Shattering Humanity-Chapter 135: Tree Patterned Cloaks
{5:10 P.M. Roronora City’s Initiation Arena}
The frame of Katsu’s waist with his hands in his pockets and Shelly’s striding hands, with her holstered SunSword on both hips, close behind. The Captain and Vice Captain of Izanagi Division are heading towards the bumping music and the unknowing cheering crowd within the seating area that is obviously louder and less muffled than from outside. Katsu with his Anjell Eye in 2nd Stage, still with a Yin aura and Shelly, walk through the stadium’s concession area.
In larger professional and college sports venues, around the circumference of the actual seating and playing area, there are many stores and concession stands that sell snacks, jerseys, and other convenient "experience memorial merchandise".
While Roronora City Eyelien users who aren’t aware of the commotion outside, are looking to get some snacks, alcohol or actually leave in the middle of intermission, they pass out as Katsu continues to release pulses from his superior ’Communication Eye of Wisdom’.
Within this area, is also one of Roronora City’s dispensaries for all types of drugs. The line there falls like dominos.
Shelly and Katsu step over the unconscious bodies of civilians and security guards who have Eyeliens.
’Pets’ that were with their ’Masters’ do exactly the same thing as the pets outside, they run for the exit, or try waking up their Master that they actually care about.
Announcer: "This just in, you fuckin’ savages! Hope you popped all your uppers, cuz this is the word from the Don Laban DaeMon herself!Initiations are being put on hold for a little bit, but don’t worry, she guarantees, if you aren’t familiar with the ’mystic energy Seiõr’, then this epic event will most likely ’knock your ass out’!"
Within the ’Main Stage’ of a darker lighted ’seating area’, the crowd roars in excitement and the people in the audience who don’t know any better about the ’two man invasion’ begin to chatter.
Male Audience Member 1: "Dah fuck is a ’Sayer’, dawg!?"
Male Audience Member 2: "Why you asking me? I just wanna see someone get ’packed up’! This replacement event better be fire!"
4 black cloaked individuals, each cloak with multiple symbols of a specific tree, sitting in different areas of the crowd, get up and begin to leave.
One of the mysterious individuals has pink cherry blossom tree patterns covering their black cloak. Her bright red lipstick covering the woman’s smiling mouth and her pearl white chin are the only visible features from within the hood. She leaves out the West Exit/Entrance.
Another individual with a black cloak covered in white bare oak tree symbols, is in the North section of the arena.
The last two conspicuous people are paired together in the East quad of the arena.The pair is made up of a large cloaked individual, and a small cloak with someone the size of a 10-12 year old.
The cloaked child has green pine tree symbols and is sitting on the shoulder of the large individual whose cloak has purple wisteria tree symbols. From the small green pine tree hood, comes a high pitched, little girl voice and she sniffles as if she has allergies.
Little Cloaked Girl: "(sniffles) And this is why she’s considered (sniffles) ’The Dumbest of the DaeMon’, am I wrong?"(sniffles)
A familiar ’strong female’ voice comes from the dark hood of the wisteria tree pattern cloaked stranger.
Larger Cloaked Female: "Ohhhh! I can feel it in my scar. Skalmönd! Finally! She’s back! Oh I wish we could stay to get a look at her! I hope she looks just like her grandmother!"
She rolls up her blood soaked sleeve, revealing her thick muscular forearm with a deep gash, still bleeding and dripping blood. They have left an unnoticeable trail of blood drips on the dirty concrete stairway in the dimly lit seating area, out towards the East Exit/Entrance.
On the North side of the arena, as the ominous crowd member with the bare oak trees on their cloak is leaving, they get heckled by a person in the crowd.
Male Crowd Member: "Ahhhhaaaa! Pussy is duckin’ the fade!"
The small crowd around the creepy cloaked person leaving, starts to point and laugh. A ’tough guy’ in an end row set, gets up and tries to stop them from leaving. He takes a sip from his ’purple drink’ and burps in the departing person’s dark hood covered face.
Tough Guy: "Where you think you’re going? Don’t be a punkass bitch! You know, ’the smoke’ has a strange way of specifically finding the people who don’t want it.So ’siddown’!"
As the guy goes to grab the strange audience member’s shoulder, quicker than in a blink of the eye, the 10 fingers of the two audience members intertwine and their palms touch. Long gold painted nails attached to a beautiful, feminine hand, appear from out the long sleeves.
The stranger in the cloak then slowly pulls her hand away and touches the finger tips of the attempting enforcer, with hers.She slowly pinches the pinky and thumb of the tough guy, with her own pinky and thumb.
For a second, nothing happens, and the ’tough guy’ gets a weird smirk, but then, when the man goes to try and pull away, his smirk fades and after his futile attempts to simply pull away, he goes stone faced and stares off into nothing. His styrofoam cup full of his ’purple drink’ falls to the already dirty floor.
The music around the area is still jammin’.Everyone who was pointing and laughing is interested in what appears to be the "pussy’s" physical capability with just two fingers.
Within that small group next to them, a female pet audience member leans on her seat neighbor, her male Eyelien Master, and she closes her eyes.
Female Audience Member: "I’m soooo high right now, Babe! This is awesome!"
Male Audience Member: "Same here, Bitch! I just want to see someone get fucked up! That hit of adrenaline will make me fuck you like a fuggin’ animal later!"
But then, back at the ’side show’, the tough guy who is still connected at the pinky and thumb, begins to cry.
Tough Guy : "H-Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey! W- Why did my life just fl-"
Before he can finish the question, the answer reveals itself. The man’s whole body begins to violently shake, his extreme uncontrollable spasms keep the man standing up.
As the crowd around is still entranced at the scene, the bare tree cloaked individual continues to exit from the stadium’s North entrance/exit.
Suddenly, the unfortunate man’s body stands straight up, stiff as a board. He doesn’t move and his eyes are wide open.
As soon as the first skin cell from the pointer finger of the closest audience member pokes the tough guy’s face, the victim explodes and blood splatters all over the crowd of Eylien users and a couple pets. No organs left, just blood.The music is still going loud and one fourth of the audience is now aware of the blood covered section.
The crowd of violence seeking individuals, incredibly high off of drugs, cheer like those once in the Colosseum cheered when they saw a lion defeat a gladiator.
Male Audience Member: "Bro! I knew the Don had some dope shit up her sleeve! Hopefully we’re next to get splashed in blood!"
Finally, entering from the South Exit/Entrance, Katsu and Shelly, calmly strut in but as soon as they do, the whole arena goes dark and the music cuts off. The crowd cheers, knowing the international sign for the beginning of the show.
Don Laban: "Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Enterin’ from the South Entrance, your current Roronora City ’invaders’..."
A spot light shines on Katsu and Shelly, standing in the archway into the seating area.
Don Laban: "My little itty bitty cousin, Shelly a.k.a ’Skalmönd’ and her boyfriend/humanity’s Yang Vessel, Takeshi Katsu!"
Loud boos come from all over the crowd. Food and drinks are thrown at them, but the two don’t even flinch or blink as they are assaulted with popcorn, hotdogs, and cups full of drinks.
Within the crowd, a nasty looking individual snickers and unfolds his pocket knife.He winds up and throws the knife, blending it in with the food being thrown.
Its trajectory is heading right for Katsu’s temple, until he calmly turns to look at it. Shelly perfectly catches it by the blade tip with her fingertips and they both look at the culprit with intimidating glares. The man gives a disappointed "tsk" but then a shot from a sniper is heard making the entire stadium go quiet, only a few scared screams are heard. The bullet goes through the knife thrower’s head, stops halfway through his brain, and redirects upwards out the top of his head making it squirt like a geyser of blood all over the carnage loving crowd enjoying their experience.It forces all of the commotion on Katsu and Shelly to cease.
Don Laban: "Hey! Aye! Don’t waste your overpriced stadium food like that! Let them through to the center stage! And if anymore of you try to stop them, or do some dumb shit like that retard, you’re skull’s catching the next bullet! Got it!?"
The crowd cheers loudly in response.
Katsu’s hair is wet, as well as his ’white’ shirt that is now stained from the blood of Shelly’s last opponent and different thrown drinks. There is also popcorn stuck in his black hair. He begins making his way down the stairwell with side comments coming from the ’away crowd’ close enough to hear.
Behind him, Shelly’s black sweatshirt is also wet and sticky from soda mixed with liquid narcotics, but less noticeably stained. Her beautiful pure azule eyes are fixed forwards.Her beautiful golden blonde hair has been covered and is dripping, except for her one golden braid. Shelly’s single golden braid, made from the very hands of the Princess of all Takamagahara/Sanpaku, stays dry. As if it had reflected all the negativity, literally, thrown at it.
Katsu doesn’t let out any ’pulses’ from his 2nd Stage Anjell Eye with a black aura and white streak while walking down the stairway.
Shelly’s fingers twitch, knowing she’s going to have to fight the leader of these people in front of the hostile crowd. She begins thinking to herself as they walk down the cement stairs, her pre-game thoughts cut off her entire sense of hearing.
Shelly: *She knows more about this ’Seiõr energy’ than I do. I can’t absorb the snowing Seiõr while in here. She did this on purpose. What if she knows how to absorb more forms of the mystic Norse energy, and she’s going to use it to fight me? Can we actually win with everyone here hoping we will lose?*
As she begins to think of all her fights leading up to this one, she remembers, the other promise she made Katsu...
{flashback to after her spar with Itsuka}
Shelly: "If I can’t protect you Katsu, we would both lose our most precious treasure, right?"
Daisuki smiles at the reference he instilled in them.
Shelly: "So from this day forward, I swear, on my pride and resolve as a woman, I- I will-."
Shelly: "I SWEAR, I WILL NEVER LOSE FOR YOU EVER AGAIN! I DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS, I WILL BE THE ’GREATEST EVER’ AT EVERYTHING FOR YOU!!! UNTIL THE DAY I DIE AND DIE FIRST! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE ANY PROBLEMS WITH THAT!DIVISION LEADER!KATSU!"
{end flashback}
But it’s not the crowd breaking her self concentration, or the Don Laban coming on the loud speaker...
Katsu: "Shelly... Shelly!"
Shelly flinches and notices Katsu has stopped at the "floor" of the old basketball court. Around the old blood smeared, heavily chipped, unwaxed hardwood floor, is a giant cage of thick iron bars surrounding the inbounds area. The max height of the cage reaches the bottom of the jumbo screen on the ceiling. The lower bars have blood splatter on them. The hoops have been removed and there are bar doors that electronically swing open and close.
Katsu’s Anjell Eye is still in 2nd Stage, but now he has his friendly smile and his hand out, with a Yang aura. Shelly can only see his surprising smile, even though he has had a serious expression, scary at some points, during this invasion. Now the Katsu everyone knows is back, but his ’scary energy’ is in his words and it hits Shelly, making her blush.
Katsu: "hehe. Heey Shelly... It’s going to feel so freaking good when we make this place go silent from us winning, don’t you think?"
