The Legend of Omega

It has been many many centuries since the last war was fought over the weapons of legend. It was said that it ended when the two weapons collided into one destroying all life in the area of the clash, leaving a crater near Mt. Fuji. Much progress had been made since that time of war, computers and advanced technology ust starting to be created, but there was a heavy lack of firearms or weapons other then melee, perhaps it was the world still not growing tired of the old ways. It's now a strange world which has slowly learned of acceptance as the existence of vampires, and even werewolves being a common phenomena and have been approved by many governments across the world to no longer be a threat. The hunting for them ceased although there are many religious groups which still hold deep hatred for what they call demons. In fact, many nations leader's are either a vampire, werewolf, and in Malaysia one is even a malfested, one of the few left in the world; A malfested being a person tainted by one of the weapons of legend.

Asides from the occasional war, and the sometimes high crime rates, the earth is almost at peace, or it seemed to be so. In the past months now the area around Mt. Fuji seemed to have been giving off a strange energy. Locals acclaimed it to the ghosts of the dead from Aokigahara, the Sea of Trees, but perhaps there is more to it.

Avert your idea of time to the present now as we take a look upon the southern coast of Japan, near a long cape where a cruise line was about to take off. The ships destination is to go around the islands of old which are claimed to be haunted, yes it is clear that the whole thing is just a tourist attraction, but this is the sort of thing our young girl, Nami Nihime, is wanting to spend her time. She enjoys reveling in the mysteries of the world, but she herself is a very timid girl, easily frightened, but she never has seemed to be afraid of the supernatural for an odd reason. She stood upon the bow of the ship now as she looked upon the long cape just off the shore. The cape was said to house the ghost of a poor girl who committed suicide tragically as the cape was a popular suicide spot, so much so that there were nets around it to prevent people from jumping.

She smiled and gave a small wave towards the cape as if she could communicate with whatever was there although clearly nothing was in sight. She began to walk away from the bow, wanting to find her room for the trip, and on the way avoiding every person she passed, looking at her feet, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Yes she certainly was very timid, scared of any stranger and she even jumped when the Captains voice came on over the speaker system announcing the boat was ready to depart.

The bellows sang their wheezing tune as fire hot as hell itself blazed hotter and hotter. Sweat dripped from his muscular frame as he pounded his hammer time and again against the midnight black metal upon his anvil. For nigh 100 days and nights he had slaved upon the metal forming it inch by inch into a weapon of pure devastation...a weapon of war. His hammer fell once more with a clang that rivaled the roar of dragons. The water squelched and steamed as he quenched the thirsty metal. Pulling the blade from the water he inspected his work with a keen eye looking for any imperfections. He knew there were none but he checked nonetheless he wanted his work to be perfect, nay it HAD to be perfect, anything less and he would fail before his journey even began. He placed the giant blade upon a specialized crafting table and inlaid it with special runes infusing each with his own inner chi, claiming the blade and making it his own. The runes were inscribed with a mixture of herbs and his own blood which caused the black blade to dance with occasional streaks of living red lightning. He attached the blade to a hilt made of a special red metal mined from the very mountains he had trained his entire life upon. The hilt was inlaid with gold and the two handed grip was a strong treated leather. He picked up the blade and felt the raw power of the blade resonating within him.

He emerged from the bellows at last and squinted as the sunlight burned his eyes. He walked over to a patch of trees, they grew hearty and thick upon the mountains, and swung his mighty sword felling not only the one in front of him but several behind as if they were paper. An old wizened man appeared behind him a smile on his weathered face. "You have exceeded even my wildest expectations Shouju...your training is now complete....you must go now to the area around Mount Fuji there you will find the answers to that which you seek. Fuji turned and bowed to his master and set off without a word being said. He knew what lay ahead of him and he knew that the journey would be long and difficult but he, Shouju Yakumori would not fail. He had come too far to fail so soon.

After a few days travel he finally came upon the boat that would take him to his destination. He boarded the boat and immediately found his room and settled in.

Narruz rolled over the fallen log, barely breaking stride as he neared the edge of the woods. Nobody was around, ever around in these parts. He was hiking north to his goal, after a legend. Legend and folklore, myth and tales, rumor and reign. He rolled his wrist and let his yoyo slide down and hover near the forest path's floor before flicking his wrist to pull it back up, whistling an old tune as he kept a steady pace. Most of his fellow werewolves might not know it as well as he did, but he liked "Pop Goes The Weasel".

He paused as he heard something nearby, flicking his ears and sniffing the air before continuing on. "Just an animal. Heh. Animal. Manimal? Mammal? Mam? Sir! Hehehehehe. Sword of power, blade of might, none will call me runt no more! Not once I get what I'm lookin' for." Turning his wrist to look at his yoyo again, he made sure the runes were still in place. One layered on top of another, in sequence. No sane mind would ever fight with a yoyo and... Well, Narruz certainly didn't fall into that category. Every other werewolf made sure to wear pants when they went into town. Every other person made sure to wear pants when they wore suspenders at least, but Narruz was definitely different.

He reached town in a few short minutes, heading straight for the docks. "The ship ship ship on the sea sea sea. Gonna take me to~ my des-ti-ny." Many people gave him strange looks from his short song, even as he boarded. "Oh~ Destiny I see, sea ship!"

As the last few people entered onto the ship it began it's voyage towards the first island on the tour. It would be a day in length to arrive at the first island, so Nami had decided to spend some time exploring some of the ship as she continued carrying a small suitcase round with her. She held the suitcase in front of her in a very girly fashion as she stopped here and there to watch for a few moments on what each group of people were doing. She never really felt lonesome as shes spent most of the last years by herself, but she did wish she wasn't completely along, but still, not jealous of those around her. She continued on her way around the ship before she decided to settle down after an hour at the lunch buffet area of the mid deck as she found a small table to herself near the edge so she could view the cape slowly fade into the distance.

Shouju became restless so he decided to wander the ship. To his surprise it was even bigger than he had guessed. He walked over to the railing and watched as they departed from the only place he had ever known as home. He cut an impressive figure at 6'11" wrapped in a dusty cloak the large blade hidden beneath a wound bandage upon his back. He must have looked like a challenge because immediately a group of thugs moved in and began to harass him .

"Ey there...this heres my spot...I claimed it..." , said the tall lanky one in the center of the group. He grabbed Shouju by the shoulder and pushed him a bit to the side. Shouju righted himself and completely ignored the slight and kept watching the bay in peace. This angered the lanky one , he didn't like being ignored. He tossed his long hair over his shoulders which was immediately followed by each of his gang members doing the same. "Hey!...Im talkin to you assfuck...I said...this is my spot...dont you dare ignore me." Shouju continued to act as if he wasn't even aware he was being talked to. this angered the thug greatly who rose to his full height, exactly seven feet, and tried to stare down Shouju. "I said....IM TALKING TO YOU....SHORTY!"

Time seemed to stop as the last word echoed in Shouju's head. He was very sensitive about his height being just an inch short of seven feet. It was one of the only things that could prod him to act in anger. Calmly he reached behind him and unsheathed his blade bringing it in front of him as it unwrapped on its own, bandage falling to the floor. The moment h touched the blade Shouju seemed to transform from his mild mannered self into an insane crazed being. The gentle look in his eyes was replaced by one who's sanity had long since left him for his lawyer suing him for all he had, nothing left to lose, yea that kind of crazy. He spoke up in an equally crazed voice. "DO NOT...MAKE FUN...OF MY HEIGHT!!!!!!!!!!"

The thug laughed as he saw the giant blade. "Look fellas....hes got a giant shaving razor...what is he gonna do give us a hair cut..." The thugs laughed but quickly their laughter died off as a high pitched laugh over powered theirs. It was shouju's. He looked at them with the same crazed look and with a smile that would scare even the craziest clown. "Exactly...." He swung the giant razor as if it was as light as its normal sized counterpart and made quick work of the thugs. 'MAYBE A LITTLE OFF THE TOP??? AHAHAHAHAHA" As the dust fell shouju had replaced the blade in its wrapping and returned to normal resuming his look across the bay. The now bald thugs ran away crying about their hair and screaming about a monster. After that everyone gave Shouju a wide berth.

During the noise that was being made Nami had turned to look towards where it was coming from, and upon seeing such a large man being so ferociously strong she drew a sweat. "Wow...he is powerful.." She said as she gribbed her suitcase nervously. She suddenly thought he noticed her looking at him, so she quickly looked away in a blush back towards the cape. "Many interesting, uh, people aboard this cruise..." She thought to herself as she tried to not fall to her curiosity to look towards the large man once again.

Narruz was hanging upside-down from the railing of the ship, his yoyo wrapped around the railing bar. He looked up when he heard the scream, looking up and down the deck to find out where it came from. He grinned and rolled back over the railing as he started singing again, getting tangled in his own yoyo on the way. "Baldy-maker! Big razor, blue sea ship rock, see? See baldy run!"

By the time he untangled himself from his yoyo, the space around the big guy with the big razor had cleared and left him alone. A line of people had also left the dining area, letting Narruz smell the fresh settings for the food placed out at the buffet. "Food, free! Munchie me! Nom nom steak and cheese!" He turned and went to the buffet as quickly as he could, suddenly hungry now that he could smell it.

The new presence of the werewolf, and how he both acted and looked, frightened Nami. She quivered in her seat as she again squeezed her tiny suitcase as if it were her child as she attempted to focus on her food. Hearing him speak caused her to look his way every now and then as she commented about himself to herself, "What a strange man.." She suddenly tensed up as another patron walked by, no harm whatsoever, but her natural fear came upon as the patron passed by. "...a vampire...I guess every color is on the ship..." she thought to herself as she looked beyond the cape once more, taking another glance at the man with the razor.

Yanagi had toured the boat a bit but was hungry. The boat was filled with the known ones. She was just following a scent on the wind. Her master's scent. He had gone searching for something old and dangerous. She decided to follow. She walked into the dining area and noticed both the large man and the crazy werewolf.

"Hmm well they're interesting." Yanagi said to herself. She noticed the girl sitting by herself she seemed scared "Poor thing maybe she could use some company." As she walked over to the girl she was watched by every man in the room. Her tight black form fitting suit showed her curves in all the right places. He hair went down to her shapely ass that all the men seemed to be staring at. Her skin was pale and her slitted amber eyes shimmered with kindness.

"Hey sweet heart you ok? You seem really scared." she said in a kind voice with a warm smile on her face as she approached the girl. 'Poor thing she looks like she's gonna jump outta her skin.'

Gripping her suitcase, Nami spoke back softly to the girl, but did not have a hesitation of fear from her. "My first time on such a vessel...Just nervous I guess." SHe lied as she faked a smile while attempting to read this new girl to see what she after. "Ummm," She began nervously as she braced fpr any sort of anger response. "Are you um...not human?" She asked as her usual fears came crawling back."Sorry..." She said as she turned her head away embarrassed, thinking she had insulted her in some way.

Yanagi shook her head and smiled. She put her hand beneath Nami's chin and had her look her in the eyes.

"You are very astute my dear. You're correct i'm not human but i am also not one of the more well known non-humans." she smiled warmly.

"I'm Yanagi and i'm not gonna hurt you. In fact if you need me to i'll protect you. Just don't fake smile." she said softly.

"Well um.." She began nervously. "It's not that I need protection, but I would like some company on this trip as was getting quite lonesome.." She said as she looked into her eyes again. "And...you feel trustworthy." She said as her nervousness cleared up a bit as she tried to show off a bit of her psychic power.

Yanagi smiled. The girl had some power she felt and smelled.

"Ok i can do that. Again i'm Yanagi. I wont tell you what i am i'll let you figure it out. You can call me Nee-chan if you want."

Yanagi realized she was rambling. Then she realized she didn't know the girl's name.

"Sorry about that i tend to ramble at times. I don't believe i ever got your name."

"Oh...yes, um, my name is Nami Nahime." She said as she shuffled her feet. "But I'll call you Yanagi, for now." She said carefully. Just because she felt safe, doesnt meant she was. Nami is used to keeping herself on her toes, but even at this moment she'd do anything to be surrounded by the spirits of the dead, where she is most at peace.

"Nami huh? what a beautiful name." She giggled a little. "Are you at home on the water then Nami?"

Yanagi knew Nami was still scared but she would be gentle. She sat down across from the girl and ate the snack she had grabbed and waited for her answer.

"No, not exactly..." She said as she looked away towards the island which was to be the cruise's first stop. "I'll be more at home on these haunted islands.." She said as added, "Sorry if that sounds freakish." She felt like she said something wrong so she went silent for a small while.

Yanagi cocked an eye brow. The girl had said she'd be more at home on the haunted islands?

"So are you some form of medium then?" Yanagi asked as she saw how quiet the girl got.

"Don't worry sweetheart i won't judge remember i'm not human."

"I guess that is correct," She started to say before she chimed in, "I did always refer to myself as more of a psycho-kinetic, but thats... never mind, I'm getting too into it." She said as she attempted to cover up any sort of talk that could prove she could handle herself in a fight. "What are, um, if you don't mind, looking for with this cruise trip?" She asked nervously.

A small child entered the room. She was so tiny she went unnoticed by just about everyone who couldn't smell her. Pushing her way through the sea of people she found a girl with a suitcase. "Hey, hey, scuze me lady." Nippa tugged on the stranger's clothes. "What's in here?" Before the girl could stop her, Nippa unlatched the suitcase. The little girl had beautiful pink hair as long as she was tall, and her big blue eyes were wide with curiosity. She was ridiculously, and inhumanly adorable.

Nami's eyes widened as her suitcase opened. Nothing fell out as it's contents were held tightly among the suitcase. She quickly grabbed it's end and tried her best to keep it closed. After a fumble or to she finally got it closed again as she continuously blushed. One may have been able to see her conents, or a few of them. A strange wooden or ivory handle, and a metallic ring the diameter of the suitcase. "D-don't do that little girl!" She said hastily as she held the suitcase close to her.

Tears welled up in those huge sweet eyes, and Nippa ran crying from the room shouting "Meaaaaaaaanie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A few minutes after Nippa left, a man came sauntering in. He was extremely attractive, but his face was drenched in worry. He looked around quickly and saw the same girl Nippa bothered. He approached "Excuse me ladies, but did you happen to see a little girl run through here?" His pink eyes sang the song of his distress, as he pushed a bit of blue hair from his face.

With an almost pouting face Nami spoke up, "Yes, she came through here....quite a....active lil girl." She said as she held her suitcase tightly, afraid of this new person on the scene. "I-is she your daughter?" She asked trying to keep her cool.

Norimasa blushed "No, she's my um...sister." He said, embarrassed. "I really hope I don't look that old." he stated honestly. "My apologies for any trouble my sister may have caused you, she's kind of uncontrollable at times. "Norimasa rubbed the back of his head. "That's an interesting suitcase you have there. May I inquire as to what's in it?"

"No." She said defensively and suddenly losing all fear for a moment. She was more afraid of what people would think of her with the contents then concentrating on her usual fears. She began looking towards Yanagi with a sad look on her face. "It's just personal stuff." She said as she caused herself to blush to falsely acclaim it to be womanly things.

"That's ok, I like personal stuff." Norimasa replied with a serious look on his face. He then leaned in really close to her face and whispered "I actually love personal stuff." He moved back to a respectful distance. "I am Norimasa, what are your names?"