Kichi!

Episode 3-- Toto, I Don't Think We're In Tokyo Anymore!


    Samantha felt... disconcerted. Yes, that was a good word for it. In the past two hours or so, she'd appeared in a strange, unfamiliar world, been told she was to save said world, and been shot at. Not only shot at, but actually shot. Then the wound was healed, not by medicine, but by magic. As all of these were rather new, unusual and not entirely pleasant experiences, she was feeling a bit out of it.
    She'd always liked to think life was toying with her, and it liked keeping her off balance. First it was the unexpected move to Japan. Now it was this other world... wherever the hell she was. A normal girl would sit down and cry. But Sam prided herself on not being normal. So, she balled up all her confusion and most of her logic, and calmly threw them away. Life wouldn't get the best of Samantha Kouketsu so long as she had something to say about it.
    However, that didn't reduce her anger, or stress, or tiredness from running from guards, or (not that she would admit it) fear. So she felt it was okay to allow herself a little release.

* * *

    "AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Samantha raged. For the third time in the last half hour.
    "Simmer down, Sam," Tenzil advised, tiredly. "We've got a ways to go. Besides, there's nothing you really can do about it now. It seems you'll have to stay with us until we figure a way to get you back through the Gate." Tenzil neglected to include the fact that he really didn't believe they had the power to return her... Even if they could get the Gate open again, who was to say what it would do, or where-- or more importantly, when-- it would take her?
    "You can't fight destiny. Even if, as you say, you weren't supposed to save the world, that's what you'll do all the same. The Gate brought you here for a purpose. You have to follow it." Kichi smiled. "So... Let's get going! Let's save the world!"
    Teeth clenched, Samantha looked as if she was having a great deal of trouble resisting the urge to strangle the overly cheerful girl. Tenzil couldn't really blame her... Kichi's pious, idealistic prattle was getting rather trying. The Goddesses-- and their creation, the Gate-- weren't nearly as benevolent as she made them seem. They'd definitely have to hold palaver about that... His head snapped up as he sensed eyes watching him.
    "All right. I'll help you on your revolution," Sam conceded, markedly calmer. "Anything, so long as I can go home. So... What do we do first?"
    Tenzil looked around furtively. "Well..." he said in a low voice, "first we do something about the gang of kobolds following us."
    "Kobolds? What're they?" Sam asked.
    Kichi casually surveyed the area. "I see them," she whispered. "About 5 or 6, right?"
    "Yes. I'll need time to cast. Do we need to run or can you defend against them?"
    The elf gave a clipped nod, hand moving to her belt buckle. "I can hold my own."
    "Hey. What's a kobold? And why are you speaking like this? I don't like the direction this conversation is going."
    "Stay back, Samantha. We'll take care of this." Hopefully. Tenzil wasn't sure of the elf's skill, especially since she only seemed to carry a dagger. And he knew he couldn't handle any heavy-duty spells. Damn. If they weren't able to scare them off... He hated depending on luck. Unfortunately, that might be all that would help them.

* * *

    The kobolds were closing in, making primal grunting noises. Samantha shrank closer to Tenzil, as Kichi moved forward, addressing them.
    "Come out, beasts. We know you're there."
    Three kobolds stepped from the shadows. They were hideous beasts, stumpy and misshapen humanoids dressed in hides. Their skin was caked with dirt and grime. Two small horns protruded from their heads. The leader (he could be told by an ill-fitting chain mail headpiece he wore... in any other situation it would look quite comical) stepped forward to address them. Finally, and with great difficulty, he spoke: "You invade our land."
    "We're sorry for the inconvenience, we're just passing through." Tenzil spoke in a soft, soothing voice that seemed to emit liquid calm. "We mean no harm to you or your land. Please let us pass, and we'll never trouble you again."
    The kobold leader stopped to consider this. His face contorted, as if he were fighting something inside him. Then he shook his head and stepped forward again. "You invade our land," he repeated, stronger. He brandished a bastard sword, indicating that they would not be allowed to pass.
    Kichi frowned. "If that's the way you want it... KICHI!" At this cry, she was encompassed by a golden glow, flowing from her belt buckle to her right hand. The light coalesced into a beautiful sword. Expertly handling the weapon, she angled it so its keen edges could be better seen in the moonlight. "Now," she said, voice hard. "Would you reconsider?"
    In reply, the two henchmen pulled short swords and rushed her. She met them with a short grunt and engaged them. Skilled with the sword, she parried most of their blows. However, this left her little opportunity to attack. She edged backwards, losing ground.
    "Was this what you meant when you said you'd 'take care' of this? This isn't ver--" Sam's rant was interrupted by a hard yank backwards. "What the--" She stopped, seeing the blade in the space her head was a minute ago.
    The kobold was beaten back by a gnarled, wooden staff. "You'd better pay more attention, or you'll never get back home," Tenzil scolded, turning towards her.
    "Look out!" she shouted, pointing at the second kobold rushing to stab him in the back. She averted her eyes as it slashed at him... and caught nothing but air. He was gone-- behind them. Mumbling...
    "/FLAME!!/" The two kobolds attacking them, as well as one of those on Kichi, instantly caught fire. Realizing that they were burning, the beasts panicked, running aimlessly. Kichi and Tenzil took advantage of the confusion, he with his staff, and she with her sword.
    The kobolds taken care of, Kichi reapproached the leader. "Well, it seems the issue is decided."
    It grunted in reply. Out of the shadows emerged more kobolds. A lot more. A whole lot more. Kichi steeled herself. Tenzil was unmoving. Samantha turned to him. "Well?"
    Tenzil took a deep breath, as if having made a decision. "Run. I'll take care of them. You just get out of here," he whispered. Turning away from them, he began chanting softly.
    Sam glanced furtively at Kichi, who was slowly backing towards the tree line. Figuring the dramatic moment had gone on long enough, Sam followed, at an admittedly brisker pace than she'd planned, not that she was scared or anything. Tenzil continued to chant, now adding some hand motions into the mix. This seemed to intimidate the kobolds, as they paused in their pursuit. The air hung still, as if all wanted to know just what Tenzil was casting.
    ".../GRAND FIRE!!/" With a terrific explosion, the entire group of kobolds were engulfed in flames. Screams of terror racked the air, though, oddly, there was no smoke. "Run!" he called, racing towards them.
    "Why?" Sam challenged. "You just burnt them to a crisp!" She heard a slight intake of breath from Kichi. The elf then ran into the woods. "Hey, what..." Sam looked back at the clearing, confused. The kobolds were coming. The fire was gone, and they were coming. And they looked mad. "Oh, sh--"
    "COME ON!!" Tenzil yelled, not waiting for her to move, instead grabbing the girl about the waist and running with her under his arm.
    And they were running again. Damn.

* * *

    The palace was in an uproar. There had been a small earthquake-- a tremor, really, centered under the castle. 'An ill omen,' Kyosei mused. What could it portend?
    "Emperor Kyosei!" The sentry stood at attention in the doorway until recieving a small nod. "I bring news from the mountains. The Gate has been opened! Guards were unable to find the infiltrators and are searching the area."
    The Gate! He should have known. Well, he'd expected this, hadn't he? "Find whoever is responsible for this, and whatever came from the Gate, and bring them here to me." Kyosei turned away as the sentry saluted and left.
    "So it begins," creaked a figure melding from the shadows.
    Kyosei frowned. He hated it when he did that. "Advisor Daraku, back so soon."
    The emperor was an imposing man, tall without being towering, and broad without being musclebound. His long black hair he kept brushed back off his face, where it tumbled down to rest on his shoulders. Wearing the traditional robes and headband of an elven ruler, he radiated the aura of a leader; stately without being overly showy.
    This was in sharp contrast to the man Kyosei now shared a room with. Kangen Daraku was an ignominious and evil looking man, his looks more akin to a beggar than emperor's chief advisor. His formal robes drooped over his gaunt frame. His eyes were sunk deep into his skull, the right one scarred and glowing a faint red. A dingy non-color, his hair hung limp from his head in a sad imitation of Kyosei's. He was a half breed of some sort, his ears small and pointed at the top. Dark, beady eyes against skin pale as snow completed the picture.
    The lean man cracked a wicked smile. "Why Emperor Hanjo Kyosei, you don't seem happy to see me. Me, your most loyal and trusted confidant."
    "Confidant, yes. I'm not so sure of the other two," the Emperor muttered under his breath.
    "Such evil thoughts! Don't forget who got you to where you are," Daraku growled, voice suddenly dark.
    "And don't forget who is the advisor, and who the Emperor," Kyosei replied, matching the former's tone. "I've killed men for less disrespect."
    "But you won't kill me," Daraku laughed. "Nor will your men find the Chosen One." So someone had come from the Gate. "Not today, anyway. Not unless someone shows them where-- and how-- to look."
    "And that someone is you?" Kyosei asked.
    The other man just grinned evilly. "At your leave I'll take command of the operation."
    Kyosei turned away. Again he'd been manipulated into depending on Daraku. He may have been the emperor, but in his relationship with his chief advisor, Kyosei was the one following orders.
    "Report back once you've found something. Remember-- I want them alive."
    "Sire," he said mock formally, disappearing into the shadows once more.
    The man finally gone, the Emperor found his thoughts turning to his Chief Advisor. Daraku was a skilled sorcerer, so skilled, in fact, that for a time he had been chosen as the successor to the Gray Wizard Thanos. However, there had been some sort of falling out between him and the Wizards, and his training was revoked. Not long after that was the FireWars, and Daraku began to enter the political world...
    In the turmoiled days after the FireWars, Daraku's offer of power with safety appealed to Kyosei, who became the third emperor since the Wars, and the first to rule for over six months. Kyosei had been young, idealistic, and unwilling to admit that his position was in no small part due to Daraku's machinations. However, Kyosei had soon fallen in line, after he lost that most important to him... after he lost...
    He reached into his robes and pulled out a well worn paper. On it was sketched a beautiful elven woman with a reserved smile and sad eyes. "Ayu..." he whispered. "Please forgive me..."
    He began shaking, fists clenched. "Damn!" he snarled, voice full of rage, punctuated by slamming his fist to the desk. "Damn him for doing such evil!" His voice began to falter. "And damn me for being too much of a coward to stop him."

* * *

    Kichi was at a loss. Despite a few minor setbacks, the Gate not giving them the Hero, and then being thrown together with a less-than-stellar mage and being chased by lots of different things, her quest was going according to plan. Well, no, that was incorrect. Once the Gate opened, her plan had collapsed and begun a long, drawn-out, painful death. But that was okay, she could adapt. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right?
    And everything wasn't going that badly, right? When it started raining, at least the kobolds stopped chasing them. They had seen the Imperial soldiers in time to avoid them, even if that meant they had to stay away from the town. And even though she didn't have the foggiest idea where she was, Kichi had found a little cave to hide in, so they wouldn't have to drown in the deluge outside, and Tenzil had magicked up a fire, and it was all quite cozy... for a cave, anyway. Either way, they finally could rest, and she would make a new plan, one that would work.
    The Goddesses were counting on her, apparently; she'd have to awaken the talent hidden within the Chosen One, Samantha, and Tenzil... well, so long as he was helpful he could stay. Either way, Kichi would continue on, for peace, justice, and revenge. Of course, peace and justice sounded a lot nobler, so she'd leave out the revenge part... for now. And maybe, just maybe, she could whip her two companions into shape... but only if they'd stop bickering long enough for her to get a word in.
    "Okay, magic-boy, what the hell was that?!" Samantha asked, livid. "First, that fake spell. Then, you carry me around like a football... what sick, twisted fantasy did that fulfill?"
    Tenzil flushed, embarrassed. "Look, there were too many to handle, so I had to do an illusion. It worked pretty well, considering. I mean, illusory heat is kinda hard..." He faltered at her expression. "What do you want from me? I'm not a Wizard!"
    "Darned skippy!"
    "Hey!" Kichi stood, ending the argument. "Keep it down... you two are loud enough to wake the dead! We're trying not to be noticed."
    "Well, if the 'chosen one' would choose to close her mouth..."
    "Well, if he didn't do stupid stuff so I'd be forced to rag on him..."
    Kichi turned away. Get control. Deep breaths. In. Out. Okay. She faced them again. "So. We need to determine what we're going to do now."
    "You break into the GateWay Temple, open the Gate, and don't have a definitive plan?" Tenzil asked in disbelief.
    "I had a plan. It involved the Hero coming, and taking control from there."
    "So much for that. Now what?" Samantha asked. "What are you even trying to get out of this? You keep talking about 'saving Gokashi'... Why?"
    Un. Search for an acceptable answer. "Well... the land is corrupt... people need help..." Kichi looked to Tenzil for help, but he offered nothing but a questioning stare.
    Sam frowned. "Don't give me this humanistic BS, 'cause I don't buy it for a second. What do you get out of all this? You rescue the wizard and get a prize? Overthrow the emperor and take his place? What?"
    The emperor... "It's... personal," Kichi replied, cheeks turning crimson. Samantha would never follow her if she knew the real reason Kichi called her. She couldn't tell them...
    "Hmph," the human snorted. "Drag me all the way to who knows where, and don't even tell me why... How do you like that?"
    "Everyone has their secrets," Tenzil answered, darkly.
    "Oh, really," Sam mused. She looked as if she wanted to continue, but instead was silent.
    "An-anyway..." Kichi continued.
    BOOM. The ground beneath them erupted, shooting into the air. The three hovered, defying gravity in a quite disconcerting way. Red light spilled from the hole, bathing the room with a crimson glow. A second that lasted forever... then it snapped, and they were falling, spiralling deeper and deeper into the earth, so fast, too fast for Kichi to gather enough wits about her to even scream. Someone else was-- Samantha, Kichi supposed; and someone was yelling: stop, stop,
    "STOP IT!!" Tenzil shouted. Eyes flashing, a golden glow surrounded him, then exploded outwards, radiating over the whole room. Just as suddenly as before, they jolted to a stop, and Kichi lay sprawled on the floor, every muscle in pain.
    "So, you can dispel my illusion. You're stronger than I thought." The voice, like nails scratching rough metal, sent shivers down Kichi's spine. Despite this, and the incessant ringing in her head, she struggled to her feet. Before her, Tenzil sagged at his knees, panting from exertion. In front of him loomed a huge creature. It was a deep ebon black, with glowing red slits for eyes and a gaping maw filled with sharp yellow teeth. The hulking thing perched upon a high precipice, its muscled and clawed legs providing support. Golden horns, like cattle, protruded from its head as well as its shoulders. Its pointed tail swished casually behind it.
    "An ordogi," Kichi realized. "Tenzil! Get away from it!" She scrambled towards him.
    "No interruptions, elf." With a flick of a clawed hand, it sent her flying backwards, crashing into the cavern's wall. Failing in her attempt to ignore the searing pains shooting through her, she blurrily saw Tenzil as he stood upright, furious.
    "Why do you plague me... you hurt anyone I even come into contact with! You bastard!"
    "No," the demon returned, "that would be you.... son."
    Son? But that meant... Tenzil was... Kichi's thoughts faded as she slipped into unconsciousness.

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by Erin Ellis

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