[myname_989]

Chapter 3: Stealing the Sacred Treasure.

Greg just stood there, dazed and confused. He had heard what the man had said, but was not able to comprehend it. “Wh...What?”, was the only thing he could mutter, and half-heartedly, didn’t really want the answer. He was even more curious about the wound on his side. He noticed that it wasn’t there anymore a few minutes back, but the reality of it was just starting to sink in. He thought about asking the man, but he still wasn’t really sure wether or not they were on the same side here. “One topic at a time,” he thought to himself. And so, he addressed the man. “Can you please tell me who you are, and what the hell is going on around here?!” The man stared at him blankly, and Greg assumed that he did not know the answer. But just at that moment, the man said, “I am terribly sorry, how rude of me to stare. My name is Ohitsuji, and I am a member of Batsuzoku Zetsumei.” Now it was Greg’s turn to just stare blankly. He didn’t want to sound like a total idiot, but he didn’t understand a word that the man had just said. But before he could answer, the man continued. “Batsuzuko Zetsumei is a secret organization, not of this world. We are called to the organization by fate, much like you were today. I am here, in this world, in pursuit of a criminal. I was chasing this man and had finally backed him into a corner over there,” the man pointed and than continued on with his story. “I was about to give him the finishing blow, when you came out of the alley.”
Now Greg was stunned. This man. This man who had stabbed him, did so...by accident? “What exactly did you mean when you said that he, ‘Got away’?” The man replied, “While I was a little surprised by your appearance, the criminal was also stunned. But it seems as though he used the explosion as a distraction to get away, not that it really mattered anyway. It seems as though I was unconscious for a while, besides getting beat up pretty badly.” The man began to rise to his feet, broken hilt still in hand.
He made three hand signs and a gateway of sorts appeared before him. He turned and looked at Greg and said, “Come.” Now Greg was really confused, this man, who had stabbed him and let a criminal escape, was now telling him to come with him? “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I want to go with you. It’s been real Ohi....” “Ohitsuji”, answered the man, and he continued, “I understand that this may all seem unreal to you, but, you do not understand the gravity of the situation.” Greg replied, “I don’t care how grave the situation is. I’ve had too much adventure for one day. I’m ready to live my boring life again.” Greg picked up his book bag and began walking in the direction of home. “Please, Greg, let us go back to Tetsu and regroup. After all, that criminal is still out there you know.” Greg had thought about this already, but decided that he didn’t really care. There was no way that the criminal had seen him through the smoke, and even if he did, that criminal owed him one!
I’m sorry, Ohitsuji, but this matter doesn’t concern me. I swear to you that I will not tell anyone of this matter, I found the whole thing quite interesting anyway.” “On the contrary, Mister
Yakedo, this does concern you.” Greg froze with his back to the man. “H...how did you know my last name?” “The Batsuzuko Zetsumei are a very wise group, Mister Yakedo, and we have been studying you for a very long time, sixteen years as a matter of fact,” replied the man. “As I told you, it was a matter of fate that led you here.”
Greg couldn’t breathe. This was unreal. He managed to stay calm. “Listen Ohitsuji-san, I am flattered by all you know about me but, I told you this dosen’t concern me. You should really be pursuing that criminal. Goodbye.” Greg tried to take a step, but he really wanted to hear Ohitsuji’s reply. “Understand this Greg-san, that criminal is one of the most dangerous criminals around. He steals only the most sacred treasures, and this time he is after the treasure that is most sacred to him and his clan, "Kusemono.”
Greg replied, “I am sure that you will be able to catch him, Ohitsuji, maybe you should start by guarding this treasure. Goodbye.” This time, Greg really did start walking home. He didn’t really care what Ohitsuji had to say. “The sacred treasure that this clan is after......is you Gregory Yakedo.

[vampirequeen101]

wow so cool!!! your really good at this.

[myname_989]

Originally Posted by vampirequeen101

wow so cool!!! your really good at this.

thanks! im getting kinda depressed that you
are the only one reading though (Believe me i
am very grateful!!) its just that i need more
opinions! haha, spread the word if you can!

ty ty ty
chap 4 coming soon.

[vampirequeen101]

i'll try but i see its been viewed.

[myname_989]

Originally Posted by vampirequeen101

i'll try but i see its been viewed.

thanks heres chapter 4

[myname_989]

Chapter 4: Ohitsuji’s Tale of Reasons.

Everything that had happened to Greg had been so unreal as of now, but this by far was the strangest. A rush of thoughts pushed through Greg’s head, most of them saying, “What the hell does he mean that I am the ‘sacred treasure’?” Greg thought about pinching himself to see if he could wake up from this dream, but that seemed to be a little cliche. Should he address Ohitsuji again? He was starting to get a little nervous among the mass confusion, but then Ohitsuji spoke. “Come with me Gregory Yakedo, back to our world.” Everything running through Greg’s head stopped, and a sudden anger rushed through him. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN GO BACK TO OUR WORLD!? THIS! THIS WAS MY WORLD BEFORE YOU SHOWED UP AND STABBED THE HELL OUT OF ME!”, Greg was breathing heavily, but he wasn’t finished, and gasping for more air, he continued, “I DON’T WANT TO GO ANYWHERE! I WANT TO STAY HERE! IN MY WORLD! WHICH WAS QUITE NORMAL, ACTUALLY, KIND OF BORING BEFORE YOU SHOWED UP!!!” Greg was finished now, and he breathed heavily as he waited for Ohitsuji’s angered response. However, instead of responding harshly, Ohitsuji said quite calmly, “You, are a weird character, Gregory Yakedo.”
This was the final straw for Greg, with every angry bone and muscle in his body, Greg took off full speed at Ohitsuji. About half way to the man, he cocked back his fist, took a lunge, and threw a punch with all the strength he had at Ohitsuji, aiming for the half of his face where his mask had been previously destroyed. Just as the punch should have landed on Ohitsuji’s face, he disappeared. Greg froze, scared senseless, he did not want to be stabbed again. Just at that moment, Ohitsuji appeared behind Greg, and using his own leg, swept Greg right off of his feet. He followed up that motion with a quick turn, spinning enough time to grab Greg by the shirt and throw him quite violently to the ground.
“I have been a nice guy about this so far, but you are not being level headed at the least bit, Gregory Yakedo. Now listen, and listen well. You must come with me for several reasons, but first, let me tell you the story of why I am here, in your world. After the Batsuzoku Zetsumei learned that Shinji Akimori, the criminal in pursuit of you had come to the real world, I was sent here, to protect you. My mission was to interact with Shinji only if he came into contact with you. However, I saw him waiting outside of your school. I made my move at that point. I used my Chisoku to transport him here. Catching him by surprise was my best option after all. We engaged in sword combat, and I thought I could catch him off-guard by using a smoke grenade. It worked, and as I was about to issue a fatal blow, you appeared before my sword, and I ran it through you. However, when a Buzai, or a member of Batsuzoku Zetsumei runs his sword through someone with an unawakened talisman, this talisman awakens, and as it explodes, as you have seen such, it becomes one with the users body. You must come with me, so we can train you to use your talisman, so you can use it to defend yourself,” Ohistuji finished.
Greg was confused now more than ever. This time he had completely understood Ohitsuji’s story and was beginning to understand everything else. However, he still was unsure about wether or not he was ready to leave his “real world” life behind and go with Ohitsuji. But before he had time to make a certain decision, a raspy, hard, demon like voice that Greg had never heard before spoke from behind him and said, “Great tale, Ohitsuji, and I hate to disappoint you Yakedo-chan, but you two aren’t going anywhere!”

[vampirequeen101]

cool the story is really developing well.

[Yungtoon23]

Yea noname i can really get into this keep posting em and ill keep readin (Thought "wat if u turned this into an manga") that would be 2 awsome

[myname_989]

Originally Posted by Yungtoon23

Yea noname i can really get into this keep posting em and ill keep readin (Thought "wat if u turned this into an manga") that would be 2 awsome

<~~~ "myname" haha, but thanks, im actually looking for a
manga artist, so ill keep you tuned in, and dont worry, i
have plenty ideas for many chapters!

[myname_989]

Chapter 5: Your Worst Nightmare

The voice, and the voice’s words, echoed through Greg’s head like a recurring nightmare. He looked over at Ohitsuji and saw that he was just as surprised as Greg was. Not a good sign. Greg uttered, “Wh...wh..who are y..you?” The voice responded by saying, “ I am....your worst nightmare!” And out of the darkness, Greg saw something lunge toward him, blade in hand. “This is great,” he thought to himself, “ I’m about to be stabbed for the second time today...” He closed his eyes hoping that it would be less painful.
But, after a few seconds, Greg realized that it hadn’t hurt at all. He opened his eyes to see that Ohitsuji had used his speed technique to get in front of him. Greg was stunned. He had just met this man a few hours ago. He had just begun to find out the truth about him and Batsuzoku Zetsumei, and yet, he was willing to put his life on the line for him.
Then, Greg remembered that Ohitsuji’s sword had been broken earlier. He wondered how he had blocked such a violent lunge. He peered around his side, and tears filled his eyes. Ohitsuji had taken the hit for him, sword hilt still in hand. Tears began running down the side of his face. He didn’t know why he was crying, he had just met the man a little while ago, and was even attacking him at one point. Greg wondered how Ohitsuji was still standing.
Then the voice gave a menacing, evil laugh and said, “Long time no see, Ohitsuji.” Greg wondered how the man knew his name, maybe this was the criminal that was after him, and that Ohitsuji was after. The voice continued, “To tell you the truth, Ohitsuji, I really expected you to be a little more challenging then that!” Greg was still leaning to the side to see what was going on. Then, Ohitsuji spoke. With a grim smile, he said, “It’s not over til’ the fat lady sings, Shinji.” Greg recognized the name, Shinji. It was the criminal that Ohitsuji spoke of, Shinji Akimori.
Then Ohitsuji began to say something else, but it seemed like it was directed at...no one. “Your great beauty comforts the whole of eternity’s core being, while your majestic horns are to be trembled upon by all those who walk upon you. Activate, Ram Talisman.” Ohitsuji’s hilt began to glow, if you can call it that, a deep black. Then there was a small explosion, somewhat like what had happened earlier, just not as powerful. When the smoke cleared, Greg marveled at what stood before him.
Ohitsuji stood before him in eccentric armor. The helmet that was upon his head was now full again, except that his mouth still shown. The horns that were upon his head were now larger, and somewhat fuller. His red robe was now a deep black, and all the damage that had been placed upon it from previous action was gone. Draped across his shoulders was a coat of sheep’s skin, connected at both hands by Ram’s hooves. A sheep skin belt was tied around his waist, and he stood as majestic as ever. The thing that amazed Greg the most was the weapon that Ohitsuji bore. His small sword had become a giant, tan colored lance. With ridges like that you would find upon a sheep’s horn. It was sharp as hell at the top, and came out at the sides until it reached the middle, at which point it became thin enough for his had to fit around it, it then filled out at the bottom to finish the lance shape.
Before Greg’s dazed mind could even think of anything, Ohitsuji said, “Shall we begin, Shinji