Writing Progression 1: The Crossover!

All original stories, characters posted and mentioned here are owned by me, please do not repost them without my expressed permission, thanks!!




Other than reviewers, the warning stands! On with the progression. 🙂 Though things have made me tired most days, the will to write has somewhat returned, having me work on older unfinished stories. Below is the Sailor Moon/SCL Crossover progression, which I hope you can see the care I’m putting into it! 🙂


Vampire Xavior

(Xavior as a vampire)


Broken Savior: A Star Cross Love, Sailor Moon Crossover

Blackrose and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the original characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED! That said, Sailor Moon and the anime’s characters ARE NOT owned by me, money isn’t made by me from their use.



Some months after having to put his wife Blackrose, the feline vampire he loved into the crimson coffin to regenerate for five hundred years, their two daughters, Asuka and Kasha taken places to be safe, not to mention the kingdom they both built back up after killing Queen Chanista’s son being ripped away from him, everyone of his remaining loyal guards knew how Xavior felt. It went without a word that the soldiers could see he hurt over Blackrose almost losing her life due to summoning her dark guardian spirit, Shadow Stalker to fight a corrupt mage, a man who took over the kingdom, they felt the sting as well, but no one could see it better than Fujiko, the friend of Blackrose asked by her to watch his back. Every night when he’d go up to the peak that was in the kingdom, she would be below him sitting on all fours, preening her claws while the thought, “Has he drank blood at all today?” entered her mind, making the feline ask him.


She knew Xavior’s answer already, even before the question left her tongue, an answer having the feline get in his face and peer into his eyes. Fujiko had great respect for the man, before and after Blackrose turned him, that didn’t go without saying, but after everything, she seen Xavior go without blood for a few days, a prospect that could be dangerous for everyone. “Have you really drank blood, because you know what may happen if you don’t. You’ll weaken, attack others, or both!” left the cat woman’s lips as she gave off a low feline howl of anger


Listening to her howling, it went without saying what she’d do if he answered with a no, but truthfully though, after his wife going into hibernation and feeling his vampire nature’s grip on him, making the warrior go out of control that one time while protecting Asuka scared him. Sure, Xavior wasn’t a fool, he drank a little blood, but just enough to keep his nature at bay, having, “I’ve had some today, don’t worry Fujiko.” escape his mouth as the two looked at the other. Little did Xavior and his friend realize soon both would be transported to a land, a place that would have them aid a queen and force him to confront his nature head on.


Though she believed him, something in his eyes told her he needed to be watched, like she could tell a piece of Xavior wasn’t right, though the cat couldn’t point out what made her think that. Walking back, that same feeling pressed her, causing, “Did he lie to me?” to bleed into her mind and hit every corner, having debate reign over the issue. No, Fujiko knew Xavior might not be drinking a lot of blood, but she knew he wasn’t lying to her, letting a sigh pass her lips while the two walked. And yet, she couldn’t shake feeling that a coming battle would leave him open due to Xavior not letting his nature feed.


Right before getting in camp, a feeling came over Blackrose’s husband, drawing him to look at the sky, but didn’t see anything. Though he couldn’t explain it, something felt odd, having Xavior put his hand on the Kahimoto sword’s handle, ready to draw while the other hand went before the feline, stopping her. Looking around, noting the sounds of the forest ceased, thoughts of an unknown attacker came into play, a thought making the warrior growl, but at that moment, light hit the two, enveloping them until they disappeared.


While inside it, both had no idea what was happening or who, if anyone caught them, making Xavior roar loudly, ready to rip anyone apart. As the light started fading, dropping the two warriors in the mysterious area, there was little doubt the level of tension they both felt, having Fujiko and Xavior draw their blades, ready for anything. Scanning the area, though not sure where the feeling came from, but the area felt alien, as if something or someone transported them to another land, getting the man angrier. Perhaps the cat woman’s look or knowing it wasn’t the time for this, Xavior cooled his head as, “This isn’t Ervere.” fell from his lips while looking around, trying to think about something.


Fujiko didn’t need to question his reasons for stating that, the stars and landscape alone told the cat her friend was correct, having, “Can you feel Cerberus?” fall from her lips in a concerned way while licking her fur on her arm. True, the feline was a warrior who didn’t have a guardian spirit, she read about and heard how the people with them have a bond with the creators, able to sense them in their minds, hoping Xavior felt the three headed dog demon, but how his face looked confirmed he couldn’t sense anything. Having that fact hit, the thought, “If we get in a battle here that’s too much for us, how will we far without Cerberus?” began crossing the cat woman’s mind while her ears twitched, making Fujiko look at Blackrose’s husband. It went unsaid that she knew Xavior wasn’t in the best condition for a battle blood wise, she already guessed that by seeing how little he took in, but what made worry mount her more was there seemed like nothing they could eat.


While true, he couldn’t sense the great demon, Xavior felt a need to try to summon Cerberus, driving, “Oh great demon of the underworld, guardian of the gate, hear the plea of your servant. Come up from hell and help fight this foe and drag it down to be your plaything!” to cross his lips as his hand hit the ground. Every part of him knew the outcome to his effort, the warrior didn’t deny that, having, “What world is this?” run his mind, fueling his anger to want to find the person responsible for bringing them there. Yet, perhaps Blackrose’s spirit came by her mate and told him it wasn’t the time for this, quelling the fire inside him, letting Xavior think as he pointed to a castle in the distance as, “We may find answers there.” came out semi calmly.


Looking where he pointed, the feline blacksmith knew they had to look somewhere for a way home, making Fujiko nod and follow him. As she did, it couldn’t go unnoticed that the warrior seemed off, letting debate rage on asking Xavior how much blood he had today, but before she could, she saw him take a blood pack from a pouch he carried and drink a few sips, having her discard the question. Still, every part of the cat woman knew a couple sips wouldn’t be enough to see him through if, gods forbid they came under attack, prompting, “Sire, I know you’re afraid of drinking blood because of that incident, but you must drink more than a few sips. I mean if Blackrose…” out of the cat woman’s mouth, but once she realized she brought up her friend, his wife he had to put in the blood coffin to regenerate for five hundred years, a chill crossed her, stopping her mid sentence.


A low growl dropped from the vampire, attempting to tell her she was out of place, but every fiber of Xavior knew the blacksmith’s words were true, he knew if his wife would do more than scream at him if she saw him in the state he was in now. She’d send him to the underworld for the way he was now, an image giving the man chills. Yet, part of the warrior couldn’t shake what went on when his vampiric nature took over in Dracula’s castle, having Asuka, his young daughter scared of him, something Xavior regrets to this day.


Drawing closer to the mysterious palace, a feeling of eyes watching them began coming over them, driving their hands to their swords, ready to draw. While looking over the area, swords ready to be unsheathed, the two felt as if guards were surrounding them, putting both on edge, making Xavior’s anger refire. Giving Fujiko a nod, a mini signal, every part of the man knew he could use his nature’s senses to draw whoever or whatever out, having the warrior’s eyes turn red as a low growl dropped from his lips while turning to mist. While hunting, the thrill of which excited the vampire’s mate, a fact Xavior wouldn’t deny, the way his nature scratched and clawed at him, making him lose control like he did, leading him to the state he was in now.


Though momentary, the vampire caught himself thinking about things he couldn’t fix until he and his companion got back to Ervere, if that was possible, making Xavior shake his head to focus. As the vampire approached his prey silently like the dead of night, he noticed the man’s gaze looking into the distance, having Blackrose’s husband hold a moment to observe. “What are you staring at, human if not us?” Xavior asked in a mumble, a growl tailed that question as the immortal let his vampire nature out a little before noticing a queen and her envoy approaching, making him note the soldier unsheathing his weapon a bit.


While preening her arm fur a bit, Fujiko’s eyes locked onto the envoy as well, having her hide, but as she did, she too spotted another hidden man eyeing the group. Even in his mist form, the feline blacksmith could see Xavior moving towards something or someone on the opposite side of her, giving her all she needed to do the same. “He must feel as if the people coming might know how we can get home.” Fujiko said in a low mumble while slinking to her target, gaze still fixed on Xavior, watching him intently, waiting to see what he’d do, though she knew he would take action


While moving on his target, getting so close to the unsuspecting trash, the vampire could taste the terror the man might be in, fueling his nature, Blackrose’s mate couldn’t ignore the five or eight other men he could sense around them, driving Xavior to mentally signal the feline blacksmith and have her take a few down. Coming up to his prey, the vampire unsheathed the Kahimoto sword, carefully not making a sound and putting the cutting edge to the unsuspecting man’s throat as he asked, “Who are you and what are you planning?” in a semi demanding voice, letting pieces of his nature overlap in the question, hoping it might prompt the soldier to answer, but if not.


“Wouldn’t you like to know. The negaforce will conquer the moon kingdom!” the soldier replied with, cockiness in the way he said it, trying to goad a reaction from Xavior. He wasn’t about to tell the man who held the scales between life and death one damn thing, that was for sure, but something about this encounter chilled the soldier, what he didn’t know. Wanting to look behind him began pushing at the guy, more than his brashness would let on, having him start to turn, but as he did, all he saw was mist. Staring at it, nothing could describe the feeling the soldier had, having shock come over the man, sending his hand to his sword, slashing at the mist.


Having this mortal avoid the question was bad, but his action compounded the matter, letting Blackrose’s mate surround the poor fool and take his head. While letting the Kahimoto feed, Xavior felt his nature nudging at him, trying to get him to at least lick the blood that poured from the headless corpse, an urge met with a sip from a blood pouch. Like he explained to his companion, he wasn’t too thrilled with drinking from another since Asuka saw how out of control he was, but the reflection had to wait, the others from that man’s troop were attacking the envoy, prompting Xavior and Fujiko to action.


Getting on all fours, Fujiko didn’t need to guess, she knew to follow the man as he became a solid before striking one of the dark soldiers. Leaping into the air, the blacksmith unsheathed her blade, taking one’s arm and aiding a knight. Fujiko couldn’t know that a dark soldier started to come behind her, raising his blade, getting set to strike, but she turned, letting her blade meet his in a stalemate. “You think you have me?” the feline asked, a bit of strain in her voice, followed by a cat howl. Any normal swordsman might fail, she admitted, her senses and reflexes already had him where she wanted him, letting both of her feet get the man off balance, letting her flip him, adding a scar to his face, which probably might make him look better, she wasn’t an expert on that though.


When the fighting ended, the guards with the envoy looked at each other and their queen, wondering who these two were. It didn’t get past them that Xavior and the feline could be spies sent by queen Beryl, one fact having the prince of Earth approach the two. “I guess we should thank you, but in these times, we are very wary of people.” the young man said in a distasteful tone as he peered over them, like he was condemning both.


As Fujiko’s ears twitched, she stopped preening the blood off her claws before answering that with a remark, but before she could, her friend stopped her. One thing Xavior couldn’t stomach were false conclusions, dragons knew he heard his far share back home, causing him to sigh before saying, “Spies, really? If we didn’t come by, you might’ve lost your girlfriend there.” There were more things he wanted to say to that affect, but Blackrose could’ve been in his ear, controlling his temper because he quit.


Oh, the prince wanted to reply to this stranger’s remark and show how wrong the man was that Darien could feel the words on his tongue ready to come forward, it ate at the young man. “Prince, I think we need to give these two thanks, don’t you?” a woman said as she came up behind him with guards, a younger woman who could be her daughter, two cats and five women, maybe warriors. Though the older woman didn’t need to say it, all knew why she stopped the prince in his tracks, nothing needed to be said, having the woman look at Xavior and Fujiko intently, as if weighing their worth.


Being looked over in this way made a cold way climb both Fujiko and Xavior’s spine, making one want to speak, but they just stood there. By the look of this female, something told the vampire to kneel, which given the questions he had in his mind, kneeling was the last thing he would do. Again, his wife may have been by his side because Xavior took his helmet off and got on a knee, motioning his companion to do the same.


Even though the smith followed his silent command, Fujiko’s gaze never broke from the human who spoke disrespectfully to them minutes earlier. She knew that the prince, and it needed to be said that term for him made her want to cough a hairball up, might be a problem, getting her to make a mental note to watch the man closely. Sure, the blacksmith always had a rule to not resort to violence unless words couldn’t resolve conflicts, even then, she hated fighting, but she knew her friend and lord needed to be watched, and that human could become a thorn that she may need to remove.


As the older woman looked at the two, little was needed to tell her they weren’t from anywhere around the kingdom, and perhaps spies, like the prince thought. No, they couldn’t be, how they seemed to carry themselves, especially the man spoke volumes, having her nod, telling them to rise. After they stood and she looked at them, it didn’t take any time for the woman to deduce they had to be from a land far from the moon kingdom, a fact that would be a flag against the two, but how they seemed to be put her at ease in a sense.


“Thank you for your assistance against Queen Beryl’s soldiers, we are in your debt.” the elegantly dressed woman said kindly while looking at Xavior and Fujiko. Even though she knew it might seem odd or crazy, but the feeling that this man was a king came over her, telling her something before she added, “I’m Queen Serenity, ruler of the moon kingdom and this is my daughter Princess Serena, advisers Luna and Artemis, also these four are my daughter’s court.”


Sheathing the Kahimoto, a nudge told Xavior not to reveal himself to be a vampire, like he needed some force to make that obvious, having him debate his next course carefully. As much as he wanted to, or at least he felt his nature preparing words, Blackrose’s husband couldn’t just demand answers, tact was needed, an omission silencing that voice inside. Even though still unsure of what to reveal and what to leave out, Xavior had to speak, making the vampire extend a hand before he said, “I’m Xavior and this is my vassal and friend, Fujiko. We are from a kingdom far from here.” calmly and diplomatically, hoping what he said wasn’t too much.


Standing by him, the feline knew what her lord said was a half truth, something that could’ve come back to bite the two, but they couldn’t say more. As Fujiko went to shake the queen’s hand, she noted the prince’s cold look, backing up the need to keep an eye on him. The blacksmith had no idea if the man would cause trouble for her and her lord, that went without saying, but his blatant disrespect moments ago and now the way he looked said a lot had Fujiko’s fur standing up, making her want to howl at him, but she saw Xavior’s look, having the urge leave her.


Queen Serenity felt they had more to what the man told, but something, possibly the timing of their arrival had her push that aside, at least for the time being. It wasn’t known if she knew if Fujiko and Xavior could help in the fight with Queen Beryl, certainly she wouldn’t force them into it, but looking at the man, something in his eyes spoke to her. “Those knights you two fought served Queen Beryl, ruler of the Negaforce.” the woman said softly but firmly, looking at the two warriors with a bit of respect and thankfulness upon her face.


“Negaforce, Beryl?” Xavior asked himself, trying to wrap his head around all of this, failing at best. Okay, from what he could gather, the queen and the group standing before them were at war with this negaforce, only an idiot would miss that, but who or what brought the two there and why still escaped Blackrose’s mate, making Xavior want to ask, but something, probably curiosity had the vampire wait to hear more. In the years studying Kumarian, having the martial art show him there were ways to ends without using combat in some cases, but being a ruler, it was wise not to get answers by force, a fact Xavior knew Fujiko would agree with, making them follow the group.


As she walked beside her friend, the look the of the Earth prince still bothered her, having Fujiko want to lick or scratch herself. The smith knew Xavior picked up on it as well, he was staring at the human when the gaze was cast, but if this prince, and again, that word for him made her want to cough up a hairball, what problems could he cause was the pressing question, one that she’d love to get the answer too. People are always weary of others who show up and offer assistance in time of war, thinking the worst, a fact she witnessed time after time in her lifetime, so it could be possible this guy thinks that of them. Possible, and Fujiko hoped that was it, but that gaze had ice all over it, enough to warrant her blade if necessary.


Walking with the group, the two never missed the stares from guards and others in the group, making Xavior watch them closely. There were reasons they were being watched, some might have never seen a cat person who used two or all four legs to walk, or they’re suspicious of them, one strong possibility he knew Fujiko felt as well. For now though, Blackrose’s mate knew they needed to follow this path to see if it leads to a way home, a choice getting Xavior to focus.


When the envoy reached the palace, no doubt home of these people, words had no way to describe the sight of the structure, having the vampire and his friend at a loss to say the least. They wouldn’t say it felt like Daltauria before Lord Blood, the mage who darkened it by his touch, a corruption Blackrose’s husband swore when he put the vampire in the coffin to regenerate, he’d break. No, Daltauria was a nice place and will always be home, this place however would be a second, but looking around, both Xavior and Fujiko couldn’t miss the signs of war, they weren’t hard to miss, making them wonder if Queen Serenity summoned the two to help.


Given the current state, it did stand to reason that was what happened, making Xavior sort of angry. Oh, the vampire and his friend couldn’t just go demand to be sent back home, even though every part of the man’s nature roared at him to do so, forcing him to sneak a drink of blood so it might be silenced, at least for a time. If what they think did cause them to get transported there, then going at the queen with demands wouldn’t do any good, both Xavior and Fujiko knew this, having them stay on this course, though the two weren’t really sure how to help.


Once they walked into the palace, it became clear the people try to get their minds off of the fact war could strike any one of them down by throwing parties, one way to keep the reaper away a day longer, Xavior admitted. As the two walked around, Queen Serenity’s two cat advisers, Luna and Artemis came at the man and Fujiko’s feet, giving them a look, a look Blackrose’s mate told the two to follow them, which the vampire and blacksmith did without a word. Whatever the queen wanted to speak to them about could work in their favor or blow up if not taken lightly, Xavior knew this and prepared for it, the best he could of course, but he hoped the vampire within would stay low while here.


Licking her arm fur, it didn’t get by that her friend worried about his nature, the man’s body language said a lot, having Fujiko put a hand on his shoulder, trying to ease him. “If it comes to it, let me speak on our behalf.” she said softly as they went into Queen Serenity’s meeting area. The feline was no diplomat, she had no love for that path, in fact she hated diplomats, calling them useless, but she saw Blackrose and Xavior use it in cases with success, besides by what she saw minutes ago, he might need her to explain their side if need be.


As the two fell to a knee in front of the ruler, both felt her eyes upon them, though this time it seemed different, trustworthy perhaps. “I know we have no right to ask, but my advisers and I have decided to ask you two to fight the Negaforce and Queen Beryl alongside us. In exchange, I’ll find a way to send you home.” Queen Serenity said kindly, though a hint of regret couldn’t be missed in the tone of voice, maybe due to the fact that she knew dragging the man and his vassal seemed like an awkward move, it wasn’t their fight after all.


After what he heard, it proved their theory, the queen may have summoned them, having the man feel his vampire nature knocking harder, trying to burst out to give her a dressing down, perhaps that was too nice of a term to describe the situation, forcing Xavior not to speak. It wasn’t known if her eyes looked in her friend’s general direction, Fujiko was using her leg to scratch her ear, but after she said, “I speak on behalf of my lord when I say that we aren’t sure what we can add. However, we will do what we can to aid you, majesty.” calmly and diplomatically as possible, covering some facts about her friend’s nature. Right after saying those words, it couldn’t be denied that the feline felt the Earth’s prince lock his eyes on her, making Fujiko howl under her breath.


“Majesty, I still think we should test these two and see where their loyalties are.” the prince said kind of gruffly, though the subject closed a bit ago. He didn’t trust them, that didn’t need telling, the proof was clear, but perhaps the Earth’s prince felt the presence of Xavior’s secret, his nature he was trying so hard to control, who knows. As he stepped forward, the prince added, “A duel between him and me…” in a sure tone of voice, secure that he’d flush out the truth that way when he won.


Fujiko’s ears twitched as she heard that, maybe adding to the fire she would spread, but her friend said, “I think our actions before proved where we stand, young knight, but test me if you wish.” in a disbelieving way as he stood, though he felt the vampire clawing to get free. Everything told Xavior not to push himself, the feline blacksmith’s eyes most of all, he knew he needed to drink blood to keep the vampire from getting out, though this child needed to be taught a lesson, having Blackrose’s mate take up a stance without the Kahimoto in hand. True, how the man felt at that moment made this a foolish choice, Xavior had no issue admitting that if anybody asked, however from the young prince’s look, the exhibition was over before it started.


“Is he mocking my challenge?” the prince asked himself as he drew, hoping it might make the stranger do the same, it didn’t. Needless to say, Xavior’s choice only fanned the fire burning within his opponent, compelling Darien to attack, swinging his sword blindly, attacks the vampire avoided easily. In no time, Earth’s prince found himself disarmed with the man looking down at him, one situation the young warrior found disgraceful.


There were a lot of things to say that would point out the young man’s flawed way of thinking, his temper being one of them, but all Blackrose’s husband wanted to do was to get home, having him give a bow towards the queen and her daughter and walk off, Fujiko following behind. Perhaps seeing movement out of the corner of her eye prompted her to act, the feline blacksmith unsheathed her sword with lightening speed and crossed blades with the young “prince”. Holding her ground, she knew it’d come to her having to put the man in his place, something within her vow to Blackrose when the feline vampire asked her to watch over Xavior, but there was another reason the Earth’s prince’s attitude made her want to hack a hairball up, a reason nobody, not even her friends knew.


“You’re lower than dust and you consider yourself a swordsman? A real warrior doesn’t let anger cloud their judgment!” Fujiko said in anger, the fire behind the words caused her to push Darien back. Eyeing the prince, the feline didn’t need to say what she was getting ready too, but added, “Before we were brought here, his wife, my friend nearly lost her life and now is in hibernation, but furthermore, their twin daughters had to be hidden away so the mage who ripped our kingdom away from my lord wouldn’t find them!” a howl followed the end as she switched stances to a southpaw. At this point, her anger that drove her told Fujiko to kill, at least injure him, and given her past this brought to the surface, she could, but it’d cause greater issues, forcing her to calm down.


Clouded by added anger, perhaps the fact that this Xavior needs his feline to fight battles for him, the prince came charging at the blacksmith screaming, “Your lord was too afraid to battle me fairly, disgracing me!” swinging his blade, again finding the floor, but this time Fujiko set up for a deathblow, stopping at the last second. It didn’t need to be said that seeing her blade at his throat made his life flash before his eyes, the man’s expression spoke to that, having his mind clear.


Twirling her sword before sheathing it, Fujiko said, “If I hadn’t stepped in, the anger Xavior feels would’ve had him kill you, human.” semi calmly, though a bite could be noted in the statement. Licking the fur on her arm, she knew the vampire within her friend was ready to get free, that was the pressing reason she acted, but the first and foremost was her past. Walking on all fours, she went outside to find Xavior because it was time to tell the secret which haunted her all these years.


Walking out from a shadow of a pillar, the fact that the man about downed nearly all of the blood containers so apparent, making him look away. Words wouldn’t cover the tongue lashing Blackrose would give him if she were there, Xavior could hear her in his head, but he said, “It isn’t like you to lose your temper my friend. Truth be known, I sensed something on your mind before we were brought here.” Though being undead came with mind reading abilities, Xavior could tell something wasn’t right with the feline even without using his power, having him add, “Come, tell me.” kindly.


The man could always read her like a book even without letting her know, a fact making the blacksmith come and sit next to him. Though every way she could tell her story to one of her closest friends had been going through her mind for years, there was no other way to open the scar, having Fujiko sigh before asking, “Do you know about the Kentarian, a nomadic tribe of cat people?”in what sounded like remorse. She knew how that question was void, because Fujiko knew Xavior had a passion for reading about ancient races, even when he was mortal, having the feline hang her head in shame.


From her question and the way his friend worded it, Xavior knew whatever bothering her had to do with that tribe. As he looked up at the stars, he said, “They were the tribe that settled at the base of the Misty Mountains, but traveled to the west every month to trade and sell what they made.” calmly, recalling what he read from memory, but how the whole race just disappeared ate at Xavior’s curiosity.


A Week Of Showing Stories Day 1: Please Help Me With A Title…

This post was going to be written and put up yesterday, but with that loser, *whoever they might be* stealing one of my R/C trucks, I was too upset. Anyway, even though I’m still pretty annoyed, finally came to the reality that karma will catch up to them. On with the post.


For those old and new followers who are interested in my writings, I thought a five day look at the pieces I’ve got in the works would be fun and spark conversation! 🙂 However, a few stories have adult content or will, I will put warnings up before the snips so yeah, you have been warned. This first story, I used a video game character, Maki Genryusai, (below) from Final Fight/Street Fighter & threw her into an alternate universe story, taking place in the same world my book takes place in.




True, no money can be made off the character due to the fact that she’ copyrighted, I’m well aware, (me don’t want my butt sued), but she’ll be the mother of an original character, Kendra who’s half human half cat lady, take a look at her. At this point, there are no smut scenes, so it is okay with out a warning, but I’m three to four pages in with no title, could you guys maybe help please? Maki and Rakiath, the cat guy’s daughter is below! 🙂



Enjoy the story so far. ^_^


AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a Alternate Universe Hentai story containing Maki Genryusai of Final Fight 2/Street Fighter. I DON’T own the character or make money from said character.

Though she didn’t know where she was or how she got there months earlier, Maki Genryusai searched for a way home. Wandering around the countryside, helping out where she could while trying to find a way home, many things, like cat people, who acted like humans, aside from the licking their fur and things house cats would do struck the woman as odd, at least at first, now however, the blonde took it as normal. Oh, there were times where a bit of a darkness, perhaps doubt’s shadow crept in, making her think her search was hopeless, the young woman wasn’t about to deny that, but Maki fought that off, continuing her quest.

One day after bathing in a pond near her camp, she began to dry off and dress in her ninja uniform, but as she wrapped the gold colored fabric around her waste, securing the top, sounds of battle filled her ears, driving her to run to find the source. As she ran, every part of the girl told her she didn’t like to fight, a principle she lived by, she knew that, but while there, the blonde grew to protect children, having her use her ninja skill if needed. Approaching a village, it took little to deduce two ninja clans, one human and the other feline were at war, having Maki debate if she wanted any part of it, but as she started to fade into the brush, cries of a little baby called to her, awakening that instinct again, prompting her to run in,

As she entered the battle, a voice, that could be her old thinking was at the blonde’s ear, asking why she was breaking her vow yet again? Maki couldn’t think about that, all she had on her mind was the child, having her fight unlike she fought before, trying to reach the kid. Though the battle didn’t concern her, a fact she told herself before she heard the child, some of the feline warriors fought well, well enough to respect, if they weren’t attempting to kill her. Drawing closer to the little one, a ninja in all white and had an eye patch over his scarred right eye appeared, having her set her stance as he set his.

Studying his eye, it wasn’t lost on the woman he might be doing the same, letting plans for the opening attack to flow through her mind. Seeing the feline throw a kick to one of her legs had instincts dictate the other to block his strike, setting off a chain, which Maki held him off well. While fighting this cat guy, the young woman had to admit his skills were sharp, driving her fire and having a few good blows land, but as they fought, Maki felt a blow on the back of her neck, bringing her to her knees, knocking her out.

Burning a hole through his fellow clansman, a cat like howl fell from the woman’s opponent, telling all he wasn’t pleased with the interference. His eye and the howl said all, he wanted to beat his clan mate for his action, but in a way, the cries of the child overrode that, having the feline on all fours, racing into the burning hut to get the baby. While true, the two clans were at war, the feline clan had a code when little ones were involved, they never come to harm, hence why he saved it. Though he know the baby would be sent to a temple to be raised, the woman’s resolve to save it was honorable, having the ninja look back at Maki.

As he gazed at her being loaded onto the wagon with the other prisoners, something sparked within him, letting an alien feeling stir in him. It wasn’t love, not by a long shot, because taking a human female for a mate was forbidden, he knew this. It took little to guess her fate would be death, the headmaster’s order for every human, a sentence he spoke out about, ending up with the scar, but in a way, he didn’t wish for her death. While taking the child to a nearby temple, thoughts began wandering around, trying to figure out why he felt that way, coming up with nothing, but he came up with a way to get her off death’s road.

Though it hasn’t been used in years, the custom of taking a girl under his wing, having her live in the same hut with him was an option. She wouldn’t be a wife, concubine or slave, Maki would retain her free will, but be out of danger and under his protection, which may suit her better than death. Getting back to the village, little needed saying the human’s fate had been already decided, making Maki’s opponent run to the pin area on all fours. As he got there, he told the guard that he would relieve him for a few minutes and after the guard left, he entered the area, taking off his hood.

When Maki’s eyes locked on his, she knew he was the warrior who fought her, having her want to bow, but maybe anger over not knowing what happen the baby got to her, letting, “WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CHILD, DID YOU KILL IT?!” rolled from her lips in a scream. Even though she never cared too much for kids back home, something she didn’t hide there, something changed when she got to that realm and started her journey, letting the blonde’s heart open. Unsure why the feeling came over her, watching him come to her, Maki sensed that the feline saved the little one, but she had no idea why the conclusion came her way, making, “Thank you…” exit as she bowed.

“True, some of us hate humans and yes, we are at war with the clan you aided, but we DO NOT murder children!” came from the feline’s mouth sternly before preening his light brown fur on his hand. Thinking to the fight the woman put up, it impressed the cat how the human moved and was able to keep up with him, having Rakiath look at the blonde respectfully. He knew based on that fact alone, he needed to get Maki out of danger, prompting him to go see the headmaster and tell him he wanted to adopt her. True, every fiber of the cat’s being told him the head of the clan would have a fit, probably cough a hairball up or worse, scar his other eye, something he’d ready to defend against, but she didn’t need to die.

Watching the cat person leave, many things began creeping through her mind, having the blonde ponder her fate. She wasn’t blind to the fact that the feline clan may execute her, something the ninja heard they do, even before the ninja who came to telling her about the child, letting ice hit her spine. Maki didn’t wish for death, she wanted to get home, continue her training, probably have children too, that went without saying, getting plans on escaping to form. As she worked on a plan, she couldn’t explain it, but as she watched her opponent leave, she got the feeling he wanted to help her, a feeling that eased her in a way, though, “Why would he?” could be heard in Maki’s head, leaving the blonde to sit in the cage, pondering that subject.

Coming to the headmaster’s dwelling, Rakiath knew he would be fighting an uphill battle with the feline, making him scratch his ear with his foot while planning his words. Everyone knew the leader wasn’t well, people would be blind not too, a fact the feline warrior admitted freely, but he knew it wouldn’t be an easy task to ask to adopt the woman. If anyone of the aids came by, Rakiath would need to treat the human blonde like a slave, a prospect not sitting well with him, making him want to howl. Though still not really taking to the idea, “Perhaps explaining what she’d need to do if that happens would be best.” came to mind, trying to have it go down easier, but it didn’t.

Entering the hut, a warm bow addressed the headmaster, but every fiber of the cat ninja felt uneasy, prompting him not to lose eye contact with the old cat. There was no reason to deny Rakiath still had trouble finding the right way to ask to adopt the blonde, having a sigh pass his lips before, “I know we’ve had disagreements in the past old one, however I’ve come to ask a favor.” flowed from his mouth as he watched for any reaction. Making note of anything that would warrant a defense, Rakiath’s words weren’t far from the truth, he was the one who helped the headmaster come to power, and the old man agreed to grant a favor in return, but, “Given that his mind is unbalanced, does he remember it?” went through the cat’s mind, hitting every corner as he licked the fur on his hand.

No words came from the old one, just an odd look shot Rakiath’s way. Sure, the headmaster remembered that the feline helped in his rise, his half gone mind wouldn’t forget that, making, “Do ask your favor and I may consider it.” left the graying furred feline’s mouth in a half crazed tone while he sipped tea. In his own way, the elder respected the ninja, that is to a point, but the patch over Rakiath’s eye made the half insane feline want to surface, forcing the headmaster to keep a stone expression. Taking a sip, waiting, he couldn’t deny wanting to yell something at the warrior to hurry an ask the thing, at the last minute he kept control.

Maki’s opponent still struggled finding words, it wasn’t anything he’d dance around before, he admitted that, but given the state of the clan leader, he needed to tread with caution. “Sir, I humbly request to invoke an old tradition and adopt someone to take under my wing.” flowed from his lips while studying his leader, not losing eye contact. There was no doubt the old feline may do something once he knew who Rakiath picked, he didn’t need to guess, having the cat ready before, “That human blonde in red, I pick her to take in.” came out without thinking about it, putting his guard up for whatever unbalanced words that maybe flung.

Perhaps hearing the word “human” in the same sentence as “take in” did it or just knowing a human escape being killed, a decree he took pride in, but whatever triggered it sent the tea cup to the floor, breaking it as, “You want to defy me?! You wish to take in a human female and possibly pass our secrets?!” bled from the elder’s mouth in a fit of insanity. In his state, this would prompt ways to injure Rakiath more or even kill him, which had the headmaster stand on all fours ready to strike, but found one of the ninja’s swords at his throat, forcing him to grant the favor rather than die.

The blonde’s feline opponent turned savior knew the risks of such an action, the way a sigh left him proved that, but he expected as such. There wasn’t doubt his leader may try to resin the request, his actions a second ago told that, having plans form to take the young woman to his hut in the mountains, a place the old fool would find hard to get too. Licking his arm fur as he went to release Maki, he knew she may not like the idea of looking like and acting a slave girl should the headmaster sent an aid to poke around, but she had to know her safety was high on his mental list, which he’d explain once she was away from there. As he unlocked the cage, “You’re free, but come with me.” left Rakiath’s mouth as he escorted Maki from the building to a waiting carriage, helping her on it.

While getting on it, “Where is he taking me?” among other things came to her, having Maki want to ask, something, probably common sense told her this wasn’t the time, making her save her questions. Once underway and out of the village, “Why did you help me?” bled from her mouth softly, trying to gather what just went on, the subject of which stumped her. Oh, she didn’t want to sound ungrateful, she didn’t know how to thank him enough, but the blonde wanted to know the reason the feline did what he did, having the woman look at Rakiath. She couldn’t deny feeling like he wanted something from her, months in that realm she saw cases of that, getting her defenses back up, but another feeling came over her, telling Maki he just wanted to help out of respect for her, getting a slight smile to appear.

Still watching the road, “I did it because, well, no human has been able to fight me the way you did and I respect that. Most of all though, our headmaster’s decree is one I do not agree with.” flooded out sincerely as the feline ninja licked his free paw. While that came to light, he attempted to find words to explain how she’d need to appear if anyone came around, failing at first, having a sigh exit. It went without saying Rakiath had to tell Maki had to look like he made her a slave, subservient to him in every way, that much he admitted to, but how it sounded gave him a bad feeling. Perhaps the gods came to his side, aiding him in the words, because, “To keep you from death, I adopted you, meaning you’ll live with me and retain your freedom. HOWEVER, if the headmaster sends an aid to sniff around, you’ll need to look like I’ve broken you.” emptied, trying not to sound negative, but a chill climbed the cat’s spine, putting his fur on end.

As she heard that, it stood to reason why it needed to seem like she had to look the part, that wasn’t the question. What had things go around Maki’s mind were the duties she may need to do, making, “What would be asked of me?” to spill out in a concerned way, hoping he wouldn’t make her do anything too outlandish. Even though she would rather not think of it, “If we need to have sex to show I’m his, then ..” rifled through Maki’s head like a bullet, getting her ready to ask that. She didn’t mean to have this next question sound ungrateful, she was glad to be “free”, so to speak, and if need be she’d do the task, but the blonde had to know, having, “Will I need to sleep with you if those people nose around?” fell from her lips in a semi normal tone, but it felt slimy. Oh, Maki felt like that could’ve been worded better, everything pointed to that, the words just weren’t there.

He wouldn’t lie to her and say it may not be needed, parts of Rakiath knew they might, making, “If the headmaster sends people, we may need to prove things, so maybe.” exited the feline’s mouth calmly, but to be honest, he wasn’t sure how human females made love. It wasn’t without saying that the cat ninja was an idiot, he knew the gist of nature and pregnancy for felines took a few weeks, but humans were different, having an odd look come about his face. True, asking about the subject did float through his mind, forming the question, something the cat admitted, however, no matter what way he played it in his head, it sounded off, having Rakiath look away.

Though the blonde couldn’t see his face, the silence spoke volumes,