Post by gaiamegu64 on Aug 29, 2016 19:30:28 GMT -5
I..am not that great of a writer. This was proofread and edited by someone else, and it's pretty obvious I'm struggling with some words and phrases.
Anyway, I found out about Senran Kagura New Wave around let's say early last year. It's such a mystery to me. There are a lot of characters, moreso than the main games, and even more gimmicky and otaku pandering than the main games, with very little info on it. Seeing some of the teams made me go 'Wow that's...kinda silly. dumb at worst.'
And then I got back into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and saw a few of the toys in the toyline, and I thought: Why not combine the two?! Combine two ridiculous series together to make a ridiculous crossover?
And so I made this. It's a B grade story at best, but screw it, I worked too long on this. So here you go.
The plane ride was amazingly uneventful given the crazy couple of months she had. Yoshimitsu had gotten so used to Youma attacks and Shinobi training that she forgot what it was like just to relax. Luckily, their teacher gave the entire team a month off, partly because of their excellent job working with their rival school in defending the city, but mostly because said city was turned to shit from the Youma. Not only did they not have a place to stay, the sheer quantity of Youma blood had begun to taint the area, and the last thing anyone needed were a group of Youma made out of dead or weak minded Shinobi. And so she and her team went back to their separate countries; Ageha went to some city in Mexico, Tsubame went to Russia, Meimei China, and lastly for her she was on a plane ride to Manhattan with her friend and classmate Matsuri.
"It's been so long," Yoshimitsu thought as she looked out the window of the plane. "I never get tired of a good bird's eye view." It had been five long years since she left America. She never would have guessed some school dare would put her on the path to becoming a Shinobi. She spent so much time in the city underground; hiding from enemy Shinobi, running for her life from whatever decided to use the sewers as their home, and honing her senses just by living near shit infested waters with her sensei and his sons.
"I am soooo glad I was too dumb to realize what he made me swim in," she thought with a laugh. "I've done pretty good for myself." She couldn't wait to show the guys the new her. A pimple-faced little Japanese-Caucasian girl with a penchant for getting her braces stuck to magnets was now a bouncy blonde G-cup. Her blonde hair finally lost its dry, ratty texture and, thanks to years of proper care (and actually using shampoo), had become silky smooth and soft to the touch. It reached down to her hips, and she was pretty proud of it, except for the three large cowlicks sticking out the top of her head. No matter what she did - cut them off, tape them to her head, or glue them - they always stood tall, rain or shine, scissors or glue.
Her friend Matsuri, a Japanese-American just like her, had a more natural beauty to her, fitting her Native American heritage; coffee brown skin, wide golden eyes that showed her innocence, dark brown hair with two braids that hung down to her E-cup breasts. Shunmaka, her Shinobi Spirit, was tucked nicely between her breasts, though, judging by how much those large mounds were moving from Matsuri's nervous fidgeting, he was not having a good time in there.
"Sooo," Matsuri said nervously, twiddling her thumbs. "Are ya still mad at me?"
"Hell yeah, I am !" The preparation for the trip had gone so well, too. "What the fuck were you thinking?!"
The day before, Ageha had taken both girls out for a long trip to the mall, the one that was still intact. Many of the shopkeepers gave them plenty of discounts, or just flat out gave them the stuff for free. It helps to be an incredibly attractive woman in a store full of men. The results of the shopping trip turned out pretty well. Yoshimitsu came out with a blue t-shirt and baggy pants, while Matsuri came out with a midriff-showing brown top and a long skirt; two pretty tasteful outfits.
When Ageha asked why she chose those clothes, and why she made Matsuri buy the skirt and top, Yoshimitsu replied, "Getting stabbed by your knives during training hurts enough already. I don't want to get shot for giving some creep the wrong impression." Bullets weren't any real danger to a Shinobi, but they still hurt like a bitch! So on the day of the airport trip, Ageha took the two of them to a spa to make sure that when they got off that plane, everyone's eyes would be on them. Even Matsuri enjoyed the attention, though it probably helped that a lot of the treatments required the two to be naked. The Native-American girl had to be fought many times to put on some damn clothes every morning. So the two girls said goodbye to their friends and headed to the airport. They got through the crowds, got their tickets, and were about to board the plane.
...When Matsuri completely lost it.
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"Miss, get off the metal detector!" The airport official yelled, as Matsuri stared at him, tomahawk in hand. The soon-to-be passengers ran in fear, some calling the police on their phones while others were on Twitter recording the crazy foreigner. "We're just going to move this stick over your body to detect for contraband! We won't touch-" He jumped out of the way when Matsuri threw her tomahawk, the weapon cracking the ground he used to stand on.
"Oh my god." Yoshimitsu stared, jaws hanging open as two agents bought up a ladder to try to bring her down, only for the dark skinned girl to sucker punch the officer on top, knocking them both over. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, MATSURI?!"
"PROTECTING MY VIRGINITY!" Matsuri shouted, jumping onto the officers tits first and wailing on them. "I'VE SEEN THE TABLOIDS, THEY'LL TAKE ME IN THE BACK ROOM AND DO BAD THINGS TO ME!"
"No we wouldn't!" The officer managed to get out through his busted lip and injured face. "I'm just doing my-"
The next punch knocked the man out.
"As for you," Matsuri said to the guy under the officer. She picked the unconscious officer up …
"NO, PLEASE!"
… and slammed the two men together, hard, before giving Yoshimitsu a big happy grin. "Our virginities are protected! You won't have to worry about these molesters!"
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The shinobi officials working at the airport acted fast, suppressing all the information and erasing the memories of everyone in the vicinity. Since they were going to a Neutral Zone, the officials took the girls' scrolls and weapons, disarming Matsuri for the multiple assault charges, and Yoshimitsu for not stopping her. They also took their clothes to check for any hidden weapons or scrolls, and gave them ugly looking puke green t-shirts and shorts, with dark green sandals.
"I don't get it," Matsuri said to herself, resembling a puppy who knows it did something wrong. "Ageha said if anyone touched me like that, I should pound them into the pavement. Why'd they take our stuff? My grandma's stuff was in some of those scrolls!"
"How did you get into this country then?"
"I swam here! All the way from Massechoossis!"
"Massachusetts," Yoshimitsu corrected. Honestly if it wasn't for the fact she was better than anyone on their team at outdoor survival and spirit summoning, she would have been expelled a long time ago. "Look, I won'y say a word about that little incident, but do it again, and I'll tell Tsubame on you. You know how she feels about you since you crashed her bike."
"That wasn't my fault! MeiMei's bombs hurt!"
"You shouldn't have been raiding her panty drawer in the first place! That edible underwear was an exception, not the rule! And it was a gag gift I bought her!" Yoshimitsu sighed. "I just wanna know why we had to sign to go into a Neutral Zone. I never had to do that for any other state."
"Hasn't New York always been a Neutral Zone? Matsuri asked. "My grandma taught me all about those zones. They're hard to set up. Maybe it's always been one and you haven't noticed?"
"No way. I've fought enough ninja there to know it isn't a neutral zone. Something's up."
"I'm glad you feel that way. I thought I was the only one who noticed something was wrong." Yoshimitsu's eyes widened. She turned to find Matsuri staring back at her, an uncharacteristic focus on her face as she began using sign language to speak. "Neutral Zones only form when government officials and Shinobi representatives from both sides agree to a truce. And from what I remember, there was only one officially recognized clan active in the state." 'Matsuri' let out scoff. "Though I use the term 'clan' very loosely. You've trained in New York, right? Surely you've heard of 'The Grater' right? I was one of his former spirit animals before his divorce and exile."
Yoshimitsu realized what happened. Shunmaka had possessed Matsuri. That only happened when Matsuri did something so dangerous she couldn't get herself out of trouble, or when something dangerous was about to happen and Matsuri, being the stealthiest member of the team, needed to hide her chakra. And, seeing as how he didn't stop his master from making a fool of herself and was resorting to using her body for sign language, meant some serious shit was about to go down. "I know someone that might be related to the Grater, I think. But he shouldn't have the power to establish a Neutral Zone! Last I checked, he was scrounging for cash using runaway kids as a wannabe gang army. Hell, his Shinobi turnover looked like a bad Halloween outfit!" She laughed at the memories of the Shinobi in the samurai styled outfit(conveniently leaving out the fact he nearly killed her and her friends everytime they fought). "I don't think he even had a scroll!"
"He's moved up in the world it seems," Shunmaka noted, Matsuri's face showing a sense of nostalgia. That was one thing about Shunmaka none of the girls liked. He knew things, a lot of things due to his very,very old age, but he was very picky about what he told the girls, telling them enough so that they could figure out whatever problem they have themselves, but never giving a straight answer. "Far from the days when his greatest feat was beating up his daughter. That is all I can tell you, however. My summoning contract included a non disclosure agreement, to protect the secrets of the Shinobi that summoned me. He hasn't broken our agreement, so I cannot tell you a lot about him."
"Thank you" Yoshimitsu said sarcastically. "You're always sooo help-" She blinked. "Hey, hold the phone." She held the tiger charm up to her head. "You knew him? You were his Shinobi Spirit?!"
"I was one of them," Shunmaka signed with one of Matsuri's hands, using the other to reclaim his physical vessel. "He had a rhino and pig with him as his main attacking force. I was the spy, scouting out the area so Grater could move freely in an area. Everything I've taught to him, I taught to Matsuri."
"I see." Yoshimitsu signed. "So that's where those two idiots came from." She thought. "So, quick question. why did you possess her? Anything bad enough that you need to fight would probably break the plane and kill itself from the fall."
"You are correct." Shunmaka signed. "There are only two Shinobi on board, Chunin in the cargo, along with something else..Urghh!." He put Matsuri's hand to her head, rubbing it softly. "It's taking all my power just to keep Matsuri's Chakra network from overloading. It seems my former master has finally completed that little project of his."
"O-oh." Yoshimitsu looked up to the ceiling, poorly disguising her nervousness. Her body was twitching, and she was laughing nervously. "C-chakra overload, huh? Haha, that's terrible. All that Mutant crap wrecks a body good, I'll tell you that!"
"I never said anything about a Mutant."
Yoshimitsu let out an 'Eep!' "W-well, maybe this is a fluke! Yeah that's right! The guys can handle whatever that loser can dish out! And me and Matsuri can take our vacation! E-everything's good!"
Shunmaka looked out the window. "Nevermind, I think we'll be getting our answer soon. A kekkai is forming around the plane."
"SON OF A WHORE!" Yoshimitsu pressed her face against the window, her boobs squished against the glass. "Fucking hell..." The kekkai took the theme of a techno themed hallway. the pitch black walls had transparent pipe lined, with various liquids rushing through them like those tubes she saw at the bank that one time. There didn't seem to be a ceiling, rather there were metallic toriis that were grotesquely connected to the piping on the wall. The sky looked more like a large scrolling desktop background. She could see the inividual pixels on the sky as it moved, with yellow circles appearing periodically that had the symbol that Yoshimitsu despised with a great intensity: A red, three toed footprint. "What the fuck is this?! That walking cheese grater couldn't even do a substitution! How the hell can he pull this shit off?!"
"You seem to know a lot about him if you can recognize his kekkai."Shunmaka said. "I will get answers from you later, but for now, get ready to fight if that thing gets out of his cage"
"Fuck, I forgot about him" Yoshimitsu took in a deep breath. "That's...not gonna be likely. That Mutant back there? Yeah, I know which one it is, and if he gets in here, we're gonna die. Mutants and Shinobi don't exactly mix. Like, you're struggling now to keep Matsuri stable, but if Timmy gets within say, 45 feet of you, you're probably gonna be sent back to that charm, or worse. Not to mention mine and Matsuri's fighting styles don't work in cramped areas.
(Miss Jones is correct,) said a voice over the plane's intercom. Matsuri's face showing recognition for the voice. It was an elderly voice, Japanese accent shining through its world-weary tone. (Timothy is far too powerful for you without a Shinobi scroll boosting your power, Shunmaka.)
"So it was you," Shunmaka whispered. "I honestly didn't want to believe it, given your record for failure but it's true. You've done well for yourself. The last I heard you were using children to do your dirty work in an abandoned warehouse.
"
(That was from a darker time in my Evil career, I must admit. But times have changed. I've found an ally to help me. I have an army, a place in the government, and the best legal team in the country. I've finally have everything I've wanted. Well, almost everything.)
"Good for you." Yoshimitsu said sarcastically. "You're a Japanese George Jefferson, nice. Did you seriously hijack the plane just to tell me the good news?"
(Hehehhe. No, of course not. I'm just here to do my part to keep the Neutral Zone up and running. I have to make sure you remember the rules of the contract you and the Native American signed. Shinobi your age never read what you sign, after all.)
"Excuse me?" Shunmaka slowly turned Matsuri's head to Yoshimitsu, teeth bared. "What contract?"
Yoshimitsu gave him a big shaky smile. "Well, after they put us in these ugly outfits and interrogated us..."
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"Yoshimitsu, I hate all this paperwork!"
"Then get Shunmaka out of your boobs and have him do it for you! This is your damn fault, anyway!
"But I don't like it when he possesses me! It's so weird!"
"This is your fault! You do- you know what, screw it. I'll do it. The faster we get this done, the faster we get on the plan Move over. It's just the same shit we had to sign when we came to Japan, anyway."
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(You haven't changed a bit, Shadow. Impatient and impulsive, like always.)
When Shunmaka possesses Matsuri, the first thing he usually did to intimidate someone was show Matsuri's teeth...the teeth that, thanks to Shunmaka, were sharp and numerous, meant to tear the flesh of an animal. "The only reason I won't hit you is because Matsuri would probably stuff me in-between her cleavage for at least a day," Shunmaka said to the shaking blonde. "It's stupidity like this that makes me wish I was back with Matsuri's grandmother."
"I'm sorry! But I just wanted to get out of that stupid room! They did like three strip searches on me. It was like Katsuragi got cloned a dozen times and went to town on my supple teenage body!"
(And that's the reason I'm having this conversation with you. I knew you'd be stupid enough not to read what you put your name on. The Shinobi Contract dealing with off limit sites and how you perform your missions is mostly the same, but with one added stipulation, since you were coming to an American Neutral Zone.)
"And that was?"
(Hehehehe... For as long as you stay within the state of New York, you will not be able to use your weapons or scrolls for Tenshin during your stay, and that goes for your friend, too.)
"That's bullshit!" Yoshimitsu shouted, furiously jumping out of her seat, her breasts bouncing in agreement. "You can't do that! I don't know much about these Neutral Zones, but I do know that you can't seize a Shinobi's scrolls without a reason!"
"I'm guessing he does have a reason," Shunmaka pointed out. "I was too busy choking on her cleavage to stop her, but I did hear Matsuri's rampage and the charges being dropped. Given that we were going to a Neutral Zone, I'm guessing he received the information on what happened, given that he's the one who is in charge of the Neutral Zone, correct?"
(Yes. All data pertaining to Shinobi entering my territory goes through me, so I know everything you've been up to. As an aside, Miss Jones, I congratulate you and your school on staving off the Youma attack. That fool Dougen bit off far more than he could chew and it's because of him that I was able to make the Neutral Zone. You can take your complaints up with the Good Shinobi council at the embassy when you land, but given how they are, they might just arrest you two for wasting their resources.)
"Shit." Yoshimitsu sat back down. "So what else is there? Gonna turn another bug exterminator into a giant cockroach and sic him on me?"
(No nothing that crass.)
"Well come on spill it! How are you going to screw me over?"
(The inability to transform was it. Nothing else. In fact, I won't lay a hand on you whatsoever. If you run into my agents, they will not harm you..much to my chagrin)
"So you do have a sense of humor," Shunmaka said with a laugh. "But be serious: what do you really want? Everything you do, no matter how beneficial, ruins someone else."
(You are right. My plan, should it succeed, will bring ruin the continent. The only way for me to fail is if you go find your little radioactive training buddies and team up with for the upcoming fight.)
"What fight?"
(Let me give you a hint, Miss Jones. Hakuoh Academy challenged you to a fight with the winner taking the school of the defeated. You were given a wedgie by the youngest of their team, Ranmaru was it?)
"HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?!"
(My partner. All of the employees whose medical bills I've had to pay because of you had a good laugh at your humiliation. It was the funniest Shinobi Battle Royale I've seen since the legendary Hanzo first fought his wife.)
"Ahh a Shinobi Battle Royale. That does bring back memories."
("Indeed it does. I've dropped enough hints, so it should be fairly obvious what my plan is Miss Jones.)
"...I hate you," Yoshimitsu said in a huff. "But ok, I'll play your game. I'm up for another Shinobi Battle Royale. Me and Matsuri, we''ll just make our own scrolls. I know a guy. He trained me for most of my life, so he'd have no problem helping me~!" She stuck her tongue out. "So there!"
(And if you do that I'll just plant a little evidence that will have your friends declared traitors. I turned an entire state into a Neutral Zone, do you think such a thing isn't beyond my power?"
"Yoshimitsu twitched, grinding her teeth angrily. "So help me god, when I find you, I will shove that helmet of yours so far up your ass that you won't be able to shit ever again!"
(Hehehehe, I'll hold you to that. I've told you everything you need to know. If you excuse me, I have dinner to eat. Freshwater turtle meat and alligator innards. Goodbye) The intercom turned off as the kekkai disspated. Yoshimitsu and Shunmaka stared out the window to find themselves in a landfill of all places. The two heard the back of the plane being ripped open, followed by the sounds of two women, presumably the Chunin, screaming in terror as a loud warbling sound could be heard in conjunction with the women choking.
"Well isn't this delightful." Shunmaka said sarcastically, shuddering in revulsion as he felt the life force drain from those poor young girls. The lights of police cars could be seen in the night sky. "We should leave, now. Before I let Matsuri take control, there aren't any other 'Mutants' around here, right?"
"Not in this part of town," Yoshimitsu remarked, punching open the airplane window and violently shoving what she just heard and sensed in the cargo hold to the far, far reaches of her mind.. "My friends are Mutants though, but their Mutant Radiation is so low that it won't harm her. I'll tell you about them while we escape."
"I'll keep you to your word," Shunmaka said as Matsuri's eyes closed, her body going limp. A few seconds later her eyes opened again, and she was glaring angrily down at Shunmaka. "You-" Yoshimitsu put a hand over her mouth.
"Tit fuck the cat later. We need to get out of here before the cops find us! There were supposed to be people on here and I don't want another round of questioning with possible jail time!"
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The man on the intercom watched the girls escape the plane while he rode in the back of the limo, his spycam following them as they escaped undetected by the police and news crew that gathered at the plane.
"My old alma mater has taught them well," He thought, taking a sip of a strange, blue liquid that glowed as the limo passed the brightly lit city. He disabled the spycopter, not wanting to find the layer of his enemy yet.
"I was worried I would have to send a Mutant after them to chase them into the hideout of those wretched reptiles, but Miss Jones is already taking the initiative."
Dancer's Fan Academy, Hakuoh Girl's Academy, Tono Tengu Shinobi Alliance, Hebijo Clandestine Girl's Academy, and the Zodiac Guiding Star Association, home of the child that stole his money. Those were the 5 schools destined to meet in this city within the month, followed by his that were on the way to New York.. "And I'm just missing one more school." He took another sip of the liquid.
"Once Shadow Jones reaches the sewers and tells of my plan, those freaks and their rat master will have no choice but to join in the Battle Royale in order to stop me. Yoshi, whether your students win my little competition or die by the hands of the other Shinobi, I will come out as the victor."
The phone on his side began to ring, prompting him to pick it up. "This better be good ... WHAT!" He slammed the hand holding the liquid down on the floor, spilling it all over. "YOU FOOL! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING HIM!" ... "Urghh, fine. Keep him below ground until you can neutralize him. We cannot having those freaks finding out our plans before we put them on the other Shinobi's radar! ... Just get it done, Stinkman. Timothy has just arrived back from Japan. He will be with you shortly. Also, it seems he murdered his handlers, so get a cleaning crew to clean the flesh and bones off of him ... I do not care how messy he is, or what your name is, just GET IT DONE!" He slammed the phone down. "Incompetent fool. We can't have anything go wrong until the safety net is thoroughly in place." Just six more days...six more days until his endgame would begin, and North America will be under his full control.
And then he could pay back his debt to that putrid little pink blob.
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So many bright lights," Matsuri said in wonder as the two jumped from building to building, Matsuri moving her breasts up and down with Shunmaka wedged in the middle, begging for freedom. This was the way Matsuri punished her animal spirit: apply great pressure to his head with her breasts until he was spent.
"Get used to it, Matsuri," Yoshimitsu said as the two of them stopped on top of a large building. "We're gonna be here for a while, and it's all because of the man in that building." She pointed north to a large black building that went al the way to the sky. A large floating advertisement blimp had the symbol of a red, three toed footprint on it. "See that building?."
"Wow!" Matsuri jumped up and down in excitement, each jump causing her breasts to hit Shunmaka repeatedly. "That's like some supervillain building or something! Who owns it? Some kind of celebrity?"
"No." Yoshimitsu stared at the building blankly, her emotions unreadable. "That building...you must never go into that building, ever."
"Wait.." Matsuri finally stopped bouncing, much to Shunmaka's relief, as the Native American looked at the symbol on the blimp. "I recognize that foot thingie! My Grandma says it's the clan insignia of some loser who had his money stolen right from under his nose by his own kid! And he called himself The Grater!" She laughed loudly. "That''s such a stupid name!"
"Yeah, it is..." The blonde clenched her fists angrily at the sight of the building, an unusual harshness that was rarely, if ever seen in her eyes. "You guys were supposed to destroy that thing. What happened?"
"You ok, Yoshimitsu? you don't look too good. You know that Grater guy?"
"...Yeah." She began to walk away, motioning for her friend to follow. "Let's go. We got a long way to travel, I'll tell you on the way. And by the way, he's not the Grater, at least not anymore."
"Oh." The two reached the end of the building and jumped to the next one. "So what's he called now?"
"...The Shredder."[/align]
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Anyway, I found out about Senran Kagura New Wave around let's say early last year. It's such a mystery to me. There are a lot of characters, moreso than the main games, and even more gimmicky and otaku pandering than the main games, with very little info on it. Seeing some of the teams made me go 'Wow that's...kinda silly. dumb at worst.'
And then I got back into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and saw a few of the toys in the toyline, and I thought: Why not combine the two?! Combine two ridiculous series together to make a ridiculous crossover?
And so I made this. It's a B grade story at best, but screw it, I worked too long on this. So here you go.
The plane ride was amazingly uneventful given the crazy couple of months she had. Yoshimitsu had gotten so used to Youma attacks and Shinobi training that she forgot what it was like just to relax. Luckily, their teacher gave the entire team a month off, partly because of their excellent job working with their rival school in defending the city, but mostly because said city was turned to shit from the Youma. Not only did they not have a place to stay, the sheer quantity of Youma blood had begun to taint the area, and the last thing anyone needed were a group of Youma made out of dead or weak minded Shinobi. And so she and her team went back to their separate countries; Ageha went to some city in Mexico, Tsubame went to Russia, Meimei China, and lastly for her she was on a plane ride to Manhattan with her friend and classmate Matsuri.
"It's been so long," Yoshimitsu thought as she looked out the window of the plane. "I never get tired of a good bird's eye view." It had been five long years since she left America. She never would have guessed some school dare would put her on the path to becoming a Shinobi. She spent so much time in the city underground; hiding from enemy Shinobi, running for her life from whatever decided to use the sewers as their home, and honing her senses just by living near shit infested waters with her sensei and his sons.
"I am soooo glad I was too dumb to realize what he made me swim in," she thought with a laugh. "I've done pretty good for myself." She couldn't wait to show the guys the new her. A pimple-faced little Japanese-Caucasian girl with a penchant for getting her braces stuck to magnets was now a bouncy blonde G-cup. Her blonde hair finally lost its dry, ratty texture and, thanks to years of proper care (and actually using shampoo), had become silky smooth and soft to the touch. It reached down to her hips, and she was pretty proud of it, except for the three large cowlicks sticking out the top of her head. No matter what she did - cut them off, tape them to her head, or glue them - they always stood tall, rain or shine, scissors or glue.
Her friend Matsuri, a Japanese-American just like her, had a more natural beauty to her, fitting her Native American heritage; coffee brown skin, wide golden eyes that showed her innocence, dark brown hair with two braids that hung down to her E-cup breasts. Shunmaka, her Shinobi Spirit, was tucked nicely between her breasts, though, judging by how much those large mounds were moving from Matsuri's nervous fidgeting, he was not having a good time in there.
"Sooo," Matsuri said nervously, twiddling her thumbs. "Are ya still mad at me?"
"Hell yeah, I am !" The preparation for the trip had gone so well, too. "What the fuck were you thinking?!"
The day before, Ageha had taken both girls out for a long trip to the mall, the one that was still intact. Many of the shopkeepers gave them plenty of discounts, or just flat out gave them the stuff for free. It helps to be an incredibly attractive woman in a store full of men. The results of the shopping trip turned out pretty well. Yoshimitsu came out with a blue t-shirt and baggy pants, while Matsuri came out with a midriff-showing brown top and a long skirt; two pretty tasteful outfits.
When Ageha asked why she chose those clothes, and why she made Matsuri buy the skirt and top, Yoshimitsu replied, "Getting stabbed by your knives during training hurts enough already. I don't want to get shot for giving some creep the wrong impression." Bullets weren't any real danger to a Shinobi, but they still hurt like a bitch! So on the day of the airport trip, Ageha took the two of them to a spa to make sure that when they got off that plane, everyone's eyes would be on them. Even Matsuri enjoyed the attention, though it probably helped that a lot of the treatments required the two to be naked. The Native-American girl had to be fought many times to put on some damn clothes every morning. So the two girls said goodbye to their friends and headed to the airport. They got through the crowds, got their tickets, and were about to board the plane.
...When Matsuri completely lost it.
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"Miss, get off the metal detector!" The airport official yelled, as Matsuri stared at him, tomahawk in hand. The soon-to-be passengers ran in fear, some calling the police on their phones while others were on Twitter recording the crazy foreigner. "We're just going to move this stick over your body to detect for contraband! We won't touch-" He jumped out of the way when Matsuri threw her tomahawk, the weapon cracking the ground he used to stand on.
"Oh my god." Yoshimitsu stared, jaws hanging open as two agents bought up a ladder to try to bring her down, only for the dark skinned girl to sucker punch the officer on top, knocking them both over. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, MATSURI?!"
"PROTECTING MY VIRGINITY!" Matsuri shouted, jumping onto the officers tits first and wailing on them. "I'VE SEEN THE TABLOIDS, THEY'LL TAKE ME IN THE BACK ROOM AND DO BAD THINGS TO ME!"
"No we wouldn't!" The officer managed to get out through his busted lip and injured face. "I'm just doing my-"
The next punch knocked the man out.
"As for you," Matsuri said to the guy under the officer. She picked the unconscious officer up …
"NO, PLEASE!"
… and slammed the two men together, hard, before giving Yoshimitsu a big happy grin. "Our virginities are protected! You won't have to worry about these molesters!"
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The shinobi officials working at the airport acted fast, suppressing all the information and erasing the memories of everyone in the vicinity. Since they were going to a Neutral Zone, the officials took the girls' scrolls and weapons, disarming Matsuri for the multiple assault charges, and Yoshimitsu for not stopping her. They also took their clothes to check for any hidden weapons or scrolls, and gave them ugly looking puke green t-shirts and shorts, with dark green sandals.
"I don't get it," Matsuri said to herself, resembling a puppy who knows it did something wrong. "Ageha said if anyone touched me like that, I should pound them into the pavement. Why'd they take our stuff? My grandma's stuff was in some of those scrolls!"
"How did you get into this country then?"
"I swam here! All the way from Massechoossis!"
"Massachusetts," Yoshimitsu corrected. Honestly if it wasn't for the fact she was better than anyone on their team at outdoor survival and spirit summoning, she would have been expelled a long time ago. "Look, I won'y say a word about that little incident, but do it again, and I'll tell Tsubame on you. You know how she feels about you since you crashed her bike."
"That wasn't my fault! MeiMei's bombs hurt!"
"You shouldn't have been raiding her panty drawer in the first place! That edible underwear was an exception, not the rule! And it was a gag gift I bought her!" Yoshimitsu sighed. "I just wanna know why we had to sign to go into a Neutral Zone. I never had to do that for any other state."
"Hasn't New York always been a Neutral Zone? Matsuri asked. "My grandma taught me all about those zones. They're hard to set up. Maybe it's always been one and you haven't noticed?"
"No way. I've fought enough ninja there to know it isn't a neutral zone. Something's up."
"I'm glad you feel that way. I thought I was the only one who noticed something was wrong." Yoshimitsu's eyes widened. She turned to find Matsuri staring back at her, an uncharacteristic focus on her face as she began using sign language to speak. "Neutral Zones only form when government officials and Shinobi representatives from both sides agree to a truce. And from what I remember, there was only one officially recognized clan active in the state." 'Matsuri' let out scoff. "Though I use the term 'clan' very loosely. You've trained in New York, right? Surely you've heard of 'The Grater' right? I was one of his former spirit animals before his divorce and exile."
Yoshimitsu realized what happened. Shunmaka had possessed Matsuri. That only happened when Matsuri did something so dangerous she couldn't get herself out of trouble, or when something dangerous was about to happen and Matsuri, being the stealthiest member of the team, needed to hide her chakra. And, seeing as how he didn't stop his master from making a fool of herself and was resorting to using her body for sign language, meant some serious shit was about to go down. "I know someone that might be related to the Grater, I think. But he shouldn't have the power to establish a Neutral Zone! Last I checked, he was scrounging for cash using runaway kids as a wannabe gang army. Hell, his Shinobi turnover looked like a bad Halloween outfit!" She laughed at the memories of the Shinobi in the samurai styled outfit(conveniently leaving out the fact he nearly killed her and her friends everytime they fought). "I don't think he even had a scroll!"
"He's moved up in the world it seems," Shunmaka noted, Matsuri's face showing a sense of nostalgia. That was one thing about Shunmaka none of the girls liked. He knew things, a lot of things due to his very,very old age, but he was very picky about what he told the girls, telling them enough so that they could figure out whatever problem they have themselves, but never giving a straight answer. "Far from the days when his greatest feat was beating up his daughter. That is all I can tell you, however. My summoning contract included a non disclosure agreement, to protect the secrets of the Shinobi that summoned me. He hasn't broken our agreement, so I cannot tell you a lot about him."
"Thank you" Yoshimitsu said sarcastically. "You're always sooo help-" She blinked. "Hey, hold the phone." She held the tiger charm up to her head. "You knew him? You were his Shinobi Spirit?!"
"I was one of them," Shunmaka signed with one of Matsuri's hands, using the other to reclaim his physical vessel. "He had a rhino and pig with him as his main attacking force. I was the spy, scouting out the area so Grater could move freely in an area. Everything I've taught to him, I taught to Matsuri."
"I see." Yoshimitsu signed. "So that's where those two idiots came from." She thought. "So, quick question. why did you possess her? Anything bad enough that you need to fight would probably break the plane and kill itself from the fall."
"You are correct." Shunmaka signed. "There are only two Shinobi on board, Chunin in the cargo, along with something else..Urghh!." He put Matsuri's hand to her head, rubbing it softly. "It's taking all my power just to keep Matsuri's Chakra network from overloading. It seems my former master has finally completed that little project of his."
"O-oh." Yoshimitsu looked up to the ceiling, poorly disguising her nervousness. Her body was twitching, and she was laughing nervously. "C-chakra overload, huh? Haha, that's terrible. All that Mutant crap wrecks a body good, I'll tell you that!"
"I never said anything about a Mutant."
Yoshimitsu let out an 'Eep!' "W-well, maybe this is a fluke! Yeah that's right! The guys can handle whatever that loser can dish out! And me and Matsuri can take our vacation! E-everything's good!"
Shunmaka looked out the window. "Nevermind, I think we'll be getting our answer soon. A kekkai is forming around the plane."
"SON OF A WHORE!" Yoshimitsu pressed her face against the window, her boobs squished against the glass. "Fucking hell..." The kekkai took the theme of a techno themed hallway. the pitch black walls had transparent pipe lined, with various liquids rushing through them like those tubes she saw at the bank that one time. There didn't seem to be a ceiling, rather there were metallic toriis that were grotesquely connected to the piping on the wall. The sky looked more like a large scrolling desktop background. She could see the inividual pixels on the sky as it moved, with yellow circles appearing periodically that had the symbol that Yoshimitsu despised with a great intensity: A red, three toed footprint. "What the fuck is this?! That walking cheese grater couldn't even do a substitution! How the hell can he pull this shit off?!"
"You seem to know a lot about him if you can recognize his kekkai."Shunmaka said. "I will get answers from you later, but for now, get ready to fight if that thing gets out of his cage"
"Fuck, I forgot about him" Yoshimitsu took in a deep breath. "That's...not gonna be likely. That Mutant back there? Yeah, I know which one it is, and if he gets in here, we're gonna die. Mutants and Shinobi don't exactly mix. Like, you're struggling now to keep Matsuri stable, but if Timmy gets within say, 45 feet of you, you're probably gonna be sent back to that charm, or worse. Not to mention mine and Matsuri's fighting styles don't work in cramped areas.
(Miss Jones is correct,) said a voice over the plane's intercom. Matsuri's face showing recognition for the voice. It was an elderly voice, Japanese accent shining through its world-weary tone. (Timothy is far too powerful for you without a Shinobi scroll boosting your power, Shunmaka.)
"So it was you," Shunmaka whispered. "I honestly didn't want to believe it, given your record for failure but it's true. You've done well for yourself. The last I heard you were using children to do your dirty work in an abandoned warehouse.
"
(That was from a darker time in my Evil career, I must admit. But times have changed. I've found an ally to help me. I have an army, a place in the government, and the best legal team in the country. I've finally have everything I've wanted. Well, almost everything.)
"Good for you." Yoshimitsu said sarcastically. "You're a Japanese George Jefferson, nice. Did you seriously hijack the plane just to tell me the good news?"
(Hehehhe. No, of course not. I'm just here to do my part to keep the Neutral Zone up and running. I have to make sure you remember the rules of the contract you and the Native American signed. Shinobi your age never read what you sign, after all.)
"Excuse me?" Shunmaka slowly turned Matsuri's head to Yoshimitsu, teeth bared. "What contract?"
Yoshimitsu gave him a big shaky smile. "Well, after they put us in these ugly outfits and interrogated us..."
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"Yoshimitsu, I hate all this paperwork!"
"Then get Shunmaka out of your boobs and have him do it for you! This is your damn fault, anyway!
"But I don't like it when he possesses me! It's so weird!"
"This is your fault! You do- you know what, screw it. I'll do it. The faster we get this done, the faster we get on the plan Move over. It's just the same shit we had to sign when we came to Japan, anyway."
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(You haven't changed a bit, Shadow. Impatient and impulsive, like always.)
When Shunmaka possesses Matsuri, the first thing he usually did to intimidate someone was show Matsuri's teeth...the teeth that, thanks to Shunmaka, were sharp and numerous, meant to tear the flesh of an animal. "The only reason I won't hit you is because Matsuri would probably stuff me in-between her cleavage for at least a day," Shunmaka said to the shaking blonde. "It's stupidity like this that makes me wish I was back with Matsuri's grandmother."
"I'm sorry! But I just wanted to get out of that stupid room! They did like three strip searches on me. It was like Katsuragi got cloned a dozen times and went to town on my supple teenage body!"
(And that's the reason I'm having this conversation with you. I knew you'd be stupid enough not to read what you put your name on. The Shinobi Contract dealing with off limit sites and how you perform your missions is mostly the same, but with one added stipulation, since you were coming to an American Neutral Zone.)
"And that was?"
(Hehehehe... For as long as you stay within the state of New York, you will not be able to use your weapons or scrolls for Tenshin during your stay, and that goes for your friend, too.)
"That's bullshit!" Yoshimitsu shouted, furiously jumping out of her seat, her breasts bouncing in agreement. "You can't do that! I don't know much about these Neutral Zones, but I do know that you can't seize a Shinobi's scrolls without a reason!"
"I'm guessing he does have a reason," Shunmaka pointed out. "I was too busy choking on her cleavage to stop her, but I did hear Matsuri's rampage and the charges being dropped. Given that we were going to a Neutral Zone, I'm guessing he received the information on what happened, given that he's the one who is in charge of the Neutral Zone, correct?"
(Yes. All data pertaining to Shinobi entering my territory goes through me, so I know everything you've been up to. As an aside, Miss Jones, I congratulate you and your school on staving off the Youma attack. That fool Dougen bit off far more than he could chew and it's because of him that I was able to make the Neutral Zone. You can take your complaints up with the Good Shinobi council at the embassy when you land, but given how they are, they might just arrest you two for wasting their resources.)
"Shit." Yoshimitsu sat back down. "So what else is there? Gonna turn another bug exterminator into a giant cockroach and sic him on me?"
(No nothing that crass.)
"Well come on spill it! How are you going to screw me over?"
(The inability to transform was it. Nothing else. In fact, I won't lay a hand on you whatsoever. If you run into my agents, they will not harm you..much to my chagrin)
"So you do have a sense of humor," Shunmaka said with a laugh. "But be serious: what do you really want? Everything you do, no matter how beneficial, ruins someone else."
(You are right. My plan, should it succeed, will bring ruin the continent. The only way for me to fail is if you go find your little radioactive training buddies and team up with for the upcoming fight.)
"What fight?"
(Let me give you a hint, Miss Jones. Hakuoh Academy challenged you to a fight with the winner taking the school of the defeated. You were given a wedgie by the youngest of their team, Ranmaru was it?)
"HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?!"
(My partner. All of the employees whose medical bills I've had to pay because of you had a good laugh at your humiliation. It was the funniest Shinobi Battle Royale I've seen since the legendary Hanzo first fought his wife.)
"Ahh a Shinobi Battle Royale. That does bring back memories."
("Indeed it does. I've dropped enough hints, so it should be fairly obvious what my plan is Miss Jones.)
"...I hate you," Yoshimitsu said in a huff. "But ok, I'll play your game. I'm up for another Shinobi Battle Royale. Me and Matsuri, we''ll just make our own scrolls. I know a guy. He trained me for most of my life, so he'd have no problem helping me~!" She stuck her tongue out. "So there!"
(And if you do that I'll just plant a little evidence that will have your friends declared traitors. I turned an entire state into a Neutral Zone, do you think such a thing isn't beyond my power?"
"Yoshimitsu twitched, grinding her teeth angrily. "So help me god, when I find you, I will shove that helmet of yours so far up your ass that you won't be able to shit ever again!"
(Hehehehe, I'll hold you to that. I've told you everything you need to know. If you excuse me, I have dinner to eat. Freshwater turtle meat and alligator innards. Goodbye) The intercom turned off as the kekkai disspated. Yoshimitsu and Shunmaka stared out the window to find themselves in a landfill of all places. The two heard the back of the plane being ripped open, followed by the sounds of two women, presumably the Chunin, screaming in terror as a loud warbling sound could be heard in conjunction with the women choking.
"Well isn't this delightful." Shunmaka said sarcastically, shuddering in revulsion as he felt the life force drain from those poor young girls. The lights of police cars could be seen in the night sky. "We should leave, now. Before I let Matsuri take control, there aren't any other 'Mutants' around here, right?"
"Not in this part of town," Yoshimitsu remarked, punching open the airplane window and violently shoving what she just heard and sensed in the cargo hold to the far, far reaches of her mind.. "My friends are Mutants though, but their Mutant Radiation is so low that it won't harm her. I'll tell you about them while we escape."
"I'll keep you to your word," Shunmaka said as Matsuri's eyes closed, her body going limp. A few seconds later her eyes opened again, and she was glaring angrily down at Shunmaka. "You-" Yoshimitsu put a hand over her mouth.
"Tit fuck the cat later. We need to get out of here before the cops find us! There were supposed to be people on here and I don't want another round of questioning with possible jail time!"
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The man on the intercom watched the girls escape the plane while he rode in the back of the limo, his spycam following them as they escaped undetected by the police and news crew that gathered at the plane.
"My old alma mater has taught them well," He thought, taking a sip of a strange, blue liquid that glowed as the limo passed the brightly lit city. He disabled the spycopter, not wanting to find the layer of his enemy yet.
"I was worried I would have to send a Mutant after them to chase them into the hideout of those wretched reptiles, but Miss Jones is already taking the initiative."
Dancer's Fan Academy, Hakuoh Girl's Academy, Tono Tengu Shinobi Alliance, Hebijo Clandestine Girl's Academy, and the Zodiac Guiding Star Association, home of the child that stole his money. Those were the 5 schools destined to meet in this city within the month, followed by his that were on the way to New York.. "And I'm just missing one more school." He took another sip of the liquid.
"Once Shadow Jones reaches the sewers and tells of my plan, those freaks and their rat master will have no choice but to join in the Battle Royale in order to stop me. Yoshi, whether your students win my little competition or die by the hands of the other Shinobi, I will come out as the victor."
The phone on his side began to ring, prompting him to pick it up. "This better be good ... WHAT!" He slammed the hand holding the liquid down on the floor, spilling it all over. "YOU FOOL! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING HIM!" ... "Urghh, fine. Keep him below ground until you can neutralize him. We cannot having those freaks finding out our plans before we put them on the other Shinobi's radar! ... Just get it done, Stinkman. Timothy has just arrived back from Japan. He will be with you shortly. Also, it seems he murdered his handlers, so get a cleaning crew to clean the flesh and bones off of him ... I do not care how messy he is, or what your name is, just GET IT DONE!" He slammed the phone down. "Incompetent fool. We can't have anything go wrong until the safety net is thoroughly in place." Just six more days...six more days until his endgame would begin, and North America will be under his full control.
And then he could pay back his debt to that putrid little pink blob.
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So many bright lights," Matsuri said in wonder as the two jumped from building to building, Matsuri moving her breasts up and down with Shunmaka wedged in the middle, begging for freedom. This was the way Matsuri punished her animal spirit: apply great pressure to his head with her breasts until he was spent.
"Get used to it, Matsuri," Yoshimitsu said as the two of them stopped on top of a large building. "We're gonna be here for a while, and it's all because of the man in that building." She pointed north to a large black building that went al the way to the sky. A large floating advertisement blimp had the symbol of a red, three toed footprint on it. "See that building?."
"Wow!" Matsuri jumped up and down in excitement, each jump causing her breasts to hit Shunmaka repeatedly. "That's like some supervillain building or something! Who owns it? Some kind of celebrity?"
"No." Yoshimitsu stared at the building blankly, her emotions unreadable. "That building...you must never go into that building, ever."
"Wait.." Matsuri finally stopped bouncing, much to Shunmaka's relief, as the Native American looked at the symbol on the blimp. "I recognize that foot thingie! My Grandma says it's the clan insignia of some loser who had his money stolen right from under his nose by his own kid! And he called himself The Grater!" She laughed loudly. "That''s such a stupid name!"
"Yeah, it is..." The blonde clenched her fists angrily at the sight of the building, an unusual harshness that was rarely, if ever seen in her eyes. "You guys were supposed to destroy that thing. What happened?"
"You ok, Yoshimitsu? you don't look too good. You know that Grater guy?"
"...Yeah." She began to walk away, motioning for her friend to follow. "Let's go. We got a long way to travel, I'll tell you on the way. And by the way, he's not the Grater, at least not anymore."
"Oh." The two reached the end of the building and jumped to the next one. "So what's he called now?"
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