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Across the Void and Stars (Worm/Familiar of Zero/Phantom Brave/Multiple) Chapter One – Familiars of the Void

Story Title: Across the Void and Stars

Crossover: Worm/Familiar of Zero/Phantom Brave

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or references in this fanfiction crossovers. This is a work by a fan of the fandoms, to fans of the fandoms.

Summary: A rogue summoning spell create a void familiar unlike any others. A Ghost Summoner with her own league of Phantom army.

Author’s Note: For those with rough memory of Worm verse’s timeline, the story started roughly three weeks before Emma’s traumatic incident with ABB, roughly three months before The Simurgh’s attack on Madison, Wisconsin, which created The Travellers.

As for the Familiar of Zero verse’s timeline, this was months before Zero’s summoning attempt. The story will NOT be crossing into the Familiar of Zero verse, but it will tap on its methodology for Void magic.

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1.0 The Murderer in the Void

Her lifeless body in his arms, he pulled the enormous source of power she contained out of her body, into himself, forming the Ultimate Explosion to consume the Elven city before him. “You will all burn! Burn and Die!” One life for the destruction of thousands of the abominations was a price well paid.

He exists in the darkness of the Void. A black so dark that it did not exist in the living world. Yet ever so frequent, eddies and sparkles of lights would form briefly around him. As life out in the multiverse ended, the energies of entropy returned to its final resting place. With its return, the multitude of entropic energies brought with them the knowledge and experience of those they once were, once had been.

“You killed everyone, my families, my friends. You even killed Lillith who had trusted you so. And then had the gall to bind me in her place.” Her tear stricken eyes stared at him, hatred and rage blooming in her luminous blue orbs. “You are a monster and the Void take you!”

He who was the chosen of the Void, meant to be its mortal vessel, its eyes in the realms of the living. He had never truly known the vast magnitude of the abilities he was granted, of the many worlds and multiverses out there. And that he was but one of the many chosen of the Void, scattered across the multiverse.

In more ways than one he was glad that his once closest friend and familiar had killed him, cremated his body and sealed his soul into the darkness beyond. Never to be brought back to life by anyone else.

His mortal self had been tainted with rage, power and in his later living life the mass genocide he had caused had corrupted his soul into a living monster.

“… Sasha, I am not sure it will work. You may be the Lífþrasir now, but the power contained within you is of the Void.” The young mage’s voice said in trepidation, looking at his comrades beside him. “We might be Square class mages. But I am not sure even we could tap into the reserves of Void magic within you. We might kill you for nothing!”

She looked at the mages before her. “I am willing to give my life for this. We must never let him walk the lands again. And Treimus the Necromancer is part of his followers. I have the binding spells he once created. We have to try.”

But now freed from all mortal emotions, he was able to reflect and understand the bigger picture. He could never atone for the lives he had taken, so he had instead adjusted to being trapped forever in the Void, studying the Cosmic Force which had chosen him in life. His past still haunts him with the memories it brought. It had taken centuries, but he had at last accepted the monster he had been and now was not.

He had seen realities whirl into existence, when parts of the Void became too heavy with entropy, forming new worlds and new lives. He had seen beings, Outsiders, striding through the darkness, unknowing of his existence and always in a hurry, for those that dwell in the dark for too long would be consumed.

He had seen the memories, and experienced the lives of numerous souls that died. He had understood so much in his now un-life. Of how to use the powers of the Void in ways that was more than just a weapon of mass destruction.

A whisper, a Voice sounded in the Void. He turned his attention to it. It seemed that one of his mortal descendant, who bears the touch of the Void, was attempting to summon a familiar. It had happened a few times throughout the centuries he was stuck here. Though his mortal scions were now numerous, few were ever chosen by the Void to be new vessels.

The trapped soul frowned as the words of power from the summoning ritual reached him.

“… name is Prince Joseph de Gallia.” The arrogant voice of the youth rang out in the darkness. “I, descendant of the Great Founder Brimir Ru Rumiru Yuru Viri Vee Varutori, commands the Pentagon of the five elemental power. I am the rightful heir of the Void, the rightful ruler of the people of Halkeginia. I am the bane of all Elves! With the life blood of a hundred elves as this sacrifice, you will heed my summoning… and bring forth…my most powerful familiar!!”

Shock tingled through the ancient soul as the magic boiled and formed within the Void, bending to his descendant’s command. He could sense the energies of vile blood ritual tied into the entropic energies of the Void, used to further empower the summoning spell that was forming.

If he had been able to, he would have strangled that misguided descendant of his, for nothing good would come of this. He might just be a soul now, bond to the Void, unable to interfere with the living. But once he was the Chosen of the Void, and he still maintained some command over the powers of entropy.

Brimir Ru Rumiru Yuru Viri Vee Varutori, named the Great Founder by his people with his death, the Murderer of the Elven race, and now a redeemed soul residing in the Void reached forth into the bubbling spell and … Pushed.

The blood magic of the hundred dead elves were enhancing the familiar summoning spell to levels never before seen. With the amount of time he had before the spell concluded, Brimir had no time to unravel it, instead he tried to push the focus of the spell out of alignment.

He never expected the spell to latch onto his soul, as the spell tore out of the grasp of his inexperienced young descendant and used his soul as the binding point.

Neither was he prepared as the rogue Void magic tore through the multiverse, destablising and mutating into something different from the original intention of the summoning spell.

Brimir felt the vast energies of the spell grabbed onto vast chunks of the void energies, forming a complex weave of energies that he had never seen before. As the unstable energies transverse the multiverse pulling Brimir’s spirit along, he began to fear for the soul that would be bind by the spell. For what would happen to the one summoned by the rogue energies would be anyone’s guess.

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1.1 Familiar Summoning Part 1

Earth Bet: – August 9th (Sunday) – Summer Camp

Taylor grimaced as the camp nurse helped her into the coach.

“First week of summer camp and we already have our first injury.” The nurse said giving Taylor a friendly grin and a pat on the shoulder. “Give your ankle a rest for the next two days and you should be well enough to join the rest for the trip to the sheep farm and lake rowing next week.”

“It was fun though.” Taylor said remembering the horse back ride, the feeling of freedom as wind ran across her hair. “I should have been more careful getting off the horse.”

“I am glad you enjoyed yourself.” The camp nurse said giving her a wink as she began to pack up a bag of medicines. “Now you rest for a while, I need to rescue some of the boys from sun burns and poison ivy. Apparently, a group of them fell into a patch while the counselors were transporting you back. You can do some reading if you want, or play the game consoles, from what the camp leaders were telling me, we are quite well stocked with the latest game titles.”

“I will do that Nurse Amber, don’t worry about me.” Taylor said giving the nurse a wave as she stepped out, a smile on her face.

Summer camp had not been what she had expected. Taylor had come unwillingly, only because dad had already paid for it and it was apparently quite costly. After mom passed away, it felt like joy had left the house. Dad had pretty much left her alone for the past year and she had sort of drifted through life with Emma being her only constant support. But now… now Taylor was beginning to understand, maybe it was time to heal and move on.

The first week of camp had been filled with places to go, things to do, and people to meet. Her camp mates were all very nice people and after they were divided into groups, Taylor had gotten well with her teammates. Rose was from L.A. and she was only in the summer camp because her parents had a work project in Brockton Bay, Johnny was going to Arcadia High when school open and Nelson was going to Immaculata High.

Moving towards the shelves, Taylor decided she might as well try out the consoles, she had already read most of the literature titles on the shelves and she never did get a chance to use the consoles. The guys in camp tend to swarm it during the evenings.

Switching on a game console, Taylor read through the shelf of game titles and paused at one titled “Phantom Brave”, apparently it was a game about a girl that can summon a ghost army. It was a single player game which was good enough for her, Taylor was not sure if she had the dexterity for playing those fighting games Nelson was so fond of.

Loading the game, Taylor realised that it has been played before by several others in the game, there were numerous game saves. Starting the new game, Taylor began to feel herself enjoying the slow but wistful atmosphere of the story. It took a while before she completed the first chapter of the storyline, but Taylor begin to find herself getting used to and enjoying the game mechanics.

Saving her game as she concluded the first chapter, Taylor looked at the time and realised that it was almost time for the others to return from their activities. Dinner was probably already prepared in the kitchen. Looking at the game console, Taylor realised she might not be able to spend much time on the game once the boys occupy the consoles for the evening.

With some time to spare, she loaded one of the game saves that stated as “Final Episode save”, she was always the type to skip to the ending just to see if the story is worth continuing. It did not take her long to realise that whoever saved the game had levelled the playable characters to high levels. She was able to finish the final battle against the story’s final boss with ease.

As the game credits scrolled past the screen and a small cutscene appeared with two of the game’s main characters in a small cottage, Taylor heard the sound of the front door opening and a horde of noises from the front hall. The others must have returned, she would continue her game tomorrow afternoon.

She got up to switch off the console next to the TV when what seemed to be a swirling green portal of energy appeared in the cutscene, swallowing up the two characters.

“…commands the Pentagon of the five elemental power…” a far sounding but commanding voice called in the distance.

“What?” Taylor said as she looked around the room. There was sound of footsteps and someone stepped into the living room, it was Rose her group mate.

“Taylor! We are going to dinner…” Rose paused at the threshold of the living room, her eyes wide as she stared at something behind Taylor. “Taylor! Behind you!”

Taylor turned around to see that the swirling green portal which had appeared had now covered the entire flat TV screen… and tendrils of energies were extending out of the screen.

“Ah!!!” Taylor cried out in shock as she tried to stumble away on her bad leg. She did not manage more than a few steps before the strange tendrils of energies gripped hold of her neck and arms dragging her backwards.

As she fell into the swirling green portal, that was already extending out of the TV, Taylor saw the frozen terrified face of Rose, a scream of terror sounding in the living room.

She fell into a tunnel of terrifying green energies, swirling and burning all around her…

Her head…

Throbbing…

Pain…

The universe burst into being before her.

Two large whale-like beings flying through the darkness of space and stars…

Taylor thought she saw them breaking into…

The shimmering green fires, the strange energies that had taken her shattered the universe that hovered in front of her vision.

The fires burned all around her and far away Taylor thought she heard an inhuman scream…

WRONG…

ERROR…

ABNORMA…

The inhuman screech died off and Taylor’s vision splintered again.

She saw a world filled with deserts, with a protruding crystalline structure burning with green fires.

She saw a world filled with large oceans, a similar crystalline structure deep in the sea bed, also burning with green fires.

There was another world, filled with trees that were dying, and in the center of the decay was another crystalline structure burning with emerald flames.

There was one last world where…

The visions disappeared. A tremendous wave of energy carried her, and suddenly she was out of the tunnel, floating in clear blue skies… drifting down…

She saw an island close to a glowing green crystalline structure protruding out of the sea. The island seemed familiar, like the one from the game she was playing previously, the base of operations and home of the main character of the game.

Phantom Isle… The memory appeared in her head. It was Marona’s home… her home that she managed to acquire from Sienna…

She lived there from young with her phantoms and Ash…

Taylor landed softly on the island, the stumble breaking her out of the memories that was crowding in her head. She looked at her hands that was now lean and muscled, a lock of her hair fell across her eyes and she gasped as she saw that while it was still dark, there were light green highlights streaking through her black hair.

Above her, up in the clear blue sky, she could see a rapidly closing green portal. A surge of fear within her brought forth the memories of battle and… Taylor sensed the powers within her now that she remembered how to reach out to them.

The light airy sensation of Chartreuse Gale, the ability to summon Phantoms and bond them to her.

The deep and cold sensation of her Elemental Magics, the spells Marona had focused on after fusing those abilities into her body came to her. The poison of Acid Rain, the heat of a Fire spell, the power to create a magical Force, the spell to create a massive ball of fire, Giga Fire and the electrifying Mega Thunder.

Then there was the beating embodiment of her Healing Skills, the abilities Marona fused into her to heal and disrupt one’s physical body. The drifting power of the Flower Fairies that heal wounds and cure sickness, the rotting power of Moldy Bread that cause one to lose physical grip and become poisoned, the power of Nourishment that heals and may increase the attack powers and speed of those targeted, the power of Revive… that literally brings back the dead…

Taylor froze, feeling the sensation of the many abilities lurking within her grasp, one of which could literally bring back the recently dead if what she felt from the source of power was true. Tears brimmed at the edge of her eyes. If only she had this power before her mom had died…

There was a sound from the cottage, Marona’s cottage, a shimmer of air and a familiar looking teenager literally stepped through the cottage walls, causing Taylor to give a startled gasp, breaking out of her emotional spiral.

“Ash?” Taylor said, the memories of Marona’s ghost/ phantom caretaker came to her mind. She paused as she realised that the young man looked a bit different from Marona’s memories. Not to mention how absurd the current situation was. She was pulled into a green portal, have memories and powers of the game character she was just playing as, was now on an island based after the game and meeting another character in the game? What was happening?

“Ash… yes perhaps I am in a way. Just as you may be part of Marona if my suspicions are true.” The teenager said slowly, a pondering look in his eyes. “You may call me Brimir … and we have a lot to talk about.”

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1.2 Familiar Summoning Part 2

He saw the moment the rogue void magic stablised, having found its target. Even with his long years studying void energies, or perhaps because of the centuries of knowledge he possessed of the void, both in life and in death… that allowed him to even get a glimpse of what the rogue magic would do.

It is targeting someone with Great Power, Great Darkness, across the Temporal time streams. But Brimir’s involvement also added in several parameters, there must be Sorrow, Repentance, Death and Peace…

The rogue magic burst through the veils of a far-flung reality and for a brief moment Brimir saw the target of the spell. He could sense the fierce resolve and gained a fragment of memory from the target as the spell read her intent. He saw a young woman with an army of humans with great powers, all directly under her control, fighting off a great evil… an alien that can travel multiple realities. She had sacrificed her humanity in order to save the greater humanity, committed evil to do a greater good, she had Great Power, Great Darkness, Sorrow had been with her loyal companion, and in the end, she took down her great enemy and reached Repentance, willingly facing Death.

Yet Peace must be required, and thus the Void magic having found a target it deemed to be perfect, travelled through the Temporal time streams to find another intersection where the void spell’s target could meet the requirement. They found it in her thirteen-year-old self, had found Peace from her Sorrow, due to a Death. The target had through a proxy mastered Great Power to defeat Great Darkness and allow another proxy to gain Repentance.

The requirements were met, and the magic went to work, condensing the proxies used by the target and then summoning the target with it…

Only for the target to alter the void spell further when an alien burst of energy connected with her. Caught up in the swirl of the spell alteration, Brimir saw the alien memories as the entity tried to impose itself onto the girl. He saw its memories, of two alien entities that first arrived and targeted the girl’s world and many other similar worlds across the multiverse for harvest. He saw that it had too selected the girl for its own empowerment and evolution. And Brimir now understood the actions of the girl in the original timeline. Why a young girl of only eighteen years of age, would sacrifice all to face down a great evil that threatened to destroy humanity throughout the multiverse.

But the small piece of alien entity within the girl was no match for the rogue magic of the void. Though it is powerful in its own right, with parts of itself occupying and consuming four alternate worlds for power, it was soon consumed by the void magic and remade.

The proxies consumed by the void magic provided a structure for the magic to settle in. With the added dimensions and power brought in by the subsume of the alien entity, Brimir felt the void magic integrating him with one of the proxies that was used by the void magic as a structure. He saw the magic targeting one of the worlds the alien entity had dominated, literally creating an island out of pure void energies.

He lost all ties to the spell as his spirit form was fully integrated with the proxy and…. He appeared in what looked like a small cottage, memories of the proxy named Ash, who was apparently a Phantom, a ghost of some sort, bubbling at the back of his mind. His body seemed to be in a state of half-life, half-death, and from Ash’s memories, normal people would not be able to see him, though they could hear him, and he could affect the living world in some ways.

Centuries of imprisonment in the void had allowed him to master his mind and Brimir was able to quickly master the proxy’s memories, not allowing them to overwhelm him. He then took stock of the strange skills and abilities the Phantom Ash seems to possess. While Ash seems to have a great number of weapon type skills and abilities, his magical skills were non-existence though he did have a great number of nature type abilities.

On a haunch, Brimir tried to reach out to the void as he had done in life, to manipulate its powers. What came to him was a weak trickle of void energies, barely enough for him to form a small fire ball or a weak breeze. It appeared that the rogue familiar summoning spell had brought him back into the real world and out of the void with a cost, he had lost much of his connection to the void.

Looking out of the cottage windows, he saw that the target of the familiar summoning spell was on the beach, looking around her in confusion. The poor child probably had no idea what had happened to her. Not to mention the fact that the interruption of the void magic had disrupted her would be destiny. Something would need to be done about the enemy of Humanity, but that was a problem for another day.

Now he had to calm the girl down, and find out what are the alterations the void had done to her, and see if they could find a way off this world.

He walked through the walls of the cottage. He could probably open the door of the cottage if he exerts enough force into it, but why do that when he could just pass through walls?

“Ash!” The girl said, eyes wide in shock as she turned to face Brimir. The green highlights in her hair and her shimmering green eyes brought to mind Ash’s memories of another young girl, one named Marona, who had the ability to grant physical forms to Phantoms.

It became apparent what the void had done to the girl once Brimir reached that conclusion.

“Ash… yes perhaps I am in a way. Just as you may be part of Marona if my suspicions are true.” Brimir answered the girl. “You may call me Brimir … and we have a lot to talk about.”

“I… I am Taylor.” The girl said, reaching out a hand towards him, seemingly in a hand shake.

With an inner shrug, Brimir took it just to set the girl at ease. He was startled when a burning sensation crawled up his right arm. The girl gave a cry, wrenching back her right hand as golden light etched a smooth line of symbols across her right arm, as well as his right arm.

“This isn’t supposed to happen.” Brimir said in shock, looking at the familiar runes on his right arm. To cement a master-familiar summoning requires an exchange of bodily fluids, not to mention he was neither familiar or master to the original summoning spell.

“What did you do? I have tattoos on my right arm!” The girl, Taylor, asked, cradling her right arm in shock. Her eyes then widened, and she took a step back. “Are you… are you a parahuman? Did you… are you the one that took me to this place?”

“No, I am not the one that brought you here, nor am I the one that made those tattoos as you call them.” Brimir said moving forward to look at the runes on the girl’s arm, causing the girl to take another step back. “Stop moving, I need to see the words on your arm, and I have no idea what a parahuman is.”

The girl paused an incredulous look on her face. “You don’t know what is a parahuman? You know people with superpowers, that can fly, build incredible machines, create forcefields and energy blasts, heal wounds… you know superpowers? Parahumans have been appearing around the world since 1983… where are you from that you don’t know all these.”

“Where I am from, we call the people you described as mages.” Brimir said, a frown on his forehead as he compared the runes on his hand to the ones on Taylor. “And I am… I was from another world.”

“What?!” Taylor asked in astonishment. “You mean like Earth from another reality?”

“I guess you can say that.” Brimir said as he looked up, gesturing to the runes on both of their arms. “It appears as the two sets of runes on our arms are an amalgamation of some type of Master-Familiar runes. We are tied to each other apparently. Based on the runic formulation, yours bears the runes of Living, Dead, Master and Void. Mine bears the runes of Dead, Sacrifice, Master and Void. We are tied via the Master and Void runes with numerous differing sub-runes. From what I can tell, both our runes bear the sub-runes of Ghost, linking all four greater runes, meaning only those marked with similar runes, am able to see spirits, or am a ghost can see the runes on our arms. You can summon me or those under your command, instantly through the Void should you have a need. As for me, I will be able to sense if you are in danger and travel through the void to reach you or any of those under your command. And should you face death, I will be sacrificed to grant you another chance at life.”

“That’s terrible.” Taylor said, her face paling as she looked around them, at the seemingly deserted island. “Who would do this to us? Who brought us here? And… and I have powers… I can feel them, somebody did something to me!”

“Ah yes that.” Brimir said, wondering how he should go about explaining all that had happened. “Perhaps you can come sit down in the cottage first. What I need to tell you will take a while. It all began with the familiar summoning…”

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1.3 PRT Investigation

“To think I thought today was a slow day and that I can finally have one Sunday when I got to go back home on time to make dinner for the children.” Sally said grimly as the PRT van speed down the highway leading out of Brockton Bay, towards Redwoods Camp which was situated a mile out of town.

“Last Sunday was Squealer testing her monster truck through Central, the Sunday before that was Oni Lee bombing half of downtown when the local police stumbled upon one of ABB’s drug outpost… god that was a mess.” Kelly said. “What is the emergency this time round? We weren’t even briefed before HQ packed us up in the van and sent us off.”

“Missing kid. I am reading the report now, PRT hotline received a call from Redwoods Camps, one of their kids was pulled into a TV by a green energy portal. It was witnessed by another kid, and the camp counselor on the phone stated the security cameras that was setup around the camp house captured the entire incident. PRT stated it as possible parahuman kidnapping. Armsmaster is fronting this, he has already reached the camping grounds with Miss Militia. They have called in the father of the kidnapped girl, he will be meeting us at Redwoods Camps.” Peterson said from the front of the van.

“Damn.” Sally cursed. “They are certain it’s not a Trigger Event? When some of the parahumans first get their powers, they don’t have much control over it.”

“HQ is pretty sure it’s a kidnapping. They got a copy of the security tape from the room where the incident happened. The girl was terrified and screaming when she was pulled into the portal. They did note that she twisted her ankle earlier in the day, but nothing happened in the afternoon while she was resting.” Peterson stated. “And you know Trigger Events tend to follow a similar formula, traumatic incident leads to traumatic individual with great powers. The cases where parahumans get powers from normal everyday incidents are usually second generation parahumans, whose parents have powers as well. In this type of case, the powers manifest immediately during the incident.”

“God, the poor kid.” Kelly said solemnly. “The last time I heard of a parahuman kidnapping was that incident a month ago in New York. There was this Bio-Tinker that went nuts, kidnap the homeless and did experiments on them, turn them into some kind of cat people.”

“That’s Catnip, I read the PRT case file on her, vet that triggered with a bio-tinker focus on cats. They caught her last week and sent her to the Birdcage. The New York PRT pulled in some favors from New Wave and Panacea went over to fix those people.” Sally said as she did a quick check of her equipment. “I hope Armsmaster and Miss Militia can figure out where the girl’s taken.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that.” Peterson said grimly as his mobile device beeped and he peered at the message. “HQ just said that Armsmaster completed a scan of the room. Apparently, he detected dimensional energies from the incident site. An order has been bumped up for the PRT to contact Toybox for assistance. They are suspecting the kidnapper is a parahuman that can either manipulate dimensional space for travel, or can create dimensional manipulation technologies.”

“There isn’t a lot of parahumans with powers like that.” Kelly said with a frown. “The only cape I can recall with dimensional specialisation was Professor Haywire, and we all know what he did.”

“Blasted a hole through realities and opened a way into Earth Aleph.” Sally said with a grimace. “I still remember my parents were terrified he was going to end the world. Of course, that was before the Endbringers appeared. If we have another tinker with that kind of specialisation, I am not sure if our Brockton Bay have the right Heroes to counter them. The group of Heroes who tried to put down Professor Haywire suffered a lot of casualties. Almost half of that group was lost in the initial fight, the theory was that Haywire shunted them into another reality, and nobody could figure out Haywire’s technologies to find a way to get them back.”

“Either way we have to do our job.” Peterson said grimly. “We will reach the camp in ten minutes. Once there, the first thing is to setup a secure perimeter. PRT-11 is right behind us, they will be taking care of the civilians. I don’t envy them to be honest, there’s around thirty teenagers, and PRT has gotten a court order to close the camp for investigation. They are going to have a rough evening taking care of the children and getting them to their parents who are informed to retrieve them.”

“Understood sir.” Sally acknowledged.

“Miss Militia will be assisting us while Armsmaster is returning to the PHQ to gather more equipment.” Peterson continued. “I will need to accompany Miss Militia to speak with Mr. Hebert, the victim’s father, once he reached the camping ground. Once both of you are done, it’s guard duty to prevent anyone that’s not PRT members from entering the site. PRT-19 will come relief us at 9 p.m. hopefully we will have some good news by then.”

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1.4 Phantom Isle – The Beginning

Earth ?: – August 9th (Sunday) – Phantom Isle

Taylor listened initially with a bit of skepticism as Brimir talked about his world, about magic, about the Void, and about the Familiar Summoning ritual common in his world. The only thing stopping her from proclaiming bullshit, was the fact that her world was a world where people have superpowers.

As her mother used to tell her, Taylor was born into the era of superheroes… and super villains, where ordinary people could one day wake up with great powers, to break or to heal was up to them.

Taylor knew that there was a time when people were just… ordinary people, but that was the history, way back before 1983, when the first parahuman was officially sighted, recorded and acknowledged. Taylor also knew of alternate realities, or alternate Earths to be precise.

The first thing Parahumans Studies had taught her in school were the list of Heroes and Supervillains, their powers, their strengths, their weaknesses. One of the first and most notorious Supervillain was Professor Haywire, a Tinker specializing in “interdimensional tech”. He was the reason why the people of her world had connection with an alternate Earth.

According to Parahuman History, the two Earths nearly went to war when The Hole Professor Haywire tore through reality was first formed. Only vigorous attempts at peace and diplomacy stemmed the tide of war. Agreements and concessions were made between both Earths, and The Hole was officially filled with concrete with guarded facilities situated on each Earth, at the ends of The Hole. One of the concession was that her Earth was therefore classified as Earth Bet, while the other Earth was Earth Aleph, and only limited communications, such as the trade of research and media were allowed across The Hole.

Taylor was not doubting Brimir’s words that he was from another world, what she doubted was his insistence that the “mages” of his world use magic. After finding out that the “mages” of his world actually had a science and language used in manipulating the elemental and void magic of his world, Taylor was sitting on the fence of whether to dispute his claim or not.

Apparently, somebody tried to cast an evil familiar summoning spell that Brimir disrupted and he was taken along for the ride.

“So, in a nutshell, you are originally a ghost in this Void energy you use as magic. Someone in your world summon a familiar to erm… do their bidding or something. Apparently, he killed a lot of people, used blood magic for it to make sure whatever he summoned will be super powerful. You interrupted the spell, got taken along for the ride, and saw the spell targeting me because the fact that I completed a game and filled other prerequisite requirements of the spell was enough to make the spell go ah ha! This is the one I choose!” Taylor said, summarising what Brimir had told her, disbelief on her face.

“I ended up in this magical tunnel of Void energies and apparently some alien entity which had been residing within me choose that moment to emerge, and the Void energies attacked it. This alien object was apparently some sort of inter-dimension entity existing on four different worlds. When the Void energies took over it and whatever it uses for its body, it chooses one of the world the entity’s body was in and created an island based on the game I played, and blended both of our bodies with the concept of game characters and we ended up with their memories and abilities?” Taylor found her voice rising and tried to keep calm.

“It does sounds a bit incredulous…” Brimir began only for Taylor to cut him off.

“A bit incredulous?! Try very incredulous.” Taylor said, before opening her right palm which was glowing with red energy as a ball of fire formed above her palm. “I don’t doubt the part where we got the memories and abilities of a game character, I am living with it right now. I am also okay with your explanation of your Void magic to a certain extent. But this alien thing that is in me, which also just happen to further alter this Void magic of yours… it is unbelievable that so many impossible and random circumstances would happen at the same time!”

“That is because it is not random. The Summon Familiar spell found you because of your potential in your original future. I did not want to mention it previously because I fear it will confuse you.” Brimir said. “The truth is, with or without the Void summoning spell, that alien fragment exists within you. You remembered the image of the two giant crystalline entities moving in the darkness of space?”

“Yes…” Taylor said as she recalled what she saw in the tunnel.

“Those are the two alien entites, one of which left a piece of itself in you. What you saw was a memory stored in the alien fragment.” Brimir revealed. “I saw the Void magic consuming it when it awakened within you. I have a rough idea of what it would have done to you. Given time, it would have awakened in you, during the worst day of your life. The conflict and trauma you suffered, whether physical or mental, would cause the entity to adapt and become empowered, granting you access to a portion of its power.”

Taylor paled, clenching her trembling hands as the ball of fire went out. “What you described… that sounds like a Trigger Event. We covered that during Parahuman Studies in school, but the scientists of the world could never figure out why only a small portion of the human population would trigger with superpowers under stress.”

“Yes, you would have gotten power from it. Great power that you used to defeat the alien entity out to consume your world and that of other similar worlds in the multiverse.” Brimir noted.

“Defeat the alien entity?” Taylor asked, eyes widening in shock. “What… what do you mean.”

“Your original future self was the one the spell first orientated itself on. At that moment in time, you were controlling an army of humans who wield all sorts of powers against one of the alien entity who had taken the form of a golden man. Your sacrifice of your own humanity, committing great acts of darkness, in order to save the entire human race, that portion of your soul resonated with the summoning spell and as the spell saw your intent, so did I. But at the moment in time, you met all the criteria but one.” Brimir said. “The summoning spell is not limited by temporal currents. Having found what it determined to be its chosen target, the spell shift through your temporal timeline to find an event where you will fit all the criteria of the spell, whether by your own merits or by proxy. It then summoned you as a whole and rebrand you into the image that best fit its criteria.”

“I… I was controlling an army of superheroes against a golden man?” Taylor felt faint. Her world had a lot of superpowers, but one of the most feared type of powers was the ability to control others. One of the most notorious Villain in the states was Heartbreaker, a man who had the ability to control and manipulate the emotions of people. He had made numerous beautiful women fall in love with him and force them to become his faithful servants. The thought that she would have triggered with similar powers sickened her. “I know only one parahuman that’s golden… it’s Scion, the most powerful Superhero in the world! My world! Why would I go after him?”

“Because he is one of the alien entity. From the dying memories of your alien fragment, the goal of the two entities was to seed fragments of their selves into humans. They will use humans as vehicles to hasten their own evolution. All of their fragments are primed for conflict with each other, so that they in turn could learn and grow more and more powerful. Once a fragment reached maturity, a child fragment would be born from it to infect another human. The cycle will continue until there’s a large number of new alien fragments that all reached critical mass. These fragments would then be harvested back into the two entities, and all life on your world would be consumed as energy sources to facilitate their reformation.” Brimir said as horror crossed Taylor’s face. “You must have discovered the truth in your original future and determined who the alien entities were. Otherwise you would not have gone after one of them.”

“I…” Taylor trembled from what Brimir had said. If what Brimir said was true, it would be devastating for her world, but she would need to validate what he said. She wanted to cry out that she was only thirteen, she should not have to deal with this future knowledge of horror and responsibility her older self apparently went through. But the truth was, she felt older than thirteen, especially after her memories were blended with those of Marona.

Marona might have been a game character, but the Void magic which summoned her had given Marona’s memories life. Her parents died when she was five, she survived under the care of Ash, who was a Phantom, a ghost stuck between life and death. She faced ostracisation from a large population of her world due to her ability to see and summon the dead.

Marona never had an easy life, and she had matured rapidly for her age, yet after all her sufferings, she still remained undaunted by the shit life had thrown at her, still seeing the good in the world.

It was that inner strength Taylor was drawing on now, that things would work themselves out… one day.

“I think I need to go back to my world now.” Taylor said with a deep breath. “Go back and think about it. Rose saw me when the Void magic grabbed me and dumped me here, they must be frantic by now, if they called my dad… I need to find a way back and tell everyone I am alright.”

Brimir looked at her for a moment, before giving a nod. “Yes, you are right. You will need to return to your world. I do know a spell to open dimensional doorways, but unfortunately, the change that was wrought onto me damaged my capacity for Void magic. It will take me days to craft out the spell work for a dimensional doorway.”

“Maybe there’s something else we can try.” Taylor said getting off her seat in the small kitchen of the cottage. She walked out of the cottage with Brimir following, towards what looked to be a mailbox near the cottage, next to the beach. “When I was playing the game, Marona used the mailbox as a game mechanic to travel to different parts of her world… I am hoping whatever magic that gave us memories and powers of game characters, would have done something similar to the mailbox.”

Brimir drifted up beside the mailbox, peering at it with a critical eye. “It is underlined with a Void enchantment sequence I have never seen before. Let me see… lines for the Master/Familiar… residents… phantom… island… mind… emotion… eye… dimension… an anchor… transport… and retrieval. My… this is a work of art…”

“So, does it take me back to my world?” Taylor asked impatiently.

“It will do more than that. This mailbox will work for the two of us, our Master/Familiar runes are literally keyed into it. Other would be users are those considered residents of this island which can be declared by those with our runes. This island is apparently keyed to the runic structure and is known as Phantom Island. As for how to use mailbox, you need to picture the location and whoever you are bringing along with you while touching the mailbox, calling up an emotional response of the place and willing yourself to travel there. The spellwork literally allows the user to travel through dimensions, through realities, and as an added bonus, it anchors the user and whoever was brought along the ride… back to this place. Meaning that whoever use the mailbox for travel can return to it by picturing the mailbox in their minds.” Brimir said, a tone of admiration in his voice.

“Alright, then I am going back to the camp.” Taylor said, a resolute look on her face as she rested a hand on the mailbox. “Dad will probably be called there if he heard I was gone.”

“What are you going to tell the people of your world?” Brimir asked curiously.

“I…” Taylor paused looking around the island. It was beautiful, tranquil, and if Brimir’s words were true, was created for her by the Void magic. It could be her refugee, her hideaway. “I will tell them… if anyone ask, that I was taken by someone and I escaped when I triggered with the power to erm… teleport back. That will explain what happened to my hair at the very least.”

“And your eyes, they are sort of a glowing green.” Brimir pointed out. “It’s actually quite soothing to look at.”

“What? My eyes are green?” Taylor asked in shock. “THEY ARE GLOWING?”

“Just slightly, I am sure there’s no need to worry about them.” Brimir said as Taylor’s voice tapered off in a scream.

Taylor just gaped at him and did a quick check of the rest of her body parts, before giving a sigh of relief at not finding anything unusual. “Well at least I have superpowers now, and this island… and you… Green eyes is just another thing to deal with when I get back.”

Brimir smiled. “Yes, there is that I suppose.”

“I never did ask… what do you plan to do?” Taylor asked as she realised that all this while she was asking Brimir for answers, never considering the fact that he was also unwillingly brought into this.

“Me?” Brimir pondered with amusement on his face. “I am still a spirit, but I am in the living world now, I am sure there will be lots for me to explore and learn. Don’t worry about me, I will see you later.”

“Alright then.” Taylor took a deep breath as she laid a hand on the mailbox. “Here goes nothing.”

She pictured the image of the living room of the camp house, the feeling of warmth and sense of adventure she felt while she was there. She wanted to be there, she wanted to GO BACK!

A sensation of tightness spread around her. One moment she was standing next to the mailbox, her right hand touching it, the next moment she was back in the living room, face to face with a man in a suit of armor, her hand touching his chest plate.

The man stabbed out with a device in his hand, causing her to give a shrill scream as pain spread though her body and she collapsed onto the floor, her body locked rigidly in pain. Her last conscious thought was that the man had seemed familiar and that she thought she heard the cries of her father in the distance.

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1.5 New Resident of Phantom Isle

As Director of the Parahuman Response Team of the East-North-East Division, Emily Piggot had thought she had seen and heard everything there was to see when dealing with cape related conflicts. With the variety of superpowers in the world these days, abnormal was the new normal.

Having the leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorate team taser a suspected kidnap victim was not one of those new normal she was expecting.

Colin Wallis, cape name Armsmaster, was a powerful tinker who can create incredible technologies that specialize in miniaturization and efficiency. He also has the manners of a robot. This was not the first time Emily had to deal with a public relation disaster Armsmaster had unwittingly created and the weary woman suspected that it would not be the last.

“You tasered the girl, a new parahuman that in her own words, was taken to a dark cell where she triggered with the power to teleport back to safety.” Emily said, a hand massaging her forehead at the dull pain that was beginning to build up.

“She appeared right in front of me, and her eyes were glowing. My threat assessment program pegged her as an 75.13% possible threat and I reacted accordingly.” Colin stated, his words clipped, short and to the point.

“I realised the situation, but the entire incident happened right in front of the girl’s father who was being interviewed by Miss Militia.” Emily said rising a hand to stop Colin from speaking. “The man is understandably out for blood, but at the same time our people and you were doing the best to bring the girl back. So, this is what I will do. I will wait until this Danny Hebert has a day or two to calm down. Then we will invite him and his daughter back to our Protectorate Headquarters and I will explain to him that all of this was an accident and we are just doing our job in an unknown and possibly dangerous situation. How long was the girl out?”

“Miss Militia told me she recovered in fifteen minutes, I calibrated it precisely for that, it was a low voltage taser.” Colin stated. “I was unfortunately not allowed near the girl due to the demands of the father and could not give a more detailed observation.”

“I think Miss Militia did well enough with the report.” Emily said dryly. “I see that the identity of the kidnapper is still unknown?”

“Miss Hebert was apparently locked up in a dark cell for most of her capture up until her escape. She was unfortunately not able to provide us with any description of the place she was held up in, or of the person that took her. She also passed the level 0 Master/Stranger verbal test but more observation should be prudent.” Colin said grimly. “And based on what we know of Miss Hebert’s power, it appears she can at least travel back to a location she is familiar with, which means her ability is not limited by line of sight. With the dimensional energies readings we detected after her capture, our working theory is that the parahuman who took her most probably specialise in dimension travel or dimension creation of sorts. It is possible when Miss Hebert triggered, her power pinged off the ability of captor and take on overtones of dimension teleportation.”

“Ah the group cape trigger theory.” Emily said with a grimace. “I am familiar with that research. If a parahuman trigger next to another parahuman, their manifested powers will be influenced.”

“Yes, if our hypothesis is correct, Miss Hebert might be one of the first cape that the PRT is aware of, who can teleport across dimensions, it might be possible for her to travel across realities.” Colin concluded.

“If that is true, what Miss Hebert has is a powerful Mover ability especially since she is not limited by line of sight. She might be able to get pass any barriers or containment. At the very least, she should have a threat rating of Mover 4 and above.” Emily said as she opened the file on the Hebert girl and wrote down her assessment. “We need her in the Wards and we need her tested. I want Miss Militia and Battery to handle the meet and greet session with the Heberts.”

“Battery has requested for leave for next week. I can step in for…” Colin began but Emily quickly cut in.

“No, no, I am sure you will need time working on better understanding those dimensional energies you detected, and we will need equipment that can better pick up how Miss Hebert does her teleportation.” Emily said smoothly. “Get Velocity to team up with Miss Militia, let them know that I want that girl in the Wards and that they should pull out all the stops.”

“Very well.” Colin said with a nod. “If that’s all, I am going back to my workshop.”

Emily watched as Colin just stood and left after the conversation. Shaking her head, Emily dialed the number for Hannah, while she did not doubt Colin’s ability to pass on her message, sometimes it is best to be sure.

There was a dial tone before it was picked up. “Miss Militia here.” Hannah’s crisp voice said over the line.

“Yes Miss Militia, this is Director Piggot, I have an important task for you and Velocity.” Emily said as she closed the Hebert file and opened a report on ABB movements in the docks. “It is regarding the Heberts…”

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“Emma! Hurry up! I need to use the bathroom!” Anne called out, knocking on the bathroom door with an irritating whine.

“Just give me five minutes!” Emma said loudly as she cut off the shower and stepped out of the tub. The dancing class this afternoon had really stretched her muscles and her legs were tingling with soreness. Quickly towering herself and changing into fresh clothes, she had stepped out into the hallway, grumbling a little as Anne just pushed passed her and slammed the door to the bathroom.

“Brat.” Emma said pulling a face at the door. Of all the bathrooms in the house her sister just had to holler outside the one she was using. Putting the irritation behind her, Emma stepped downstairs into the dining room where mom and the maid was setting up dinner. Dad was reading some reports at the dining table while listening to the evening news and Emma walked up next to him, looking over his shoulders.

“Who is getting divorce this week?” Emma asked, causing her father to frown at her disapprovingly as he quickly tidied up the files.

“You shouldn’t be so flippant Emma.” Her father said with a sigh. “Sometimes I wonder if I should have just specialised in criminal law, doing something useful, instead of profiting off other’s misery.”

“If you have specialised in criminal law in this city, you will be dead within the year.” Her mom said with a frown as she appeared from the kitchen, setting down a plate of steaming fish with olives. “I prefer my husband alive, thank you very much. And you are not profiting off people’s misery. How many times do I have to tell you that? You are providing a service and helping couples who are unhappy with each other anyway, move on with their lives.”

“Oh my Zoe, always the wordsmith.” Her father said as her mother lean towards him for a kiss.

“Ah gross.” Emma said moving away from her parents. “I…”

“Breaking news tonight!” The evening news suddenly played a blaring opening music, causing the three of them to look at the TV.

“Brockton Bay PRT has just confirmed that a parahuman kidnapping has taken place at Redwoods Camp a mile just out of the city.” The news announcer said as snapshots of the camp in question was flashed on screen, showing groups of teenagers huddled together at a camping ground. “Brockton Bay PRT is reaching out to all parents who had sent their children to Redwoods Camp’s Summer camp to retrieve their children. The PRT are relocating the children and staff back to PRT headquarters. The PRT have issued a statement that they will provide accommodation at the PRT headquarters for teenagers whose guardians are not able to retrieve them for Summer.”

“That’s Taylor’s camp!” Emma said in shock. “We were talking the entire week about what she was doing there.”

“… so what is happening on the ground Steve?” The news announcer continued, the scene on TV switching to a live report showing a man standing in front of a large house with the sign Redwoods Camp. The entire house looked to be taped off by PRT keep out signs and there was a PRT officer standing guard at the front of the house, all armored up.

“Ah things are pretty tense here.” A man said holding a mic as he faced the camera. “Some of the parents are already on their way here to pick up their kids when PRT made the decision to transport the civilians back to PRT headquarters. There was a bit of delay as some of the kids have to get off the buses. Other than that, I managed to catch a glimpse of Miss Militia within the house talking to an older man. Based on what I managed to get from the PRT officials on sight, a young girl was kidnapped after being dragged into a portal that had opened up in front of a TV. The PRT isn’t ready to issue a statement if this is an isolated case or if we all need to be careful of our TVs, but from what I heard, the PRT will be sending out an amber alert for the girl soon.”

“Yes, thank you Steve! And we have just received the amber alert signed by the PRT director because of its likelihood of a being parahuman crime.” The news announcer said as the screen switched to a picture of a familiar face.

Emma’s heart clenched as her legs gave out on her. She kneeled on the floor in horror as she stared at Taylor’s face shown on the screen. Emma recognized the picture as one of the few she took during Taylor’s twelfth birthday. Beside her she could hear her father giving a soft groan as her mom let out a sob.

“Taylor Hebert age thirteen has been taken from Redwood Camp after a parahuman incident. If any viewers sighted her, the PRT advise discretion and to call them immediately. Do not approach her with offers of help. It is advisable to wait for the professionals and our Heroes to handle this incident.”

“Shit! That’s Taylor.” Anne said as she stepped into the living room.

The sight of Anne broke Emma out of her stupor and she surged up on her feet in a rush.

“We need to get to that camp at once.” Emma said facing her parents who looked pale with shock. “Taylor… we need to get there!”

“I am sure Danny, I mean Taylor’s father is already there. It may be dangerous if too many of us are there.” Her father said as he stood up only to lean back as her mom glared at him.

“Annette’s daughter was taken!” Her mother said, her face fierce with a rare emotion. “I am not sitting around here praying and hoping for news, I am going over there now.”

“Zoe!” Her father said helplessly as her mom grabbed the car keys. Emma quickly followed after her, with Anne stepping into pace beside her. Dad trailed behind them helplessly, a look of dismay on his face.

“Annette, that’s Taylor’s mom right, the one I am named after?” Anne asked. Emma nodded distractedly as they got out of the house, with dad trying to calm mom down.

“… at least let me drive! You are in no condition to do it!” Dad said, managing to get back the car keys.

The four of them got into the car and mom immediately switch on the news channel for news. The drive to the camp took fifty minutes and night had fallen by the time they reached the camp.

Pulling in from of the entrance to Redwood Camp, they were stopped by a group of PRT officers.

“Sir, if you are here for your child, we have already sent them to the PRT Headquarters.” One of the officer said as the car windows were rolled down.

“I am Zoe Barnes, this is my family. We are family friends of the Hebert.” Emma’s mom said. “We are here to find out the situation and to be with Danny if he is here.”

“Ah the Heberts…” The officers looked at each other before one of them walked away, seeming to speak into his comms. “Let us check-in with Mr. Hebert first… Ah we have confirmation please park your car at the side of the road and follow us in.”

The car was parked quickly and the four of them followed the officers, until they reached the front of the camp house that Emma had previously seen on TV. The only difference was the ambulance parked outside the house. The backdoor of the ambulance was opened, and Emma saw Miss Militia, one of Brockton Bay’s superhero, talking with someone inside the ambulance.

As they walked closer to the van, a cry escaped from her lips as she sighted her best friend sitting at the edge of the ambulance wrapped in blankets, and Mr. Hebert beside her.

“Taylor!” Emma cried out, barely aware that she nearly pushed passed Mr. Hebert and the local superhero, as she wrapped her friend in a hug. “I saw the news of the kidnapping and I… Did you do something to your hair? And what happened to your eyes?”

“Miss Hebert’s time with her captor has unfortunately led to some side effects. But other than that, she is in good health.” Miss Militia interrupted from the side. Emma quickly moved back as she realised how close she was actually standing to a superhero. “As this is an active PRT investigation, Miss Hebert wouldn’t be able to discuss the events of this evening with you.”

“Ah… of course no problem. I am just glad Taylor’s safe.” Emma said as she felt Taylor lean into her.

“Miss Militia, if there are no more questions, I will like to return home with my father, I can still feel some painful twitches around my body.” Taylor said as Miss Militia gave a nod.

“Of course Taylor, you and your father are free to go. The PRT will follow-up with you in a few days. And I must apologize for the incident just now.” Miss Militia said. “The PRT will deliver a set of custom contact lens for you to your house by tomorrow. In the meanwhile, I will advice you to stay at home and avoid outdoor movements.”

“Thank you, Miss Militia, and don’t worry about the… er incident, no harm done.” Taylor said as Miss Militia gave them a friendly wave before walking off.

“What was that about?” Emma asked with a frown.

“Tell you later.” Taylor said in a whisper. The two of them walked to the side of the ambulance where Mr. Hebert was talking with her parents, Anne standing behind them as she looked at the house guarded by PRT officers with interest.

“Dad, we can go back now.” Taylor said as Mr. Hebert quickly walked up to her, an arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively.

“Good.” Mr. Hebert said grimly. “It’s about time they stopped with the questions. Thanks Zoe and Alan for coming here, Taylor and I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it Danny, Annette and I were midwives for each other. I was the first to greet Taylor into the world just as she did for my Emma, of course I will be here.” Emma blinked as her mom said that fiercely.

“Actually Mrs. Barnes, do you mind if Emma stayed over tonight?” Taylor spoke up. As her mother gave a nod.

“Of course dear.” Emma’s mom said with a nod. “Actually Danny, if you don’t mind how about you and Taylor camp at our house tonight. It has been… a while since we catch up.”

“I… Yes of course Zoe, I will like that.” Mr. Hebert said, a brief look of sadness crossing his face.

The journey back home was faster now that the road was less crowded. Emma had opted for sitting next to Taylor in Mr. Hebert’s car, and they had tailed after her parents’ car. They reached her house within half an hour, and her parents drove their car a bit further into the garage just so that the Hebert’s car could keep off the sidewalks.

It had been so long since they had done something like that, the last time was when Taylor’s mom had still been alive, and Taylor had done a Hamlet recital for their school’s Literature festival.

“I have called ahead to get our maid to heat up dinner.” Emma’s mom said as they entered the house. “Emma, you and Taylor can grab a plate and eat in your room for tonight.”

“What about me mom?” Anne asked petulantly.

“Alright, you can eat in your room too.” Emma’s father said. “But only for tonight.”

“There’s no TV in their rooms, right?” Mr. Hebert asked hesitantly.

“No, the only ones are in the dining room and living room. We can take them down and store them in the garage for tonight.” Emma’s dad said before muttering. “Fucking parahumans and their powers, as if they didn’t cause enough chaos in the world already.”

“Alan! Language!” Emma’s mom hissed as she dragged her dad into the dining room. The adults quickly dismantle the TV in the dining room before Emma, Anne and Taylor were allowed in. The three girls took a plate of food each and waited until the adults deposited the TVs in the garage before leaving the dining area.

“Night mom, night dad, night Mr. Hebert.” Emma called out as Mr. Hebert and her parents gave a nod in their direction.

“Good night girls, if you need anything, we will be downstairs.” Mr. Hebert said.

Anne led the way upstairs, waving cheekily at the two of them before disappearing into her room.

“Brat.” Emma said good naturedly as she opened the door of her room. It has been a while since Taylor and her had a sleepover at her place.

Taylor flopped onto one of the beanie bag at the corner of the room and Emma quickly shifted a small table and another beanie bag over.

“Spill it Taylor, I know you have something to tell me, what happened?” Emma said as both of them set their food down on the table.

Taylor opened her right palm and Emma gasped as a ball of fire appeared over it.

“You triggered! You have superpowers!” Emma said her eyes wide.

“Yeah, the PRT warned me not to tell anyone because they are afraid the gangs will come and force me to work for them. That’s why Miss Militia told you the cover story… and it’s more than that, more than what I told the PRT.” Taylor said biting her lips. “Someone explained what he thought actually happened to me, but it is so incredible that I have trouble believing it myself. I have no idea what I should do… that’s why I need your help.”

“Someone explained… are you talking about your kidnapper?” Emma asked with a frown.

“No… not really. He was in the same situation as me.” Taylor said with hesitation. “It is not exactly a kidnapping… but to be honest I have no idea how to explain it properly, not without proof…”

Emma blinked when Taylor suddenly straightened and pointed a finger at her. “Emma Barnes is a resident of Phantom Island.”

“What… are you doing Taylor?” Emma asked, lifting an eyebrow at the sheepish look on her friend’s face. The glowing green eyes did look strange on Taylor’s face, strange but cute in a way, at least now Emma knew the changes with Taylor’s hair and eyes were most likely because of her trigger instead of some mad scientist’s experiment.

“Just trying something out, hopefully this works.” Taylor said reaching over the table to hold Emma’s hands. “I am going to…”

“Ah!” Emma cried out as golden light began to etch what seemed like symbols onto her right arm.

“Oh crap!” Taylor said in horror. “I have no idea it will do that!”

“Is there something about your power you will like to tell me? Like five minutes ago?” Emma said glaring at Taylor, touching the symbols etched onto her right arm gingerly. “They don’t hurt now that the light is gone… hey, you have a same set on your arm too!”

“I am so sorry.” Taylor said again, bowing her head. “I didn’t mean to… cause that.”

“Ah forget it Taylor, I can’t stay angry at you when you are making that face.” Emma said with a snort as she compared both their arms. “Hmm… now that I look more carefully, some of the squiggles are different. So, what were you planning to do or say before we were interrupted.”

“Erm…” Taylor reached out again to hold Emma’s hands gingerly. When nothing outwardly happened, Taylor relaxed and clenched her hands tighter. “Alright, I am not sure if this will work, but here goes.”

There was a sensation of tightness around her. As Emma blinked, she gave a cry of alarm as she was suddenly faced with bright sunlight and the smell of the ocean. As her eyes got used to her environment, she realised she was on some sort of island with a quaint little cottage, and in the distance protruding out of the ocean was a glowing green crystal structure.

“Huh… I didn’t mean to bring along your beanie bags and table.” Taylor was muttering to her self.

“You are a teleporter!” Emma said jumping up at the revelation. “This is so cool! Remember that grade school project and everyone wrote down the superpowers we wished we have? Mine was to teleport anywhere, oh my god! Taylor, you are so going to be my best friend, we can go shopping all over the world for the weekends and be back home before dinner!”

“I thought I am already your best friend…” Taylor began but Emma cut her off excitedly.

“Best bestest, and way best times three.” Emma said as she took a deep breath of the sweet sea breeze. “You wanted to be a flying brick and instead you ended up with what I wanted as a superpower and you can create fireballs!”

“Alexandria isn’t a flying brick.” Taylor said as she pouted. “And we should really move your beanie bags and table into the cottage, we don’t want them to be damaged by the sand.”

“Oh… doesn’t the house belongs to someone?” Emma asked as she gathered up her beanie bag and help Taylor carry the table with their plates into the cottage, the door of which Taylor kicked open.

“That… is sort of part of the thing I wanted to tell you about.” Taylor said evasively as she looked around the cottage. “Seems like he’s not here…”

“He? The one that you said wasn’t your kidnapper but was in a similar situation as you?” Emma asked crossing her arm. “Spill it Taylor, what is going on?”

“I can do more than create fire balls, and that teleportation I just did? Isn’t really part of my powerset.” Taylor said as Emma felt her eyes widened at what her best friend implied. “It seems that my powers come about due to interference from something called Void magic, from another world…”

Village Hidden in the Bay (Worm/Naruto) [draft snippet] Chapter 5 Part 2

Edited 7th Jan 2015

(OLD draft snippet Chapter 5 Part 2)

Notes: After much thought, I decided to go with my original plan to give Lisa a similar ability akin to the mind dive feature of Ar Tonelico games and a mild fusion of the Persona(s) from the game series. This draft is edited to path the way for the dives into the Cosmospheres.

I also did not like how I originally portray Lisa’s second trigger… so here’s an edited and hopefully better copy.

The first Cosmosphere mind dive will be in draft 3, still in progress >.<” sorry, being a busy few weeks.

<< Village Hidden in the Bay Chapter 5 [Draft] Part 1

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Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 3rd July 2010

There had been the pain, the overwhelming fear and desperation of the unknown, of not knowing why this was happening to her, and how it was happening to her. She had not realised until then, how much she had depended upon her parahuman analytic ability to understand the world and people around her. Red tinted her vision as she was crippled by the spasms rocking her body… and then like a switch had been flipped, everything had shut off.

An infinite darkness stretched before her, the sparkling of numerous stars doting the horizon. She felt as though she had seen these stars before. There had been a brief memory, of something she had seen in a pain wrecked moment, as she screamed out into the void for help.

The stars were of various sizes and colours, and they pulsed with… voices. Many were no bigger than grains of sand, radiating sounds of static. A number were a little larger. The voices she heard from those closest to her were familiar yet foreign at the same time. Then there were the large stars that shone with radiant light. The voices coming from them were strong and loud, occasionally she could catch words she could understand, human words that she could comprehend individually, but they came to her in a jumbled mess, leaving her with no context of what she was hearing.

It was as though she was floating in an infinite darkness of stars and Noises. She could hear every words coming out of the many stars she could see. Words that dissolved into nonsensical Noises as she began to hear more and more, as they began louder and louder…

Lisa barely managed to stop herself from retching at the audio pollution she was suffering from. She drew in a deep shuddering breath, for a moment it was as though the darkness around her tightened in anticipation.

“Stop!” She screamed, her voice somehow cutting through the loud incomprehensible din. Her plead cutting through the expanse of the darkness as though amplified by an unknown entity.

There was a short moment of blessed silence before some of the stars started pulsing with Noises again. It did not take long for the rest of the stars to emit their own Noises, now louder than before. A number were moving quickly, several vanishing into the darkness that lie beyond her sight.

Lisa sobbed, jamming her fingers into her ears, yet the Noises were too loud to be muffled. She just want it to STOP. To stop HEARING all the chaotic mishmash of voices. Something surged from her body, a pool of energy that she had no idea she possessed. The energy wrapped around her body, her head, her ears, as if granting her protection. And blessed silence return.

With a gasp, Lisa looked around her, startled at the total silence that now enveloped the darkness. Without the noises distracting her, Lisa was finally able to take stock of where she found herself in. She remembered following that transformation cape who might have plant related abilities. She remembered following that cape to her home, only to end up discovering a hidden entrance of some sort. That entrance had some unknown defence mechanism which literally rendered her analytic power useless and turned it against her.

The pain and desperation from having her power crippled, the subsequent losing of her conscious, and then discovering herself… here. It did not paint a pretty picture. Had she tripped some sort of defence mechanism that the transformation cape had set up? Was she trapped in some sort of dimensional space made by powerful tinker devices?

Looking around for more clues, it was then she caught sight of the blazing emerald star floating behind her, with a shimmering white star next to it. The emerald star, made all earthly and beautiful by the twines of brown weaving within itself, was descending in a downward pattern. Whereas the shimmering white star, with a greyish crystal of some sort embedded in its interior, was tagging along.

There was a sense of familiarity about the shimmering white star, a nagging feeling that was enough for Lisa to attempt to follow it. It did not take her long to discover that she could fly, or at least managed an approximation of flight, by willingly herself to travel in whichever direction she wanted.

Descending down after the shimmering white star, she sank into a mass of glowing dust particles. For a heart stopping moment, as the particles brushed up against her, she heard the…

CHITTERING OF BUGS

…burrowing themselves deeper underground. Their alien… foreign tongues incomprehensible to her. She felt the…

ROUGHNESS OF DIRT

… coursing against the skin of the many earthworms tunnelling in all directions.

Lisa gasped, willingly herself to move out of the cloud of tiny sparkling lights, soaring after the emerald star and its accompanying white star as though they were a life line. She reached their side, stumbling into a large zone of darkness where there was no cloud of dust like particles.

Her disorientation caused her to brush up against the emerald star, and that was when she heard and felt

WORRY. FEAR. CONFUSION. ANGER.

“… what happened?” A young female voice asked, her voice resounding in Lisa’s head. “The seals were supposed to keep people away! The paralysis seal on the trapdoor is only supposed to be the last layer of defence if they manage to get pass the Deterrence seal! And that voice screaming in my head for help… and then later with just one word resounding in my head to ‘stop’… god… was that her?”

“We found her on the trapdoor. And she somehow managed to see through the Genjutsu produced by the Deterrence seal, only to be paralyzed. She is most probably the one letting out those mental cries. I doubt she’s just an ordinary civilian.” A male voice said in deep tones.

“… this is bad… I wonder who else heard the her cries…” The girl said. “I wonder what her powers really do…”

WORRY. ANXIETY.

“If you are worried about her mental powers or of her gaining control of your body, I do know several mental defence seal arrays that can prevent… or at least hinder similar mental techniques.” The male voice said, trying to sound assuring. “Konoha were allies with the Yamanaka clan who specialized in mental defence and mental attack techniques, and they helped the village develop several defence techniques and seal arrays against mental attacks.”

SURPRISE.

“What! You can do that?” The girl said in shock. “… that will be a big help… but you don’t understand. Remember the research I have done on parahuman powers? Telepathy is supposed to be a power that would never appear in parahumans. The only alleged being known to possess telepathy is the Endbringer Simurgh. If this girl is the one that cried for help in our heads… are we the only ones that heard her crying out? Because if others heard it as well… there will be chaos in the streets.”

Jerking away from the emerald star in shock, Lisa’s eyes widened, as her analytic power came to the forefront, piecing together the pieces.

DARK. SEEMINGLY INFINITE SPACE.

SPARKLING STARS. VARIOUS SIZES, COLOURS, EMITTING NOISES.

BLOACKAGE OF NOISES THROUGH SHOCK/ WILLPOWER?

CLOSE CONTACT TO ACCESS NOISES.

HUMAN SPEECH/ CONVERSATION DETECTED.

EMERALD STAR REPRESENTATION OF TRANSFORMATION CAPE.

OTHER LIGHTS/ STARS… SOMETHING SIMILAR?

ESSENCES OF HUMANS. INSECTS. ANIMALS?

WHITE STAR MOST PROBABLY REPRESENTATION OF HERSELF.

Her power whispered to her, making more leaps of judgment in mere seconds, somehow working faster and smoother then she had ever wield it before.

SUFFERED FIGHT OR FLIGHT SITUATION. CAUSED BY UNKNOWN SOURCE.

TRANSFERRED TO THIS PLACE.

CAPTURED?

COULD BE.

NOONE ELSE HERE BUT HER… AND THE LIGHTS.

OTHER POSSIBILITIES?

MEMORIES OF PAIN. DEEP MENTAL TRAUMA.

THERE WAS ANOTHER MEMORY… INACCESSIBLE @#!!

NEW POWER?

HIGH CHANCE. SECOND TRIGGER.

Lisa shuddered, feeling the rush of her power analysing all that she had experienced and seen. The possible conclusion her power had drawn was so impossible… yet having taken into account her current situation, and the conversation she had overheard from the emerald star. It is highly probable that she triggered… with some kind of telepathic ability.

Most parahumans get their powers by suffering through massive trauma, a Trigger Event that somehow empowered them based on the situations they found in. Few however were known to Trigger a second time. A second trigger granted a cape a new set of powers, or further empower their original parahuman abilities. It was considered a pipe dream in the cape world, and not something that could be replicated at will.

Lisa had read about second triggers when she first found out about her Thinker ability, while reading up on information about parahuman. Known capes who had second triggers numbered less than twenty amongst the thousands over capes in the world. Second triggers were so rare, that they were considered an impossibility by most.

From the conversations emitting from the emerald star, and Lisa’s own dim memory of the events that brought her here, she would guess that she had some kind of broadcast telepathy, based on the conversation she had just listened in to. This dark space was probably some sort of conceptual dimension/ space that her power accessed when she tried to use her new abilities. And the stars around her were most probably representation of people in real time.

If she was to touch the other stars physically, Lisa had a strong hunch that she could sense the emotions and heard the thoughts of the people, insects, or maybe even animals that they represented. It was at that moment Lisa realised how much trouble she was in. Like the unknown cape had thought and said to her companion, telepathy was supposed to be an impossibility. The Endbringer Simurgh was the only being known to possess telepathy, commonly utilized through her infamous telepathic screams.

Though the man’s words to the transformation cape did hinted that there were other… capes out there with telepathic abilities, what with the mental defences he had alleged knowledge of. It was something to worry about for another time, once she was able to get out of the situation she was in, and had secluded herself in a safe place to research what was a Konoha, or Yamanaka clan, which sounded sort of Japanese.

When possible telepathic abilities were discussed in parahuman forums, it always stirred up a lot of fear, paranoid and anxiety because everytime the Simurgh showed up, people who had heard her screams for too long tend to go down the wrong paths in life, maybe sooner, maybe later. Those people literally became walking time bombs. More than a few had their mental state altered by the Simurgh, becoming someone that would cause great destruction to the world in future.

The stigma attached to telepathic abilities, due to the devastation caused by Simurgh using similar abilities, meant that telepathy or powers related to it, caused an undue amount of fear in the populace. Masters that could control humans via their emotions, or just wrestle control of ones’ bodies, drew dangerously close to that line. And it was well known the Protectorate had plans drawn up to put down or deal with parahumans with those sort of Master abilities.

Lisa could only imagine what plans they might have drawn up for someone with real telepathic abilities. Lock down Brockton Bay and wall it up like they did to the other cities attacked by Simurgh through the decades? Sentence everyone in the city to imprisonment within confined areas like world war refugees? The possibilities were terrifying.

And if her telepathic cry for help was heard by everyone in the vicinity… Lisa felt dread pooling in her stomach. It would not end well for her. She had a rough idea of how she sent out that cry for help, but now was not the time to attempt to replicate what she had done in desperation and confusion.

“Shit!” Lisa cursed, chilled with fear at what might await her once she woke up in her body. Visions of being locked away by the Protectorate to rot in some dark hole… or even imprisoned in the Birdcage crossed her mind. With the paranoia behind telepathic powers, Lisa was doubtful the government or any agencies out there would let her stay free, even if she did not hurt anyone. “Why didn’t I listen to my common sense and leave that cape alone… what am I supposed to do now? And how am I going to get out of this place?”

She glanced at the white star representing her essence which had been floating motionlessly close by. Maybe if she touched it, she could… tunnel into her body or something and leave this place? It was worth a try at the very least, especially since there were no visible exits in this dark space.

If others really heard her telepathic calls, the first time which was probably the cry for help, and then the second time when she panic and shouted at the Noises to stop, the Protectorate would surely have been notified by now. And with the close proximity the white star representation of herself was to the emerald star, her physical body was most probably very close to the unknown cape and her companion.

She need to wake up quickly, extradite herself from wherever place the unknown cape and her companion have brought her to, and leave the area. There would be time to experiment and figure out more about her new powers once she was in a safe location that was preferably out of Brockton Bay.

Rushing to the white star that was her essence, Lisa set her jaw grimly as she gripped the white shimmering orb with both hands. There was a brief sensation of lingering pain… most probably from the paralysis she suffered before she blacked out, and then her hands sunk into the light. The darkness around the star swirled to life, as tendrils of darkness began to press into the compression her hands had made.

Lisa was startled, nearly rearing back, as the tendrils of darkness grew to a torrent. She was unable to pull herself out of the white star, as a strong pulling force began emitted from the white glowing star which had expanded in size. Resistance proved futile as the star expanded in size, seemingly determined to suck in all the darkness around her, including herself.

Giving a muffled cry, Lisa plunged right into the portal, through the sea of white tainted by streaks of passing darkness. She was plummeting down a tunnel, screaming her lungs out, only this time, she could not hear herself cry.

Then images formed on the streaks of darkness flying past her. Images that were of times long past.

Lisa’s eyes widened as she literally saw her life flashing before her, images that even she had forgotten until now, as she fell down the endless tunnel, into a lifetime of her own memories…

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It was but a simple Information shard, split from the Thinker during the Gestation cycle. It had a predetermined path, planned by the Warrior and the Thinker. A path that would direct it to the most suitable host for this ordinary Information shard.

The entity in the shard, bonded with its host during her deepest emotional turmoil, sinking its roots into her, gathering her turbulent emotions and potential for growth in order to evolve and mutate into a better shard, it had changed.

From its host’s desire to understand people and the world, it mutated into the best form to gather information and analyse them. Becoming more powerful and efficient as it tweaked its host’s emotions and increase her desire for knowledge so that it could be utilized and pushed to its limits. It had become more than just a shard to contain Information, but also a shard to Analyse the data it gathered.

It worked towards the purpose the Thinker and Warrior had assigned for it. To encourage its host to seek out conflict, to constantly grow and become more powerful, until the time when it could return to the Thinker and be whole again.

But an abnormality had occurred. Its host had come into contact with a powerful unknown energy form that somehow synergized with the host’s mental energies. It could feel the foreign energy reaching towards it, it SCREAMED at its host to fight it to no avail.

The host’s mental state crumbled and the foreign mental energy pierced into the shard, linking it directly to the mental neurons of its host, corrupting and changing the shard as the foreign energy leeched into the shard’s own energy conduits, drawing and then converting the shard’s energies into its own power source.

The shard’s own energy conduits, which was spread out across three alternate worlds was no longer under its control. The entity tried to fight back, trying to understand the unknown energy and figure a way to combat it.

A STRONG URGE TO LEAVE THAT AREA ALONE CONSUMED IT. THERE IS NOTHING THERE. NOTHING TO SEE. WALK AWAY.

The foreign energy whispered, empowered by the power of the shard’s own energy conduits. The entity gave a wail as what amounts to its conscious crumbled. Battered and influenced by the foreign energy which it did not know how to defend against or assimilate into itself, the entity’s conscious tried to stretch and leave its own crystalline structure. The effort weakened and then extinguished its conscious as the foreign energy continued its attack.

Without a sentient conscious to influence, and with the human host already under its thrall, the foreign mental energy continued feeding on the shard’s energy conduits, growing stronger and stronger until it filled up the crystalline shard. Its energy bond with the leftover’s of the entity’s original conscious, and from those knowledge it gained… sentience.

It changed and evolved, no longer a shard entity of the Thinker. No it was something more. It was the darkness formed from the spirit, the shell created from nothingness, a power made to… deter other sentient from those under its protection?

It pondered its existence, trying to figure out its potential and purpose. It was still a child though, taking its first step, observing the world through its host’s eyes.

Then its host had fainted, leaving its mental link opened and unwatched. The control the human host had of the shard now laid untended to. Like a child taking its first step into the world, it stretched out through the mental link, pouring out around its host in its energy form, invisible to the other physical beings… but one. A female human being that has the same energy signature as it…

She was… its creator? Mother?

It did not have time to ponder as a strange sensation came from within itself. Its host’s mental state had appeared within the layer of energy that made up its body. The host still had no control over her physical functions, allowing it free rein to explore the physical realm. There were several brief tingles as its host tried something within itself, but mostly it was ignorable.

Then its host did something strange. If it had a mouth, it would wail in shock as it found itself being pulled back into its host body, as its energy signature began to reform under the host’s control.

And as its world changed, it learnt something new.

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>> [Draft in progress] Part 3 – Taylor (point of view) – Mind Dive Stage 1 [Sarah Livsey] The Little Girl in the Glided Cage

Village Hidden in the Bay (Worm/Naruto) [draft snippet] Chapter 5 Part 1

<< Village Hidden in the Bay Chapter 4

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Story Title: Village Hidden in the Bay

Crossover: Worm/ Naruto

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. No profit is made from the story. Just a fan’s way of keeping the fandoms alive.

Summary: She was destined to be the saviour of her world. She was the fated antihero, coming into power on Jan 2011. Yet webs of fate could be altered. Realities away, a forbidden technique was used, and the web of destiny… was shattered.

Chapter Five – Simurgh-Lite?

Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 3rd July 2010

The Brockton Protectorate was a madhouse. The PRT teams were assembling in combat gears, The Protectorate and Wards of Brockton Bay had been called back to the Headquarter, and Director Piggot was in an emergency video conference with Director Costa-Brown and the rest of the regional PRT Directors.

Vista stood nervously with the wards as they gathered in the operations room. She looked at Kid Win who was standing stiffly in his armoured costume. “Is it true?” Vista asked her fellow ward. “A real telepathic cape triggered in Brockton Bay?”

“Apparently so.” Kid Win said, sounding nervous as well. “I heard the calls started coming in through the call centre half an hour ago and the staff flagged up the calls as high priority. The callers were from the Mulberry district, a suburb at the eastern part of town. A lot of them heard a mental cry for help, and based on the callers, it was a “young female” mental voice. Ms. Militia and Velocity were on patrol near that area and went there right away after Assault who was on command duty, told them about the calls.”

“If the grownups are already there, what are we gathered here for?” Shadow Stalker asked crossly.

“Come on Shadow Stalker, a telepathic cape? That’s major news, especially if she is a new cape and is in trouble. There are no known capes with telepathy. It is one of the superhuman powers that everyone thought will never appear in capes.” Clockblocker said rolling his eyes at Shadow Stalker’s lacking cape knowledge.

“The Simurgh is the only being alleged to possess telepathic abilities and you know what happened to those that heard her telepathic screams for too long. There are decades of horror stories and theories of what a real telepathic cape can do with his/her power.” Clockblocker continued enthusiastically, even as Vista shuddered at the mention of the most feared Endbringers. “They probably gathered us to help find or rescue her.”

“Then why are they stalling us here with them?” Shadow Stalker growled, jerking a thumb to the fully geared PRT teams entering the large operation room. “Where are the rest of The Protectorate anyway? We could be on our way now to the east side of town to help Ms. Militia and Velocity with the search.”

“Like Clockblocker said, there’s a lot of terrifying theories of what a real telepath could do. The tradition science fiction telepath can read and control anyone’s minds, find out anyone’s darkest secrets, you know… stuff like that. The Simurgh on the other hand can mess people up with her telepathic scream, turning them into human time bombs that cause mass destruction or casualties in the future. A lot of people are scared that a real telepath will be like a mini Simurgh, or worst.” Triumph, the current leader of the Wards said. “Now that a real telepath has appeared… I think the Directors of PRT and the rest of the Protectorate are probably coming up with protocols and counter-measures of what they should do if this newly triggered telepath take control of anyone, or rip important secrets from everyone’s minds.”

“Oh god… you know how long Director Piggot’s conference calls normally takes. It’s going to be hours before they decide to mobilize us. Especially since this isn’t an Endbringer attack.” Clockblocker said in a long suffering voice. “The new cape could be dead or worse by the time we find her! And anyway, I thought they have protocols in place against capes with mind control. It’s basically get the hell out of their radius and shoot them dead if they are hostile.”

“There are protocols against capes with Master ability over people, but there are none against capes that can read minds, or implant long term mental suggestions in people. Not unless they plan to implement the battle protocols PRT have for the Simurgh.” Triumph said in a reasoning voice. “I doubt the people in Mulberry district would appreciate being quarantined in a refugee camp for the rest of their lives. And frankly that’s overkill. The new cape is probably running scared or in trouble, not an Endbringer.”

“Fuck it, I say we move out on our own.” Shadow Stalker said, seemingly eager for action. “We can…”

The door to the operation room opened again, and this time everyone stiffened in attention as Director Piggot stalked in with Armsmaster. The rest of the Protectorate still in headquarters followed behind the two. Whatever Shadow Stalker planned to say was interrupted as the director gave everyone a serious glare.

“Let’s get down to business.” Director Piggot said briskly, walking to the centre of the room. The Wards and the PRT teams quieten down as they focused their attention on her. “As of 1855hr, it has been confirmed that a female telepathic cape has triggered in the Mulberry district, sending out a mental cry for help. Ms. Militia and Velocity has begun search in that area 20 minutes ago without any luck in locating the new cape. The four PRT teams in the eastern outstation have been sent to lockdown the neighbourhood once our analysts highlighted the new cape as a possible A-rank threat or higher. The Mayor and PRT’s board of directors have reached a conclusion in regards to the threat assessment of this new cape.”

“Currently the whole neighbourhood is in chaos, some who heard the cry are trying to help with the search, several families tried to leave the neighbourhood, some already slipping away before the lockdown was implemented. Director Costa-Brown has authorised the use of PRT Thinkers. PRT Delta and Echo teams, you are to set up post in the command centre and coordinate with the PRT Thinkers in finding out all those within the Mulberry district when the cape triggered. You are then to locate all those who left the neighbourhood before the lockdown.”

“News have already leaked to the local news stations about the appearance of a possible telepathic cape in that district. Dragon is helping to block release of the information online for the time being, but the information stoppage will not last long. Once the villain gangs in town know of the telepathic cape’s existence, there’s a good chance they will be in the area to find the cape for themselves… Considering that this is the first known telepathic cape to trigger, it doesn’t matter how powerful her telepathic ability is, she will be a rarity and commodity that will be considered a prize by the local villains.”

“As such, the rest of Brockton Bay’s Protectorate, the Wards, PRT Alpha, Bravo and Charlie Teams, you are to help the four PRT teams already in position to enforce the lockdown. The Mayor has also called up Brockton Bay’s civilian defence teams to help enforce barricade of the area until we find the cape. Road blocks and metal fences will be set up to fence in the target “hot” zones. There are six main roads into the district, all of you will be split into different groups to guard those access points and patrol the surrounding areas.”

“As for Teams Foxtrot, Juliet and Whiskey, Armsmaster has plotted out the possible location and radius of the telepath’s power based on the calls we have received. You will be starting your search for the new cape within that radius before expanding out of the search radius if needed.” Director Piggot said as the large projection screen in the operation room came alive. Armsmaster was manipulating the projector which projected a large map of the Mulberry district. Two circles, a small red circle and a large green circle was drawn. “The green circle is the lockdown radius, the red circle will be your initial search radius.”

“All of you will be issued a PRT special response armband. Master/ Stranger protocols are in place. Report any unusual behaviours, emotions and thoughts immediately. The green zone should be out of the telepath’s ability range, but that’s only an assumption, and only if she had not already move or was moved. Armsmaster will be coordinating the effort from the command centre. Kid Win, you are to stay and assist him. All Thinkers, Tinkers and PRT personnel with Secret level clearances are not allowed to be anywhere near Mulberry district.” Director Piggot said sternly. “Unfortunately Ms. Militia was already in the area before we could implement this. But for the rest, Battery and all the PRT teams’ group leaders, you are to direct your individual teams from the command centre. Triumph, you are also sitting this one out.”

“What!” Triumph said in surprise at being singled out. “But why?”

Director Piggot just gave him a passing glance. “It is orders from above. Now Armsmaster, you can begin the briefing, I want the response teams to be out of here in ten minutes.”

Armsmaster nodded curtly. “We don’t have much time. So I am going to separate all of you that’s assigned to lockdown duties into teams first. Assault, Clockblocker and Alpha team will take over checkpoint 1…”

As Armsmaster began calling out the team roles and assignment, Vista sneaked a peak at Triumph. From the grim twist of his mouth behind his mask, Vista knew that the Wards’ team leader was displeased at being asked to stand down.

“Guess your daddy must not have wanted you in the field, Roy.” Shadow Stalker jibbed from beside Vista, causing Triumph to stiffen angrily. The wards all knew each other’s civilian identities, and Roy just happened to be the son of Brockton Bay’s current Mayor.

“Stop that Shadow Stalker.” Aegis hissed from the side, stepping up to Triumph’s side. “We are not supposed to use each other’s names in public, or even among PRT personnel. Those protocols exists for a reason.”

“Come on, it is not like they can’t guess who Triumph is, what with the way daddy dearest look out for him.” Shadow Stalker said with a hint of scorn. Triumph’s eyes flashed with anger and he stepped forward. Vista knew if no one interfered soon, Shadow Stalker would have agitated yet another ward into a verbal argument or physical confrontation. Something that had been happening with increasing frequency ever since Shadow Stalker joined them two months ago.

“Stop it!” Vista spoke up, glaring at Shadow Stalker. She was not backing down for all that Shadow Stalker loomed over her short frame. She might be the youngest of the Wards, but she had a Shaker 9 rating for a reason. Vista was not afraid of Shadow Stalker for all her aggressiveness and bad attitude. “Why must you always be so abrasive?”

“Is there a problem Wards?” Armsmaster barked out sternly. He glared at the Wards who fell silent at his look. “No? Good, then let’s move out. We have to find that telepathic cape before it is too late.”

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>> Village Hidden in the Bay Chapter 5 [Draft] Part 2

Technological Ninja Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto/ Star Ocean) Chapter 13 part 1

Okay… so I decided to try something a little different in order to get myself committed and motivated to write. I will try my best to post completed draft snippet of chapter 13 on a bi-weekly basis/ weekly if I can manage it.

This will make it easier for me to complete writing the whole chapter part by part. Instead of raising my hands half way and surrender to more brain dead ways of spending my weekends 😉

For those that only want to read the full chapter 13 at the end 😉 ignore this blog post to avoid spoilers.

>.<” hope I can get my rusty writing gear going again… was distracted and ended up playing Guild Wars 2 the whole day. And there’s one weekend gone…

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Edited 21st DEC 2014

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Story Title: Technological Ninja Naruto Uzumaki

Crossover: Naruto / Star Ocean game series/ Stargate series

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or plot from Naruto anime/manga series and the Star Ocean Video games series. This is a work of fanfiction.

Author’s Note: To those readers who have noticed the Stargate references in the previous chapter, yes my intention is to cross this story with the Stargate verse one day. 🙂 Also I have one question, who are supposed to be in Akatsuki at this point in time? Sasori for sure, maybe Orochimaru… but who else?

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Previously…

Yes you will wouldn’t you?” Old man Hokage said, smiling idly. “One last thing. As this dimension is outside of space and time, when we return back to our bodies, it will be at the exact moment we left it. To leave the dimension, you need to return to the seal array on the podium and activate it by saying the word ‘Return’ while touching the middle of the seal. If you bring a non-Uzumaki into The Legacy, they need to be standing with you in the seal array, or they will remain trapped here. It has never been tested, but I am sure it would lead to unpleasant circumstances if someone is trapped in The Legacy while disconnected from their physical bodies. Without the seal bridge linking our yin selves to our physical selves, our bodies will continue aging as time moves on in the physical world.”

I get that.” Naruto said with a nod. He hesitated before moving forward and hugged the older man awkwardly. “Thank you old man, for telling me… for giving me this… legacy from mom and dad.”

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Chapter Thirteen: Ripples before the Maelstrom

Present time, opposite the street from Naruto’s apartment

Shadou stilled as the dark clad form of the Third Hokage entered Naruto Uzumaki’s apartment through the boy’s windows. He had caught sight of the hand sign the Hokage had made as he paused for a visible moment on the boy’s window still, a hand code known only to Konoha’s Chunin and Jonin, which the Hokage must have intended for Shadou and the Senju watchers across the street to see.

The hand sign was obvious, signifying the need for “Privacy”. Shadou knew that for all his age, the Third was still immensely formidable. There was little doubt that the old man could detect the watchers stationed around Naruto’s apartment. The Third was known as “The Professor” for a reason. The village leader was infamously rumoured to have learnt most known ninja techniques in his lifetime. The rumours might have been exaggerated, but it was widely known the Third had an impressive Ninjutsu knowledge, with a high capability in chakra sensing.

Of course having naturally strong chakra senses came with its own flaws. Most strong sensors could only bear to activate their sensing abilities in short bursts, keeping them shut off most of the time for fear of being overwhelmed. Very few, with the exception of those with chakra sensing bloodlines, could cope with their chakra senses being bombarded with information for long durations.

Shadou’s own hard earned chakra sensing ability, trained from years of practice, was rather mild, allowing him to detect strong chakra pulses within his immediate area. The one good thing about his weak sensor ability however, was that it enabled him to leave on for long durations, without his ability becoming a hindrance to him. That trait gave him a huge advantage, especially during long drawn out Taijutsu fights, when he could use his ability to predict the movements and locations of his opponents even without activating his Sharingan.

If he had been a dutiful Konoha Jonin, he might have turned away when The Third entered Naruto’s apartment. But he had not become an Elite Jonin by dutifully following orders. Elite ninja got to where they were by thinking with their heads. That the Hokage was personally visiting the Uzumaki boy in the middle of the night made Shadou curious as to why the Hokage was there in the first place.

Naruto Uzumaki was infamously known as the demon container of Konoha, by Konoha’s ninja corps and a surprisingly large number of civilians. No one knew exactly who spread the information about Naruto’s status to the common populace. The identity of the demon container was considered village secret of the highest level. But after the Nine-tails’ attack on the village close to eight years ago, certain powerful and influential civilians received notes detailing Naruto’s status. Information about the child began spreading since then, and trying to prevent that secret from travelling out of the village was like trying to patch a leaking barrel with paper. Shadou was quite confident that the major Elemental villages knew the identity of Konoha’s demon container by now.

The boy had been but a baby then, but once his status as the container of the Nine-tails was known to the civilian populace in Konoha, the Hokage had to place Anbu protection details on the child just to protect him from attempts to harm him. The Hokage even had to place a special law in place in order to cease the spread of information about the Nine-tails’ container. Naruto Uzuamki’s status as the Konoha demon container was one of the worst kept S-rank secret in the village. Even until now, the Anbu could not discover the party disseminating information about the child back in the earlier years.

With the re-emergence of Root the previous night, Shadou could not help but wonder if the clandestine operation had any part in spreading sensitive information about the boy. If they really did do such an act, Shadou could not even began to fathom what their purpose would be. Already, the newly formed Uchiha council were up in arms after learning that Danzo had stolen Sharingan eyes from dead Uchiha members. Tales of the S-rank mission last night were already riling up the inner council, and it was all the new clan head Shusui, could do to stop the news from spreading further.

The Third might turn a blind eye to Uchiha Jonin reporting back to their clan head about details of an S-rank mission, but if tales of what happened began to spread out of the clan, the Hokage might apprehend those that leaked S-rank secrets to the common populace, like what he did when the demon container’s identity first began to spread. The Uchiha council could not afford to offend the Hokage right now, not with the recent damages and loses to their clan.

Which was why Shadou was making sure he would not get caught as he tried to spy on the Hokage…

A thin flare of light burst from the window still the Third had briefly perched on before he had entered Naruto Uzumaki’s apartment. With his chakra enhanced sight, Shadou could briefly made out a complex seal of some sort activating on the window. When Shadou turned to peer through the apartment window, he could only see dim darkness and nothing else. Shadou had no doubt that the seal had also muffled sounds inside the room from prying ears as well.

Shadou chuckled in amusement, it seemed rumours of the Third’s skill with Fuinjutsu was true. There were few seal masters who could utilize the Flash Sealing technique. It was a technique that allows a seal master to instantly place a pre-composed seal on any surface. The Uzumaki clan were notorious for the technique, which was not so surprising since they were the ones that developed that particular Seal craft in the first place.

As for Konoha, the Second and Fourth Hokages, as well as the Sanin were known users of the craft. Now it seems that he could add the Third Hokage to the list as well. It would at least be something for him to bring back to the inner council.

While the survivors of the Uchiha clan had no plans of turning against Konoha. When one was trained to be a ninja all his life, every bit of information counts, whether it was about friend or foe. There was always a chance that a seemingly irrelevant information might mean the difference between survival or death one day.

Knowing better than to go near Naruto Uzumaki’s apartment to see if he could break through the privacy seal on the window still, Shadou settled down to wait, listening to the soft snores of his apprentice.

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Village Hidden in the Bay (Worm/Naruto) (Chapter Four)

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Story Title: Village Hidden in the Bay

Crossover: Worm/ Naruto

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. No profit is made from the story. Just a fan’s way of keeping the fandoms alive.

Summary: She was destined to be the saviour of her world. She was the fated antihero, coming into power on Jan 2011. Yet webs of fate could be altered. Realities away, a forbidden technique was used, and the web of destiny… was shattered.

Chapter Four – Change is Coming

Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 30th June 2010

Ashley Medina paused at the threshold of the job agency. She felt weary as she looked at the small ground floor office that she had been in and out of, for the past two weeks. Ever since her husband died after being stabbed by some Empire Eighty-Eight gang thugs, she had been finding whatever jobs she could, just to keep the bills paid, and to keep her son fed.

Selling off her two roomed apartment while getting a smaller place downtown had kept the family going for four months, but the funds were running low again, and if she did not find work soon, she might have to pull her son Trevor out of school. It was a situation she would rather not have occurring. Her son needed to be educated, so he would have a prospect in future. But a Hispanic women with only High school education, had very few job choices in Brockton Bay.

She had been rejected for jobs more time than she could count, but she had to keep trying, if only for her son. Gathering up her resolve, she stepped into the office. The receptionist gave her a dismissive look after taking down her details. Ashley waited for several minutes on the dusty red couch which had seen better days. Surprisingly, someone came to get her faster than her usual wait.

She was led to an interview room. Her heart sank as she saw the job agent she was paired to, sitting next to a beautiful young white woman who was most probably the employer. She knew what would happen. The young woman would reject her because of her skin colour or some other faults, she would be sent back home to wait for another call…

“Ah so you are Ashley Medina.” The young woman said, getting up, clasping Ashley’s hands with a warm smile. Ashley paused in surprise, usually her agent would introduce her, and she had never seen any of the potential employers being so warm and friendly. Her agent blinked, apparently similarly surprised.

“Ashley, this is Ms. Helena Roberts, she is a stall vendor at Lord Street Market. Her business has been booming in over just a week, and she had decided to hire more help.” The job agent introduced as all of them sat down. “She has finished hiring the help she needed for her new warehouse. You are called here today because you are one of four women Ms. Helen has selected to be her stall assistants.”

“You will be paid fifteen dollars hourly. Eight hours work day, five days a week. Rest days are on weekdays, on rotation with other workers.” Ms. Helen stated, causing Ashley’s eyes to widen at the sum of money offered. On a good day, she might earn five dollars an hour, compared to that, the sum offered was huge. “I will be renting two stalls in Lord Street Market starting tomorrow. You will be managing one of the stalls with another woman I will be hiring. The contract is for one week, but as my business grows, I will be able to offer you a permanent position, with the related medical benefits. Are you fine with this offer?”

“Wait… you are offering the job to me now? Without an interview?” Ashley asked wide eyed, she had never expected the white woman to hire her in the first place.

“I have seen your resume as well as the two commendations your past employers have given you.” Ms. Helen said with a smile. “You are a hardworking worker, I need someone like you. Will you take up the job?”

“I…” Ashley said in surprise before quickly recovering. She needed the job, especially if it paid this well. “Yes! Of course!”

“Good Mrs. Medina, I will need you to sign this contract.” The job agent said pushing a stack of forms towards her. “Work will begin tomorrow at the stated location. As stipulated in the contract, you will be doing the following tasks…”

The agent droned on as she explained the contract to Ashley in detail. In a haze, she signed it at the end.

“Good Ashley.” Ms. Helena smiled at her. “Welcome to the team.”

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It was afternoon by the time Taylor reached home. After nine days of hectic sales in Lord Street Market and a morning of planning for future, she could finally take a break. Her business had doubled and tripled following the days after her TV interview in Helen Roberts’ persona.

In total sales, she had made nineteen thousand, five hundred and thirty five. It was an unbelievable sum of money that even she had trouble comprehending. But of course, unlike normal businesses, she had no production costs or overheads, which explained her enormous profits. The amount of goods she could make was dependant on her chakra, and her chakra reserve was slowly increasing every day, which meant more goods and more potential sales.

More than half the profits she made were gained once she began fulfilling the furniture sales. “Hand crafted” furniture cost a lot out in the market, and hers were a lot cheaper, yet sturdier and made of quality wood. Once her reputation began to build, more furniture orders started coming in. A portion of her profits had went into hiring a mover truck team of four men and to rent a warehouse near Lord Street Market after the fifth day. The furniture would be deposited by Taylor into the warehouse, after which the mover team would access the warehouse to ferry the furniture to the buyers.

Part of her profits also went into extending her current stall lease. As of yesterday, she had renewed the contract of her stall for another week. She had also taken over the rental of the stall beside hers, renting it for a full week as well. This morning, in her Helena Roberts persona, she had hired four stall assistants for her two stalls. Each of them would work in rotations, with their off days being on weekdays. Thus there would be a minimum of three women working the stalls on weekdays, with all four present on the busy weekends.

By the time she paid off the job agencies, the movers, the rental for the stalls and warehouse, she had ten thousand, seven hundred and thirty five dollars of profits left. That lump sum of cash was sealed into a special seal array drawn on her left breast. It was easily concealed, yet constantly on her body. Of course, her father would have a coronary if he thought Taylor had started tattooing her body.

Taylor did have to admit that while looking for an easily accessible spot on her body to draw the storage seal, she had chosen her current seal location mostly out of a hint of naughty thrill. The old Taylor would not have been caught dead with a “tattoo” drawn on her breast, but the new chakra wielding Taylor was a totally different girl.

She had changed a lot over the past weeks, becoming more confident of herself, and all of this was because of Hashirama. In over a month, with the awakening of her past self, Taylor finally felt that she had grappled back the reins of her life again. She had powers now, powers that were growing stronger with every day of training. She felt in control of her life. When she was acting as Helena for the past few days, she even managed to break out of her shell of solitude, playing the role of a cheerful beautiful young woman who had the world at her feet.

Hashirama never forced or instructed her to do anything she did not want to do, unless it was related to the training of her powers. Instead for the decisions she made with her life, he was just there to support and be a guiding voice. Sometimes it was like having a big brother hovering at the back of her head. He would be there to catch her if she falls, and sometimes, he could be a pain in the arse as well.

Like now.

You know I have been thinking. Hashirama was saying, as Taylor went over the business plan she had drawn up in her notepad with Hashirama’s occasional help. Now that you have begun your plans for business expansion and have hired more help, you don’t have to be in the market every day. And you have been doing quite well with your chakra training, you should take a few days’ break, go out into the world, find new friends and have a life!

“I do so have a life.” Taylor said mulishly. “Training and running a business is having a life. And I have to be around the stalls for the next few days to settle the new assistants in.”

Well the stall assistants will need some guidance at first, but after that, there’s no reason for you to manage the stalls every day. The whole point of hiring stall assistants is for them to run the stalls while leaving you free to do other things. Hashirama pointed out. And please don’t tell me you want to do more training. Even the Genin in the Ninja Academy have rest days to avoid burning out. You have been training none stop for a month after I gave you your chakra system. You need a break. Surely you have some hobbies other than training and selling things?

Taylor bit her lips. Memories of sleepovers with Emma in the past raised out of the depths of her mind. Emma had been her one and only friend, and after Emma betrayed her… well, Taylor had no one else. “I have other hobbies.” Taylor stated, though even in her mind, she sounded uncertain. “I can go to the library.”

No. Hashirama said firmly. No conducting research on rest days. You already spent three evenings in the library researching the parahumans of Brockton Bay. That’s not rest, that’s work. Pick sometime else.

“I thought you said you will let me live my own life and make my own decisions.” Taylor said grouchily.

I did. Hashirama said with the equivalent of a mental shrug. It just doesn’t apply to this matter.

“What!” Taylor said narrowing her eyes. “You promised to only guide me except in terms of my training! How can you just change your promise like that?”

This is a unique circumstance. I am breaking the promise. Hashirama said simply in a voice of amusement. You will take a few off days after the sales assistants are settled in and do things that are not related to work or training.

“Or what?” Taylor said with a hint of challenge in her voice.

Or… I will sing in your head. Constantly. Hashirama said in a very smug mental tone. In high notes. I will even whistle. Mito once told me I could crack glass with my whistles.

“Argh! You are impossible!” Taylor said growling, shoulders slumping in defeat. She had never heard Hashirama sung before, but she had no doubt he could be extremely annoying if he put his mind into it. “Fine! I will have a few rest days where I do other things, after I trained up all the sales assistants, and make sure the business can run without me.”

Good. Hashirama said in satisfaction.

Muttering angrily to show Hashirama how displeased she was, Taylor stalked down into the basement, making her way to the underground bunkers. She had a few chakra intensive plans scheduled later during the day, but now that she was fully annoyed, she decided to settle those tasks first.

One of the major task for today was to build a new underground bunker. This new bunker would be her “Cape Cave” a place where she could create armour or weapons for herself, or store any future equipment she would be buying to make her own cape costume. Taylor was not planning to be a Hero, or out her existence to the local cape community anytime soon, but she was going to start preparing for the eventuality.

The cape cave would be constructed on the other end of the training bunker, with a path leading to the surface. Based on her plans, the upward path would be situated between the cape cave and the training bunker. The secondary surface entrance would come out of her own backyard, on the ground right next to her back door which was facing the side road. It would take several Genjutsu and Protection seal arrays to secure the new entrance from any unwanted sight or entry. The bunker would also need its own set of Privacy seals to prevent any spying attempts from above ground. The whole project would occupy her for several hours at least.

As she began to work, Hashirama started humming a happy tone.

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Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 1st July 2010

The new job was… interesting. May Jihoo thought as she tended to the stall that she and her partner was in charge of. The stall she was handling sold a wide variety of bottled spices, traditional medicines and sweet smelling lotions. She and her partner also had to assist in taking down furniture orders based on a furniture catalogue placed next to the rosewood stall table.

The furniture listed in the catalogue was obviously hand crafted and of the highest quality. May had taken a look at the furniture catalogue during the down times, and had already spotted a few nice pieces she wanted to order for her place.

To be honest, there was no need for the petite dark haired woman to work. Born to a rich Korean-American family, her father left her with quite the inheritance. Her husband worked as an attorney in Leigh and Bayle, one of Brockton Bay’s most prestigious international law firm. Her only son Park Jihoo studied in Immaculata High, a prestigious private school in the nicest part of Brockton Bay. She was basically a rich man’s wife, a rich woman in her own right.

But there had also been a streak of rebelliousness within her. She had been the good daughter, the good wife all her life. The stay at home wife who dolls up, look pretty for her husband, and greet the guests. She gave up her ambitions for a career because that was not an appropriate role for an upper class daughter and wife.

Then her father died. She discovered her husband had been having a long term affair with his secretary. Something within her had died. For a period, she had been broken, but she had come out of it stronger. To maintain the appearance of a healthy marriage, for her son’s sake, she and the scumbag of her husband had agreed not to divorce.

Her husband had continued his dalliance, while May had decided that now her son was able to take care of himself, she would begin living her own life, the life she wanted for herself. It was too difficult for her to begin any sort of career at her age with no working experience. Even if she had the capital to set up a company of her own, she had no idea what business she should start-up or invest in. And she was not going to accept any pity favours from her friends by taking up a job at their companies.

In the end, she decided to take up part time jobs that strike her interest, it would occupy her time and distract her from her husband’s affair. Not to mention it would shame her husband once news of her “acting out” spreads. Sure some of high society wives might snub her when they found out about her “eccentricities” but honestly after what she had been through, she could care less. She was going to take charge of her life and do what she wanted. This particular job falls under the category of “very interesting”.

Her new “Boss”, the stall’s owner was in fact getting quite a reputation in the higher echelon of Brockton Bay’s blue bloods. In part, it was because of the super model looks of the young owner. But a large reason was actually due to the quality products the young woman sold. Her beauty creams were rumoured to be one of the best smelling products in the market. Those who used it had claimed that their skin looked healthier and softer. Now that May was selling those products, she could at least attest to the fact that the creams and lotions smelled really good.

When May first met Helena Roberts at the job agency, the middle aged woman had been prepared to hate Helena just on the principles of the woman being prettier than her. But May had never been a petty woman, and when Helena had showed her a display of friendliness and sincerity, May had changed her mind about the young woman. Helena was no blond haired bimbo, in fact May knew that there was a brain in that pretty head, considering the young woman’s business success in a little more than a week since the start of her business.

The morning crowd had stunned May, but she was able to get on with the rhythm shortly after. The goods have been carefully tagged with prices so there was little chance for May to make a mistake. And after a while, May realised she was liking the banter with the customers while promoting her products. Especially since the products she was selling was already well received by the crowd.

Helena in the meantime was running between the two stalls she had rented. She would stay with May and her partner, Leia for a while, before moving to the next stall which was a fruits and flowers stall, that took orders for high grade fertilizers on the side. There were two other women operating the stall which was doing quite a brisk business as well. May could certainly understand why. The fruits and flowers Helena were selling had a remarkable wholesome and vibrant appearance, and several gardening enthusiasts had already placed orders to try out the new fertilizers on sale. In fact all the products Helena put on sale had a certain high quality feel to them.

Though the stall she was working in had a shelter, May managed to work up a healthy tan by late afternoon. The crowd might have lessened, but a large number of tourists and locals still dropped by the stalls. A few were apparently regulars, like the stern faced Chinese looking man that just walked up to the stall. The man was tall and lanky, scars decorated his bare arms, and he gave off an intense presence.

“The usual.” The man said, after looking at the stall and its sister stall beside it.

“Oh.” May said quickly taking out a notepad where Helena had written out instructions and orders earlier in the day. Helena had just left for a toilet break, she or her partner would have to deal with the customer. “My apologies, this is my first day here, you are Mr…?”

“Hao. Just Mr. Hao.” The man said curtly.

May quickly glanced down the notepad, finding the man’s name and his regular orders. “Alright 6 bottles of saffron, 10 bottles of pepper, 10 bottles of cinnamon powder and 10 bottles of chilli coming right up.” May said, smiling at the man as she quickly packed his orders. “That’s a big order. You are a cook?” May asked, making small talk as she worked. At the other end of the stall, her partner Leia was attending to someone else, although the woman was shooting skittish looks at her.

“No.” The man said bluntly, seemingly hostile and not willing to indulge in any small talk. He also glowered at her, most probably to shut her up. The look was fierce enough to cause May to stiffen for a moment. Then her hackles began to raise as she glared back at the man. Mr. Hao was acting as though she had offended him or something.

“My sister runs a restaurant, I just helped her pick up the spices.” The man finally relented when May refused to back down from the staring contest.

“Well that’s ninety two dollars in total.” May stated as she handed over the package. As Mr. Hao passed her the money, she added candidly. “You might try shaving your eyebrows a little.”

“What!” Mr. Hao said, giving her a stunned look at her off-hand comment.

“You seemed like someone that frowns a lot.” May said, still feeling upset over the antagonizing attitude the man had given her, putting a bit of bite in her comment. “You might want to try shaving your eyebrows a little so that they don’t look like giant caterpillars when you scrunch your face at people.”

“…” The man stared at her wordlessly before turning around and walking off into the crowd.

“Wow May… that was very brave of you.” Leia said, walking towards her, the woman’s eyes were wide as saucers.

“Brave?” May stared at her in confusion. “I was just telling off a rude customer.”

“You were just telling off… didn’t you see the tattoo on his left biceps?” Leia said gaping at her. “He’s from ABB!”

“Oh!” May said, suddenly feeling a little faint. ABB was one of the two most powerful villain gang in Brockton Bay, even the Protectorate had difficulties dealing with them. “Oh dear, I didn’t see that tattoo.”

“Do you think we should tell Helena?” Leia asked nervously. “In case ABB send some of its members to cause trouble?”

“I… I don’t think they would dare do anything here in broad daylight.” May said feeling a chill down her spine. “But yes, I think it is best for me to talk to Helena when she gets back…”

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Hao Yi, better known to the world as the cape Oni Lee, stalked through the crowd, finally reaching the western end of Lord Street Market, where his siblings ran a small Chinese restaurant. There was a small crowd dining in when he entered. His younger brother, officially the owner of the restaurant, was at the counter when he entered. The two brothers nodded to each other as Hao Yi made way for the kitchen, where his older sister served as the restaurant’s head cook.

“Er Di!” Lai Hua smiled as he entered the kitchen, depositing the package of spices on her table. She put down her ladle as she turned to greet him in Chinese. It was an endearment she had called him by since young, because he was the second child in the family. “Have you eaten? I came up with a new hot and spicy recipe with cubed pork and chicken.”

“I can’t stay.” Hao Yi said, looking around the crowded kitchen. “I need to leave for work after this.”

Lai Hua stilled, the smile dropping from her lips, her right hand latching on his arm tightly. Then without a word, she began pulling him after her, towards the storage room. Pushing Hao Yi in, his sister entered, closing the door, shutting out the noises of the busy kitchen. She stared at the floor, not facing Hao Yi as she spoke with a tone of resignment.

“Can’t you just not go?” Lai Hua asked softly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “I saw the news last week. Fifteen people. The news were saying fifteen people were killed by your bombs and knives. Please Hao Yi, it has been more than a year. You have helped Lung set up his drug empire. You’ve long repaid our blood debt to him. Please brother… just leave the gang.”

“Those people were from Empire Eighty-Eight, they are white supremacists!” Hao Yi said as Lai Hua glared at him, tears in her eyes.

“They are still people. Living breathing people with families of their own!” Lai Hua hissed at him, anger and a hint of horror at what he had done showing in her eyes. “Why can’t you just scare them off? You are a god damn cape! They are just ordinary people, like me… and Dai Men.” She said sternly as she mentioned their younger brother.

“I am Lung’s main enforcer I have to show our enemies that ABB is not a force to be tangled with. There can be no mercy. Everyone I kill attest to the power of the ABB, it keeps the vultures from targeting the gang.” Hao Yi said, his countenance unyielding. He loved his sister, he would do anything for his siblings, but there were some matters he could not cave in, even for them. This was one of them. “Lung rescued us from China. He kept me free from the Yàngbǎn. Our debt to him can never be repaid. Please Lai Hua, don’t ask this of me.”

Lai Hua shuddered at his words, tears dropping silently onto the floor as Hao Yi moved passed her. Giving one last look at his sister, he walked out of the storage room. He could not afford to be affected by his sister’s conscience or tears, for he had made his path long ago. He had given away his heart and morals, for the safety and freedom of his family. To him, that was a fair trade.

His hands wept with the blood of more than a hundred people by now, but there was no room for regret, for his fate was already set in stone. Lai Hua could not understand that. Once you were in ABB, the only way to leave the gang was in a body bag, buried six feet under. And the families of the gang deserters suffered worst fates than that, not to mention the other threat Lung still held over his family.

Lung held a set of documents that must never fall into any governments’ hands. For should the truth about his family be revealed, he and his siblings would be hunted by all the governments in the world. And there would be no hiding from that.

His siblings were all that he had left. He had to protect them.

In the end, his sacrifice… was necessary.

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Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 3rd July 2010

Lisa Wilbourn was intrigued.

She had made her morning rounds, spotting a few rich and careless marks in the crowded Lord Street Market, and lifted enough cash off them to last her for another few days. She had tried getting jobs at first to get some steady form of income, but not many people wanted to hire a sixteen year old for serious jobs. She could not exactly tell everyone “Hey I am a Thinker. Let me work for you! I can tell you everyone’s secrets in less than five minutes!”

Her brief stints as a dishwasher, a newspaper girl, and a cleaner, taught her that it was much easier for her to use her powers to start a thieving career, rather than to do manual labour for a pitiful sum of money. There was also the fact that the more she uses her power to observe and analyse her surroundings for easy marks, the more control and understanding over her ability she began to have. It was as the saying goes, practice does makes perfect.

Lord Street Market had been her hunting grounds for the past two week, though Lisa knew she needed to find another area to pickpocket soon. Probably somewhere more high end with a lot more pickings? Lisa had been noticing an increased number of security officers patrolling Lord Street Market recently. A few of them seemed to be looking for someone specifically. Lisa doubted she had appeared on anyone’s radar yet, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Though she knew she had to stop hunting in the market area soon, the catch had been good while it lasted. The market area was where Lisa first supported the mystery that had been eating at her for the past few days. She still remember what happened clearly. It had been the third day since she came to Lord Street Market to hunt for easy marks. She had been lifting the pockets of a portly young man when she had spotted Her.

Helena Roberts, allegedly a beautiful young stall owner who had rented a stall in Lord Street Market. She gained quite an online reputation on the internet after a video of her facing off a rogue cape got onto the parahuman forum. Her business had literally bloomed within a week, and she apparently made enough profits to rent two stalls side by side to hawk her wares. She even hired four assistants to assist her, which spoke of how well she was doing for herself.

Fruits, flowers, spices, herbs, traditional medicine, lotions, fertilizers and hand crafted furniture. All of those were products Helena was selling or promoting, and all of those products were of the highest quality Lisa had ever seen. But things just did not add up. With just a look, Lisa could tell that the rows of watermelons on sale were the biggest and sweetest watermelon she had ever seen. She had no idea how she could tell how the watermelons taste with a look, but she guessed that the vibrant colours of the watermelons actually meant something to her power.

The flowers were of the brightest and sweetest smelling bunch Lisa had ever seen outside of digitally enhanced images. The spices were of the highest quality and cheaper than normal market prices, the bottles that contained them were also made of high quality oak. Who the hell use expensive oak bottles to contain products without taking into account the price of the actual bottles’ production?

And the thing was, all of those products… were similar in nature, seamlessly uniform in shape and variety. All the watermelons were of the exact roundness and pattern, exact duplicates of each other. The flowers had the same bright colours and petal arrangements, exact duplicates again. The oak bottles were seamless and duplicates of each other. All the other products were exact duplicates of each other except for the spices, medicine and lotions. It was as though someone had invented a plant Xerox machine and had created duplicated copies of almost everything!

Then there was Helena herself. The first time Lisa had set eyes on her, her power had only screamed one word to her. FAKE!

FAKE! what? Lisa had no idea. Her power could tell her if someone had gotten a nose job with just a look. She could tell if a guy had liposuction, or if that woman had breast implants, but every time she looked at Helena with her power activated, there was only one word. FAKE!

The mystery of what Helena really was had eaten at Lisa from the first day she spotted the woman and her stall(s) of Xerox plant goods. Lisa literally could not sleep most nights because she kept wondering what was wrong with the woman. What does FAKE! means?

She could of course let her curiosity go, after all she was trying to keep a low profile. But a part of her wanted to discover the real answer to her question. Her power had never failed her before, this was the first time she actually went up against someone she could not understand instantly with her parahuman ability.

It became something of a personal affront and challenge to Lisa, that this woman could hide her true self from her. That was part of the reason Lisa ended up tailing the woman. After all she had a lot of free time these days, unveiling the mystery of Helena Roberts seemed like a worthy entertainment for the afternoon.

She perched on a container in a side alley, where she had a clear view of Helena’s stalls while remaining hidden in the shadows. The woman was currently bustling around the two stalls as she and her assistants coped with the lunch crowd. Lisa narrowed her eyes at the woman, eyeing each part of Helena’s body, wondering which part of the woman was FAKE! She could not even get a clear read of Helena’s body movements with all strange mental interference her power was giving her.

Based on the information she had gathered with her power, Lisa knew that Helena was most probably a cape, a parahuman with special powers just like her. Helena’s powers was most probably plant related if Lisa was to use the stuff the woman was selling as her baseline deduction. Of course, Helena’s powers might have nothing to do with plants, it might be some kind of duplication ability instead.

Then there was the FAKE! response that Lisa’s power kept telling her every time she looked at Helena. That most probably implied Helena was a Changer, maybe she could change her appearance or something? She had done significant online parahuman research ever since she got her own powers, Lisa knew that there were actually records of cape abilities that allows one to transform part of his/her appearance or their whole bodies entirely.

Of course most Changers tend to be Case 53 as well. Known most commonly to the public as the “monster capes”, they were a group of parahumans that apparently had very traumatic trigger events to the point where they lost all their memories after they triggered. Case 53 had special marks on their bodies, and most of them tends to have some inhuman features. They were classified under Changers not because they could transform their bodies, but because parts of their bodies were permanently altered.

There were a few infamous cases throughout the years, like the pitiful Slug man, the maniac Scorpio lady, the Human Amoeba… but from what Lisa could tell, Helena did not seem to be one of them. Every part of Helena seemed human in nature… just FAKE!

Lisa was sticking to her first Changer theory, that Helena had some kind of body transformation ability. She had actually started trailing Helena after the woman closed the stalls for the evening, and was beginning to come to the conclusion that the beautiful twenty year old model face and figure was not Helena’s true appearance.

Trailing capes to uncover their identities was a big No-No in the cape scene, it was one of the many ‘hidden cape rules’ she discovered through her online parahuman research. But what she was doing now was just for fun, it was not as though she was going to reveal Helena’s real identity once she figured out the stall owner’s mystery. Lisa just wanted the sense of achievement when she discovered the answers. Not to mention it would proof that nothing could remain hidden from her power. It was arrogant, but well, she had time to spare, and very little to do for fun.

Time passed quickly at her stakeout, by the time evening arrived, Lisa was ready. To be safe, she trailed a distance behind Helena so that she would not be spotted. As what Lisa had observed of Helen’s pattern during the past two days, the woman would enter the nearby toilet shortly after closing the stalls. A few minutes later, a wizened old lady wearing a solemn dark gown stepped out of the ladies together with a group of working class women. Unlike the first time when Lisa had trailed Helena, Lisa had kept her power activated the entire duration. The old lady was instantly pegged as FAKE!

A grin tugged at Lisa’s lips. There was no doubt about it, the old lady was Helena. Carefully, she trailed the woman again. Letting the crowd separate them for a distance, Lisa managed to get onto the same bus as Helena this time round. Helena stopped after five stops, close to the eastern suburb of Brockton Bay. The district she stopped in contained rows of houses that had seen better days. The area was quiet and idyllic, almost peaceful. It was obviously not the richer part of Brockton Bay, but it was better than the neighbourhoods in downtown areas.

Helena, wearing the guise of an old woman, disappeared into a small busy diner, entering the toilet. Lisa waited outside, peering in discreetly through the restaurant windows. She was rewarded when a young girl close to her age stepped out of the ladies. Tall, dark haired, lanky and cute in a lost waif kind of way, the young girl was as different from supermodel Helena, and old grandmamma Helena, the way the sky was different from the ocean. Yet somehow Lisa’s power registered the young girl’s apparent confidence, the way she walked and moved. Somehow Lisa knew, the girl was Helena Roberts.

Age 14 or 15. Body transformation power confirmed. Active transformation hinder analytic ability. Her power whispered as Lisa observed the girl walking through the crowd in the diner. Afraid of attracting attention to herself, shy away from contact with people instinctively. Have been bullied in the past. Stronger now. Changed. More confident. More self-esteem. Has recently gained a friend, or friends, someone/somebodies she could confide in. Someone that is there to support her.

Lisa blinked, a sly grin appearing on her face. Now that was more like it. Her power was working again.

Movements firm, brisk and concise. Received training, have been training. Martial Arts? Lisa’s power deducted. Poor situational awareness. Mild crowd phobia distracting her. Uncomfortable in her own skin. More confident when she was transformed. Self-confidence increased with the “fake appearances” she wore. Trust in her transformation ability to hide her identity. Guard is down, relaxed. She is on her way home.

The young girl walked out of the diner, down the street, not knowing that Lisa was trailing behind her. At the back of her mind, Lisa knew she should stop. She had proven to herself that Helena Roberts was really a cape with transformation power. She had already proven that her power, as always, had given her the answers again. Although it did take more work this time for her to uncover Helena’s life story. There was really no need for her to follow Helena back to her home and uncover her real identity.

But Lisa’s power pushed tantalizingly. There was an urge within Lisa to know more about the strange girl. She had already put in so much effort in uncovering Helena’s mystery, surely following the girl some more, getting more information about her would not hurt? As long as Lisa stay out of sight, there was no cause for the girl to discover that she was being followed, no reason for Lisa to end up in any confrontation with the mysterious cape.

She would just follow the girl back to her home and that would be enough. Lisa promised herself. The cape’s identity and home location would be her little secret. Something which she did not plan to tell anyone, although it was not as though she had anyone in town to tell, being a runaway and all.

The girl slipped onto a back road where there were less people. She stopped behind a run down two storey house and walked past a row of trees. Lisa picked up the pace. She had found the girl’s home. Reaching the row of trees, she looked past to see nothing…

The back door of the house before her was closed. At first glance, it might have seen like the girl had entered the house, but her power was telling her something else.

Helena never entered the house. Rusty hinges on door, should have screeching sound if opened. Heard slight thudding sound before rounding the corner. Wood. Thump. There is a trapdoor. Lisa’s eyes scoured the small and barren backyard of the house. As far as she could tell, there was nothing of interest except for two dried up rose beds. Dirt disturbed to left of backdoor. Faint impression of shoe print leading up to patch of barren dirt next to house. Possible trapdoor location. Trapdoor hidden from normal sight.

Lisa’s eyes widened at the information her power had provided her. What sort of powers did that mystery cape have? Was she a tinker of some kind? Able to create devices that hide things from sight? Or was she able to create illusions?

Illusion based power higher probability. Fits in with the theme of Transformation ability. Lisa’s power provided intuitively. In a way that answer made the most sense. Capes with multiple superpowers always have a “theme”. A cape that could create forcefields might have a secondary ability of energy blast or energy manipulation, while a cape that slow down time, might also be able to hasten time or create a time bubble.

There were few capes whose main and secondary powers were vastly different, in fact Lisa could not recall any that fit the category, except maybe Eidolon, one of the most powerful human cape in the world. And the legendary cape was a notorious exception to all power categories, being one of the few high level trumps in the world.

Curiosity overwhelmed her caution. It was foolish, but with this new mystery presented to her so soon after she resolved the first mystery, she needed to know… more. She needed to know how Helena disappeared. She moved towards the location identified by her power as the most probable position of the hidden trapdoor.

A STRONG URGE TO LEAVE THAT AREA ALONE CONSUMED HER. THERE IS NOTHING THERE. NOTHING TO SEE. WALK AWAY.

Momentarily, Lisa’s mind went blank, her body turned to move, and then her power blared at her, wrestling back control of her body. Mental Compulsion! Mental Influence! Foreign. Artificial. Attack! It cried. It strained. It struggled.

Lisa’s head pounded as if she was beaten by hundreds of hands. Her power was straining to understand what just happened to her. She gasped, her head was splitting. She tried to deactivate her power but discovered with a chill of horror than she could no longer sense the instinctive access to her gift, as though something was blocking access to her power while trying to get her to LEAVE. Her power continued its analysis in full blast, like an unstoppable ram. Trapped in a sea of information she could not comprehend or escape from, she froze in place.

A STRONG URGE TO LEAVE THAT AREA ALONE CONSUMED HER. THERE IS NOTHING THERE. NOTHING TO SEE. WALK AWAY.

Her mind went blank again. Her brain throbbed. Lisa whimpered. She could not think. She felt weak, as if her entire body was rebelling against her, caught between two titanic forces. The strange OVERPOWERING URGE was telling her to move away, her power was fighting against that urge, that compulsion.

Her power was screaming danger, theorising a high level of danger to someone of her own analytical ability. Her power of intuitive analysis was vastly ineffective to deal with a threat it could not even begin to comprehend. Yet unable to deactivate, it continued to analyse the incomprehensible. Lisa just stood motionless, staring blankly before her, drool escaping from her gaping mouth, unable to complete any of her thoughts, unable to do anything. Her legs weakened, and suddenly she was falling.

The air rushed passed her as she suddenly found herself collapsing onto the ground… Sensation, wood. Visual, dirt. Trapdoor found. Visual illusion. Sensation of hand and face on wood. Designs of some sort were crafted on the trapdoor. Detect mild heat. Energy from design… Burning her. Unable to hide from touch. Unnatural. Not comprehendible. Not of this world. Never before encountered. Resist. Fight. Attack!

A STRONG URGE TO LEAVE THAT AREA ALONE CONSUMED HER. THERE IS NOTHING THERE. NOTHING TO SEE. WALK AWAY.

Lisa felt her stomach rebelling, bile raising to her throat. She felt sick, horribly sick. Her mind was a cesspool of information that did not make sense. Something within her brain stretched, screamed, trying to adapt… and tore

Stars filled her vision. Blackness of space. Large objects. Beings. Sparkles, shards. She could almost understand what was happening… The cosmos infinite… the entities… pulsing crystals…. other worlds…. desert… ocean… mountain… forest… sucking energy… worlds dying… crystals, shards… growing… changing… gestat…

Her mind went blank again. She had no recollection of what just happened. Why was she here lying on the ground again? Her mouth taste sour. What… happened?

She tried to focus, but there was only the mental pain in her head. She felt sick, like dying sick. Vomit came out of her mouth. It was this afternoon’s lunch. She felt hot, as if she was running a high fever. In a confused and sickish haze, she clawed at the engraved wooden surface below her, she felt an invisible latch, almost instinctively she pulled…

Cold harsh energy surged through her body. Her hand let go of the latch as she gave a small scream. Physical pain erupted, adding to her mental agony. Her body locked up and she collapsed onto the wooden trapdoor. She hurt everywhere. She felt like she was dying. Tears formed in her eyes. She was going to die.

HELP! She sobbed, wrecked with physical and mental pain. Her throat refused to work, even though the words were there in her thoughts. For a moment, she felt a vast connection with many… things? Beings? Many felt alien, some were familiar. It was as though she was floating in a sea of darkness, surrounded by pinpricks of coloured lights. Those lights were speaking, but she could not understand them. She felt even sicker as the strange sensations engulfed her. She screamed, her voice refusing to work. PLEASE! HELP ME!

Lost in overwhelming agony, she did not hear the sudden total silence descending in the surrounding area. As darkness consumed her, her last sensation was of herself sliding to the side, as the door below her was lifted. She saw a shadow being cast over her. There was a soft horrified gasp, a scent of roses, firm hands lifting her up…

And she fainted.

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Village Hidden in the Bay (Worm/ Naruto) (Chapter Three)

<< Village Hidden in the Bay Chapter 2

Story Title: Village Hidden in the Bay

Crossover: Worm/ Naruto

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. No profit is made from the story. Just a fan’s way of keeping the fandoms alive.

Summary: She was destined to be the saviour of her world. She was the fated antihero, coming into power on Jan 2011. Yet webs of fate could be altered. Realities away, a forbidden technique was used, and the web of destiny… was shattered.

Chapter Three – Trade and Profit

Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 21st June 2010

In many ways, the Lord Street Market was like a year long bazaar happening in Brockton Bay’s downtown area. Rent was cheap and the market was competitive. Yet those who found the right niche could prosper, making enough that they might even have enough profits to open an actual shop in the Broadwalk.

Even with Brockton Bay’s infamous reputation as a cape heavy city, or perhaps it was due to that reputation, there was always a constant influx of tourists even after the shipping industry died. Brockton Bay’s weather was mild throughout the year, and summer was the peak tourist season as many came to the city to escape the heat, and maybe get a little sense of thrill from being in “close quarters” with superpowered humans, staying within a city populated by known villain capes and Heroes.

As a result, Brockton Bay’s main commerce was the tourist trade, and because of that goods from all over the world could be found in the city’s Broadwalk and Lord Street Market. Lord Street Market further encourage this diversity by having a flexible rental agreement. Someone with the money could easily rent a stall for a few days or weeks in Lord Street Market with no other obligations.

Before Brockton Bay’s shipping industry died, the stretch of property around Lord Street Market was owned by a shipping magnate. The property was then foreclosed by Brockton Bay’s Central Bank after the shipping magnate lost billions of his wealth. The wise business acumen of the Central Bank’s Chairman, the late Raymond Christner, also the father of the city’s current Mayor, Roy Christner, was what turned Lord Street Market into what it was today. A foreclosed property became one of the Bank’s main cash flow assets.

The Lord Street Market consists of shop houses which operates on monthly/ yearly rental basis, and the cheaper road side stalls which had a more flexible rental arrangement.  The road side stalls were basically cheaply constructed lean-tos, with lockable metal shutters to protect the goods at night. Martin Lewis, was a mid-level clerk at the Central Bank, and part of his daily duties was to oversee the side stalls’ rental arrangements.

As per his schedule, every morning he would talk a quick walk around Lord Street Market, to make sure the old and new stall owners did not break any of the clauses of rental agreements, such as selling contraband items or restricted items that should not be found openly on the streets.

A pair of the market’s security detail would follow after him to ensure his safety. Though the security in Lord Street Market was not top of the line like Broadwalk, it was safe enough that that someone could walk around without fear of being robbed.

Having been in the job for the past one and a half years, Martin had seen all sorts of vendors and goods passed through Lord Street Market. It was rare that the display of wares from a stall would make him pause for a second look. The side stall right at the west corner of Lord Street Market did just that.

“Oh my… this rosewood table is exquisite.” Martin said pausing at the stall to take a look. The stall owner was a new face in the market, a willowy blond with supermodel curves and looks. Martin remembered signing a three day stall contract with her back at the bank two days ago. Martin could still remember her name because it was not everyday a gorgeous twenty year old decided to rent a stall in Lord Street Market.

“Ah yes, my cousin is a carpenter, he made that for me.” Ms. Roberts smiled prettily, dimples flashing in her cheeks.

“I see you decided not to use the stall table provided to you for your goods.” Martin said as he gave a cursory browse of the goods Ms. Helena Roberts had displayed on the finely made table. The provided stall table was still folded and leaning against the back walls of the stall.

“Ah yes this table just seemed nicer.” Ms. Roberts said even as she busied herself with the arrangement of her wares. The morning was just starting, and the morning crowd would begin trickling in within the hour. “I had to hire some help getting my stuff here but it was worth it.”

The right of the table was occupied with stacks of beautifully crafted wooden bottles. Wordings were engraved into the wood of the bottles indicating that they contained certain spices. Martin saw bottles of pepper, saffron, nutmeg, curry powder and ginger slices, with prices ranging from cheap to expensive. If Ms. Roberts could even sell half of her displayed spices for the day, she would be well on her way to netting a tidy profit.

The middle of the table was stacked with baskets of fresh fruits such as Blueberries, Peaches, Raspberries, Strawberries and Rose Apples. The fruits were slightly plumper than their average counterparts Martin had seen in the local supermarts, with brighter colours and healthier appearances, looking tantalizingly wholesome.

A smaller section of the table to the left was stacked with wooden bottles containing traditional medicines of some kind, lotions and sweet oils. There was also stacks of sweet smelling incense sticks bind into attractive bundles. Two large covered wooden crates behind Ms. Roberts showed that she had more goods stocked up.

There was also a tiny rosewood coffee table placed next to the larger table. It contained a stack of thin brochures containing pictures of beautifully crafted rosewood furniture pieces. The prices listed for each pieces seemed cheap when compared to market prices. Martin took one, noting that Ms. Roberts’ email was listed as the sales contact. The enterprising young woman apparently accepts furniture orders as well, most probably for her carpenter cousin.

“You have a nice selection of goods, Ms. Roberts, I wish you well for your business today.” Martin said, tipping his hat smartly at the young stall owner who smiled at him.

“Thank you, Mr. Lewis.” Ms. Roberts said. She was about to say more but was interrupted when her first customers, an obviously out of town couple, arrived at the stall, looking at the fruits. Giving Martin an apologetic smile, Ms. Roberts turned her attention to the couple as Martin continued his way.

He would drop by tomorrow on his rounds, and maybe buy some fruits and spices just to support the young lady. He did wonder if Ms. Roberts was still single. If she was attached… well as long as she was not yet married, he might still have a chance at hooking up with the sweet young thing.

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Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 21st June 2010

When she began planning to set up a stall at Lord Street Market, Taylor had decided that she needed a more mature looking persona to be the “Stall Owner”. With the Transformation technique, she could basically change into the appearance of anyone or almost anything, pending time, practice and chakra.

Her own vanity had caused her to choose a supermodel appearance that was a cross between Cameron Diaz and Drew Barrymore. After being plain and awkward Taylor for most of her life, she wanted to have the chance to feel pretty and confident. It had taken her five days to get the appearance right, and another two days for her to get in enough practice that she could hold onto the Transformation for most of the day.

As the Transformation technique affects anything on her body, it had been easy enough to transform her ID to show the fake details of her “Stall Owner” persona. Helena Roberts, age 20, had thus signed a contract with Central Bank, passing their cursory ID check, and ended up leasing a stall on Lord Street Market for three days.

It had taken her eight days to fully plan and prepare the necessary goods before beforehand. Most of the spices, fruits and wood related furniture could be easily grown within a day or two but medicine, lotions, sweet oils, incense and some of the more labour intense spices needed a lot more time to prepare, even though she could rapidly reproduce the plant materials.

Once everything was prepared, chakra paper had been used to draw storage seals, allowing the goods to be stored within. At the first morning of her business day, Taylor had arrived in her rented stall as Helena Roberts. Behind the closed shutters of the rental stall, Taylor had released the first batch of her goods. Should any of her goods run low, she could always close the shutters and release or create more goods behind a screen of anonymity.

The careful planning she had done with help from Hashirama, had come to fruition. By mid-day, she was doing a brisk sale of fruits and spices, with several furniture orders. She had to refill her presentable wares three times during the morning rush hour, and just from fruits and spices sales alone, she had already netted seven hundred and thirty three dollars in profits.

Of course several hours into her new business, Taylor was beginning to realise that looking too pretty had its own disadvantage. Her stall attracted a lot of unnerving male gawkers that were just “browsing” the goods. The stocky looking pet seller from across the street had been leering at her. And Taylor was starting to feel that her appearance was attracting too much attention.

You aren’t the first civilian girl I have seen, that used the Transformation technique to create a more beautiful appearance. Hashirama remarked during a short lull in business. Most civilians living in ninja villages knew at least one of the Academic Three. And the most common Academic Three used by civilians is the Transformation technique. The mistresses of the Fire Lord were well known for their mastery in using the Transformation technique to beautify their appearances.

So… you are comparing me to the high end prostitutes of your world… Thanks a lot teacher. Taylor said sarcastically in her mind. But from your memories, it seems everyone in your world can use chakra?

No, not everyone, but by my generation, a large number of people in the Elemental nations possess a working chakra system. Old legends did record a period of time when the people of my world cannot use chakra. Hashirama said in answer to Taylor’s question. The First Ninja, the Sage of Six Paths, from which the Senju and Uchiha clans were rumoured to be descended from, found a way to grant chakra systems to ordinary people. As chakra systems are hereditary, with time the descendants of those with chakra systems were born with active chakra systems.

Hashirama’s voice took on a slightly lecturing tone. As for those with no working chakra systems, there is an ancient set of Seal arrays, which according to legends, was passed down by the Sage of Six Paths. The arrays could grant ordinary civilians their own chakra systems. The process is expensive in chakra ink and lengthy in procedure, but it is the only way to grant ordinary people chakra manipulation ability.

So you know the seal arrays necessary to grant the people of my world their own chakra systems? Taylor asked perking up at the information. It was close to mid-afternoon and the crowd was thinning under the hot sun. She shot an evil eye at the stocky pet vendor across the street, the man had been leering openly at her for the past five minutes.

Yes, I know of the seals needed. Hashirama affirmed. But the process will take several hours at the very least.

That’s considerably longer than the time I took to get my own chakra system. Taylor replied mentally in surprise.

That’s because your chakra system is soul imprinted into your physical body, not created through seal arrays. Hashirama replied idly. You and I are one soul, one body. Because I have awakened, I am able to imprint a portion of my past life’s essence into your current body. Soul imprint of chakra system is unlike creating chakra systems through seals which… By the Sage, what is that awful noise?

Taylor lifted her head at Hashirama’s words, giving a snort of exasperation as she stared across the street where the pet vendor was struggling with a dog in a cage. The dog had somehow managed to bite onto his trousers and refused to let go. The pet vendor’s struggle caused a few other cages to be knocked against each other, and the wails of panicking animals sounded out from his stall.

It’s that pervert from across the street. Taylor said staring disinterestedly at the commotion. God, the cages he kept those animals in are so small, it is no wonder they are all rebelling.

If the Inuzuka Clan is here right now, all of the clan members will be fraying that man for the poor conditions he is keeping his animals in. Hashirama said with a bit of heat. The clan might even set their ninja dogs on that man, and those ninja dogs aren’t nothing to joke about.

Taylor shuffled uncomfortably. She felt sorry for the animals as well, but there was not much she could do. The animals belonged to the pet vendor, and it was not as though she was rich enough to buy all of them and set them free. But the sight of them trapped in their small cages and being cowed by the pet vendor, remained Taylor too keenly of how she felt about being bullied by Sophia, Emma and Madison back in school.

Taylor got up, making moves to close the shutters to her stall. There was not much crowd right now, and she might as well spend some time doing a little good deed for the day.

What are you doing? Hashirama asked curiously. Though the powerful ninja might take up residency at the back of her mind, Hashirama had agreed not to go poking around in her thoughts without cause. Unless Taylor told Hashirama what she thought or planned, the ninja would know nothing more than what she let on.

I am going to pay a visit to one of the security guards around here somewhere. Taylor replied, pushing the table with her wares back into the stall so that she could close the shutters. I am going to get them to pass a message to Mr. Lewis, and get him to look into the poor conditions of the pet stall, which is creating a negative image of Lord Street Market. I am also going to strongly hint that I have seen tourists taking pictures of the stall. Pictures which might end up spreading bad publicity about the marketplace.

Ah the art of court politics and subtle human manipulations. Mito tried teaching that to me. I never could quite get the hang of it. Hashirama said sounding impressed at Taylor’s proposed actions. I prefer direct actions most of the time. I wonder if this… art of subtlety, is something all women instinctively acquire?

This isn’t Konoha, and I am not the revered village founder and respected God of Shinobi. Taylor said dryly. This is Brockton Bay, and I am just a fourteen year old, that currently looks like a gorgeous twenty year old, who happens to be able to manipulate chakra. I can’t bury my enemies under a sea of forest like you can. Neither do I have an army of powerful loyal subjects. We will do things my way here. I’d rather not land into any trouble that I can’t get myself out of.

Are you sure you know what you are doing though? Hashirama pointed out as Taylor prepared to reach for the shutters. Not to rain on you my little apprentice, but you are not exactly savvy court politician or manipulator material, even though you seem to know a bit of theory on that subject.

I have watched enough spy movies. Taylor said with a mental sniff. I think I can try hamming it up a little, especially with my current looks.

Grabbing the shutter doors, Taylor was about to pull them shut when a series of wild, loud and horrifying barks sounded from the streets. Taylor swung around and could only stare in shock as three… monster dogs, the size of cars, barrelled into the streets from a side alley. The thin crowd of tourists and people at the marketplace scattered in surprised yells and cries as the three dogs ran towards the pet vendor’s stall.

A brutish wild looking girl, most probably around Taylor’s real age, was seated on the largest sized monster dog. The girl was most probably a cape of some sort, maybe a Master that can control dogs, with some sort of Striker or Trump ability to turn them into monsters. Of course the monsters dogs could also be some kind of Trump projections. With the strange varieties of superpowers out there these days, it was difficult to tell.

Wow… I didn’t know your world have anyone like the Inuzuka. Hashirama said impressed as Taylor stood in front of her half closed stall, watching the dog cape sic a monster dog after the pet vendor who had taken off running the moment he saw the three car sized dogs coming for him. The rough looking female dog cape had then ordered the other two monster dogs to guard the stall while opening the cage doors of all the animals, setting them free.

The dog cape was particularly gentle with the caged dogs and puppies, taking care to gather the pet dogs she set free close to her. Taylor frowned when she saw some of the freed animals limping around. She cursed. Some of the animals are hurt. Taylor said angrily. Especially those in the smaller back cages. That fucking inhuman man! I hope the monster dog that went after him actually got him.

Taylor could also sense Hashirama bristling in anger at the back of her mind. Grab some of the healing and pain numbing ointments. They don’t work as well on animals, but they help better than most animal medicines short of those actually brewed by the Inuzuka clan. Hashirama ordered briskly.

It spoke of how much Taylor had changed in the past few days that she had immediately grabbed a large plastic bag and dumped stacks of healing and pain numbing ointments into it, not even daunted by the fact that she would be taking those ointments and going directly to where a rogue cape was lying waste to a stall. With the tricks up her sleeves and her transformed appearance shielding her identity, she could escape without outing herself if worse comes to worse.

The streets were cleared by then. The nearby stall owners had either ran or hid themselves within their stalls. The remaining crowd had done the same. Up at a street intersection, Taylor saw one of the market’s security guard speaking into a walkie talkie, most probably calling for help. With the way things were in the world today, ordinary people knew better than to interfere with a rogue cape. Everyone was most probably waiting for the Protectorate to send some Heroes over.

Cutting across the street in quick strides, feeling the eyes of the remaining crowd hidden in the stalls staring at her, Taylor walked to the trashed pet stall staring calmly at the two monster dogs blocking the way. She stopped directly in front of them, ignoring their loud threatening growls and putrid breaths.

Hashirama was at the back of her mind observing the dogs for signs of aggressions, keeping Taylor aware of whether she should fight, run or stay. The man had been around large ninja dogs most of his life. The Inuzuka clan, a clan of ninjas that took care of large intelligent ninja dogs, had been a close ally of the Senju for generations. Of course the Inuzuka ninja dogs never reached the size of cars, except for the clan’s dog summons which usually reached the towering heights of a building. Hashirama was confident that he could decipher the monster dogs’ intention enough to keep Taylor safe.

“Some of the animals are hurt.” Taylor called out. She could see the dog cape turning to look at her angrily from behind the monster dogs. “I have medicine to help them.”

The dog cape snarled at her. Hashirama’s discerning voice spoke within Taylor’s head, his voice had gone all seriousness instead of his normal jovial and devil may care tone. The girl is half feral. She seems more comfortable with dogs than people. I have only seen this kind of reaction in people who have lived too long in isolation out in the wilds or were seriously traumatized. Just out of curiosity, these parahuman powers of your world, do they negatively impact on the mental and emotional states of the ones that got them?

Taylor hesitated, she was not exactly a cape fanatic and encyclopaedia. I am not sure. What I know about capes are the basic parahuman stuff from Parahuman history classes, online forums and the news. I know capes normally get their powers from traumatic trigger events. Of course it doesn’t mean everyone who has gone through trauma will become a cape, only a select group of people actually activate powers.

Taylor continued warily. The scientists still couldn’t figure out the exact parameters needed for trigger events. Because most cape get their powers through the worst points of their lives, the majority of them never fully recovered from their trauma. A lot of villains used their powers to hurt people due to the nature of their own trigger trauma. It is the most common theory online about why there are always more villain capes than heroes.

There was a mental sigh as Hashirama considered Taylor’s words, I know I have been keeping you busy practising your Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Fūinjutsu the past few weeks, but I think it is about time we do more tactical research on the parahumans in your world.

Hashirama continued seriously while keeping a watch on the two monster dogs in front of Taylor. If this city is chockfull of them, you will need to learn whatever flaws and strength they have, in order to better protect yourself if you encounter any of them. Having good intelligence will allow you to win half the battles most of the time.

It is a little too late for research now. Taylor said snippily as she waited before the two monster dogs tensely. But I think I can slot in some library research time if I survived till tomorrow.

There was a short pause as the dog cape just continued staring angrily at Taylor, but the pained whines of a small puppy distracted her. The dog cape picked up the puppy, gingerly holding out one of its paws that was bruised, most probably from the confined space it was stuck in. The feral looking cape snarled in anger, before waving Taylor in, barking out some commands to her monster dogs.

“Come in.” The girl cape ordered as the two monster dogs moved a little further down the road, giving Taylor more space to enter. The female cape glared at Taylor challengingly as she hold up the injured puppy. “You have medicine? Can help?”

Taylor nodded taking out one bottle of pain numbing ointment and another bottle of healing ointment. She then placed the bag on the floor and begin layering the sweet smelling ointments on the puppy’s paw. The result was almost instantaneous on the small animal. The pain numbing ointment was strong enough to release the puppy from its discomfort as it nested tiredly into the dog cape’s hands while Taylor applied healing ointment to the bruise.

Taylor was not that surprised about how effective her ointments were. With Hashirama’s immerse plant repository and her Wood Release bloodline, Taylor had access to many potent herbs in Hashirama’s world. The fact that Hashirama was in her head during the entire ointment brewing process meant that her supply of homemade medicine were of the best quality, maybe even trumping some medicines of her world which served similar functions.

“It helps.” The girl cape said in surprise as Taylor finished layering the ointments.

“I make good medicine.” Taylor said simply. She closed the two ointment bottles she used, placing them into the bag which she handed to the cape. “There are two kinds of ointments in the bag, pain numbing ointments and healing ointments, all clearly labelled. Use only a little spread of pain numbing ointments around wounds to numb the pain. Then apply the healing ointments directly on the wounds three times a day. You should go, the Protectorate would be here soon.”

The brutish girl stared at her for a long moment before accepting the bag with one hand. “Thank you.” The dog cape said gruffly, giving her a curt nod.

Then the dog cape totally ignored Taylor, as she took off an old jacket and gathered the smaller puppies into it, bundling them up and handing the bundle to one of the monster dogs that moved closer. The large dog held onto the bundle gently with its mouth. The dog cape then herd the group of freed dogs out of the stall, while giving a sharp whistle.

The monster dog who had been chasing after the pet vendor lumbered back from down the street, traces of blood around its jaw. Taylor frowned. She hoped the dog had not killed the pet vendor. The man was obnoxious, but he did not deserve death.

She stood watching from in front of the wrecked pet stall as the dog cape and her dogs disappeared into a nearby alley leading into the docks. There was a palpable sense of relief as the dog cape and her animals were gone from sight.

Before Taylor could even return to her stall, people were converging towards her, some asking her what happened between her and the cape, some commenting how brave she was. And in the background, the rest of the freed animals which had included cats and small monkeys left behind by the dog cape, began yowling in panic and frustration.

Rubbing her forehead tiredly, Taylor had a feeling her afternoon was going to stretch out into a long day.

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“… so there was still no signs of this new cape that Empire Eighty-Eight was after?” Battery asked as she got into the Protectorate for her night shift.

“Nope. Nothing on our radar. Empire Eighty-Eight hasn’t been making any visible moves either. I think our girl has left town.” The brown haired Robin Swoyer aka Velocity, said as he looked at her with concern. “You seemed heavily invested in finding this cape Battery. You going to be alright?”

“I was the one on the shift when Dragon contacted us about a new cape in town. A cape that was being hunted by one of our most notorious villain gang.” Battery said with a sigh. “I guess I feel responsible in a way because of that. That’s why I am trying to find this cape and make sure she didn’t end up dead at Empire Eighty-Eight’s hands.”

“Sometimes you worry too much Jamie.” Velocity said with a smile, letting Battery take over the control station for the Protectorate. “Where’s Assault? Isn’t he supposed to be on standby with you?”

“He is talking to Armsmaster, his armour needs some repair work.” Battery said as she opened up the parahuman forums and began monitoring the call logs for the night.

Velocity snorted. “He is going to have to wait in line, Armsmaster got into a skirmish with Skidmark and Squealer this afternoon. Nothing major, but the two meth heads accidentally got in a lucky hit and damaged part of Armsmaster’s armoured legs. The man’s been in a real mood the whole afternoon.”

“Armsmaster got into a fight with The Merchants?” Battery asked in surprise. “I didn’t hear anything on the news while coming in. What did The Merchants do this time? Sell drugs openly on the streets? Or did Squealer construct yet another crazy vehicle to let her goons use?”

“Hmm… it is a little more embarrassing than that.” Velocity said with a chuckle. He moved forward, taking over the control screen for a moment as he called up some files. “Armsmaster was on afternoon patrol, and he was near Lord Street Market when we receive a call about an unidentified cape causing a disturbance there. From eye witness reports, we deduct the cape is Bitch aka Hellhound aka Rachel Lindt. She has arrived in town recently and is wanted for a manslaughter charge.”

Battery looked at the files Velocity had called up. They were basically information the Protectorate had on Rachel Lindt. “Yeah, I saw the news featuring her rampage through Lord Street Market. She has the ability to enhance dogs, classified Striker 4-5, possible Master or Thinker to be further determined. She doesn’t seems too dangerous, and I don’t understand how her situation would lead to Armsmaster fighting The Merchants?”

“She fled before Armsmaster arrived.” Velocity said with a grin. “Didn’t do much damage except have one of her dogs chew on a pet stall owner. The owner’s injuries are mostly superficial, the guy managed to get to a safe location in time. His wares, the dogs and puppies were stolen by Bitch who escaped into the Docks. Armsmaster followed after Batch based on eyewitness accounts of her last location. He chanced upon Skidmark and Squealer who were in the midst of a major drug deal, and both sides ended up skirmishing. The rest as they say is history.”

“Oh… no wonder it wasn’t in the news.” Battery said with a soft chuckle. “Not much eye witnesses in the docks I guess. And Armsmaster is not going to offer that information to the media anyway.”

Colin Wallis, cape name Armsmaster, had a certain stiff pride. As the current leader of Brockton Bay’s Protectorate, it would be a blow to his ego if it was known the two meth dealing capes had gotten the better of him. Not that there was anything wrong with sustaining light damage from a fight with those two. Skidmark and Squealer would be a terrifying pair in a fight if they could get their heads out of drugs and learn to use their powers wisely.

But Colin most likely would not see it that way. Not to mention the Protectorate’s publicity mandate was to never offer information about failures to the public unless they were already aware of it. Only the victories were to be publicly highlighted. Battery never did agreed with that mandate because it will only enable behaviours of self-importance in Heroes.

“Colin will never willingly make himself look bad.” Velocity said with a snort as he moved towards the couch behind the control station, gathering his stuff. “I admit he’s the most capable of all of us in a fight, but sometimes he’s like this super-efficient well-oiled human machine, with the social skills of one as well.”

“He’s not that bad… on most days.” Battery said with a grin. She turned to see Velocity slinging on a bag as he walked towards the entrance of the control room. “I’ll see you tomorrow Robin.”

“You too Jamie.” Velocity said waving back at her.

As the door to the control room closed, Battery went back to the control screen, opening up the parahuman forums in one window, the late night news in another smaller window, and also the chat logs from the call center. Seeing nothing of note in the call logs and the news at the moment, Battery moved on to the forum.

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Topic: Villain attacked Lord Street Market

In: Boards Places America Brockton Bay

Marsplanet (Original Poster)

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1645hrs

Was in Brockton Bay for vacation and saw an actual villain! The cape was unmasked, seems like a rough looking teenage girl with these giant ugly dogs. She was getting them to attack a pet stall vendor of all things. I managed to take a video with my cellphone. Here is the link.

CapeFanatic

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1646hrs

That’s Rachel Lindt aka Bitch aka Hellhound. Her powers have something to do with those giant dogs of hers. She had one charge of manslaughter and is on the run from the law. You are one lucky dude to still be alive man!

FanboyOzie

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1650hrs

The size of those monster dogs look terrifying. Why is she robbing the pet stall? And check out that hot stall owner from opposite the street in the later half of the video. The way she just walked up to two of the monster dogs and stare them down, is she also a cape?

Doglover

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1653hrs

Hellhound isn’t a villain! She is just a misunderstood Rogue who made it her life’s mission to speak up for the canine race! It’s obvious from the video that she was just freeing the animals in the cages at the pet stall!

FanboyOzie

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1650hrs

Oh god… not the she’s a Villain who is just a misunderstood Rogue argument again. That line had been used so many times in other Villain threads that it’s no longer funny.

CapeFanatic

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1700hrs

From Brockton Bay’s news report, Hellhound was after the caged dogs in the stall, she left after she got them. As for the hot stall owner, she is just a concerned citizen. Apparently she is some sort of herbalist, with a stall opposite the street. According to the reporter’s interview, some of the caged animals were injured, the stall owner was actually offering Hellhound some medicine for the animals.

NerdFingers

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1703hrs

The stall owner’s hot, I just saw her actual interview on TV. That grainy camera phone video didn’t do her justice. Here’s a link to the TV interview.

WhiteBeauty

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1705hrs

Oh I visited her stall this morning. She had this whole collection of totally natural products. Medicine, cream, lotions, spices and fruits. I bought a bottle of Rose hand cream which is one of the sweetest smelling product I have ever used. I applied some in the morning and I am still smelling refreshingly fragrant right now. I am definitely going over to get some more tomorrow. She told me she will be around for another two days.

FanboyOzie

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1710hrs

Wow… maybe I will drop by her stall tomorrow to get some fruits 😉

Marsplanet

Posted on June 21st June, 2010: 1712hrs

The stall owner closed up her stall pretty quick after her interview. I will probably drop by with my wife tomorrow. Our shopping was interrupted by the attack.

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Battery scrolled through the rest of the posts on the attack of Lord Street Market, but most of the post had derailed off the actual topic, a number of the posters were in a fierce debate about some blond haired bombshell. She opened up other threads under Brockton Bay, but nothing major popped up. Someone in the docks did see Armsmaster facing off Skidmark and Squealer and have created a thread about it. Thankfully there were no captured video of the incident however.

Battery heaved a sigh of relief, at least there were no further threads about sightings of the new cape, or any Empire Eighty-Eight propaganda on the forums about her. Maybe Velocity was right and the girl had done the clever thing and skipped town.

She could only hope. Too many young would-be-Heroes died because they did not know the hidden rules of the parahuman battlefields, lacking the cunning and battle awareness to survive long. Battery could only pray the young cape did not become one of the numerous casualties in their increasingly chaotic world, or become one of the parahuman lackeys among the local villain gangs.

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Danny looked up at the clock from his seat at the dining table as he heard the front door opened. It was half past eight and the skies were already dark outside. Since it was the school holidays, he had no idea what his daughter was doing out so late. Taylor had always been a quiet child who had been closer to his wife Anne then himself. The death of his wife had been particularly tough on the two of them. And even now, Danny had no idea how to really talk to his daughter, to be there for her, at least not like his wife did.

“Dad.” Taylor called out as she entered the house, her cheeks seemingly flushed. Yet there was a cheerfulness in her eyes that seldom showed during the past half a year.

Even as Danny thought that, he tried to recall when was the last time he had seen Taylor even a little happy. It was distressing that the last true smile he had seen from his daughter was when Anne was still alive. He had been so busy making enough money to pay off the mortgage, to pay the bills and daily expenses in the poor shipping economy, that he had truly neglected Taylor.

“Taylor. I made some dinner.” Danny said as he took a few prepared dishes and began heating them up. He chose his next words carefully, not wanting to upset his daughter. “So where have you been? I thought you said you were going to the library… You have been there the whole day?”

“Oh I went there in the morning, to return some books.” Taylor said, before reaching in her wallet and taking out a stack of notes. “After that, I went to interview for a part time job as a stall vendor’s assistant in Lord Street Market. The owner hired me on the spot, and wanted me to start work right after that. The stall owner was very nice, I will probably be working for her for the rest of the holidays. She pays a lot per hour too. I know how hard it has been around the house, I want to help out too. Here’s a hundred for the groceries this month.”

Danny felt his throat closed as he looked at his daughter, so young, yet she was already incredibly mature for her age. Shame filled him at not being able to give her a better home life, of providing her with more luxuries that the better off teenagers usually have. He tried to push Taylor’s outstretch hand back to her.

“No Taylor, you worked hard for that. Keep it. Save up and use it for yourself. I can still manage the bills on my own.” Danny said, knowing that he was being a little stubborn. If Anne was still alive, she would probably had ribbed him for his bull-headed man pride.

A look of hesitation crossed Taylor’s eyes. “But dad… I want to help. Please…”

Danny crumbled at the pleading look in Taylor’s eyes and accepted the money Taylor pushed into his hands. “Thank you Taylor… So tell me more about this part time job of yours.”

“The stall owner is this very beautiful lady, she sells homemade medicines, lotions and other stuff. Sales is pretty good, and she is confident that the estimated profits she would make every day would be enough for her to book the stall all the way through the end of the school holidays.” Taylor said as Danny set the heated dishes in front of her.

“Ah… she’s an out-of-towner?” Danny asked.

Brockton Bay’s shipping industry might have died, but its tourist trade was still booming more than ever. The city also had a seedier and much more recent reputation as one of the few places in the U.S.A, where you can get access to rare exotic drugs easier and cheaper than anywhere else.

That was why Danny also made sure his daughter was home before dark. Brockton Bay was on a slow decay to death, and Danny had been saving a little on the side, in the event that things got so bad he and his daughter had to leave town.

“She lives in the outskirts of the city, her family owns a farm and she sells products made from plants at the stall.” Taylor offered the information.

Danny nodded, the stall owner Taylor was working for sounded like an alright sort of woman, but maybe he should go down to the market one afternoon, to make sure she was on the up and up. “So where is this stall you are working at?”

“It’s a corner stall, right at the west intersection in Lord Street Market.” Taylor offered. “I wouldn’t be there the whole day thought, the stall owner had me getting more goods from her nearby warehouse sometimes. The place is nowhere near the docks Dad, so there is no need to worry.”

“Alright, just be careful.” Danny said nodding as he listened to his daughter talk about her day. For a moment, it was as though they were a family again. It was as though Anne was still around, guiding Taylor out of her quiet shell. It was as though the two of them could talk to each other again, after months of strained silence or awkward conversations after Anne’s death.

Danny could see the sparkle of life in Taylor’s eyes now, as though she was finally venturing out of her cloud of silence and isolation, ready to take on the world, just like her mother did. Anne had been like the sun, bright and cheerful, ready to speak out against any injustice. Taylor’s personality had been more like his, quiet, maybe sullen at times, but Anne had loved both of them all the more for it. Now as Taylor talked, Danny was able to see a bit of his wife in Taylor, that his daughter was growing up and growing strong.

Danny wished the moment would never end. Whatever the case, he was sure tomorrow would be a better day.

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Taylor stood on the landing, relaxing as she heard the soft snores of her father from his room. It was only a little past ten, but her father had turned in for the night as he usually did. His work was gruelling, Taylor knew considering the numerous times he had brought her to his work place when she was in grade school.

Thanks Hashirama. Taylor thought silently to her past self as she made her way carefully down the basement. Thanks for telling me to talk to my dad… I guess… I never really wondered why we just drifted apart after mom died. And then the bullying at school started and all I could care about that time was how miserable I was.

It always helps to have a second pair of eyes looking at things. Hashirama said warmly. Your father cares about you, he just has no idea how to express it. Unlike my father… your sire cared for you because you are his daughter, not because you are a future asset to the clan.

I guess it must be tough back in your world. I still remember seeing you kill your first man when you are just a kid. Taylor said with a mental shudder. Things might be bad in my world, but at least around here, most countries don’t train children to kill before they were even eight.

Well the time when I was born into was a time of chaos. Nine powerful chakra beasts roamed the world freely, ravaging the lands like they were unstoppable natural disasters. In a way, those monsters were like the Endbringers of your world, except your world had three unstoppable entities, my world had nine. Hashirama said, his warm mental voice dimming slightly. The ninja clans were at war with each other while trying to survive in a world where the tailed beasts roamed free.

But from your memories, you and your wife found a way to deal with the tailed beasts didn’t you? Taylor asked. She was down in the basement now making her way around with a piece of chakra paper inked with an activated Light seal. She passed through the illusion wall and quickly entered the tunnels.

When Mito married me, I learnt that the Uzumaki clan possessed powerful containment seals created by their Seal masters long ago, to contain the tailed beasts. The Uzumaki clan never used them because those seals required full blooded Uzumaki as containment hosts. Hashirama stated as Taylor made her way into the training bunker, cutting a path straight to her Greenhouse.

Containment seals to trap tailed beasts were quite numerous in my world, but none could ever trapped them for more than a few years at most. The Uzumaki seals were different however, they were made to last a lifetime.

My brother, Mito and I began modifying those seals so that they do not require Uzumaki hosts. By then, I had found ways to exponentially increase the power of my Wood Release bloodline. With a special set of seal arrays inked on my palms, I was able to use my bloodline to subdue the tailed beasts, while my brother and wife sealed each of them away. Hashirama stated wistfully in memory.

I was foolish then, thinking that if I handed out the sealed tailed beasts to other ninja villages as gifts, that they could come together and live in peace. Hashirama continued. I learnt better after the Second Shinobi war. Several of the ninja villages created their own “longer lasting” containment seals, implanting the tailed beasts into human hosts, turning those “demon containers” into weapons that would last until their death. In my attempt to create peace, I created a different kind of war.

That doesn’t sounds like your fault. Taylor said at Hashirama’s words. You can’t predict the actions of people. But you did managed to seal the tailed beasts in your world away. Do you think I can do the same with the Endbringers in my world?

You will need at least Hokage level chakra reserves before you can attempt that safely. With the rapid rate your chakra reserves are growing, and that’s if you continue your daily chakra training, you might reach Hokage level chakra reserves in around another two years or so. Hashirama stated.

So you mean I can actually seal away the Endbringers? For real? Taylor asked in disbelief. The Endbringers had been ravaging Earth for decades. Killing thousands of superpowered humans who had banded together to stop them. It was near impossible for her to believe she could really do anything about them. She had only first asked Hashirama about it out of curiosity, not because she really thought such a thing was possible.

Yes it is possible. The most powerful tailed beast, the Nine Tails could cause massive earthquakes and destroy mountains. The Three Tails were recorded to have sank islands. If the containment seals I know of could contain them, they should be able to contain the Endbringers of your world. Hashirama said with the equivalent of a mental shrug. These containment seals aren’t your ordinary run-off-the-mill seal arrays though. You will need at least Hokage level chakra to activate the seals and contain one of your Endbringers, much less three. If you plan to go after the Endbringers one day, try… targeting them one at a time.

Oh wow… Taylor thought stumped. Imagining herself going up against the massive Endbringers just gave her the shivers. I don’t think I am ready to set such a high target for myself right now. You say I will need another two more years to become powerful enough to use those seals right? Let’s set that subject on the back burner for now. Thinking about going against the Endbringers is giving me a tummy ache.

So, you are going to create the new set of goods for tomorrow? Hashirama asked changing the topic obligatory.

Yes, and I am planning to add some new inventory. Taylor said with a grin. Nobody’s selling flowers in our stretch of the street, and the farmer that dropped by the stall this afternoon talked about the prices for good fertilizer. Sounds like a good opportunity to increase our revenue.

You are beginning to get a good head for business. Hashirama said in approval. Once you got more profits coming in, you should think about really hiring someone to help you run the stall. Your cover story to your dad was good, and in terms of practically, hiring help would enable you to spend your time on other critical areas, like training up your Ninjutsu.

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Village Hidden in the Bay (Worm/ Naruto) (Chapter Two)

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Story Title: Village Hidden in the Bay

Crossover: Worm/ Naruto

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. No profit is made from the story. Just a fan’s way of keeping the fandoms alive.

Summary: She was destined to be the saviour of her world. She was the fated antihero, coming into power on Jan 2011. Yet webs of fate could be altered. Realities away, a forbidden technique was used, and the web of destiny… was shattered.

Chapter Two –Beginning

Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 13th June 2010

Thirteen days had passed since she woke up back in her body. Thirteen days was also enough time for her to begin getting used to and become more comfortable with her chakra manipulation abilities. When Hashirama imprinted on her physical body, some of his chakra control was passed on to her, which meant that she had been able to pull and mould her chakra from the beginning, though her current chakra control could still be improved further.

The speed of her handseals were good enough for the first few tries, but Hashirama had made several comments over the days of how she would need to improve upon them, because if she was back in Hashirama’s world, an academy ninja with less potential then her, but faster handseal making speed, or faster physical speed, would be able to disable her before she unleased any powerful techniques. Making faster handseals might not affect her right now, but if she ever got into cape fights in future, she would need that extra edge to produce fast ninja techniques.

As was becoming routine, her father would left for work early in the morning, while she would stay in for the school holidays. With her limited funds, there was not much places she could go to, and she would much rather spend more time getting used to her powers and building up her underground base.

The moment her dad had left the house, Taylor had washed up the dishes and make her way down the basement. With practiced ease, she walked around the piles of obstacles she had carefully placed to hide the way to the other end. She arrived at the far corner of the basement where to all appearance, it ended up against the wall.

In actual fact, Taylor had reproduced the plant materials needed to produce chakra ink, and was able to begin the Art of Seal making. Taylor had shifted some of the stuff in the basement away from the wall, and applied a specific seal array, under Hashirama’s instructions, in the stretch of cleared floor against the far wall. It had taken seconds for the seal arrays to begin working, and to normal sight, the stretch of cleared floor was now replaced by the basement walls pressing in. Unless someone actually measured the dimension of the basement, or walk directly into the wall, no one would be able to tell that the stretch of wall was actually an illusion.

In Hashirama’s world, there were different categories of chakra manipulation. The first and most common was Ninjutsu, the Art of Ninja Techniques. Ninjutsu used handseals for chakra manipulation to accomplish incredible feats such as changing of appearance, healing someone, short distance teleport, create fire dragons or summon a tidal wave.

There was also Genjutsu, the Art of Illusion. Genjutsu used handseals for chakra manipulations that disrupt the mind and senses, an incredibly subtle and deadly art requiring immerse chakra control.

The third staple of the ninja world was Taijutsu. Chakra was formed by combining one’s own physical energies and spiritual strength. For ninjas specializing in Taijutsu, they only tap on one half of chakra’s aspect, the physical energies. They could use their own physical energies to unleash hidden potentials in the human body, strengthening their body’s endurance, physical power and speed.

The fourth and least common was Fūinjutsu, the Art of Seal making. It was from this art that handseals were born. An incredible and ancient chakra art, there were very few Fūinjutsu users who could claim mastery in the craft. In its raw and most simple form, it requires the use of special chakra ink to channel minuscule amounts of chakra to accomplish incredible feats. Enough knowledge of seals meant Seal Masters with the know-how could replicate any known Ninjutsu and Genjutsu techniques through written seal arrays given time.

Hashirama was considered a master in Ninjutsu, especially with his powerful Water, Earth and Wood Release techniques, a number of the later which were self-created. He had certain skills in Genjutsu due to his incredible chakra control in later years. After he managed to gain the essence of several powerful hallucinogenic plants, he was able to pair his Wood Release Ninjutsu with mid-level Genjutsu to great effect.

What was less known was his powers in Fūinjutsu. The art was a slow form that could not be deployed instantly in battle. This meant that there were little records of his skills with it. Though largely unrecognized by his peers, Hashirama was a Seal Master in his own right. He was in fact the one that got his brother Tobirama to begin learning about seals, though Tobirama soon begin to outstrip Hashirama in seal craft within a few years.

His wife Mito Uzumaki, also possessed incredible Fūinjutsu knowledge. And even though Hashirama could never reach the level of Mito and Tobirama in Seal making, he was aware of the common and major seals, and even some of the rare and more powerful seal arrays created by Mito and Tobirama.

Hashirama also had a distinct advantage over most Seal Masters. The plants needed to create chakra ink were incredibly rare and difficult to grow. One major factor that deterred a lot of ninjas from learning Fūinjutsu was due to how expensive chakra ink were. The moment Hashirama had gained enough control over his Wood Release bloodline, he had recorded and memorised the essence of the plants needed to create chakra ink so that he could regrow them much easily.

Much of the Senju clan’s wealth made during his era was due to his trade and sales of rare plants that he grew with his bloodline. In fact it could be said that Konoha, the village he helped formed with Madara and Tobirama’s help, was largely financed through manipulation of his bloodline to grow shelter, crops, herbs and rare plants for trade.

Hashirama was also known as a Taijutsu expert, Sage and master of many weapons. After all, there was a reason his peers nicknamed him the God of Shinobi for his unmatched ninja might. Though Hashirama did note that he would teach Taylor about Senjutsu, the Art of manipulating nature’s energies, and weapon mastery in future, right now they were concentrating mainly on her Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Fūinjutsu.

Mastering weapons takes time since muscle memories need time to train. Right now Taylor had an advantage in learning Ninjutsu and Fūinjutsu due to the significant chakra pool, chakra elements, and chakra control passed on to her through Hashirama. A Genin or Chunin level ninja technique which would take most ninjas in Hashirama’s world months to learn, can be accomplished by Taylor within hours or minutes due to her chakra advantage and Hashirama’s nagging guidance.

Having chakra force similar to a Senju meant that she healed faster and was physically tougher. With the techniques Hashirama created for concentrating chakra in parts of the body to enhance speed and strength, Taijutsu was the third viable option for Taylor to quickly master.

Taylor stepped through the illusion wall, feeling the tingle of chakra raising hairs on her body as she appeared on the other side, standing on a long stretch of cleared floor. Turning she could see out into the basement, but all anyone on the other side could see was just a blank wall. The seal array creating the illusion was maintained by nature energies collected from the environment. Theoretically it could continue powering the illusion for decades, provided no one disrupt the array.

She made her way briskly to the left corner of the empty stretch of floor, bending down to lift the wooden trapdoor that covered the entrance to her secret base. One good thing about Brockton Bay was that the water, gas and electricity pipeline of the older buildings such as Taylor’s home, tends to be placed above ground. She basically only had to worry about not disrupting her house’s foundations while creating her secret base with Earth Release techniques.

It had taken her one whole day to craft stairs down the tunnel to what would be her lair. Another eight days to create two large underground bunkers with Lumination seals, as well as enough wooden and stone supports so that they would not collapse in on themselves. Once that was done, she had begun the process of creating an intricate “Chakra Shield” seal array, used mainly in Hashirama’s world as an anti-spying seal, across the two underground bunkers. With the amounts of strange cape powers in the world these days, she needed something that could hide her secret base from external detection. Although the “Chakra Shield” seal array was untested against cape powers in Taylor’s world, it was better than having no protection. The inking of the seal array was a slow, painstaking affair, but it was a necessary evil.

As for the last four days, once the two underground bunkers were completed, she spent the time practising basic ninja techniques, creating furniture for the two bunkers, and preparing one of the bunkers to be her “Greenhouse”. Each bunker was thrice the size of her living room. The first bunker would be used for training, while the second would be used to grow the plants she needed. She was already growing fruits, carrots and tomatoes for the family fridge the past few days.

Taylor did have plans to go out later in the day to get some fruits and plant seeds that Hashirama did not have access to. It would be nice to have some oranges and sugar beets which surprisingly Hashirama’s world did not have access to. Her funds were currently limited, but she was already thinking of ways to increase her resources given time.

Hashirama, when he was not busy being one of the most powerful ninja of his world, was also a very shrewd businessman. Konoha, the village he founded, had prospered under his rule. The Senju coffers had increased drastically under his careful plant sales and transaction. Hashirama had used his Wood release bloodline to become extremely wealthy, and he was more than willing to share his business acumen and enterprising spirit with Taylor.

Making her way down the tunnel stairs, the walls luminated with a soft white glow from the Lumination seals, Taylor stepped into the first bunker, the training bunker. She had created several chairs, a bed, cupboards and shelves with the Wood Release bloodline the previous day, all clustered near the tunnel entrance. The rest of the bunker was left empty except for the giant wood supports, inscribed with long twinning sets of Strengthening seals, holding up the underground bunker.

The empty spaces were designed for her Ninjutsu and Taijutsu training, but currently she was not here for that. Instead, she made her way across the bunker. There was a wooden door at the other end. Opening it, she entered the second bunker, where the ground was already set with moist rich soil created from a combination of Wood, Earth and Water Releases. As per her original plan, she walked to the middle of the bunker where several plant saplings were already growing. The herb bushes growing at the far corner of the bunker were left alone for the moment.

One of the sapling growing in the center of the bunker was a Sage Wood, a special tree whose bark can be used to produce chakra paper, and its leaves were part of the components necessary to create chakra ink. The other was a banana plant and an apple tree sapling. It would take the trees years to reach their full growth, but with the Wood Release bloodline, Taylor could speed up the process. The only problem right now was her limited chakra reserves.

Taylor concentrated on the apple sapling. Her hands flickering into a Wood Release: Plant Enhancement technique. The technique took form without any flaws, moulding a large amount of her chakra pool into Wood element which sank into the apple sapling. The change was instantaneous.

The sapling burst into growth, thicker bark forming before her eyes. It grew taller, more leafy, with many branches spreading out from it. Then the sudden growth resides as the chakra poured into it was used up. The apple tree was now half grown. In its normal cycle, it would take another one to two years to reach its full growth and begin producing apples. With her Wood Release bloodline, Taylor could speed up the growth in seconds once her chakra pool refills in another hour or two.

Her first task for the day done, she retreated to the training bunker. Finding an empty space, she took out a few crumpled leaves she gathered from the walkway this morning, and settled down to begin training her chakra control, which would over time, indirectly increase her chakra pool.

Taijutsu exercises would be next, and Taylor was well on her way to learning Hashirama’s self-created style of fist and leg movements. She was still trying to figure out the correct amounts of chakra to imbue in her hands and legs for each strikes though. But with her existing chakra control, she did not have to worry too much about destroying her hands and legs if she put too much chakra in them. Her current control still left much to be desired, but if she moderate her chakra carefully, she would be relatively safe.

With careful control, Taylor began the first chakra control exercise. The Academy style leaf floating is basically an exercise of floating leaves over any parts of her body in soft gentle rotation. Right now she was concentrating on focusing control in her palms to float the leaves.

Life was changing for her, and she was determined to become a ninja as powerful as Hashirama, because even though she might be exasperated by her past self at times, she was forever grateful for the opportunity Hashirama had given her.

Deep within Taylor’s consciousness, Hashirama gave a smile as he felt the determination in his current reincarnation. Whether Taylor truly knew it or not, their soul was bound for greatness, especially considering the destinies Fate had woven for all of their previous past lives. If the past cycles of their soul were any indications, Taylor was going to be one of the key pivotal points affecting her world or the fate of those around her.

OoooO

Aisha looked doubtfully at the stack of money her older brother had pressed into her hands.

“It’s just some spending money. I am sure you need to buy stuff during the holidays.” Brian was saying as they browsed the busy street market that was set up in a corner of the Broadwalk. Commonly known as the Lord Street Market, it was a place where street vendors rent stalls to host their wares. The prices of goods were cheaper here, but on the flip side, there was less security around these parts.

“You just give me like five hundred dollars in cash. You gave me more than that in all for the past weeks.” Aisha hissed at her brother, even as she quickly stuffed the money into her wallet, hiding the money from sight. With the numbers of gang members and pickpockets in Brockton Bay, it was common sense not to flaunt that much money in plain sight. “What is going on? What did you do? Rob a bank?”

“Just some part time jobs I have been doing.” Brian said evasively. “It pays well.”

Aisha bit her lips in worry. Brian had changed… after what happened with mom’s bastard boyfriend four months ago. She managed to lock herself in her room after the asshole had tried to molest her. In her panic she had texted Brian for help instead of calling the police.

Brian had rushed over, beaten up that sicko, and gotten her out of her room. The police and social services had arrived after that. Her father was infuriated after learning what happened and made a scene at the police station trying to enter the cells to beat that disgusting man up.

Things had been chaotic for a while. Aisha’s custody was passed to her dad who tried his best but the old man’s bursts of temper could be terrifying. That was a key reason Brian stopped staying with their father after he reached fifteen years of age, preferring to take up part time jobs to pay for a small apartment of his own. But there was no way Aisha could live with Brian, especially with social services on her case.

Aisha knew Brian had changed after that incident. She knew that her brother had tried contesting the rights of her custody from both their parents whom Brian considered to be not fit for parenthood. But a seventeen year old high school drop out with sporadic part time jobs did not hold much weight with government blue collars. Aisha did manage to see her brother more regularly now, as he went out of his way to meet her three times a week, to make sure she was alright back at their dad’s place.

“Well if you are sure. Thanks for the extra cash.” Aisha said, giving in. She wanted to push more, find out what job Brian had taken up now, if it was anything illegal, but with how tight lipped Brian was, she doubted that she would get any answers.

“No problem, just don’t spend all of it in one shot.” Brian said with a rare smile. “It might take me a while to get another job.”

“Don’t worry I wouldn’t.” Aisha said as they made their way to a clothing stall. “With how much dad spends on his drinks, I will be lucky to have enough money for dinner next week.”

Brian frowned at her words. “Aisha… if dad’s in one of his moods again, call me immediately ok? I will drop everything and come.”

“You know dad will never hit me, even when he’s drunk.” Aisha said dismissively. “He just shouts a lot, I can take that.”

The two of them walked in awkward silence as Aisha began browsing for some skirts, her old clothing were beginning to be worn out. She had not had a wardrobe change for a while. She was eyeing a nice denim piece when Brian suddenly stiffened, before turning to Aisha.

“I just saw some people I know. I need to go speak with them. You alright on your own for a while?” Brian asked. Aisha looked up, turning to see what had Brian so distracted. She frowned when she saw two men in suits standing in the distance, dressed like one of the private security guards patrolling the high end shops in the Broadwalk, looking back at her brother. Aisha thought she saw a brief look of anger and fear crossed Brian’s face but it was gone in an instant.

“Yeah sure I will be fine.” Aisha said her brows knotted with worry. Brian gave a nod and quickly made his way through the crowd, to those two men. Wondering what her brother had gotten himself into, Aisha discreetly left the booth she was browsing. Trying not to let Brian know she was following him, she made a detour before mingling with the crowd to try to get towards where she last saw Brian.

She lost sight of Brian and the two men however. They must have walked off somewhere, because by the time she reached where they last stood, there was no one there. There were two alleys in that avenue, did they enter one of them? With a shrug, Aisha picked the one on the left and entered it. It did not take her long to realise the alley was empty and led to the docks, the bad part of the town.

“Okay, wrong turn.” Aisha muttered to herself, quickly turning around to walk back to Lord Street before she ended up in a situation she might not be able to get out of. She paused when she saw that three muscled and tattooed teenagers had entered the alley behind her. Her heart clenched as she saw the markings of Empire-Eighty-Eight on their biceps. Oh god… of all people, why did she had to end up in an alley with those Nazi white supremacists gang members?

“Oh look, a black chick trying to enter our territory.” One of the guy sneered as the other two sniggered.

“Look I am sorry, I didn’t know this alley led to your territory.” Aisha said, keeping her head down as she tried to walk past the three gang members to the alley entrance. She gasped as one of them grabbed her and slammed her against the wall roughly.

“Oh she talks back.” A blond haired gang member said, digging his fingers painfully into her shoulders. “Probably thinks she is better than us.”

“She should really know her place.” One of his partner agreed. “Let’s teach her a lesson.”

Aisha began to struggle desperately. She needed to get free. She had an idea of what those three wanted to do to her especially when the one holding her tried to rip her shirt off. But she had learnt some tricks after nearly being molested the first time. Her hands inched towards the penknife in her pocket, if she could reach it…

There was a meaty thump, as something smashed into the head of the one holding her. The gang member gave a strangled cry as he collapsed bonelessly in front of Aisha, seemingly knocked out. Aisha blinked in surprise as she saw that her saviour was a furious looking white girl around her age.

The girl was tall and lanky, with long red hair, and blue eyes, but she hardly seemed strong enough to be able to knock out a physically stronger guy even though she might have caught him by surprise. Her slightly broken nose did give her a certain rugged look, if not for the broken shape of her nose, the girl might actually be pretty.

“You bitch!” The two remaining gang members cried out. One took out a wicked looking switchblade that gang members like to use. While the second took out a gun.

The girl dropped a package she was holding in her right hand, quickly ducking to the side to avoid a gun shot. She skipped back to avoid a knife slash from the second gang member and quickly lashed out a powerful kick that actually lifted the gang member bodily into the air, smashing him into the wall, knocking him out as well.

Aisha’s eyes widened. There was no way that the skinny girl had enough strength to actually deliver a kick that powerful not within the realms of possibility, which meant that the girl must be a…

“Cape!” The gun trotting member said in shock, staring at the girl who quickly picked up a stone and threw it at him. He was barely fast enough to avoid the thrown rock which impacted on the pavement before him with a sharp crack. There was a small impact crater where the rock had struck and the rock itself had shattered to pieces. The gang member froze, before quickly running off towards the other end of the alley.

“Are you alright?” The girl asked, relaxing a little now that the threat was gone. She retrieved her package and walked back to where Aisha was still leaning against the wall, her legs feeling remarkably wobbly.

“I… I am fine. I think so.” Aisha managed, trying to get her nerves under control. “Thank you for helping me… oh no! Those three have seen your face! I am so sorry! Now you might get into trouble with the Empire Eight-Eight capes!”

There was a twinge of nervousness on the girl’s face which quickly disappeared. “Don’t worry about that, I can take care of myself…”

Whatever the girl was going to say next was interrupted by a familiar voice crying out her name.

“Aisha!” Brian called out as he ran into the alley. His eyes were wide as he saw the two gang members lying unconscious in front of Aisha and the girl that had saved her. Aisha could see anger blazed in Brian’s eyes as he took in her dishevelled and slightly panicky state. “Oh god Aisha! What happened? Did those bastards do anything to you?”

“No, no, I am fine Brian.” Aisha said pulling away from her brother’s grasp, as he pushed the girl cape aside in his rush to get to her. “She saved me. They were… there were three of them and they were going to teach me a lesson… and she scared them all away.”

Brian paused, looking incredulously at the skinny girl standing behind him. “You saved my sister from three gang members?”

“I know some material arts, and managed to catch them unaware.” The girl said simply. “The last one ran away when he saw two of his friends were already knocked out.”

“That must have been some martial arts.” Brian commented as he eyed the large bruise forming on the face of the gang member slumped unconscious near Aisha. He looked at the second knocked out gang member across the alley, the wicked looking switchblade lying next to his feet.

Aisha wanted to tell Brian that the girl was actually a cape, but that was not her secret to tell. She might be only thirteen, but she knew enough about the cape scene to know that cape identities were highly private. She did not want to anger the cape that just rescued her, by revealing her secrets.

“I am Aisha Laborn, and my brother is Brian.” Aisha rummaging in her pockets. The only paper she had on her was a shopping receipt. Quickly taking out the receipt from her pocket as well as a pen, she wrote down her number. “This is my number in case erm… you want to meet or something. I want to treat you to dinner for saving me.”

“I will consider it.” The girl said accepting the receipt with Aisha’s number. “I need to go now. The two of you should get out of here too before those two wakes up, or the one that ran off came back with more help.”

Aisha nodded as she watched the girl quickly walked back to the alley entrance.

“She’s pretty stuck up isn’t she?” Brian commented as he walked Aisha back to the entrance. “She might have saved you, but she didn’t even give her name.”

“I am sure she must have forgotten it in all the… chaos.” Aisha said, knowing that the cape was most probably protecting her identity. “I hope she calls, she seemed like a pretty cool person to hang out with…”

OoooO

Locking the door securely behind her after making sure no one had followed her home, Taylor finally gave in to the adrenaline pumping through her body. A trip to the marketplace had escalated into something out of her control, especially after she saw a young dark skinned girl wandering into a side alley to the docks, with three Empire Eighty-Eight gang members following soon after.

A gut feeling had gotten her to walk into the alley after them, where she found the three gang members accosting the young girl. At least Taylor did have enough presence of mind to use the Transformation technique on herself, altering her physical appearance, before she inserted herself in the fight to save the girl.

Unfortunately, she did not have much control over the Transformation technique. Even though the chakra technique was considered one of the Ninja Academy Basic, and Hashirama had drilled the theory of the technique into her during the journey through the soul tunnel, true mastery of the skill required lots of imagination, pre-planning and testing of the physical change, practice, chakra control and manipulation.

Taylor could barely managed to change her hair, she knew because she saw her thick locks turning from black to red instead of the blond she envisioned. She also tried changing her eye colour, as well as made slight shifts to her facial features, but without a mirror, she had no idea how successful the changes were. Her attempts at creating a mask for her face or even changing her clothes apparently failed, judging by the fact that her clothes were the same and no mask had covered her face.

She did not exactly have time to check if other than her hair colour, whether any of the other transfromations took hold, before things went south and she had to jump in to save the girl. She could have taken more time to attempt the Transformation technique a few times to ensure its success, but with time running out, Taylor had instead taken a risk.

The rescue was short and chaotic, Taylor barely remembered what she did. She had been running on instinct and adrenaline during the surprisingly brief scuffle. After the three gang members were beaten and chased away, she had made her escape at the first opportunity. She managed to sneak into a nearby toilet to check her appearance in a mirror and discovered that the Transformation technique did work partially.

Her hair and eye colour were different. Her face was narrower, with a sharper chin, there were faint stretch marks on the left side of her face as though the portion affected was drier. Her nose was obviously broken, and her lips were smaller, like the lips of an Asian girl. All in all, the person standing before the mirror seemed like a distant cousin of Taylor. They had some similar features, but were obviously different.

The Transformation technique she used on herself was not perfect, but at least Taylor did not have to worry that she might have ousted her real face to those Empire Eighty-Eight gang members as a cape. She had quickly dispelled that transformation, and spent some time to overlay a more powerful and complete Transformation technique just to be cautious in case anyone followed her.

It took seven attempts for her to make significant alterations to her physical shape and clothing. When she walked out of the toilet, she had the appearance of a dark skinned, busty middle age woman with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing a Pokka dot dress. She had quickly made her way home after that. All in all, it was a hell of an ordeal for her very first fight using her powers.

Hashirama however was in approval over her actions. You pulled off some pretty impressive chakra punches and kicks just now. Your chakra control still needed work however. You pooled too much chakra into your fist during your first punch, which is why your whole hand is going to be bruised for the next few days. There’s going to be deep tissue chakra burns. The chakra enhanced kick however is much more efficient, almost perfect in execution.

“At least my leg isn’t going to drop off just because I saved someone.” Taylor grumbled aloud as she made her way to the fridge. She need to get some ice for her right palm which was already showing dark red bruising. The dull ache coming from it was making her twinge physically. “Injuring my hand is bad enough.”

You did a good thing today Taylor. Hashirama continued. The police of your city should be ashamed of themselves, to let things go so bad, that gang members could go about with their threats in parts of the city. If this was Konoha, the police force would have already caught and jailed those three. Konoha was one of the safest ninja village during my time for a reason.

“Yes well good deed or not, I don’t think I am going to play hero to anyone else until I have more practice over chakra manipulation, and have designed a proper costume for myself. Anyway, it isn’t fair to compare Brockton Bay’s police to Konoha’s police. Your police force are all powerful ninjas. A squad of them can probably take down any of the parahuman gangs here.” Taylor said as she prepared an ice pack for her right hand. It took her several moments to arrange the pack with one working hand.

Taylor wrinkled her forehead as she worked. “And before I can make a proper costume, I need more funds, which means I need to jumpstart our idea to sell plant produce in Lord Street Market. I have three hundred and forty dollars in saving. I checked today, a stall rental down at the marketplace cost a ninety dollars a day. I have enough funds to book a stall for three days, and hope I will make enough profits during then to begin my plant trading business.”

You can try selling spices, not just food crops. Hashirama suggested. Spices, rare plant poisons, healing herbs and chakra enhanced plants tend to be worth their weight in gold back in my world. Luxury plants like cotton are good too, though there were other plants products that could sell more in my world.

“I will try your idea with spices.” Taylor agreed. “Saffron in particular if I can get a sample, it is one of the most expensive spice I know. Pity that the plant doesn’t exist in your world though. The rest of the plants from your world though… I can’t really sell them without having their origins traced back to me. As for cotton or any of the so call luxury plants, I think there’s a market for them here, but only to the manufacturers. I can consider them in future when I know the industries in my world better.”

If you can’t sell the actual plant, how about selling the poison or medicine they produced. Hashirama asked, his mental tone sounding smug. I might not be a medi-nin, but I am pretty good with extracting and creating poisons and healing salves due to my understanding of plant life. And I came up with quite a number of original recipes in my lifetime.

“I guess I could sell the healing salves as traditional/ herbal medicines.” Taylor said in agreement as she checked the awkward bindings around her right hand. “Maybe I can even create some wood furniture to supplement the sales. Hand crafted wood furniture are going for a lot these days, and the few chairs and tables I created with the Wood Release bloodline certainly seemed passable enough for high quality hand crafted work.”

Ah you are beginning to think outside the horizon my little apprentice! Hashirama said in delight. Maybe in time you will even have the chakra and skill to go into construction. I do have a Wood Release technique to construct wooden buildings. One of my finest and most useful techniques to date, especially vital when you are stuck in a month long war campaign out in the desert, forest, or swamp. I will teach it to you one day when you are ready for it.

“Building houses with chakra sounds incredible, but I don’t think I am going to war anytime soon or anytime at all. Not to mention in a city landscape, how am I supposed to hide the fact that I built a wooden house instantly with chakra?” Taylor said dryly. “Anyway, with my hand all bandaged up, I guess we have to skip the Ninjutsu practice for the afternoon. I don’t exactly have two hands to make handseals. What should we do instead? More chakra control exercises?”

Let’s continue with Fūinjutsu, it is about time you learn how to create storage seals. Storage seals are one of the most common set of seal arrays produced by Seal masters. Hashirama decided. It can allow you to store large amounts of goods within a seal array. I have seen some ninjas make very creative uses of storage seals during battle. Those tricks might prove useful to you if you are ever caught in a difficult situation. Especially since with your currently limited chakra and skill, you can’t just overwhelm your enemies with Ninjutsu like I usually did back home…

OoooO

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Topic: Empire Eight-Eight up in arms! New cape alert!

In: Boards Places America Brockton Bay

BBObserver (Original Poster)

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2200hrs

Just got news from my bro in the Merchants. Apparently Empire Eighty-Eight is up in arms after an unknown female cape roughed up two of their gang members in broad day light while unmasked! Apparently the gang members tried to have some fun with a black chick when the cape stepped in.

She is probably some kind of Brute because she allegedly knocked out the two gang members barehanded. Empire Eight-Eight is trying to track down that cape. It is going to be a sorry affair when they caught up with her.

Picachu60

Posted on June 12th, 2010: 2210hrs

WTF?! Is the cape new to the scene? Why didn’t she at least cover her face before she step in to save the day?

SexyBlonde

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2211hrs

That poor girl, she wouldn’t last long with all of Empire Eighty-Eight’s cape looking for her.

BBObserver (Original Poster)

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2212hrs

According to the poster my bro got his hands on, the cape is *** comment deleted ***. With how detailed the description was, it wouldn’t be long to track her down.

*This user has received a 3-days ban for inciting criminal and/or reckless behaviour in endangering a cape’s identity. Brockton Bay’s Protectorate had been contacted of this matter. Do not do it again.*

-Tin Mother

Picachu60

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2213hrs

Holy shit! The poor girl. Didn’t she learn the important history lesson about Brockton Bay Brigade? She’s going to end up dead like most of them pretty soon.

AuzzieBoy

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2215hrs

Who the hell, or what the hell is the Brockton Bay Brigade?

SexyBlonde

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2216hrs

The Parahuman wiki exists for a reason. Just search for it.

LoneCowboy

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2216hrs

They are a disbanded group of parahuman family. They tried to start a movement by unmasking their own identities, trying to promote the idea that Heroes should not hide their identities. Needless to say, things didn’t end well. One of them was murdered in her civilian identity, the group disbanded not long after. But they got back together recently as New Wave, unmasked like their predecessors. At least they have a strong enough reputation now that most villains left them alone.

AuzzieBoy

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2217hrs

Oh! Now I know! I have pictures of Glory Girl from New Wave since her first appearance in March 2009!

SexyBlonde

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2216hrs

Apparently you only collect her photos instead of learning about her family history!

AuzzieBoy

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2217hrs

Guilty as charged =p

TrekkieHero

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2220hrs

Not to derail the thread, but shouldn’t the Protectorate step in by now? Empire Eighty-Eight is going after a cape in her civilian identity. Isn’t that against some kind of cape law?

Battery (Verified Cape)

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2222hrs

Tin Mother and I have already alerted the Protectorate. But to answer your question, there’s a cape law to ensure the privacy of a cape, but none that directly protects a cape once his/ her civilian cover is blown.

I will like to ask those in the forum NOT to post any details of this cape’s appearance publicly. Just PM me or the Protectorate the details if you have any.

A cape’s life is at stake. Please be responsible.

Picachu60

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2223hrs

Battery! Nice to see the Protectorate is on the ball with this. Hopefully the Protectorate can find this new cape before it is too late for her.

* Brockton Bay’s Protectorate had acquired a court order to lock this thread in accordance to Parahuman Law Code 54, Cape Privacy Law. If you have any information about the unidentified cape, please PM Brockton Bay’s Protectorate directly. Any other similar threads in this forum will also be locked.*

-Tin Mother

In his small rundown apartment, Brian numbly stared at the old computer monitor that was showing the forum thread. The events of the afternoon was still fresh in his mind. It did not take him long to deduce that Empire Eighty-Eight was after the girl who had saved his sister from those gang members earlier in the day.

He did have his suspicious when he arrived at the scene to find two muscled gang members lying unconscious in the dirt, with a skinny blue eyed red head supposedly having beaten them up. Aisha must have been protecting the cape because she made no mention of the girl being a parahuman when he brought Aisha back to his father’s place.

Aisha would probably be in danger by association, but the more immediate danger would be heading in the female cape’s direction. She risked her identify to save his sister, but there was not much Brian could do for her right now. He could only start planning how to keep his sister safe.

A strip of paper containing a phone number was clenched in his fist. It had been given to him earlier today, by two well-dressed goons who had been following him around for days. They had apparently discovered his civilian and cape identity after he committed a few small time burglaries around town.

Brian had triggered four months ago, when he was beating up that disgusting shit of a man who had molested Aisha. When he realised he had parahuman powers a few days later, his first thought had been how to make money off it. His ability to generate clouds of darkness which had the side effect of muffling some electronics had led him to committing small time robberies for quick cash.

He had been spotted a few times, but since he had a helmet and costume on, he was just another two bit villain in Brockton Bay that was still unknown and unidentified. However, he must have slipped up somehow because the two goons he met today had told him their Boss knew of his “special skills” and would like to hire him.

Brian had been putting off calling the “Boss”. He had been quite content with how much he made off the sporadic robberies. He had no desire to get caught up in something much bigger than he could handle. But with things as they were now, he had to consider other revenues for more resources if he was to keep Aisha away from Empire Eighty-Eight’s attention.

He got his phone and dialled the number. There was a short ring before it was picked up. A firm male voice sounded over the phone. “So Mr. Laborn, I presume you are interested in my offer to hire you?”

“I want to know who you are, how much you will be paying me, and what kind of jobs you will need me to do. “ Brian stated firmly in a surprisingly calm voice, though his heart was racing.

“You may call me the Benefactor. I am looking to fund a small team of parahumans for several jobs involving theft and robberies, something I am sure you are familiar with.” The man sounded amused. “Should you accept, I will provide you with a monthly stipend of three thousand dollars, not including any mission pays that would be given to you for any tasks I needed you to complete.

“I am also aware of your efforts in getting custody of your sister. I can help you with that, provided you work for me.” The Benefactor said, shocking Brian with what the strange man knew.

“What… what do you mean you can help with my sister’s custody?” Brian asked, swallowing dryly.

“The monthly stipend and any mission pay would be transferred to you through a legal company. You will also receive a glowing commendation from the company’s manager, once you saved up enough, is old enough, and have enough solid backing to begin your custody law suit.” The Benefactor replied. “I can provide you with a stable income and financial background which social services can find no fault with. I can even provide support for your custody trials once you are ready for it.”

“You can do that?” Brian asked in surprise. “But why? What do you need to gather a parahuman team for?”

“Consider this… a small hobby of mine. I am quite wealthy, and keeping a parahuman team seems quite a fad.” The Benefactor said in amusement. “Rest assured none of the missions would be life threatening, just simple robbery heists within your control. You will have the right to accept or reject any missions. Rest assured nothing will happen to you if you refuse. There might not even be missions for months. Whatever the case, once you sign up with me, I will pay you the monthly stipend, regardless of what happened.”

“The offer… sounds quite incredible.” Brian managed as he went through the terms that was offered in his head. Whoever the Benefactor was, he seemed like an eccentric rich man. “But why are you funding what seemed to be a villain cape team instead of a hero cape team? If you are building a team for the reputation, I would have thought most people would go for the white coats.”

“Let’s just say funding my own team of small time cape villains, is my part in keeping the Heroes of Brockton Bay on their toes if things seemed calm.” The Benefactor said with a dark chuckle. “Consider it my contribution to preventing the Heroes from getting complacent. The team I will be forming is made for stealth and speed. I will not be requesting any of you to engage in cape fights unless necessary. As an additional offer, you can leave the team anytime, no obligations.”

“I… the deal sounds good.” Brian said, biting his lips nervously. “I will take it, on one more condition. I want my sister to be transferred to a safer school with less gang member activities. The neighbourhood school she’s in right now has a lot of ruffians from ABB and Empire Eighty-Eight. Can you… can you fulfil this request for me if I work for you?”

“That can be easily done. Getting entry into Arcadia will be difficult, a better choice will be Winslow High.” The Benefactor said simply. “Winslow High is considered quite safe from gang activities especially with the rumours that a ward is studying there. I can get your sister into the school quite easily.”

“Thank you.” Brian said, a weight rolling off his shoulder. With Aisha in a relatively safe school, there would be lesser chance for the Empire Eighty-Eight gang members to find her when school started. He would have to tell his sister to lay low for the holidays.

“Now that we are in agreement, I will wire the stipend for the first month into your account. One of my… assistant will also drop by in the morning to give you a key for your new apartment.” The Benefactor stated simply. “I can’t have my retainer staying in a dump after all…”

>> Village Hidden in the Bay Chapter 3

Village Hidden in the Bay (Worm/ Naruto) (Chapter One)

Edited 17th May 2014

I am back… after a truly long break from writing. I learnt not to make empty promises I can’t keep. >.<” I promised so many people I am finishing the new chapter for Technological Ninja Naruto Uzumaki soon, but the “soon” stretch into months… then a year… and I realise I have to stop replying those PMs, because during that period, life (personal and work) basically overwhelmed me, and I can’t keep my promises to so many people.

To be honest, for quite sometime, I felt like I was plugging the holes of a sinking ship at work. When I come back home, I basically have zero interest in doing anything stimulating except to veg out and do stuff that have no need for brain power. My downward spiral as a coach potato lasted long after work become manageable, and it took me a while to realise I really need a change, a big one.

So if you are reading this, and you are one of the readers that sent me private messages to my fanfiction.net or wordpress accounts. I apologize for breaking my promises o.O” And to those that left me PMs I never replied, I can only say I am sorry, but I have no idea how to tell so many of you when the next update will be, especially when my own life was going in circles.

I am finally breaking out of the stump in my life. I am rearranging the pieces and fixing them back. I am not going to promise that story updates will come soon, I learn my lesson too well with that.

All I can say is this:

I am going to at least complete 1-2 sections of the new chapter for Technological Ninja every week. (Hopefully the new chapter will be done within two months after spellcheck and stuff.)

As for the rest of my already published stories, I am only going to commit to an answer about their updates, once the new chapter for Technological Ninja is completed and published. >.<” one promise at a time.

I also have some new crossover story ideas as my fandoms of interest have shifted. I will need time to regain interest in my past stories, but in the meantime, I chose this one (Worm/ Naruto) to be my next project.

Yes bad Wraithrune! Starting another project before even completing any of the old published stories. 😉 but well, most of the older readers probably know my pattern by now….

All I can promise is I will do my best, pending natural disasters, chaotic work loads, Final Fantasy XIV and my social life, to deliver story update(s).

OoooO

Story Title: Village Hidden in the Bay

Crossover: Worm/ Naruto

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. No profit is made from the story. Just a fan’s way of keeping the fandoms alive.

Summary: She was destined to be the saviour of her world. She was the fated antihero, coming into power on Jan 2011. Yet webs of fate could be altered. Realities away, a forbidden technique was used, and the web of destiny… was shattered.

Author’s Note:

Worm belongs to Wildbow (A remarkable grimdark parahuman web story. The whole dark setting of the universe made it an ideal fanfiction project for crossover fandoms, powers mix and match, just to make the apocalyptic universe have a better outcome.)

Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. One of the best Manga and Anime series. I lost track off it during the Naruto: Shippuden arc. I however still have fond memories of my Naruto manga collection from the first arc.

Chapter One – Awakening

Bureaucracy of Deaths, Multiverse Sector C-13

The universe is in a constant cycle… of order and chaos, peace and suffering, life and death. Each universe is a stream of creation sheathed in reality, and each reality spirals constantly in the near infinite multiverse.

In the great darkness, within the Source of All Origins, the Eternals were born, each governing a Cosmic Aspect, scattered in all the realities of the multiverse, to ignite chaos, to maintain order. Most mortal knew not of their existence, but of the cosmic aspects they represented, a minority were known, and feared by the mortals.

One such aspect was Death.

The Eternals of Death, stewards of souls, would collect the souls of the departed, return them to the Source of All Origins, where one day those souls would be called again into the infinite realities, reborn into new life.

The cycles were never broken, though once in a while, several civilizations or powerful mortals would find a way to place several stumbling blocks upon the cycles of mortality. One such bump, was occurring now, between two far flung realities.

The Eternals of Death situated within that area of realities, froze in their duties as the disruption sent ripples of abnormality through the multiverse. Their All Seeing Eyes found the perpetrator, a powerful mortal, one who called himself a ninja. The ninja had twisted his own soul and body as he continued his quest to gain immortality.

This ninja as of current time, was fighting against his own kind. He was also attempting a ninja technique that was forbidden. The technique would summon the souls of the dead, to place those souls within mortal containers, so that the he could animate three deceased and incredibly powerful ninjas of his world. These reanimated ninjas would be bond to the summoner’s will, placed under his full control.

Two of the souls that were summoned, still lies within the Source of All Origins. The disruption to their soul cycles were at a bare minimum. The third soul to be summoned was however already reborn into another reality, on another world. The powerful reanimation technique would tear a piece of the soul that had been reborn, to summon it into mortal container under the ninja’s control.

The trauma of having a piece of one’s soul torn away, would send the mortal body of the soul’s current reincarnation into shock. Worst case scenario, the current mortal reincarnation would expire before its time, its soul returning to the Source of All Origins to wait out its next rebirth. Best case scenario, the mortal self of the reincarnation would survive, however memories of its previous lives would began remerging, perhaps even altering their physical bodies in ways unforeseen.

The Eternals of Death observed the situation for a long moment, a twinkle in the seas of time, then they relaxed. The reincarnation would survive. The situation would smooth itself out without their intervention, though the Eternals of Fate would be having bitching fits about sorting out the now tangled web of destinies in a far flung reality.

The Eternals of Death took out their blacklist and wrote down the perpetrator’s crime.

Deaths’ Blacklist

Orochimaru Takuru.

Current reincarnation cycle. C Rank. Human.

Current Reality 647-A894. Sector 746. Planet 567.

Current Transgression. Bearing intent to disrupt soul cycle of 3 souls. Successfully disrupted soul cycle of 2 souls. 1 of which was reincarnated. Destiny of reincarnation under peril.

Total Transgression to date. Disrupted soul cycle of 7 souls.

Transgression tolerance has been exceeded.

Punishment to be given. D Rank reincarnation cycle.

To be submitted for Eternals of Fate’s approval. Sending….

Approved.

OoooO

Reality 8757-A41, Earth, 28th May 2010

The 6 hours ride from Delaware to Brockton Bay was killing her back. Sarah Livsey… no it was Lisa Wilbourn now, stretched lazily on the back seat of the bus, hearing a few bones popping. She could see the morning sun hanging over the highway and turned back to observe the few people that actually took the morning bus into the infamous city she was going to.

Her questing eyes landed on the business man in the front row, dressed in a worn overcoat, carrying a briefcase to his chest. Beside him was a travel luggage. Her mind whirled as she released her power, analysing each detail of the man.

Age 35. Caucasian. Lost his old job, have found new employment in Brockton Bay. Nervous and uptight about his soon to be new life. Not carrying much money, neither does he have much savings.

Lisa blinked at the influx of information, shaking her head. The amounts of analytic info she could glean using her power still felt terrifying at times, but it was also empowering to her own ego. She could tell what someone’s character was and their probable intentions just by looking and observing them. Nobody could hide anything from her.

Using her power too much tends to give her a migraine, but it was not as though there was anything to keep her occupied on the bus after all. Analysing a few ordinary people would not cause her powers any problems so she might as well get in some practice with her parahuman ability. Tilting her head, she observed the two roughly dressed couples snuggling into each other, while an old lady seated across from them was averting her eyes.

Tattooed. Asian punks. Gang markings on forearm. Most probably belong to one of Brockton Bay’s gang. Arrogant in knowledge no one will mess with them. Seeking trill of excitement in public exhibition of their sexuality. Going to be doing more than snuggling and kissing soon.

Lisa snorted, rolling her eyes at the information coming to her. It had been three months since she triggered… since her brother’s death. And there were times she was still astonished about the dirty details she could find out about people. There were times where her power was both a gift and a curse, wrapped in one tidy package. Her thoughts idly wandered to what she knew of her own ability and parahuman powers in general.

Ever since 1982, following the first appearance of Scion, the first known seemingly immortal and all powerful parahuman, ordinary humans had begun triggering in great times of stress, gaining superhuman powers and abilities. The term capes was widely used to describe parahumans, people with superpowers. The name actually came about when a lot of the first generation capes began dressing in costumes to hide their identities.

The 1980s had been a time of great chaos, as a lot of those who gained superhuman abilities used their powers for selfish or wanton reasons. It was only when a group of powerful capes and government officials got together, forming an organisation in U.S to combat parahumans who misuse their powers, that order was reinstated. The initiative began to spread worldwide until today where almost every major country in the world have some form of parahuman defence task force.

The U.S based parahuman task forces became known as the Protectorate, and capes who worked under them were termed Heroes. The capes that actively used their powers for crimes became known as Villains, while those who stayed neutral in the ‘cop and robber games’ became the Rogues.

Then the appearance of three horrifying superpowered and inhuman monsters in the late 1980s nearly broke the tenacious peace. Given the term Endbringers, the three beings known as Behemoth, Simurgh and Leviathan were named due to their appearances and powers. No one knew if they were aliens or they were constructs created by some powerful parahuman. All everyone knew was that they wrecked great destructions across Earth at periodical intervals.

Even till today, no one knew why the Endbringers would attack cities and people. The attacks were so random and powerful that they were treated as natural disasters. Parts of Japan and Newfoundland were totally devastated by their attacks and millions of lives had been lost through the decades. It spoke of how dangerous they were that Heroes, Rogues and Villains would work together under a universal truce when the Endbringers appeared.

Humans however were resilient as a species, and with threat of massive casualties, plans were made to minimize death and destruction during Endbringer attacks. Education on parahuman history and powers were also taught in most school around the globe. Most of the governments in the world wanted their citizens to be aware of the dangers of Endbringers and capes, and how to identify possible parahumans when they came into their powers.

The Protectorate also explored more effective methods to locate the increasingly numerous capes that triggered, in hopes one could trigger a power that could deal with the Endbringers. Of course it took more than mental stress and physical distress to activate a Trigger Event. Even now, the best scientists and Thinkers could not answer exactly what were the criteria necessary to gain parahuman powers.

Considering her own ability, Lisa knew that her own power was some sort of superpowered intuition. It had triggered during the brief interval following her brother’s suicide… when Lisa had been consumed with guilt over why she had not identified her brother’s symptoms much faster and acted on it to stop him. If she was following the Protectorate’s cape power classification, she would label herself as a mid-level Thinker cape.

Her power was actually the deciding factor that made her chose Brockton Bay as her next destination. She was on the run from her own parents, who had been forcing her to use her powers to prosper the family’s business, while blaming her for not stopping her brother from committing suicide. Lisa had needed somewhere she could lay low and hide and her power had told her the city she was approaching was the best place to disappear.

Brockton Bay was considered one of the top U.S cities with high crime rates, especially since the recent collapse of the once prosperous dock areas. Within a year of the docks’ collapse, parahuman gangs had set up bases in the god forsaken landscapes. Within another half a year and Brockton Bay’s underbelly was well known to be dens of sin, with lucrative drug trade and smuggling businesses under control of several parahuman gangs.

Law enforcement was known to be relatively weak in Brockton Bay, especially given the control the established villain gangs had over the city. The more well-known ones like ABB and Empire Eighty-Eight were untouchable since even the Protectorate had problems with them.

It was doubtful any police or investigators her parents hired could find her once she had integrated herself into the city’s backdrop. For the moment, the villain gangs were still reluctant to incite major clashes against the city’s law enforcement and the Protectorate. As long as she played it smart and stay alert, she would be okay and not be trapped in any gang wars.

She had a small bag of clothes, but the money she had stolen from her parents before she had fled from them was almost used up. Fake ID and identity had cost a bomb, and she probably only had enough savings left to rent a motel for a few days. She did learn a lot about computers and programming while watching the hacker create her ID and identity.

But with reduced funds, she would need to find a job, and failing that, use her powers for petty theft. If it was the later she was to engage in, she should not have any problems using her powers to identify some easy rich marks to lift wallets from.

As the bus rolled past the street sign saying ‘Welcome to Brockton Bay’, Lisa gave a small tentative smile. She had made the choice to run, to cut off all ties to her parents. Now she had to sleep on the bed she had made, and create a whole new life for herself.

Thankfully there was a whole city to hide in, and with her power, Lisa was pretty sure she would be able to look out for herself. After all, words and information were her weapons, and unless she ended up in a physical cape fight, everything would be fine… wouldn’t it?

OoooO

Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 28th May 2010

It was the last school day of May. After which would be a long Summer Vacation until August. For those twelve weeks, she could finally escape from the constant bullying campaign she suffered while in school.

Taylor Hebert fidgeted slightly in her seat. Her clothes still felt clammy from the orange juice Emma had dumped on her after lunch. Taylor had tried cleaning the mess as good as she could manage. But there was still a large stain on her shirt, and the patch still felt slightly moist.

Across the lane, Sophia Hess gave her a smirk. Taylor controlled the fury burning within the pit of her stomach. Since the start of the school year, Sophia, her ex-best friend Emma, and their pet follower Madison had made life miserable for her. The half a year long torture had been nearly enough to break her.

In the course of the past five months, they had ruined her seat, her homework, stolen her stuff and done much worse. Initially, Taylor had tried going to the school staff for intervention, but nothing ever happened. Taylor soon realised the school board was somehow turning a blind eye to the three bullies’ actions. Whatever Taylor said was useless.

Noone would speak up in Taylor’s defence, they were either too besotted with the three ‘Beauties’ of the High school, or they were too frightened by them. Sophia was athletic, Emma was a part time model, while Madison was the “cute” one. Even the teachers were taken with them, taking their side over Taylor’s. They were the popular girls, they could do no wrong.

Crippled with a weak self-esteem and awkward social skills, Taylor knew that the best she could do was to avoid the bullies, so that they would not have a chance to ruin her day. Not to mention Taylor was still trying to get over the death of her mother that happened near the beginning of the year. With only five more minutes till the last bell rang, Taylor was already planning her exit strategy, so that the three bitches would not have a chance to corner her.

She planned to escape with the rushing crowd of students, go down the side staircase and quickly make way for the school entrance. Her books were already packed. Her bag half slung across her shoulders as she waited for Mr. Gladly to finish talking about his requirements for the winter assignment.

The last bell rang and there was a stampede as everyone began making for the door, even as Mr. Gladly dismissed the class. Taylor made to follow, quickly cutting across a desk lane to avoid Sophia, pushing her way through the crowd to the door. She almost made it…

Blinding pain stabbed through her chest. Her back arching back as she let lose a strangled cry.

Her mind shrilled with pain. A blaze of white light filled her vision. Something within her tore apart, sending her whole body into convulsions.

Distantly, she thought she heard screams, as bright white light burnt her sight.

Pain radiated everywhere, and then there was blessed numbness.

As the light went out.

OoooO

Taylor had no idea what happened. One moment she was rushing to the entrance, trapped within the crowd of her classmates. Then she had something like a cardiac arrest, her body had gone out of her own control as pain wrecked her. She must have sank into unconsciousness, because when she woke, she found herself here…

It was as though she was dumped into another world, in another time. The land before her was rich with life, filled with giant blooming trees, with flowering plants she had never seen before. It however also boiled with war and strife. How she knew about the land being at war, she had no idea, but the world around her began to blur, as if she was moving in a fast motion picture, until she found herself in a warm and shuttered room.

A woman was in labour, aided by a mid-wife. Blood was everywhere… and then the child was born.

He was born during the Warring States Period, where there was no peace, only war between hundreds of shinobi clans. The leaders of the Elemental Nations employed the shinobi, turning clans against clans, all for the rights of lands and property.

During this time of struggle, two clans came to be feared as the strongest. They were the Senju clan and Uchiha clan, both whom developed deep enmity against each other, as they were often hired to oppose one another.

He, Hashirama Senju, lost two younger brothers before he even reached the age of twenty. Together with his last remaining brother Tobirama, and his dear friend Madara Uciha, he sought to unite the shinobi, and bring peace to the land.

Decades of struggles passed before the three achieved their dreams. He became a powerful sage, possessing the most powerful Wood Release bloodline of the Senju. His brother Tobirama was known as the most powerful Ninjutsu and Water Release expert of his time. Madara possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan, the highest level of the Sharingan bloodline, and knew thousands of Ninjutsu techniques.

With the three’s efforts, they formed alliances between the Senju, the Uchiha and various other shinobi clans, establishing the shinobi village of Konoha. Hashirama was made the First Hokage, leader of Konoha, and he brought peace to the village and the surrounding lands .

When Madara turned against him, their epic battle reshaped the landscape of their battle site. The fires of war began to rage across the countries again, and he perished while protecting Konoha from an attack by a shinobi army.

Death had been a release and…

He was revived again, summoned into a body shaped to look like his old physical self. Powerful seals were placed on this body, forcing him to obey the summoner’s command.

Hashirama instantly realised the technique that summoned him as one highly forbidden technique created by his late brother Tobirama. It was the Impure World Reincarnation Summoning technique, which requires a human sacrifice to reanimate a deceased soul and place whoever was summoned under the summoner’s control.

He turned to face his summoner, a pasty faced shinobi that radiates an aura of negative chakra. Hashirama also discovered he was standing on top of Konoha’s shinobi stadium, giving him a clear view of the village he had founded.

Smoke and fires in the distance spoke of Konoha being under attack, and the rooftop he was in was surrounded by a powerful barrier seal, keeping Konoha’s Anbu outside the barrier, while the ninja that summoned him was having a face off with a withered old man that seemed familiar… wearing the hat signifying the Third Hokage of Konoha. It did not take much to deduct that the old man was Sarutobi, Hashirama’s former student and third successor to the village.

Beside Hasirama, two coffins were raising out of the rooftop. One opened fully, revealing his brother Tobirama, also revived by the forbidden technique, the other coffin was stopped half way by Sarutobi, who disrupted the technique.

Though this revived body of his bears only a portion of his original strength, he still had enough power to level the entire village given enough time. Hasirama felt great regret as he and his brother was forced to fight his former student. Yet pride filled him as Sarutobi parried blows after blows, before trapping and sealing him, along with his brother, back into the realms of death.

He walked down the tunnel of light, out of the Source of All Origins, back towards where his true self resides, towards a skinny black haired young girl, who looked at him with awe and fright.

He stopped in front of her, both of them surrounded by the tunnel of blinding light, and chuckled. “So you are my next reincarnation. You are a skinny little thing aren’t you?”

“What happened? What is going on? The things you did… the things I saw… you are more powerful than any parahumans I ever seen… except for Scion and the Endbringers.” The girl stammered in fear.

“I am the past self of your soul.” Hashirama said with a wryly smile. “The previous reincarnation cycle of our soul. Just as you are the present soul cycle, the current reincarnation.”

“I don’t understand.” The girl stammered in fear. Her trembling ceased as Hashirama laid a gentle hand on her head.

“Don’t worry. You will understand in time. With what happened to cleave our soul apart, my consciousness within our soul is awakened. I will… be around now to guide you in a way.” Hashirama said, walking with her towards the other end of the tunnel. “What happened to us is unprecedented but fortunate. Having my conscious awakening in our soul allows me to imprint on your physical body, causing mild changes that will allow your body to take on characteristics of my old physical self.”

“Changes to my body?” The girl asked with wide eyed horror. “Am I… am I going to turn into you?”

“Unless I forcefully imprint your entire body, that’s very little chance of that happening. I have already lived one life, I am content with it. Your Earth, your father, they are your life, not mine, and I will not intrude on that.” Hashirama said with a grin. His current girly reincarnation was just so mousey that the impish part of his self could not help teasing her a bit. “You will still keep your girl parts, I am just going to ‘encourage’ your physical body a little, seed, activate and strengthen your chakra system so you can use ninja techniques, begin encouraging the Wood Release bloodline to blossom in your physical body so you can tap into Wood chakra.”

“But why… why are you doing things like that?” The girl asked, apprehensive as to why Hashirama would empower her in such a way.

“While you were seeing the entire memories of my past, I was seeing the entire memories of your life to date.” Hashirama with a frown, a serious look on his face. “Let’s just say I understand what you have to go through at school, and the threat your world actually faced from parahumans that misused their powers, and those Endbringers of Earth. Having a strong chakra system and the Wood Release bloodline will ensure you recover from physical wounds more quickly. Having the ability to use elemental manipulation techniques means you are more likely to survive the harsh dangers of your world.”

“But… why would you even help me?” The girl asked in confusion, pulling away from him a little.

Hashirama grinned at her. “I am you, just as you are me. We are the same soul, just from different cycle, time… and space. Why wouldn’t I help myself in this strange world of yours? Not to mention, it will be entertaining at the very least to see what a female me can accomplish. Mito will be highly amused at the very least.”

“Mito… you mean your wife? The red haired woman I saw in your memories?” The young girl asked slowly.

Hashirama smiled, looking into the distance. “Yes Taylor. And one day when we return to the Source of All Origins, when our soul regained its entire consciousness, I hope to see Mito’s soul again. Perhaps you might even find your own soul mate before this cycle of ours ends. The wheel of life and death never ends after all.”

The two continued their walk down the tunnel as Hashirama chuckled. “It is going to be one long walk to the other end from the Source of All Origins. Since I am going to imprint my powers on your body, let me teach you a few tricks in how to use them. I will be a guiding voice at the back of your head once you return to your body, but it will still be useful for you to have a few chakra techniques to start yourself off.”

Taylor paused, staring down the tunnel leading before them, and then turning to look at Hashirama wryly. “And how long is it going to take us to reach the other end?”

“Well, time is a little different in the soul tunnel.” Hashirama said, scratching his head as he grinned. “It will feel like months for us to get to the other end, but most probably only days or weeks would have passed back in your Earth.”

“WHAT!”

OoooO

He finished work with a leaden heart. His colleagues looked at him with understanding as he left work right on the dot, quickly making his way to Brockton Bay’s General Hospital. It had been five days. Five days since Winslow High’s Nurse had called him, saying that Taylor had some kind of cardiac arrest and had to be sent to the hospital immediately.

His panicky rush to the hospital had only been met with the sight of his daughter lying pale faced on a hospital bed, surrounded by monitoring equipment. The doctors were baffled at what had happened to Taylor. Their scans had apparently found no signs of heart attack or brain damage, yet Taylor had slipped into coma by the time they managed to get her to the hospital.

Taylor had been kept in observation for the next five days. And for five days Danny Hebert had sat in silent vigil beside his daughter’s bed after work, hoping she would wake up one day. His limited funds were running low, work had not paid well these past few years ever since the docks closed. He might have to pull Taylor off life support soon if he could not find a way to continue paying the bills.

Sinking his head wearily on the bed where Taylor laid unconscious, Danny began to drift to sleep, from his seat next to the bed. He had no idea what woke him. He had a vague recollection of a suddenly wave of heat washing over him. The very air seemed to tingle sharply. There was also a presence, a powerful one. Firm and Gentle, the scent of moist earth, the sensation of nature and life surrounding him… Danny lifted his head, blinking in confusion, only half awake.

The hospital windows showed that night had fallen and the patients on the other bed were asleep, only one other patient had family staying for the night, and the fella was already stretched out on a portable hospital guest bed unconscious to the world.

The sounds of heavy breathing drifted to his ears. Turning, he jerked upright, snapping out of the sleep induced blur in an instant as he saw Taylor’s flushed cheeks. Her face and skin were no longer pale and clammy. There were colours in her cheeks, and she seemed healthier… much healthier than when he saw her a few hours ago.

There was a soft gasp, and then Taylor snapped her eyes open, her body quickly coming up in a sitting position as she grabbed her chest with her right hand, breathing hard.

“You jerk! You didn’t say it would hurt so much!” Taylor cursed in a sharp voice, her eyes still unfocused.

“Taylor?” Danny asked incredulously, grabbing at his daughter’s hand, to reassure himself that Taylor was alright now, even though what she said did not make any sense.

Taylor froze, turning stiffly, her eyes went wide as she saw who was beside her.

“Dad!” Taylor sputtered, flushing quickly. “Oh god dad I am so sorry! How long was I out?”

“Five days.” Danny said, engulfing his daughter in a hug which she returned. “I got the call from school and when I came down to the hospital, they told me you have slipped into a coma.”

“Five days!” Taylor gasped, his daughter’s eyes widening in shock. “But the bills.”

“I will settle it.” Danny said firmly, not wanting his daughter to worry about that. He knew Taylor was aware of how bad their monetary situation was, but his daughter was still a teenager in high school, he would find some ways to take care of the family’s money matters. “Just worry about getting well again, I will get the doctors to look at you, maybe they can…”

“Dad.” Taylor cut in, pulling out of the hug to look him in the eye. “I am fine now, really. I hadn’t felt so much better in my entire life!”

Before Danny could stop her, Taylor had wriggled out of the hospital bed, pulling the various needles out of her arms, causing the machines they were connected to, to begin beeping furiously. As Danny gaped at her, Taylor walked around the bed back to him, looking as though she had not been lying unconscious for the past five days.

“See? I am fine, nothing to worry about.” Taylor said reassuringly. “I am hungry though. Do you think we can return home dad? I don’t want to spend another night here…”

Taylor never got to finish her words as a doctor and two nurse rushed in, though the three of them stopped at the sight of Taylor standing next to her bed. The doctor however recovered quickly and stalked towards Taylor with a frown. As the doctor ignored Taylor’s protest that she was fine and guided her away to the examination room, Danny resigned himself to staying another night at the hospital, but at least now, his daughter was awake.

OoooO

The city was coming alive by the time the Heberts reached home. Taylor had prepared breakfast while her father had gone to his room after making sure that she would be fine on her own. Her father had called off work, asking for an off day. Having seen the heavy eye bags under her father’s eyes, Taylor knew that he most probably had not had a good rest since she became unconscious.

A bowl of cereal was all it took to satisfy her hunger, even as she glorified in how energized and strong her body had become. Hashirama Senju, her past self had tried explaining things to her through their months long journey back to her body. Taylor had not understood all of the reincarnation stuff, but she understood enough not to panic when she was back in her body. It had been a relief to discover only five days of real world time had gone by while she was trekking across the spirit plane.

This place is cosy, but it could do with some appropriate decorations. Hashirama commented within her head, while she was slurping cereal while snuggling in the living room couch.

Since when are you a fashion police? Taylor snarked back, her body was still aching from the imprint process Hashirama had done to her. According to the powerful ancient ninja, he had to forcibly connect Taylor’s mental energies to her physical lifeforce by creating a whole new chakra system from scratch. Apparently the people of her world do not come part and parcel with a working chakra system.

Getting to really know her past self face to face had been a much different experience then viewing his memories. For all that Hashirama Senju was the most powerful ninja of the Elemental Countries, for all his charisma and fearsome reputation, the man could be incredibly nosy and childish at times.

The time in the spirit tunnel had been insightful yet frustrating. Taylor was nearly driven mad with the way Hashirama injected lame jokes and pranks while teaching her various hand seals for chakra manipulation techniques. Her past self was so different from her that there were times she wondered how they could possibly share a singular soul.

A few flowers will do wonders to liven up the place. Hashirama said goading slightly. Taylor could almost see him grinning as he spoke.

You just want to see if I remember all the practice in the spirit plane. Taylor grumbled, lying the bowl of cereal on the table.

With the changes Hashirama had made to her body, Taylor could easily tap into her active chakra system, pulling out some of her chakra.

Your body currently possessed High Genin level chakra reserves and your Wood release bloodline though potent is very much weaker than mine. There are ways… to focus and enhance the power of our bloodline other than mind numbing practice, but that’s a topic for another day. Hashirama confessed. I have already stressed your body to its maximum with the imprint of my essence on your physical self. Any more alterations will most likely cause detrimental effects on your physical self, resulting in a full imprint. You will need to grow stronger through constant practice and training.

Thanks sensei. Taylor sent back mentally. It was a term of endearment that Taylor had used ever since Hashirama began teaching her back in the spirit tunnel. Sending chakra to strengthen her fingers, she could feel the warmth of her physical and spiritual energies pooling at her fingers.

Her hands began to flicker into the various handseals needed to utilize a Wood Release technique. Though her handseals speed was not as fast as the ninjas in Hashirama’s world, with chakra pooling at her fingers, the handseals making speed she managed was considered respectable for a budding Ninja Academy student. She made a mistake with a handseal, fumbled and had to restart the technique again as she felt the chakra she gathered dissipating.

Giving a frustrated growl, Taylor restart the handseals sequence again, but fumbled again half way through. The third time round, Taylor formed the handseals at a much slower pacing and finally succeeded. The technique took form as Wood Element chakra in her chakra system was formed and moulded into a proper technique. A bunch of beautiful red blossoms from Hashirama’s world grew out of her hands and broke off, lying on her lap.

The Wood Release bloodline was essentially a powerful form of plant manipulation. Any ninja with the bloodline could use Wood chakra to infuse a plant, gather and remember the essence of a plant, regrow the plant essence from Wood chakra, or even modify the plant essence with the bloodline.

Through his long life in his world, Hashirama had built up an impressive plant essence library within his head. He could easily replicate potent herbs or poisonous plants from his world, even many food crops. He had taught Taylor the technique to remember some of the plant essences he remembered. The Summer Blooms sitting on Taylor’s lap was a type of herbal plant with mild healing properties, this plant essence was handled down from Hashirama to Taylor during their months long journey.

Very good. Even though you needed to slow down your handseals making speed at a snail’s pace to accomplish your first ninja technique, you did a good job for a first timer. Hashirama said with part criticism and part approval. As part of an awakened soul, he could gain access to Taylor’s senses. He was most probably seeing the flowers with Taylor’s eyes right now.

Taylor had set some ground rules when she first found out he could do that. They agreed that there were times when Hashirama would not have access to her senses, like when Taylor was in the bathroom or any of her personal time out.

Your chakra control still needs working on. You nearly drained half your entire chakra pool forming that low level Wood release technique. Good job for a first successful practical try. At least all the theoretical work I have drilled into your head actually works. Hashirama continued his assessment.

Taylor rolled her eyes as she went to the kitchen to get a vase to put the flowers in. Everyone’s a critic. She thought back, but there was a smile on her lips as she arrange the flowers in a vase and placed them on the living room coffee table. Let me have a little more time to settle in, restore my chakra pools, and then we will begin the plans we came up with back in the spirit plane.

The long journey through the spirit tunnel with only Hashirama to talk to and act as her guide meant that the two of them had spent a lot of time plotting how Taylor would use her new powers. Hashirama had known how chaotic Earth had become with the appearance of parahumans and Endbringers, he had wanted Taylor to be able to protect herself and contribute back to her world in some ways.

Hashirama was not going to dictate her life, but he would be around to advise her if needed. As he had succulently said during the long journey. This current soul cycle was not his life, but hers. The decisions Taylor needed to make were hers alone. The purpose of reincarnations was for the soul to grow and mature with each cycle. Taylor would need to grow on her own, albeit with a little help from Hashirama.

Taylor had considered being an independent cape, a rogue of sorts. There was no way she would join the Protectorate, because with her age, she would be dumped into the Wards, and she was not exactly dying to see the parahuman version of teenage angst and drama. There was enough of that going on in Highschool.

As for being a villain, Taylor had not even considered it. Taylor and Hashirama did begin the bare bones of a plan to increase Taylor’s own resources and set up a base where she could begin her ninja training in secrecy. The techniques Hashirama taught her were highly catered to that aspect. Due to Hashirama imprinting on her physical body, Taylor’s chakra became a weaker duplicate form of Hashirama’s own chakra, which in its natural form contains powerful Water and Earth elements, as well as a weaker Wind element which Hashirama managed to cultivate in later years.

This basically meant Taylor would do very well with techniques utilizing Water, Earth and Wind chakra elements. Add in the Wood release bloodline which would instinctively combine Water and Earth to form Wood element chakra, using Wood, Water and Earth Release techniques would in theory, come very easily to Taylor, even if she was a first timer.

As her first test had proven, she could wield Wood chakra easily, now she would have to test Water and Earth. With more practice she might even be able to handle Wind and the rest of the non-Elemental ninja techniques Hashirama had taught her.

It took an hour for her to finish breakfast and rested enough to restore her chakra reserves. Carefully making her way behind the stairs, she opened the door leading to the basement of her house. The basement was one part of the house that she and her father had seldom accessed. When mom was alive, she would make it a monthly family day to clean and maintain the place. But with mom gone, the basement was pretty much left alone, to be accessed periodically for some of the storage archives.

This make the basement the best location to start off her secret base. Closing the basement door behind her softly so as to not wake her father, Taylor descended into the basement, moving past the old washing machine that was spoilt and had been sitting down here for the past year. She manoeuvre around the boxes of old photo albums and stuff her mom had collected during her tenure as a college teacher. She finally reached the far corner of the basement and wrinkled her nose at the smell. The walls were leaking again, she would have to do something about them later.

Moving a few boxes around, she began to clear some space on the floor, in the corner of the basement. She then carefully kneel down, avoiding the moist patches of the basement floor, and began making the handseals for Earth technique: Earth Sense. It was basically a High Genin level ninja technique that was used by scouts to sense what was in, on and around a specific patch of ground infused with chakra.

She failed the first attempt because of a wrong handseal, her second and third attempts were similarly duds, she finally got it on the fourth. Feeling the formation of power on her hands, she slammed her palms on the cleared space before her. The Earth element chakra poured from her palms in a controlled flow into the ground, infusing a significant area.

At the edge of her mind, images, like a black and white, grayscale pictures began to form. She could “see” wriggling worms under the ground she was touching. She saw the location for her house’s foundations. She saw stone blocks of past construction attempts before the house was built over. There was even a nest of what looks like rats. The grayscale images of the huge number of bug life and cockroaches was enough to make her skin crawl.

Taylor cut off the Earth element sensor technique, taking a moment to compose herself as the images she saw retreated from the back of her head. Now that she knew where her house’s foundations were, she could try out her next technique. The Earth technique: Tunnel Expansion was basically a mid-level, Chunin level, ninja technique, that was used by ninjas to construct underground tunnels.

The technique could also be used to create underground rooms deep within the earth bed. She planned to try out a weaker version of it first to test the waters before doing full scale earth shuffling underground. A less powerful Genin would need lots of safe ground to test the technique, Taylor had an edge in that area as the chakra control and reserves she now possessed was enough to ensure if things go wrong, she would not end up sinking her whole house.

She failed the first attempt because of a wrong handseal, her second and third attempts were similar failures, she finally got it on the fourth. Feeling the formation of power on her hands, she slammed her palms on the cleared space before her. The Earth element chakra poured from her palms in a controlled flow. She heard a soft groan as something within the cement floor and earth bed underneath began to move. Then the basement cement floor she was lying her hands on began breaking into dust, sinking into a deep dark tunnel that seemed to stretch all the way down.

Well… it is not bad for the first try. But I think we might have missed some crucial parts in the planning process. Hashirama said after Taylor stared down at the long dark tunnel opening in front of her with a long silence.

You think? Taylor thought back incredulously. Where are we going to get the lights to light the damn tunnel? And how are we going to get down there?

Well I don’t exactly have much experience in building underground bunkers, Tobirama was usually the one that handled that part of the village duties with the help of my clan. There was always a ready supply of clan Genin and Chunin to dump the work on. I was always more of a front line kind of guy. Hashirama defended himself. I guess we could modify the tunnel with another Earth technique so it would not go so deep. As for lights, I know some seals that could produce light, but we lack the materials right now to make chakra ink, which means we will have to grow the plants to make the ink first.

And since I only have High Genin level chakra reserves, and is just starting out using chakra manipulation. With limited reserves on my hands and to carter for my mistakes, it will take days before we can get anywhere with our plans for the underground base. Taylor sent back a mental sigh.

Well this can be a good thing. We all know you will not get things right on every first tries. You have an advantage over most Genin who took years to develop their reserves and control. But in the end, you lack any practical experience in using your power. Hashirama said realistically. Just use the time, make sure you don’t cause any major mistakes with your techniques. We are not in a rush anyway. Better to do things nice and easy, then to end up sinking your own home. On a side note however, we’ll need to hide this dark pit you’ve created. It will be disastrous for someone to fall into it.

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Ninja Terms:

Chakra: A moulding combination of spiritual and physical energies (mind/ mental energies + body/ lifeforce). Some ninjas are born with certain chakra elemental affinity in their system. Usually these ninjas are born from established clans whose ninja bloodline stretch generations.

Chakra Elements: There were the common five basic elements: Fire, Earth, Water, Wind and Lightning. There were also other rarer more exotic elements (advanced elements) like Wood, Dust or Lava. Having an elemental affinity meant that the user would have an easier time moulding chakra of that element or even using techniques relating to them.

Genin: Academy Level Ninjas

Chunin: Mid-Level Ninjas

Jonin: High-Level Ninjas

 

Notes: This is a “past self” crossover fic between Taylor and Hashirama. Taylor’s body was basically enhanced to contain High Genin Chakra, Genin Chakra Control, with Wood Release bloodline that will increase in strength with practice.

She views Hashirama’s memories as “moving pictures”/ “movies”, much like when someone is learning a new skill from a video. Due to that, she had no emotional attachment to the memories, neither does she have Hashirama‘s muscle memories or dexterity. She needs to memorise the actions and replicate it, and get better through time. Hashirama exists as a voice in her head, providing guidance if needed.

She has strong Earth and Water elements due to the Wood Release bloodline. In this story, (AU) Hashirama managed to train up his Wind element during his past life. His Wind element was weaker then Earth and Water, and it was the third chakra element that Taylor now possessed.

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