THE THREAT ENDS WITH A CHASE
Karashi
[somber@edsamail.com.ph]

 

STANDARD DISCLAIMER:
All the characters featured in this fic belong to Kosuke Fujishima. This fic is intended for fun, not profit, but if you'd like to give me money that would be fine ^-^

 

The village of Bokuto is not the tranquil paradise it appears to be.
Villagers cower in fear, not because of the beasts that feed on human flesh, not because of the dangerous beings that wander the land. Villagers live in terror because of one particular creature, a creature that leaves a trail of destruction in its wake, a creature whose wrath can paralyze even the fiercest of men, a creature that none dares to oppose.
That is, until now.
A man appears, garbed in white underneath a black cape. He is masked in black, save for the white snakelike letter on his forehead. He hails from nameless lands, his identity remains a mystery, all that is known about him is that he is on the side of good.
The man enters the village hall where the elders are discussing ways to save themselves from the creature plaguing their village.
"How about hiring fifty strong warriors to slay it?"
"We tried with fifty-one and they all quit!"
"Perhaps you should ask me to deal with this beast!"
All eyes fell on the caped stranger.
"What can the likes of you do? We've tried many things, and nothing worked!" an elder snapped.
"I am the Defender of Justice! I am the Advocate of Good! I am the Hero of the Land! I am Strikeman!"
An uneasy period of silence followed. The elders huddle in a circle to discuss their decision.
"He's the bungler we hear of from the other villages!" one hisses.
"But he works for free!" another points out. Desperation causes the elders to accept Strikeman's offer. The chief elder exclaims: "Oh brave hero, you must help us!"
"As a hero, it is my duty to help defenseless people such as yourselves!" he laughs, "Now tell me about this creature that you speak of."
"She rides a steel steed, and her sole purpose is to plunder stalls of its goods, and the payment she leaves isn't enough to cover even a fraction of the damage she causes. We have tried to reason with her, but she does not heed out pleas! The mages are powerless to stop her, the warriors are paralyzed by fear, the technomancers are unable to deter her! Oh brave hero, you must save us from Scooter Obaasan."
Strikeman ponders on the elder's words. A few seconds pass and he brings out a spherical object from his cloak and raises it high above his head.
"I accept, for I am Strikeman! Evil Scooter Obaasan beware, Strikeman shall stop you!" that said, Strikeman races out into the village. Shortly after, a pigeon flies into the village hall carrying a message.
"We are saved!" the chief cries after he read the letter.

Strikeman stands atop a roof, overlooking the village market. He watches warily, and in the distance, he sees a large cloud of dust billowing. Screams of terror soon ring out, as barrels are broken, carts are upturned and houses are demolished.
"SALES!!! SALES!!! SALES!!!" Scooter Obaasan chanted. She was built like a rock, her body massive and tough. She fashioned a cotton-spun sweater and skirt in delicate hues that belied her ferocious nature. Crowning her head was a helmet that protected her from collisions and random debris. The steel steed roared as she charged along the dusty roads of the village, her sights locked on the nearest stall.
Skidding to a halt, Scooter Obaasan leapt off with suprising agility. The ground trembled with each step, and the stall-mongers nearly fainted in fright. Scooter Obaasan gave a flurry of orders, and stall keepers rushed to meet her demands. Arms laden with purchases, she sped to her motored steed only to crash into Strikeman. The goods fell to the ground, gasps of shock echoed everywhere, and numerous pairs of eyes were transfixed on two figures.
Scooter Obaasan looked Strikeman over, sizing him up.
"Move." She growled, "I have many more things to buy."
"Evil Scooter Obaasan, Strikeman shall end your reign of terror today!" he proclaimed, hurling a base-plate with incredible speed. The object rebounded off his adversary and smashed into many a house's support beam, destryoing numerous abodes.
"You'll ruin the sale!!!" Scooter Obaasan shrieked as she broke into an earth-shaking run.
"Let's see if you can withstand my Ultra-Deluxe-Justice-Pitch!! Prepa-"
"Restraint!" a voice cut in and a magical net descended. Reflexes allowed Strikeman to avoid the net, but Scooter Obaasan was not so quick.
Strikeman turned to find a mage dressed in a form-fitting leather bustier and white skirt, her braided bluish-black hair blowing in the wind, and hand faintly aglow. Beside the mage stood a brown haired warrior armed with a sword twice her height, and wore mithril greives, shoulder pieces, a breastplate and a pair of cloth breeches.
With one hand, the warrior lifted Scooter Obaasan as the mage opened a portal. With a small grunt, the warrior hurled a complaining Scooter Obaasan into an alternate dimension. The villagers poured out in adoration for the two women, ignoring Strikeman.
"Do they know what it is to be a true hero!? See if you can take my Ultra-Deluxe-Justice-Pitch!!" and with that, he threw a spehrical projectile at the two women. The warrior Natsumi sensed the incoming attack, and with her sword, easily deflected the pitch. The mage Miyuki looked to Striker's direction,
"It looks like our next target is right here."
"That's great! It's saves us the trouble of looking for him." Natsumi grinned, "Strikeman, you are a threat to the land and must be stopped!"
"I shall never stop for I am Strikeman, defender of Justice!!" using chalk pouches, Strikeman created a large duststorm in order to vanish. Miyuki could only shake her head as her partner growled.
"We received your message, thank you." The chief smiled.
"Sorry we couldn't arrive sooner, someone overslept." Miyuki apologized.
"The ale got to me..." Natsumi mumbled.
"Well, we better start looking for Strikeman." Miyuki sighed.
So ends the threat of Scooter Obaasan, and thus begins the chase for Strikeman.

 

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Me: Oh my golly... I can't believe I finished this fic in one sitting... >_<
*meep* Am I dreaming?! Someone pinch me!! Wheeee!!! I actually WROTE something,
after so many months, Karashi wrote something!!! *does a happy little dance*