriously once you shed that gawky adolescent look you've got you'll be a real heart breaker." She grinned. "After all you've already got one admirer."

Titanite's flush increased, she had only herself to blame for that mess. A few months earlier she had needed to see a few old laserdiscs so she'd charmed them out of her school's ultimate otaku. Toji Kimua fit all the stereotypes of fandom ; overweight, painfully shy, socially maladroit and not in the habit of bathing frequently enough. Titanite had underestimated the effect of her visit on him. This had evidently been the first time a female of his own age group had ever acted nicely towards him. He'd overreacted and decided he now had a girlfriend. He seemed oblivious to hints and Ti didn't want to publicly humiliate him so she was stuck with him hanging around. It might be an anime tradition that the attractive outsider always falls for the geekiest guy in school but Ti felt you had to draw the line somewhere. Only her guilt feelings over just using him to get hold of the BGC discs and background info kept her from telling him to get lost. Margrave had offered to seduce him, thereby giving him a new obsession, but Titanite didn't feel right about that either.

Margrave paused at the door. "By the way you mentioned some new boy you were interested in?"

"Yeah. Actually I'm thinking about doing something about him today."

"That's the spirit." Margrave winked. "Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Do I really want to ask what qualifies under that?"

"No. I don't think you do. Bye."

"I'll see you later."

After a moments thought she headed for the stairwell to call goodbye to her brother and her ...well honorary older sister. Which was also how she thought of Azurite. Although in different ways. Azurite was the type to use as a role model while Margrave was more like the black sheep of the family who rode with bikers. A bad girl type, always fun to watch but not to emulate. At any rate everyone else was out of the house and gone for hours. Today was the perfect day and she was ready. So why was she suddenly feeling so edgy?

The impulse to head directly for the lab was almost overpowering. She forced herself to march to her room. She'd spend an hour working on her homework then get to work on her own project. Just in case anyone suddenly came back for anything they'd forgotten. She had enough self control to wait.

Thirty nerve wracking minutes later she was creeping through the empty house starting at every noise. The lab door opened without any trouble. The security system was programmed to recognise and admit all of the Renegades. Margrave's suggestion that she be programmed in had been politely ignored. Or, in Azurite's case, loudly rejected.

Pyrite had already packed most of his equipment for transport so what she was looking for was out of the safe. They should be ready for easy access, perhaps the first box? Jackpot!

To casual inspection the device appeared to be a tricorder as seen on Star Trek (original series model). The shell concealed the intricate magick empowered crystalline heart of the machine. It was, quite simply, a key. A key to a very special gateway.

Shortly before becoming reacquainted with Margrave the Renegades had discovered that their hasty exit from the Dark Kingdom had caused a tear in the integrity of this continuum. They had accidently created a weak spot between this plane of reality and others. Initially this had seemed the solution to their worries about the Senshi. If they could find a counterpart to the synchronistic zone which enabled them to survive in Tokyo they could emigrate to a world without Senshi. Which seemed a great idea to everyone except Titanite. There were only two drawbacks. The first was unconfirmed but it appeared parallel worlds operated by slightly different laws of physics. So each world encountered had its own character. There was some evidence that entry from an outsider into a new continuum lead to the outsider being absorbed into the dimension's pattern. In short you'd change to fit your new home. If there'd be any resemblance between the original and new version of yourself was questionable.

The second problem was more serious. To date all the alternate worlds they'd probed had shown a resemblance to anime series. Perhaps just some bizarre coincidence (given an infinite number of dimensions everything has to happen somewhere) or cross dimensional contamination (psychic leakage from an alternate universe impinged onto a receptive consciousness, now we now where they get their crazy ideas) or some other reason they hadn't come up with yet. Whatever the cause the similarity of other dimensions to various anime shows couldn't be denied. Hence the problem.

There is quite a bit of apocalyptic anime. You wouldn't want to find a world being invaded by aliens/demons/cute bigeared elves and then have them follow you back to your own world. Imperfect as this one was it was all they had.

Following their last two experiences Calcite and Azurite had shelved the project. From their descriptions Titanite had identified the first as resembling "Wicked City". The second was currently unknown. They'd described a Tokyo under seige by a variety of monsters who'd been concentrating on hunting a clumsy teenage girl with a habit of exposing very garish underwear. The aforementioned teenager kept being hauled out of danger by a green blooded, snake eyed fellow with organic blades in his forearms. Titanite hadn't been able to find a match for it yet. Perhaps that series wasn't on the air yet. At any rate dimensional travel seemed more trouble than it was worth. They retained the keys as an emergency escape device should the Senshi decide the only good youma was a dead youma. Beyond that they served no purpose.

Titanite hadn't been on any of the cross dimensional expeditions and had had to sneak into the BGC world. Perhaps if she had been included she wouldn't be doing this. She turned the device over thinking if she wanted to go through with this. On reflection it wasn't so much a crush as curiosity. If anime series could be found in parallel worlds then it followed that the Ranma 1/2 series was out there somewhere. The title character fascinated her. With so many girls falling for him he must be really special. Or, she conceded, that all the girls in that version of Nerima were mentally deficent. It was possible to interpret events as illustrated either way. The only way to know for sure was to go and see. Unfortunately she didn't know where to find it. So the only solution was to hop from world to world until she found it. She didn't think it was nearly as risky as the others believed. They tended to be overly cautious and pessimistic in her humble opinion. A result of their upbringing

She checked her notebook. The keys were supposed to be programmed to not return to any of the worlds visited to date. Still she'd avoid punching in the codes she'd copied down just in case. She wasn't totally reckless. Which was why she withdrew what appeared to a small scale model of the starship Enterprise and a copy first ST series communicator. Pyrite's own fannish interests tended to manifest themselves in his equipment disguises. Folks would take her for a Trekkie, at least if they saw this junk. She didn't normally carry a large handbag so she'd picked up this cheap plastic one a few days ago. There was one last precaution to take. A quick trip to her brother's room and the deed was done.

She headed out the door and straight for the bus stop. It'd be a lot quicker to teleport but she still had some problems with warp sickness. Her trip to MegaTokyo had taught her interdimensional travel was a lot easier to handle. Besides it would be best not to waste power needlessly. Just in case. Funny she'd thought of that. All the training must be paying off.

Almost an hour later she'd arrived in the right park. How long this green space would endure in this sea of concrete was anybody's guess. One thing you had to give the Dark Kingdom was they'd had greater respect for their environment. Perhaps because it had been so hazardous and sealed in they knew they'd have to live in whatever mess they created. Perhaps because they'd never developed industrial civilization and massive population growth. Funny to think humans might have been able to learn something from youma.

The place wasn't very crowded with the weather turning colder. Colder by local standards anyway. She seemed to be the only unattached one in the place. Everyone else was walking in twosomes using the temperature as an excuse to huddle together. It gave her a funny feeling to watch all the couples. Well she'd worry about that another day. The place she stopped at didn't seem in anyway remarkable but she'd never forget it. This was the first place on earth she'd been. It was also the sight of the serendipitous reality fracture. Obscurely proud that she knew what serendipitous meant Ti fumbled in the bag and activated the key. She'd punched in a sequence at random before she left the house. As good a method of getting started as any.

A small gateway opened, visible only if you knew just how to look. No one was in sight so she tossed the Trek model through the gate then loitered aimlessly for the next ten minutes. A flicker of motion caught her eye and she snatched the Enterprise out of the air. As casually as possible she reached into the bag and slotted the probe into the space on top of the faux tricorder. The device downloaded the data and gave its answer.

Optimum conditions for youma. She could thrive in the world next world as easily as here. At least within the twenty kilometre radius of the gate entry point. Something nagged at her momentarily then was gone. She'd taken all the precautions she could. Time to get going. She expanded the gate and waited a moment for a couple to walk past. Odd, the one with the blue tinted hair was obviously a girl but she couldn't decide if the blonde was male or female. As soon as they were gone she stepped forward and vanished. After a few moments the gate dwindled to standby mode.

It was getting towards evening when Calcite and Margrave returned home. Both were in a fairly relaxed mood and Margrave was feeling a familiar itch. The house seemed dead quiet.

"Ti?"

"Waste of time, her latest scent's a few hours old." Maybe she'd after the boy she'd mentioned the other day. About time, by Kingdom standards she was way behind schedule.

Calcite loosened his tie, "Everything went smoothly."

"Of course it did. With him drooling over me you could have got him to agree to anything. But who can blame him for that?" Humility was just a word in a dictionary to Margrave. There was something else she'd been meaning to ask. "Not that I mind but I still don't understand why you bother working. I know we need to make money as we'd be squeezed if we just lived on those reserves but you don't need a job. All you have to do is go into any bank, make eye contact with the president and zap! He'll give you anything you want then happily agree to forget meeting you and coverup all traces of the loss."

"Let me ask you this. Would you feel secure if I felt free to implant thoughts in the minds of anyone I chose. So you'd never know if you were thinking for yourself or following orders I'd programmed in?"

That was a very good point. She was already uncertain enough about her mind these days. There seemed to be increasing changes in her behaviour. "I think I'll just be thankful for Renegade scruples and let this drop." Take Titanite, she'd once thought of the kid as cute and amusing. Rather like a pet. Now? Now she was ... what? A friend? Ridiculous, only Renegades made friends. Pyrite had checked, she was 100% normal youma. So what was happening to her?

Calcite had noticed the answering machine blinking. Azurite's voice rolled out. "Looks like we've got ourselves a home. I've run into some friends so we're celebrating the news. Don't expect us back until much later. Bye. Oh a word of advice, put the cat out." Very faintly, "Down would be better."

Margrave supressed a snarl then purred, "Just you and me then."

"For the time being."

"Seize the moment I always say." The predatory look vanished. "But first I'd better ditch this outfit. Don't want it getting torn." She disappeared upstairs.

Calcite was mildly surprised. It seemed she was getting a bit more propriety about her material possessions. Not long ago she'd have torn it off and jumped him if she'd felt the urge. She wouldn't feel the same way about his clothes and he didn't want to waste this suit so he'd better hang it up. He shut off his glamour and headed upstairs.

As he entered his bedroom he saw the envelope sitting on the bed. It was addressed to him in Titanite's hand. Must be her whereabouts. He opened the letter and began to read.

Margrave had dropped her glamour and was carefully hanging her clothes (making a note about drycleaning) when she heard Calcite swear. He wasn't one for overeacting which meant something had just gone very wrong. She dashed down the hall.

"What's wrong?" Most men (and women) would be startled by the sudden arrival of a catwoman in lady fatal black lingerie. This wasn't that unusual for Calcite so instead of staring he said, "My boneheaded sister seems to have done it again!" His tone was a mix of anger and worry. "Take a look at this!" Margrave took the proffered note and read out loud.

"Dear big brother, if you're reading this then I didn't get back in time to destroy it so I guess something's gone wrong. I've been thinking about this for a while and I've decided to borrow one of the dimensional keys. There's a boy I'm interested in meeting but he's only a fictional character in this world. Course so were the Knight Sabers and we met them." Margrave had a sudden sinking feeling. She'd told Ti to go after whoever it was. "Uhhh ... So I've decided to go have a look for myself. I don't know if I can find his world so I'll try opening a few random doors and see how this works. The coordinates for my first gate are down bottom. If I find the right world I'm not planning a long stay. I'll just log the world then head back when I have more time. If all goes well I'll be back between 3 and 4 pm. Of course if you're reading this then I'm not back yet. Or you're back early. Either way I'm in trouble."

"That's an understatement."

"...So if I'm late I'd appreciate a rescue. Thanks a lot, Ti. PS Don't worry I'm not dumb enough to jump into another dimension without checking if it's habitable first." Margrave gave a low whistle. "She's really done it this time, huh?"

"Ti all the worlds we visited were habitable. It was the inhabitants that were the problem!" Calcite looked unhappy. "First I'm going to find her than drag her back here. Then I'm going to kill her."

"It'd be more cost effect to leave her wherever she's wound up." The look Calcite gave her made it clear he wasn't amused. "Small joke. So now what?"

"Now I dig out a key and a tracker, follow her and get her out of whatever mess she's got herself into." Assuming that's still possible, a small voice in the back of his head whispered. He ignored it. Should he call in Azurite? No. No sense endangering them for Titanite's folly. This was partially his fault. He should have considered this a possibility but he'd thought she was maturing. She's always bounced back from problems without a scratch. No injuries that didn't heal within a day. It's given her an exaggerated opinion of her capabilities. She still doesn't believe she can get really hurt.

"Uh ... Cal?" Margrave was looking uncertain. "Mind if I tag along?"

"Why?" That didn't make sense. She couldn't be seriously concerned about Ti. Margrave was wondering the same thing.

"I ... well if you don't come back then that brings it down to Azurite, Pyrite and me. Frankly I don't want to hang around here with her as the boss! I'd rather be stranded with a few universes between us."

That made a certain amount of sense. "Allright. But you'll need to wear something a little more substantial. That outfit is a little too conspicuous. Especially in late autumn!" Margrave sniffed then headed for her closet. Calcite quickly drafted a note to Azurite then clipped Ti's note to it. Tossing his suit to the floor he dressed in haste in a pair of jeans and a slightly baggy sweater. A moment's concentration made his hair shift from green to blond and removed the green pigment from his fingernails. He tossed the note in Azure and Pyr's room and met Margrave in the hallway. She'd opted for jeans and a tight fitting sweatshirt emblazoned across the chest with the legend "Silicon free zone." A leather jacket with "Hellcat" across the back completed her ensemble. He forbode to comment. She'd already reactivated her glamour.

Margrave followed him into the lab but stood aside from the container he opened. She didn't want Calcite thinking she was using the situation to grab a few odds and ends for herself. Her first time in here. Not that there was much to see, everything was neatly packed up.

"That's the key?"

"Right."

"What are those?" Calcite was holding a halfdozen bluegreen crystals.

"Spare batteries. It's possible she just exhausted her key's charge and simply can't open a gate home."

"Certainly possible. It'd be just like Ti to set up a really intricate plan then forget something obvious."

He grunted a reply and punched in the code Ti had given. Now since he couldn't count on her staying in the next dimension the tracker would be useful. Finding and recreating dimensional gates only a few hours old shouldn't be a problem. The equipment went into a battered looking backpack. It had taken a bit of wear in previous cross dimensional journeys.

Obviously worried about Ti. Natural enough for him. So why was she worried? "So do we take the car or ..."

"No." Calcite wrapped his arms around her and suddenly her senses went berserk. They were standing in a shaded spot in a clump of trees. There were a few moments dizzyness while she adjusted to the abrupt shift in sensory data. Teleportation was rough on those with heightened senses. Most people just had to adjust to a visual shift. She had to face an instant change in scent and background noise level that almost no one else perceived.

"A little warning would have been nice."

"Sorry." She had mentioned the problem before. "But you'd better get used to it. Dimensional shift will have the same effect or worse."

She hadn't thought of that. Calcite checked no one was watching them and activated the key. Margrave felt the invisible warpgate open. She was about to step forward when Calcite blocked her. He tossed something forward. "Probe. Just making sure. Now we just need to kill ten minutes." Margrave smiled. Not enough time for anything serious in a public place but she'd do her best.

Ten minutes later the probe (Klingon bird of prey design) reappeared. Calcite grabbed it and slotted it onto the readout sensor.

"Everything's fine over there. Ready?" She nodded.

The gateway expanded at the key's prompting. Looking like a couple out for a walk arm in arm the two stepped forward and vanished.

Undetected in the shadows a woman whose dark hair tinted to green watched the gateway flicker shut behind the couple. She wasn't too keen on anyone recklessly punching holes in the fabric of spacetime but she knew that this was necessary. Another thread in the great tapestry of fate.

"What will be, will be."

She grasped her staff and faded from view.

End of part 1

Next : Valantine's Day comes a little early for Setsuna Meiou as a tall, dark handsome fellow steals her heart. Also the obligatory grim stuff all Sailor Moon related stories seem to need these days. Oh yes, plus the title character makes an appearance.

Part 2 : Dark Interlude

Dark Kingdom Renegades : Titanite's Bogus Journey

by Mark Latus

Part 2 : Dark Interlude

Titanite stepped through the warp then glanced around the new world in confusion. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust. There must have been a shift in time. It had been afternoon in her own world, here it must be the middle of the night. It was pitch black. She'd never seen the sky over Tokyo look so dark. She was in the same park, or rather this world's equivalent to the park but things had changed drastically. The trees hadn't just lost their leaves they were all dead. Some had been burned down to stumps. The grass had browned and died beyond hope of revival. The empty walkways were cracked and twisted. Earthquake damage? It was so quiet. So utterly silent. No traffic noises, overheard voices, the thousand background sounds of a teeming metropolis. Just the rustle of the wind. Nothing more.

It was such a dark night. Where were the lights? On closer examination most of the surrounding buildings looked damaged. With dawning horror she realized many of the buildings that had bordered the park had been reduced to piles of rubble.

Titanite shivered though the cold didn't touch her. Where was everyone? She was far from an expert but this damage didn't look fresh. Why weren't they rebuilding? Had this area been evacuated because of some threat? But the probe hadn't picked up anything harmful. At least nothing harmful to her. She was in the equivalent of the synchronistic zone. How far this one extended she didn't know, the probe only scanned a radius of 20 km. Could there have been a plague? Human diseases couldn't touch her so the probe wasn't set to look for those.

Plagues don't wreck buildings. An earthquake and a plague? War? An invasion? Were there creatures from another world in this city? Apart from her. That is creatures from other planets that belonged in this universe but not on this world. Of course interdimensional invasion was always a possibility as well ...

She realized she was distracting herself. Trying to find out what was going on was a good first step. Her first impulse was to call out. Of course that might attract the wrong kind of attention. Were those bones over by that tree stump? She didn't feel the urge for a closer look. What she needed was a quiet way of checking things out. Of course! Aura reading!

All sentient lifeforms produce auras. If this had something to do with souls or was some side effect of brain activity she didn't know. Perhaps animals produced auras and she simply couldn't sense them. Human auras "looked" like yellow outlines around the person. Senshi auras were bigger and brighter versions of human auras. Youma auras (normal and renegade were indistiguisable) "looked" blue. Unless glamour was used in which case they'd pass for human. Normally she didn't look for auras. In a city as crowded as Tokyo they all merged together with any sort of distance and all you'd perceive would be a bright blur. Besides why look for auras? She already knew who all the other youma in the world were and the Senshis' real identities. If you suspected an ambush you could look for the concealed lifeglow but otherwise what good was this ability? Perhaps now she finally had a real use for it.

She reached out with her mind probing gently for auras. One kilometer ... two ... three. She was at her limit now. Her mind swirled around and around feeling for the slightest trace. Nothing. No intelligent beings with three kilometres of this place. What had happened here? And did she really want an answer to that question?

No. All things considered what she wanted was to get the heck out of this world. She touched the key and clicked the coordinates up a notch. Once again a small gate opened and she tossed the probe through. The sooner she was out of this spooky place the better. It gave her the creeps.

And yet ... yet there was something eeriely familiar about this place. Which was crazy as the only way she'd have visited this city would be in her nightmares. The probe returned and she hurriedly jammed it into the reader. Good, the next world was reading excellent conditions for youma survival. She widened the gate and stepped through.

Several hours passed. The park remained empty apart from the odd rat scurrying through in the unending search for carrion. There was none here. Everything had been picked clean long ago. Then suddenly there was a new presence in the park. All the rats downwind smelled cat and ran.

Margrave staggered slightly and Calcite steadied her. She pushed his hands away and snapped, "I'm fine." A lie but she hated admitting weakness. Calcite withdrew and studied his surroundings. After a moment he began scanning for lifeglow. Margrave fought off the disorientation. She hadn't expected the change to be so extreme. Well she'd been unconscious on her previous dimensional crossings. She'd adjusted to the change in worlds while she slept. There was a stench of decay underlying everything. Probably Calcite couldn't smell it. The odour of the humans' smelly vehicles had faded to a minor background scent. That wouldn't have happened overnight. Something unpleasant had happened here months ago.

"Nothing alive within five kilometers. At least nothing human."

"I'm not picking up any fresh scents. And I wouldn't miss them here, the air's a lot cleaner. I've got Ti's scent though."

"Oh?" He tried to sound casual.

"Not much to report, she doesn't seem to left this point."

"Guess she took a look at the local scenery and departed."

"It's not exactly encouraging is it?"

"No. Not in the slightest."

Margrave saw what he was looking at. "Are those bones?"

"Yes."

"Human?"

"I think so."

Fascinated Margrave strode over and picked up a ulna. There were bite marks all along it where the meat had been chewed off. Rats most likely. Amazing. "Imagine leaving this much behind when you die."

"Human remains crumble to dust eventually. It just takes a lot longer."

"I suppose." She dropped the bone back into the heap. "What happened here?"

"Could be a lot of things. That sky could be a clue."

She looked up. "How so?"

"There are no city lights to wash out the sky but we still aren't seeing stars. Maybe it's just extremely overcast but I don't see any hint of cloud."

"Me neither. It's just black." Was she hearing something? Margrave glanced around but there was no one there. She was feeling edgy. Why? No discernable threats, this place was as quiet as ... as a graveyard.

"Perhaps it isn't night."

"What?"

"The upper atmosphere could be full of dust which is blocking sunlight and shrouding the world. In which case it could be high noon."

Nasty idea. She'd come to enjoy the feel of relaxing in sunshine. Even if it did fufill catgirl stereotypes. "What could cause that?"

"Several things. A large meteor crashed into the earth throwing gigatons of dust into the air. Not to mention causing global earthquakes.

"Unpleasant thought."

"That's actually the best cause of the shrouding."

"Why?"

"Because that would be a cosmic accident. No one's fault. The alternative is global thermonuclear warfare. Hundreds of massive explosions shooting radioactive dirt into the stratosphere. Triggering nuclear winter."

"So they could have done it to themselves?"

"It's a possibility."

"Ah ... that probe would have checked for radiation, right?"

"Yes. No environmental hazards. This place is clean."

"Good. The air's certainly better." Margrave paused as she sniffed the city scents again. The voice still seemed to be there on the edge of her hearing. Yet there was no sound. Was she cracking up? Of course not. She was too strong willed for that. "One thing I can tell you is the auto scents aren't ancient. This place was a functioning city not too long ago."

"How long ago?"

Margrave shrugged. "Months ... perhaps a year. I'd estimate 18 months at the most." Did it really matter? A minor mystery of another world. Nothing to do with them. It was curious though.

Right now there was another mystery which concerned her. "Do you hear anything?"

"Apart from the wind?"

"Yeah. Not exactly a sound. More like ... whispering that you can just hear but not make out."

"No." Calcite looked puzzled. "If there's anyone out there 'grave they're too far away to hear."

"I know but it's so ... familiar." It was and yet it wasn't. Suddenly the words poured out. "It's like ... like you've always lived by the sea so you've always heard the waves and it's so regular that you tune it out and don't hear it with your conscious mind. Then one day it stops and you know something's missing but you can't remember what. So you move to a city and you forget it but one day you go back to the shore and you hear the tide again and you know what you've been missing."

Calcite looked at her. "I can honestly say I've never felt like that."

"There's no whispering?"

"Not that I can hear. Your hearing's sharper than mine but there's no one alive for miles. No one human or youma anyway."

"I know that but ..." But what? It wasn't really a sound. Just her imagination? Perhaps. Could be a side effect of the disoreintation shifting worlds had caused. Where had she heard it before? She suppressed a shiver. She wasn't going to let this place get to her. Still there was no reason to hang around here, was there?

"Cal ..."

The device in his hand beeped. "I've tracked her second gate. Here we go." The new gate opened and the probe zipped through. Now they just had to wait. They surveyed the wrecked city in silence. Calcite was beginning to think everyone in this Tokyo must be dead or gone. All those millions ... what the hell could have happened?

Margrave broke the silence, "Deja Vu all over again."

"Sorry?"

"Just thinking there's something about this place that seems so familiar. Which is crazy as the only other Tokyo I visited was MegaTokyo and there's no correspondence."

"Wasn't there a massive quake some years before your arrival?"

"Yeah but they started rebuilding almost immediately. This place has been left to rot." After a pause she continued quietly, "You really think they could have done this to themselves?"

"It's a possibility."

"It is, isn't it." A moment's silence then she continued in the same tone. "It's funny ... in a black humour sort way ... I mean ... well back in the Kingdom I just took it as gospel that we were worse than the humans. We were youma! The baddest of the bad! More vicious, more violent, capable of any mayhem while they were sniveling peace loving cowards. Now ... I've been looking through those history books of yours and I can see why they disturb you."

Calcite nodded. "My original view of humanity was a little on the optomistic side. There's never been a lack of good among them but throughout their history there have been no shortage of people who'd have fit right into the Kingdom."

"Yeah. I mean when you get right down to it, compared to what they've been doing to one another for centuries, what did we do that was so bad?"

"Only because Beryl didn't get the opportunity. As for humans, I suppose it shouldn't really surprise us. Our race derived from humans. The difference being normal youma get born evil. Humans get to choose."

"So you think I'm evil?"

"Yes."

"That's a relief. I was afraid you thought I was going soft."

"I'm sure you'd be raising four kinds of hell if the Senshi weren't around to stop you."

Margrave frowned at him. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Wouldn't dare." The probe reappeared. "Looks all clear. Ready to go?"

"Sure. Watching rubble isn't a lot of fun." Besides thinking what might have happened is getting to me. She couldn't believe she'd just thought that. She was getting way too sentimental.

The gate expanded and they stepped forward. The park was empty again.

Calcite had been wrong in both speculations. Humanity had not wrecked the world by their own actions. Perhaps they would have but they'd lost their chance. Nor was the city empty of humanity. There were two prowling the ruins beyond Calcite's sensing range.

Miles away and a few minutes earlier the pair had threaded their way through the crushed remains of the supermarket. With a grunt the taller of the two forced the wedged storeroom door open. Eyes glinted in the darkness beyond and the rats hissed. They weren't giving up this treasure trove without a fight.

"Back off!" The rats didn't budge. They didn't fear the tall ones anymore. Nothing hunted them anymore, no traps to avoid. Besides they'd glutted themselves on the tall ones carcasses and knew they tasted good. They were many ... perhaps the pack would dine on fresh meet tonight.

There was a crackle, a brief flare of light then the smell of burned meat and fur filled the air. The remaining rats fled and she nodded. Her companion's cold voice whispered, "Watch it!"

"If they can track that little power then we're screwed for sure. Besides the vermin weren't backing down."

"The rats are are getting bolder. See if they left anything."

"Like I wasn't going to do that? I'm not a complete idiot ..." As she turned she caught the expression on her friend's face. "What's wrong?" Not another fight, please God no! They were still recovering from the last raid.

"I ... I don't know." It wasn't like her to sound uncertain. The cold feeling increased. "I picked up something ... could just be a sensor glitch. It wasn't a teleport signature but something similar. Almost like the spacial warp to D point but again it doesn't match. Whatever it was it's messing up the readings." She consulted her old city map. "It's centered on a park in Juban ... I used to go there every chance I got. Beautiful spot. They never did demolish it." She sounded wistful. It wasn't like her to sound sentimental these days. "At least it didn't get wrecked until Tokyo died." The icy rage was back. "No sign of activity beyond that point and the readings are clearing. Could be a glitch." Neither wanted to think what they'd do if their equipment broke down.

"So what now?" As always she deferred to her friend. She knew was neither a leader or strategist. All she could do was bust heads when pointed in the right direction. She was very good at that.

"No sign of enemies or detection. We might as well keep scavenging."

"Right." The storeroom was a disheartening sight. It looked likethey'd got into everything. She stooped to pick up a soupcan. Punctured. The rodents had very sharp teeth. Was anything left? "At least there's no shortage of rat."

"Too tough and bony." An old joke. Given what the rats around here had been eating neither felt like touching them. They weren't that hungry. Not yet.

There was a cardboard box on the top righthand shelf which looked intact. She scrambled up and hauled it down. A look inside confirmed the rats hadn't got to it yet. She felt a sour smile form. Well it was better than nothing. "I hope you like instant ramen."

"Beggars can't be choosers. What's funny?"

"Just remembering someone. She never got her quotes right."

"Don't think about them. It just makes it harder to keep going." A single tear rolled down her cheek. The only crack in her expressionless mask. Her friend shut up and began transferring the pot ramen into a large sports bag she'd looted earlier. They were both skating the edge and dealing with it in different ways. It would be far too easy to fall. Then she heard her friend swear explosively."

"What is it!" Instinctively she dropped into a defensive posture and looked for enemies.

"That glitch reappeared! It's gone now but the exact same thing twice in a row is more than coincidence. Ten minute interval between occurrences!"

"What does it mean? More important what do we do?"

Her friend studied her screen for a moment then spoke. "We go and take a look for ourselves. Onsite inspection might give us some answers."

"Is that wise?"

"Maybe not. This could be a trap. But I don't think so. Whatever it is it's an anomoly and we need answers. Ignorance could get us both killed. This is one of the few places on earth we can remain undetected. If that's changing we have to know. We'll also need to find somewhere else to resupply."

"If you say so." Her friend and follower sounded uneasy.

"Look Zeus we have to know what's going on ..."

"I'd appreciate it if you used my name! Maybe you won't answer to anything but Hermes but I'm not throwing away my past just yet!"

"... As you wish. At any rate knowledge is power and ignorance is death! We have to know what's going on or it could get us killed. We're all that's left! We have to survive at all costs until we learn how to put things right." Her friend nodded and she hid her thoughts behind her emotionless mask.

She wants to believe me so badly. Once again she cursed her intelligence. She knew damn well they didn't have a chance in hell. So why keep going? Just for the chance to get as much vengeance as possible before the end. Which she didn't think would be much longer. What else did they have left?

Zeus hefted her bag and the two moved silently out of the building. Following Hermes silent cues she moved quietly and quickly through the dead city.

Her friend was wrong. They weren't the last. At least not just yet. Still it's a big world and she had no idea what was happening in England. By a twist of destiny a fateful battle was concluding in Wiltshire.

The two faced each other before the massive castle. Once the megalith circle known as Stonehenge had stood here. It was gone now. The stones crushed to gravel and incorporated into the walls of the Citadel. The battered challenger didn't know why he'd built here nor did she care. All that mattered to her was destroying him.

The woman who'd called herself Setsuna Meiou poured all her energy into the sphere forming between her hands. Nothing seemed to faze him, this was her last shot. It had to work!

The name was one of many she'd borne. The latest in a very long string. Once she'd know all the names she'd wear in the future as well. Now everything had collapsed into chaos. This wasn't supposed to have happened! How had it all gone wrong? A single day and everything that was to have been was shattered.

But all she'd seen was possibility. The future was not fixed and who should know that better than her? Still she'd refused to accept it. She'd braved the time storms attempting to salvage the future she'd seen. She'd known in her heart she couldn't beat the paradox wave but for once she'd refused to accept the laws of time. Barely, only barely had she escaped erasure. Re-entering normal time had been nigh impossible. She'd managed at last but at a point months removed from the disaster. The world had been remade during her absence and she seemed the only one left to put it right. Two others remained but they weren't strong enough to help her. Perhaps she wasn't either. He'd shrugged off all her attacks with little effort. Could she beat him? She had to! Now!

"DEAD SCREAM!"

He stood silhouetted against the bulk of the citadel as the sphere shrieked towards him. One hand raised to meet the onrushing ball. His fingertips brushed it and there was a massive explosion. Masonary sprayed everywhere as the blast ripped open the walls. Setsuna's knees buckled and she leaned on her staff for support. She'd thrown all her remaining power into that. It must have worked!

She couldn't see anything except a haze of smoke and powdered wall. There was the crash of falling masonary and the cries of the injured and dying. Human cries. Oh dear God he'd been standing in front of the servants wing! Screams and prayers for intercession echoed out to a deaf heaven. She hadn't known. Even if she had she'd still have blasted him. There had been no choice!

From behind a voice cursed her. Four translucent figures stood watching her. Two male, two female. The four quadrants of the circle. Their images transmitted from their palaces around the world. This was the end of the line. Her powers were exhausted and so was she. Any of the four could teleport here and finish her with ease. They were apt to be upset at losing their center. Though they wouldn't have to bother. She couldn't handle the approaching guards in her current state. She clung to her staff for support. Neither weapon nor badge of office now, simply a crutch.

Her life was forfeit but she'd killed their god-king. A fair trade. With him gone things would change. Humanity stood a chance of regaining the upperhand. A pyrric victory but far better than defeat ... why was only the eldest of the four cursing her?! She glanced urgently to the right where the image of the youngest stood. She was smiling at her! It couldn't be! He had to be dead! She tried to straighten up as she glimpsed movement behind her.

The agony hit an instant before the hand exploded through her chest. In the instant before her eyes filled with blood she saw it clutched something in its' grasp. Something whose regular pulsations were becoming irregular spasms. Through the haze of the pain she heard his voice saying, "If you truly are the mistress of time this is your last chance to rewrite history."

A normal human would have died almost instantly. Setsuna's magically enhanced constitution kept her going for several agonizing moments. Long enough to realize she was dying having failed utterly. Her fingers went limp and the staff slipped from her grasp. It toppled and arced towards the ground. The instant before the orb on its' top could strike the ground it winked out of existence.

The eldest of the four watchers chuckled. "Now that has to hurt!" He began to laugh then stopped. None of the others had joined in. The three silently watched the Overlord with expressions of concern. The Overlord's own gaze remained fixed on the place the staff should have landed. He seemed oblivious to the slumped woman impaled on his outstetched right arm.

To the Overlord's left the older man saw his junior (who wielded far more temporal power) talk quietly to no one visible. Giving orders to some flunky standing by the hologram transmitting stage. The female members of the circle stood to the Overlord's right.

The two women exchanged glances. Then the younger cleared her throat loudly. The Overlord didn't react. She tried again, making very loud and overdone coughing noises. Still nothing. she was about to try a third time when the older women made a "wait" gesture. She spoke loudly.

"Excuse me oh supreme lord and master of us all ... but you appear to have some debris caught on your sleeve." The sarcastic tone got through. The Overlord glanced to his right arm then shook his head. He looked as though he'd realized he'd forgotten to zip his fly or some other minor embarrassment. He braced his left hand on the dead woman's shoulder then heaved his trapped arm backwards. It tore free with an unpleasant slurping noise bringing blood, muscle and fragments of bone with it. He looked at his bloodsoaked arm and shook his head again. This shirt was a writeoff, better call for his dresser. Realizing he was still holding her heart he let it drop. He released his grip on her shoulder and Sailor Hades fell in that artless, boneless manner that only the newly dead can manage. His gaze flicked to her momentarily then he turned to his left and spoke to the younger man.

"There's a problem. I want you to take a closer look." The other gave a respectful nod and stepped backwards. His image flickered out.

The Overlord's gaze went back to the dead woman. He shook his head. "That was far too easy."

The older woman snorted. "You're forgetting the power levels you operate on these days. If she'd hit you with that thing in the old days we'd be breaking out the dustpan." The younger woman (youngest member of the circle, period) nodded.

"Back then I wouldn't have been stupid enough to just stand there and let it hit me. Still I expected her to be more of a threat. She has ... had a very dangerous reputation."

"Which we knew by legend only." The younger shrugged. "It could be like the seven ... the six. They were supposed to be hot stuff but the fact is they're nothing very special."

"I suppose that's true."

"You didn't want to face a real threat did you?"

"No, no. It's just ... I expected more."

The missing man reappeared. He was now wearing his customary black crystal armour and surrounded by hovering equipment. The Overlord turned to him.

"Examine her." He nodded and knelt over the body. Various crystals moved to surround the corpse. After a moment the Overlord asked, "Well?"

The other shrugged then remembered the armour hide the movement. "I'm not sure what you want me to say. Her first to fourth thoradic vertabrae have been shattered, the lower half of her left lung has been shredded, most of the lefthand ribcage has been destroyed, her heart's been removed by rather crude surgical means and there's a hole through her big enough to stick your arm in. It is my considered opinion that this woman will never play the violin again."

"Thank you for that in depth analysis doctor." His tone was dry but amused. "Getting serious we have two problems. I didn't see where her staff went and I can't find her soul."

The other frowned. "One moment." At his command a stasis field covered the body preventing further deterioration. He reviewed his indepth sensor scans and his frown deepened. "What the hell?"

"Karmic track hasn't failed us yet. We retrieved the other reincarnates with no problem. So what's gone wrong?"

"I can offer a theory ... but it's fairly far fetched."

"Let's hear it."

"According to legend Hades had either control over time or time travel abilities. Perhaps at the moment of death she somehow projected her soul through time. So she'll be reborn at a later date. Perhaps years from now."

"Or she sent herself backwards in time. In which case she's already reborn and perhaps a battle capable adult."

"Unlikely. If that was the case the new Hades would be registering on the global net. Same soul after all. Besides interfering in the past risks time paradox."

"She might have been willing to take that risk."

"Then why face you at all? She could have gone into the past and destroyed us as children."

"A good point. We'll leave the network scanning. If she reappears for rebirth we'll find her host and do the usual."

"A wise decision." Pause. "I'd like to remove the brain for analysis. There's still active braincells in there so I might be able to download some answers. It'll be best to do it while she's still fresh so I'd like to remove her from the field and get to work."

"You brought a braincase with you, didn't you." The Overlord seemed amused.

"Well it's a shame to waste the chance ..."

"Go right ahead. Can't deny my right hand man."

The oldest watcher's face momentarily reflected his anger. Why did that pup rate ahead of him? The older woman caught the expression but held her peace. Patience. Now was not the right time.

"I'd like to dissect the rest of the body. I realize you'll want to display it but there's a lot I'd like to know about Senshi anatomy. It could be useful to the hunt teams."

"Eternally curious, eh? Fine but leave the face intact and preserve it. The rest is all yours."

"Much appreciated." He began checking his equipment.

"Well we are family."

The elder bristled again. Past time to assert his own presence. Flattery and praise amusingly expressed should do it. "Nicely done, my Lord. Nicely done indeed. Heh, to think the humans call us heartless! What about their guardians?" He began to laugh uproariously. The Overlord smiled, the kind of smile you give to a bore when you're too polite to tell them to eff off. The second joke concerned Valentine's day. A shadow of distaste crossed the armoured man's face. The elder continued, making a complicated pun on aorta. The youngest member of the circle sighed quietly and looked to the Overlord's back.

"Why do you permit that fool to remain among us?", she thought. "He has long outlived whatever usefulness he once possessed. Besides you don't like him any more than the rest of us."

"He lets him remain for our sake." The words were spoken quietly. She realized her elder's image stood beside hers. She must have been letting her dislike show. Her friend continued, "He set conditions for terminating our jester over there. Unless the funnyman breaks them he will not act against him. After all if he breaks his word to him how can we trust him not to do the same to us? Trust is what binds us together and made us strong."

"But he's not one of us! None of us trust him."

"True but it's the principle of the thing. We both know he always keeps his word." The younger woman sighed with resignation. The elder smiled and continued. "I wouldn't worry too much, he won't be with us much longer. He's overly ambitious and nowhere near as smart as he thinks. Within a year he'll overreach himself and when that happens ...", she chuckled, "... you'll have to get in line if you want to execute him."

She smiled herself, it was a pleasant thought. "Perhaps", she thought, "I can speed things up a bit."

Meanwhile the monologue was interrupted by the belated arrival of a contingent of palace guard. The scientist, busy opening the skull didn't look up. The Overlord turned lazily to face them. The captain immediately flung himself facedown in the moss.

"Oh Avatar of Supreme Darkness the hem of whose garment I am not worthy to touch ..."

"Captain ..." Spoken quietly but the other silenced immediately. "... Let's skip the part where you spend ten minutes telling me you're not fit to share the same universe as me and get right to the bloody point." The captain opened his mouth. Sensing a flowery declaration the Overlord added, "And address me as 'Overlord' or 'My Lord'. It'll save time.

"Yes oh Great ... Yes My Lord!" The frown disappeared. "Do you wish a report on security?"

"Just the highlights."

"Very good Overlord. The dungeon remains secure. All present and accounted for."

"Excellent. I wouldn't want my guests rejecting my hospitality."

"Ah ... yes, My Lord. I have a squad stationed there in case of a followup raid while security remains compromised. The stasis tubes are also secured and under heavy guard."

"Good."

"Do you wish the casualty figures among the guard?"

"Not right now. Chamberlain!" He'd been awaiting the summons and materialized immediately. Two terrified servants stood with him. One held towels and a washbowl. The other carried a fresh shirt. At the Overlord's nod he indicated for them to remove the blood sodden shirt and clean their master.

"My Lord?"

"Consult with the captain and organize what we need for replacements."

"Very good, My Lord."

The Overlord turned to look at the shattered wing. "Bring workers through from the enclave and get this mess cleaned up. Dispose of the bodies and take the wounded back to the enclave. If they're salvagable fix them up. If not ..."

"As you command Overlord."

"Then get the workforce busy on rebuilding. I have an image to maintain. Captain ...?"

"Yes, My Overlord?"

"Make sure the workers are guarded. Just in case any get ideas about sabotage."

"Very good, My Lord."

"Chamberlain ....", the other bowed again. "Get replacement staff. You know what I want."

"Female and within the specified parameters."

"Exactly."

"How decadent." The Overlord turned to smile at the youngest of his four deputies.

"I understand all your servants are handsome young men."

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with decadence." He laughed and turned back to his courtiers.

"Get busy." The Chamberlain bowed and teleported. The captain backed away bowing constantly and assuring the Overlord his wishes would be carried out. The Overlord sighed. "I'm all for proper respect for authority but this is getting a little ridiculous."

"After what you did to his predecessor you're surprised?" He looked over to the image of the older woman and shrugged.

"Idiot tried to assassinate me. He got off easy."

"True but a death that flamboyant is bound to scare the shit out of them. Particularly if they've had disloyal thoughts."

"Let them think what they like. They'll never be loyal but I'll settle for obediance."

"Well you've got it. So don't complain." He grinned and the comedy relief brindled. How could she get away with that? If he tried it they'd be talking about disrespect for the Overlord! She continued, "Y'know you could just wave your hand and the wall would be fixed."

"What's the point of being Overlord if you have to do all the work?"

"Good point. Course it'd be a lot less drafty."

"Heh. Guess it's time for a tour my domains until the Citadel's fixed."

"Great. I'll tell the maids to break out the good silverware." They both laughed. It had been a good day. So what if Hades did come back again? She couldn't touch him. He'd just have to kill her again. The toughest Outer Senshi and he'd wiped her out with ease. Life was good. And once the Circle had ditched the blowhard life would be perfect.

Meanwhile in another dimension a few hours earlier:

Titanite looked around in confusion. This wasn't a park, it was a paved courtyard. The surrounding had shifted too. It looked like the gatepoint on this world had a different spacial location. The salaryman who'd been about to walk into her stared in confusion for a moment. Then he realized the girl could not possibly have materialized in front of him. Gaijin don't appear out of thin air. She'd been there all along and he just hadn't seen her. As he hadn't plowed into her there was no need to apologise. He stepped around her and dismissed the matter from his mind. The other half dozen people who'd seen her arrival came to the same conclusion and forgot about it.

Titanite deactivated her gate and tried to get her bearings. This could be the right world merely the wrong place. Perhaps she should find a phone directory of Nerima and check for a Tendo Dojo or a listing for Soun Tendo. Or just check a booksellers. If Ranma 1/2 was being published as a manga they wouldn't be real on this world.

Across the courtyard something caught sight of Titanite. Unknown female ... alone .... targetting ... Lock on! It blurred towards her unnoticed.

End of part 2

That's enough grim stuff for the time being. Time for a little action.

Next time : Guns!

Girls!

Gratuitous Sexual Harrassment!

Ladies and Gentlemen meet Cityhunter!

in Part 3 : "XYZ spells Hentai!"

Dark Kingdom Renegades : Titanite's Bogus Journey

by Mark Latus

Part 3 : XYZ Spells Hentai

Titanite caught sight of the red and blue blur just before it reached her. She froze momentarily, all her training forgotten, then reached for her transmuter bracelet. The blur screeched to a halt resolving into a man wearing a red shirt with a blue jacket. His lecherous look vanished to be replaced by a thoughtful expression.

"Too young but definite potential. Do you have an older sister?"

"Huh? Uh, no. No really." Her hand was resting on the bracelet ready to activate her Sailor Polaris costume. Though come to think of it if the need arose, now that she was out of her own world, she could use her powers without changing and not worry about exposing her identity. Of course it'd be more fun while wearing the costume.

"Oh well. Look me up in four or five years. Bye!" He thrust a sheet of paper into her hands and blurred off. Titanite followed his path and saw him him accost an attractive brunette in her early 20s. The lecherous look was back. He said (more like shouted) something about going for tea. She nailed him with a right to the jaw and he went flying. He rolled over three times then jumped to his feet apparently none the worse for wear. For the next few minutes Titanite watched him recklessly approach a variety of women and get slapped, punched, kneed and, in one case, judo tossed. He always bounced back and went on to the next woman. Who the heck was he? The style reminded her of Ataru Moriboshi but this guy was actually good looking. Perhaps if he wasn't so hyper he'd be a lot more successful. Anyway there was no sign of an angry flying woman in a tiger striped bikini so the Ataru theory seemed unlikely.

"RYO!"

Now that sounded angry. The expression of lust had been replaced with one of terror. Screaming for mercy he bolted from the courtyard pursued by a woman with reddish hair who ran past carrying an enormous mallet. It didn't seem to be slowing her down as she dashed in hot pursuit raising a cloud of dust. Had her eyes been glowing? People seemed a little startled but not completely amazed. Were furious women running around with massive hammers commonplace?

It occurred to Ti she hadn't actually looked at the handbilled he'd given her. It was for XYZ Enterprises. Some sort of troubleshooting company which proported to solve a variety of problems. Many of them concerning personal safety and crime related problems. It was rather vague about what XYZ would do about these problems and the contact instructions were a little obscure. Write XYZ on the Shinjuku train station bulletin board? It was run by one Kaori Makimura who claimed to have a dedicated and committed staff. Although Titanite didn't know it the staff consisted of one man. But the claim was true. To an extent. Kaori had occasionally tried to have Ryo committed in hopes of curing his total lack of control around all women {all except her which didn't bother her in the least [honestly]}. He generally arrived back home chased by angry nurses and in possession of most of their underwear. As for dedication... well he was dedicated to chasing any woman he saw. No one could deny that.

Titanite made a note to invesigate the name when she returned to her own world. In the meantime she folded the paper and slid it into her bag. Then went off looking for the nearest source of manga.

Several hours later the same salaryman who'd almost walked into Titanite was crossing the courtyard again after a few drinks. This time, he decided, he hadn't seen two gaijin appear out of thin air. After all people didn't appear from nowhere so he must have imagined it. Pleased with his logic he headed home. Everyone else who'd witnessed their appearance rationalized it away. The ability of humans to believe in the face of direct evidence is both one of the species greatest strengths and one of its' greatest weaknesses.

Calcite studied the skyline. "Spacial shift, we aren't in Juban anymore. There's a different gatepoint in this world. Looks like Shinjuku." Margrave groaned and slumped against him. "Margrave."

"I'm fine just ... just a little dizzy." Her voice was weak.

"Bull."

"Okay, you got me." She paused a moment trying to gather her thoughts. "None of you have senses like mine. We just switched from a silent city with almost pure air to this noisy, stinking place. It's hitting me harder than I expected." She shifted to drape an arm around his neck. "I'll be fine, I just need a few minutes to recover."

"Let's find you somewhere to relax until then." He glanced around and spotted a cafe. Called, somewhat ironically, "Cat's Eye". An omen? He dismissed the thought. "That'll do fine."

Margrave leaned heavily on him as he made his way there. Not that it slowed him down. With his strength her weight was negligable. He opened the door and stopped dead at the sight of the hulking bald figure wearing thick dark glasses. This was either the largest human he'd ever seen or someone had shaved a gorilla. Margrave gave a startled gasp.

"Welcome." That was probably supposed to be a friendly smile. Well it could speak, but Calcite wasn't quite ready to ditch the gorilla hypothesis yet. Maybe they should find somewhere else. He'd better decide quickly. Standing in the doorway like this wasn't solving anything.

"Please come in." The petite woman who appeared by the whatever-it-was's side looked like she was used to "fight or flight" reaction her associate induced. An attractive dark haired woman of about his age she seemed genuinely friendly rather than simply parroting a line.

"Thank you." They stepped inside and the woman realized Margrave was leaning on Calcite.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Just a little tired." Margrave removed her arm and straightened up. "You order, I'm gonna sit down." Stumbling slightly she headed for a booth. Calcite wasn't offended by her rudeness. Youma hated being dependant on anyone. After all in the Kingdom if you were reduced to seeking help you were in a lot of trouble. You might get it but charity was unknown so you'd be in someone's debt. And they'd gouge everything they could from you in exchange. Closer now Calcite realized the woman wasn't small, she stood about 5'10". She was just dwarfed by the Incredible Hulk or whatever he was called. Shouldn't have been a surprise, Mike Tyson would be dwarfed by this guy. No one else in here but the four of them.

"Two coffee's please ..." A label caught his eye. "The Columbian."

"We don't have any made so it'll take a little while to perk."

"That's fine. We're in no hurry." Margrave needed time to recover more than she needed coffee.

"If you don't mind my asking is she really alright?"

"She'll be fine. Just a little disorientated from the jetlag."

"It can be hard to adjust to new timezones. Might I ask what brings you here?"

"Just tourists. We decided to try the off season to miss the crowds."

"Missing the crowds in Tokyo would be a good trick. However you're right, there aren't many tourists around right now." Was he getting paranoid or was she watching him closely? The big man (tentative identification) also seemed to be keeping an eye on him. He also looked a little edgy.

"Your friend seems a little nervous." She glanced over and frowned slightly.

"That's odd. You don't have a cat with you? No of course not, perhaps you own one?"

"No, we don't have any pets."

"That's odd. Falcon-sama is ... a little phobic about cats but I don't know of anything else that worries him."

"Miki."

"Yes?"

"Don't burden our customers with personal problems." The giant became silent again. A man of few words.

Falcon was undecided about these people. The girl appeared uncoordinated yet there had been a hint of something ... and why did she make him think cat? He repressed a shudder.

The man was another matter. You can tell a pro from an ordinary person by the way they move and how they observe their surroundings. It's unconscious. A result of never letting your guard down except in the company of the very few you can rely on. So you have to choose your friends well as that will make you vulnerable. He was giving off pro-like vibes and yet ...

He didn't match the description of anyone Falcon knew. Perhaps he should ask Ryo. No. Asking his rival for assistance would be a mistake. Regardless of what everyone thought they weren't friends. He just helped Ryo out so he could be sure City Hunter wouldn't die before they chose to fight their final duel.

Returning to the man in question he spoke excellent Japanese for a tourist. Just a hint of a British accent. Very good indeed. A little too good for a casual tourist. He was concentrating on them so hard that he missed the man who silently slid into the cafe.

As he was waiting Calcite decided he might as well ask if they'd spotted Ti. "Excuse me but have you seen this girl?" The photo was of Ti in her "Titania Hobbes" glamour. Miki glanced from the photo to him.

"No I haven't. Your younger sister?"

"Yes. She got separated from us earlier. It's nothing urgent and I'm sure she'll find her way back to the hotel. Still ..."

"...Still you worry about her anyway."

"Right. Big Brother syndrome."

"Perfectly natural. I'm sorry I haven't seen her. Have you Falcon-sama?" The giant shook his head. The glasses hid his eyes but minute head movements made Calcite think he kept flicking his gaze between him and Margrave. Calcite suddenly remembered Ti had dropped her glamour while in MegaTokyo. Perhaps she'd done the same after departing.

"She might have dyed her hair green. She was threatening to do that."

Miki looked amused. "I'd definitely have remembered seeing anyone looking like that. But I wouldn't worry, this is a very safe city."

"You're right. I'm just overreacting." Had Ti stuck around this version of Tokyo? If he'd paid more attention to her viewing habits perhaps he'd know the name of the boy she was looking for. She hadn't given Margrave a name either.

Feeling a little better Margrave glanced over to the counter and saw Calcite getting along well with the woman. She clamped down on the automatic jealousy. They wouldn't be here long so there was no danger. She'd been watching the people passing the window and something odd had struck her. She hadn't seen a single Japanese blond which was odd. There were no shortage of them back in their Tokyo. It could just be a statistical fluke and yet ...

She shook off the speculation and breathed deeply. She was getting used to the scents and sounds here. Problem was she'd have to adjust again on the next crossing. Perhaps it would be easier with repetition. Also if the environment was similar there'd be less adjustment. She closed her eyes and let herself drift. The whispering was gone, if it had ever existed anywhere outside her own mind. It could just be some natural phenomena of the other world. Whatever it was it didn't concern her. She was feeling a lot better. Then the voices at the counter cut off at the same time she realized something was touching her chest!

Her eyes snapped open and she saw the hands resting on her breasts. Her gaze flicked upwards to see the widely grinning idiot who'd crawled over the top of the next booth in order to fondle her.

"YEAHAH! The shirt's right. No silicon. 100% natural!"

For a moment Margrave calmly considered the fact that she must be more messed up than she thought if a human could get this close to her. For a moment. Then rational thought was washed away in a red haze as her volcanic temper triggered. The memory of humbling herself a thousand times before the more powerful of the Kingdom who saw her as a recreation aid. Having to put up with dozens of unwanted advances on pain of injury or death. Always having to smile and pretend they were the best lovers in the Kingdom so they wouldn't hurt her. Now a human thought he could touch her at will?! HOW DARE HE! She snarled, twisted and slashed her claws into the goofy smile!

Miki looked up from her conversation with the man who'd introduced himself as Calvin Hobbes to see Ryo grab his companion. She lashed out with an unfamiliar but lethal looking counterattack. Her fingernails looked longer than she'd thought. Calcite began to call for Margrave to wait knowing it was already too late. He took a step forward expecting to see the man reeling backwards in a cloud of blood with most of his face torn off. Then stopped dead in amazement.

Margrave froze in astonishment in front of her booth. The lech was standing before her unmarked except for four faint red scratches across his face. She'd missed? But how? She stared at her claws (which under glamour appeared to be long, sharp, fingernails), they were fully extended. How had he dodged? It wasn't possible!

"Kitten's got claws ... and sexy thighs!"

Now he was on the floor clinging to her leg. She gave a battlecry and struck downward. The edge of the table snapped off from the blow. Her hand tore through the space he should have been and smashed into the floor. She'd missed again and her hand was now embedded in the cafe floor. She hadn't even seen him move and was now stuck bent over! At which point she felt the hands on her butt.

He started to say something about how firm it was as she tore her hand free and wheeled around. With an inarticulate howl she slashed at him. This time all she got was a few red threads from his shirt. He dodged backwards and ran straight into Calcite who seized him by the shoulder.

While Calcite didn't want Margrave to kill this creep he had no intention of letting him get away unpunished. He had a very low opinion of the way this guy was treating Margrave. So he was planning to inflict a few nonlethal but extremely painful injuries.

The man's shoulder crumpled which astounded Calcite. He hadn't gripped that hard. Suddenly he realized he was now holding an empty jacket. What the hell? Was this guy a teleporter? From the look on Margrave's face she hadn't seen him go either. A glance to the couple behind the counter showed Miki wearing the longsuffering look of someone sick of this nonsense while the man she'd called Falcon just looked embarrassed.

Calcite ignored them and began scanning for aura as Margrave sniffed the air. She'd got his scent now (how could anyone have that much testosterone?), she'd find him. She spotted his hiding place just as Calcite raised a hand to point to the rafters. She growled and ripped the broken tabletop free then flung it towards the ceiling.

The pervert freefalled from the rafters, landed lightly then dodged to the side as Margrave tore the exposed table stand free and flung it like a spear. It missed and punched a quarter of its' length in the floor. Calcite sidestepped to put himself between the guy and Margrave. Regardless of what the aura said he didn't think this guy was human. The man looked utterly confident that he could get past Calcite. He didn't seem to be listening to Falcon telling him to leave the customers alone or else. Miki strode over to the door and flung it open.

"RYO!!!"

The voice of doom cut through Cat's Eye. Calcite and Margrave turned, half expecting to see Queen Beryl in the doorway. Instead they saw a red haired woman clutching a massive hammer marked "101 tonnes". She seemed to be glowing. The look of confidence vanished to be replaced by naked fear.

"AAAAHHH! MERCY LORD KAORI!!!!"

"RYO, TAKE THY PUNISHMENT!" The hammer arced down and the whole cafe jumped at the impact. The dust cleared and they saw the man was now half buried in the floor. Trapped beneath the massive hammer. Amazingly he was still alive though not enjoying it much.

Miki looked at him and shrugged. "Sorry Saeba-san, but I really can't have you harrassing the customers." The two customers were studying the scene before them in astonishment. Miki looked at the percolator and shook her head. "Kaori-chan you've spilled all the coffee. I'll have to start over."

"Oh heheheh ... sorry. He just gets me so worked up sometimes. I have to relieve the stress somehow."

"I can understand that but I'm still going to have to add the floor repairs to your bill."

"Miki-chan!"

"Sorry but this is a business and the insurance companies won't even return my calls anymore. Excuse me Hobbes-san?"

Calcite snapped out of the daze. "Uh ...yes?" He kept looking back at the merger of flooring, Ryo Saeba and mallet.

"I'm afraid your coffee was spilled so I'll have to start again. It'll mean another few minutes."

"Uh ... Margrave how are you feeling."

"Huh?" She shook herself. "Uhm ... fine, great, couldn't be better." In a quieter voice she hissed, "Let's get the hell out of this nuthouse!" Real savage women with giant hammers, just like in Ti's videos. If she hadn't seen it she wouldn't have believed it. Besides she was afraid the groper would shrug off his injuries and come after her again.

"Actually if Margrave's recovered we really should be going ... how much for the table?"

"Don't worry about it. That was Ryo's fault so I'll add it to his tab."

"What's Ryo done now?" The speaker was an attractive and very self assured looking woman who had just entered. She was wearing a short blue dress which showed a slight bulge against one thigh. Her hair was a dark shade of black than Miki's and she seemed to radiate authority.

"Saeko-san" Miki sounded surprised to see her.

"Saeko-san" Kaori sounded unhappy to see her.

"Saeko-chan!" Ryo exploded out of tangle and landed in front of her. Looking a little tattered but exhuding confidence again he took her hand. "Have to come to pay off your tab to me." Kaori bounced a mug off the back of his head but he didn't notice.

"Tab?" Saeko suddenly sounded very airhead. "Oh my I don't remember any tab."

He pulled out his wallet and produced a pile of IOUs. "You owe me 25 nights. Let's head for the nearest hotel and start working our way through them!"

Saeko looked a little panicked. "Uh Miki-chan you never answered my question. What did Ryo do?"

"Attempted to molest the lady with that gentleman."

"Miki-chan!"

"I call them as I see them Ryo."

"Really?" Saeko saw a way out. She flashed her badge. "Detective Noyama, Tokyo Police Department. Would you like to press charges against this person?"

"Urk!" Ryo's face fell and Margrave pondered. Then shook her head. She had no interest in sticking around to see this creep behind bars. She just wanted to find Ti and get the hell off this world.

"No. I just to want to put as much distance between us as possible." A few universes should suffice.

"Beautiful forgiving lady ..."

"Touch me again and I change my mind."

"And I beat the crap out of you!" Calcite had had it with this idiot. Falcon nodded. That tourist looked like a pro right now. He was radiating danger. Ryo wisely backed down. The two of them headed for the door. Saeko took the distraction to get on with why she was here.

"I'm glad to see all four of you together because the five of us are in trouble." Falcon gave a snort, he'd spent most of his life seeking and being in danger. Ryo looked serious, Kaori looked worried, Miki looked calm and resolute. "We've received word that the second division of the Black Army has entered Japan. It seems they hacked into the Ministry of Defense database and learned the names of those responsible for the failure of the "Sarah" operation. Their objective is to eliminate the five individuals who ruined their plans as an example."

Kaori gasped. She remembered the least about the Black Army's attempt at nuclear blackmail. She'd been kidnapped by the terrorists and brainwashed into thinking she was the leader of the army. A sacrificeable figurehead to protect the real leaders of the Black Army.

"But the Black Army was defeated. They were all either arrested or killed in action!"

"Just their first division. We hadn't realized they'd divided their forces before launching the operation."

Kaori shivered then felt Ryo's hand on her shoulder. "They won't touch you again Kaori." It didn't sound like bravado. Just a calm statement of facts. He looked utterly serious. Ryo Saeba the girl chasing fool was gone. In his place stood City Hunter. Perhaps the best gunman in the world though Falcon would dispute that. Suddenly his attention snapped to the windows. "EVERYBODY DOWN!" Falcon was already in motion diving to the ground and rolling so that his bulk was between Miki and the window. The glass exploded inward in a hail of gunfire. Saeko made a note to work on her timing.

A few moments earlier Calcite and Margrave had been leaving Cat's Eye. The street outside seemed threatening somehow. Something felt very wrong to both of them. Calcite's forceshield flickered around him as he activated it instinctively. Margrave felt it form and slid from walking by his side to following him. Across the street the order was given. All targets in position. Fire!

Bullets ricocheted off the front of Calcite's shield and Margrave tried to become one with his back. Calcite was in no danger but she was in trouble! If they started shooting around the sides or a bullet took a bad bounce past him ... ! She grabbed him by the shoulders, which rather startled him and dragged him back towards the relative safety of the cafe as fast as she could. As he wasn't anchored she was able to move him with ease. He was far stronger than her but that didn't affect his mass.

Margrave crashed through the door and saw bullets bounce off the steel reinforced counter. She ducked behind still dragging Calcite. He brushed her hands off. "Do you mind!"

"Not in the least lover. In case you've forgotten, you're bulletproof, I'm not!"

"Hello again. I didn't catch your name." Kaori had been tossed behind the counter by Ryo with orders to stay low. She'd bristled a bit but with her gun back at the apartment there wasn't much she could do.

"Margrave. That's Cal and I heard you called Kaori."

"Right. Sorry you got caught up in this."

"Just what is this?" Calcite stuck his head over the top of the counter saw everyone else standing by the shattered windows. They were all holding weapons and popping in front of the shattered windows to return fire. Evidently the gun control laws were a lot laxer in this Japan. Ryo was using a Magnum .357, an identification Calcite based on Clint Eastwood movies. Falcon was firing what appeared to be either a bazooka or a rocket launcher. Calcite would be the first to admit he didn't know much about firearms. Miki had a handgun he couldn't identify as did Saeko. Saeko's skirt had been torn away by the shattered glass exposing her thigh holster among other things. "SEXY UNDERWEAR!" The thought ripped through Calcite's mind and he began to drool. A bullet bounced off his forehead and he shook himself. What the hell had just got into him? He'd never got that distracted in a fight before.

Kaori stared at Calcite. For a moment he'd looked like Ryo during his hentai moments. Had she just seen a bullet strike him in the head with no effect? "Uhm this is the Black Army. They're a terrorist group ..."

There was a growing pile of bodies out there. The terrorists were firing wildly, trying to make up for accuracy with volume. Everytime Ryo popped in front of the window and fired somebody fell. "Most of the ones I see look caucasian."

"That's just a name!"

"So what do they want."

"Right now, revenge. We messed up their plan to nuke Shinjuku a few months ago. Normally they want money, power and infamy."

"No political agenda?"

"Not that I ever heard of."

"So they don't have a cause? They're terrorists for the sake of being terrorists?"

"Yes."

Margrave looked up from hugging the floor. "I can relate to that."

"I'll bet." Calcite looked to the window. "Think I'll lend a hand." He vaulted over the counter and sprinted for the window. These clowns were getting on his nerves. Besides it would give him another chance to ogle Saeko-chan. Saeko-chan? What the heck had got into him. He wound up opposite Ryo. City Hunter looked him over. He was getting the vibes of a fellow sweeper.

"Got a gun?" Like a magician Calcite raised a hand. Suddenly it was full of knives, flared out like a hand of cards. "You're never going to hit anyone across a street firing from the third floor with a knife."

"Oh ye of little faith." Calcite popped in front of the window and flung a knive. Driven by superhuman strength it blurred across the divide. A man in camouflage fatigues flung up his arms then fell forward from a third floor window.

"Hmph." Ryo popped up and fired once. The bullet tore through one terrorist, ricocheted off a parked car and dropped a second man. He raised an eyebrow at Calcite.

"Hmph." Suddenly Calcite was holding a razor edged discus. It screamed across the street bouncing from one target to the next and took out three terrorists. Before Ryo could top that Falcon put a rocket through a window on the fourth. Five men and a few bits were blasted into the air and splattered onto the street.

"Hmph!" Both of them glared at him. Margrave had peeked briefly over the countertop then dropped back hurriedly. Something was very wrong here. If Calcite wanted to wipe out the terrorists why do it this way? This wasn't their world, he didn't have to worry about exposing his identity by using his powers. He could simply teleport into the building and take the Black Army out from behind. Or simply stand in the window, let their bullets bounce off his forceshield and throw shockwaves until he'd taken them all out. Good grief, he wasn't even using energized or exploding weaponary. He was playing some sort of stupid, macho oneupmanship contest. Which was very unlike him. What the hell had got into him?

Dimensional shift adjustment. Oh shit, now she got it. Pyrite theorized that the time required to synch into a new world would vary with the world and the individual. Calcite seemed to have found his pattern for this dimension. Frigging great. On the bright side the gunfire from outside was petering out. Perhaps it was almost over.

The wall behind them exploded flinging Margrave and Kaori into the unyielding counter. Dimly Margrave felt someone grab her and an arm like a steel bar crush against her throat. She could still breathe but not easily. Her wits snapped back and she took in her situation. The five remaining Black Army troopers had used a shaped charge to blow the back wall. They'd entered through the hole and grabbed Kaori and herself as hostages. The black bearded one held a gun to Kaori's head. Her own captor had a forearm ready to crush her throat. That wasn't a problem, she could snap his arm with ease. The problem was the grenade held in his other hand. He was saying. "This baby has a very short fuse. I let go and BOOM!" If she broke his bones pain would make his hand open and the trigger would come off. If it was a very short fuse she'd never get clear in time.

The remaining three had guns pointed at everyone else who had their own weapons aimed squarely at the terrorists. Standoff.

"Drop the guns or the bitches are dead." Margrave was finding his assumption of her helplessness irritating. The urge to just shatter his bones and the hell with the consequences was growing. Also she had the sudden terrible feeling that someone would try something as stupid as shooting the grenade out of his hand. Hoping it wouldn't detonate on impact and would be knocked far enough away before exploding. Or Calcite might create a baseball bat and give it a try. This was not good.

"Margrave ..." Calcite didn't have any weapons visible. "You can break free so do it!"

"Cal you see this grenade by my ear ...?"

"It's under control. Trust me."

"Trust you?" The phrase was a joke in the Dark Kingdom. Nobody trusted anybody. Except the Renegades. They trusted one another and worked together easily. It made them strong. The secret of Calcite's control over his subordinates Azurite and Pyrite that she'd never been able to understand. He hadn't trusted her back then. Not that she was trustworthy back then. Or was now as far as anybody knew. "I don't know ..."

"Just this once." He seemed together again. The hentai also seemed to under control. His gun was pointed unwaveringly at the man holding Kaori.

"Oh all right."

The terrorist holding her found this amusing. "You really think this little slut can get away from me? You're out of your AAAAARGHHH!" He screamed as Margrave snapped his forearm like a twig and dived free. His hand snapped open and the grenade fell free. For about ten centimetres then it hung in midair for a fraction of a second before exploding. A spray of smoke, shrapnel, blood and bone fragments highlighted a sphere surrounding the shrieking man's hand. Or rather the place his hand had been. Kaori's captor stared in disbelief and she ducked her head out of his line of fire. Ryo's bullet severed his trigger finger and sent the gun flying. The remaining three were distracted for a fateful instant. Miki and Saeko opened fire but it was wasted effort as one round of Falcon's cannon blasted the remains of the other three back through the hole they'd made. Kaori's former captor sat there staring at his bleeding hand.

Ryo hugged the shivering Kaori and she cried on his shoulder.

Calcite helped Margrave up. "You all right."

"Just peachy. You?"

"I ... seem to be myself again. I guess the sight of you in danger sobered me up but I don't know how long it'll last. We should get moving before it recurs. Before everything went crazy I was going to tell you that the tracker had picked up a second warp. Ti didn't stay. She's moved on." Saeko had wrapped a torniquet around the handless man's wrist. Calcite let the implosion sphere he'd generated collapse. The mess it had contained spattered onto the floor.

"How did you do that?"

"Ancient ninja secret?"

"Uh huh."

He could hear sirens in the distance. "We have to be going."

"Leaving so soon?" Ryo broke free from Kaori and grabbed Margrave around the waist. "We were just getting acquainted!" Kaori fumed. Ryo dodged as Margrave slashed at him. She took a step toward him and sighed.

"Oh what's the point? He'll just dodge then grab me again."

Calcite concentrated and forged a weapon he'd originally created to attract Ti's interest in psychoplasm shaping. "Try this." He handed her the giant mallet and Margrave grinned. Ryo paled.

"AAAAARGH!" He was driven into the floor like a tentpeg. Not surprisingly he looked dazed.

"That was fun."

"It always is." Kaori had acquired her own hammer from somewhere. Margrave looked at Calcite.

"A few more minutes won't make a difference. I owe this clown some payback. I'm sure I can make it worth your while ...."

He smiled. "Well I have to open a gate then send the probe and have it report back ... you've got ten minutes." She purred. Calcite vanished and Kaori blinked.

"Where'd he go?"

"Don't worry about it." Margrave hefted her hammer. "How about a duet." Kaori nodded and swung her own mallet upwards.

"Oh if I had a hammer ..." WHAM!

"I'd hammer down some hentais ..." WHAM!

"I'd hammer down some hentais ..." WHAM!

"All over Japan ..." WHAM!

Ten painful, if tuneful, minutes later Calcite rematerialized. The police stared at him but at an order from Saeko went back to dealing with the living and dead terrorists. Falcon and Miki were trying to work out if anything was salvagable. He glanced at the crater in the ground from which faint groans emerged.

"Having fun?"

"Absolutely. Well I've gotta go Kaori-chan!"

"Okay. Nice working with you Margrave-chan."

Saeko looked at the pair. "Mind telling me just who the hell you are?"

Calcite shrugged. "Just a couple of tourists."

Margrave nodded. "And this place gets crossed off our vacation list." They waved and disappeared. Saeko stared openmouthed for a moment then smiled.

"I think I'll leave them off the final report."

Calcite and Margrave reappeared by the gate. "That was weird. Not to mention dangerous."

"Hopefully the next world's better."

"Better find out."

They stepped forward and vanished.

A few hours earlier in another dimension all hell was breaking loose. That was only partially metaphorical.

Amano Jyaku frantically wove his forcebubble through the air to avoid the energyblast that ripped towards them. Megumi screamed and covered her eyes to avoid the glare. It had missed them this time but there were no shortage of those tentacles all spouting those destructive bursts. Around them demons, humans, buildings and their own people, the manbeasts, were incinerated by the searing rays.

Why was this happening? The coming of the Overfiend was supposed to bring the three worlds together in eternal harmony! Instead the giant creature Nagumo had become seemed to care about nothing but destroying everything in its' sight. There was nothing left to unite. The Demon and Manbeast realms had already been destroyed. The human realm seemed to be next on the Overfiend's armaggedon agenda. What in the name of all the Gods and Devils had gone wrong?

They'd avoided a new burst and gained a few more moments but how much longer could they last? Everyone who'd attacked the Overfiend had been wiped out in seconds! Was this how 300 years of searching ended?

No, he wouldn't let it. He was Amano Jyaku, the Wandering One of Legend. He'd think of something. He always did. There was a way out!

There had to be.

Didn't there?

Please?

In the midst of all this chaos it's not surprising nobody noticed the girl who stepped out of nowhere.

End of Part 3

For a further explanation of the Black Army's previous appearance check out City Hunter 2 #49-50 (Farewell Hard Boiled City)

Next time : Sailor Polaris vs the Overfiend. Round one ... Place your bets!

Part 4 : The Revised Legend of the Overfiend

Sailor Polaris says : I demand a rewrite! Right now! I'm allergic to tentacles!

Dark Kingdom Renegades : Titanite's Bogus Journey

by Mark Latus

Part 4 : The Revised Legend of The Overfiend

Titanite stared in horror at the nightmare surrounding her. Tokyo was dying! The air was filled with dense smoke from the fires and ravening energy beams that destroyed all in their path. Overhead small flying figures, humanoids in almost invisible bubbles and creatures more twisted than any youma, surged through the air to join the cloud of their fellows making a last ditch attack on the creature than towered over the burning city. Throwing themselves in desperate assaults against the vast bulk of the monster. Which stood in the razed wasteland that had been Shinjuku just a hour earlier. Tentacles the size of train carriages lifted to meet them. From the tips energy bolts spurted at the cloud of demons and manbeasts. The symbolism was probably lost on those who screamed and burned to cinders. Falling like shooting stars to the scorched ground. No one remained down there to wish on them.

The noise was unbelievable. There were screams, prayers, pleas for mercy, the cries of demons, the howls of manbeasts, the thunderous crash of toppling skyscrapers, the sizzle of energy burning through the atmosphere and the deafening explosions as they impacted. Rising above it all was the roar of the Overfiend. Beneath her feet the ground rolled and bucked under the onslaught of constant shockwaves.

She shook off the temporary paralysis of shock. Try to think girl! Two courses of action ... reopen the gate and duck back to the last world or stay here and play hero. Play was the right word. There was no way she could do anything to stop this! That thing looked like Godzilla's big brother! She didn't have a hope of scratching it. Her brother's decision to abandon inter- dimensional travel suddenly made a lot of sense. Yet she could hear cries for help! There had to something she could do. Gather as many people as possible and evacuate them? How long could she sustain a gate before the key was drained? What if I'm trapped here! I don't know what to do!

She was panicked. She had to calm herself and think ... The explosion slammed Titanite across the cratered ground. Everything became a jumbled blur of nightmare scenes. She came to rest and woozily noticed her shield fluxtuating. She must have triggered it instinctively when the blast hit her. She dazedly studied the debris covered ground she'd bounced over. Without the shield she'd have been smashed to a pulp. It disappeared, she couldn't maintain it long in her current state. Her head throbbed. She'd heal soon. If she had the time. Take stock ... she was sprawled against the remaining wall of a building. Impossible to identify. She was bruised and hurting but didn't seem to have anything broken. She ... WHERE WAS THE BAG?! She didn't have it! She must have dropped it in the tumble! The key! She'd lost the key. She was trapped here!

Don't panic! She triggered her bracelet. There was a pause and a crackling noise before it activated. Her Sailor Polaris costume replaced her clothing. She felt a little calmer. Stop panicking and think like a superheroine. She was stuck in another dimension under attack by a giant monster that was destroying everything. What would Sailor Moon do in her position?

Wail and scream for Tuxedo Mask to save her?

Possibly true but not really very helpful. She was on her own here. It would be hours before they found her note and came looking for her. Okay priorities, either find the key or stay alive long enough for a rescue. Best to find the key and get the hell out. If the others had to come looking for her they'd be endangered. She couldn't let her stupidity make them risk their lives.

Tactical assessment. Right now she seemed unnoticed in this rubblepile. The creature had already blasted this area and seemed to be spraying areas further away. So she might have a degree of security. There was no sign of the people and creatures who'd been attacking the monster. Had it shot them all down?! Think. If this world has any similarity to an anime maybe that would give a clue to help her survive.

We have mass destruction and a big monster (could be a hundred shows). A monster equipped with very phallic tentacles ... like one of those sick H-anime things where ... (she had a sudden sinking feeling) where the creatures always go after schoolgirls ... schoolgirls who wear uniforms similar to my Sailor Polaris costume. Titanite had the sudden terrible feeling that she'd made a very big mistake in transforming. Without thinking she tapped her bracelet. It sparked twice then showed no signs of life. Damaged by the blast. Great. She was stuck like this. There was a scraping noise behind her. She whirled to face it.

The creature seemed to be a combination of toad and octopus. A noise like giggling trickled from the razor filled mouth that crossed its' chest. A dozen tentacles took the place of its arms, five on one side, seven on the other. Each tentacle had an unblinking eye on the tip. All of them seemed to be looking at her. Titanite felt herself go cold. It reminded her of a youma that had attacked her back in the Dark Kingdom. She tried to create a forcesphere. The air glowed between her hands but nothing substantial formed. Her head still ached too much to focus her TK.

Mxzfohlk was a normal low rank demon. A creature of lust and hatred he enjoyed nothing more than rape, torture and killing. Which he hadn't had much chance to practice having been confined to the demon realm for almost his entire existence. By chance he'd been near one of the warpgates the Demon Elders had punched through to Earth when the Overfiend arrived to destroy their realm. Free on Earth he'd begun amusing himself with mortals, like all the other demons who'd escaped, until the Overfiend returned to spoil the party. The Demon Elders had lead the charge against it uniting with the surviving Manbeasts for the first time and last time. Not having flight abilities Mxzfohlk had had to follow on foot. Having watched most of his bretheren incinerated he'd decided to disobey the Elders. An unthinkable action a few minutes earlier but none remained to punish him for his disobediance. He'd decided all that remained was to indulge himself for however long remained. Unfortunately the pickings had been slim in this blasted area. Until now!

It was impossible to mistake the creature's interest. Titanite was reliving one of her most hated memories. Nine years old, on her own in the Dark Kingdom. The youma that had seen her, a combination of insect and octopus. She hadn't known what its' look meant then. Suddenly it was on top of her, tearing at her clothes and she was screaming. Then it screamed and was gone and Calcite was there and she was clinging to him and crying and the monster was gone he'd killed it. But her brother was universes away now and there was no one to save her this time and her head was pounding like it was going to split open! Then it howled from lust and leaped at her.

Titanite screamed and closed her eyes thrusting her arms at the onrushing horror. There was a wet noise and something spattered against her cheek. The howl became a gurgling noise. She opened her eyes and stared in astonishment.

The creature had been cut in half and black blood had sprayed everywhere. There was quite a bit on her costume. The blood stained the ground and the sword she held. Sword? The creature's upper half glared at her in anger and its' tentacles writhed towards her. She slashed downwards without thinking. The sword cut through the head and chest lengthwise. The two halves flopped to the ground, twitched once then were still. Titanite looked at the blade in confusion.

Her right hand gripped a thin razor edged sword. She recognised it. When he'd begun training her to use her powers to their fullest extent Calcite had insisted she get some training with blades. Memory :

Calcite creating two blades, to a casual observer pulling