my megami

My first My-Hime fanfic, it’s my attempt at trying to make a possible 3rd My-somethingarather series but it’s highly inspired by Fate/Stay Night and God of War so yes every character was somebody really big in the past and expect ridiculous power levels. I’ll explain my reasons for everything I do from characterization to power levels as I go along with notes and omakes. Also I’ve created character sheets for all the MEGAMI, if you can guess who they are and/or whom they were I’ll e-mail you the character sheet exclusively and you can flaunt it. Though keep discussions (if there are any) on shoujo-ai but you can answer on either the reviews or the forums and be sure to credit other help you get. Also this goes without saying but there is a time limit before I actually release their identities. Hope it’s not too OOC, italics represent thoughts while lines represent scene changes.
My MEGAMI (Mechanically Enhanced Genetically Augmented Materializing Interface)

Chapter 01: Girl or Goddess?!

I’ll always remember that day, the day when I first met her, the day I met Hunter. I don’t think it was fear that gripped me that day but a single obvious feeling that stayed with me everyday of life from then forth. The feeling of love, the feeling I met when I first encountered the MEGAMI.
The day was good, the sun was out, and the seagulls were cawing as a cruise liner made its approach to the sea port of the Fuuka district in Japan visible off in the far distance. Setting out at a brisk pace it be a few more hours before it hit port. The sun was setting casting a beautiful amber scenery for all to admire.

“This is your Captain speaking,” came a voice blaring over the speakers. “I am please to announce that the weather is brisk and warm, the water is calm and pleasant and in this lovely spring month of April, the weather reports say this will continue on for the rest of the week. To all those going back to school I wish you all the best for your new years. Have a nice night.”

Out on the deck a single lone figure dressed in a simple white dress stood against the railing peering forward from the bow casting her crimson gaze into the distance and wondering what her future held for her. Her light brown tresses whistling in the wind as she pondered. Ever so often she peered at a small velvet box in her hand just the right size to hold an engagement ring but that wasn’t what was in it. Turning around and leaning her back against the railing to protect her precious possession she opened it and inside was a beautiful medal, a blue enameled Maltese Cross with golden eagles between the arms, the Prussian royal cypher and the words Pour le Mérite “For Merit” written in gold onto the arms of the cross. The Blue Max.

But this wasn’t hers; no it belonged once to a figure who far dwarfed her in every aspect. She gazed at it lovingly stroking its fine makings and remembering the words pass down from her mother.
“Remember these words well Shizuru for they will be of the greatest significance to you in time,” spoke an elderly woman.

“Yes Oka-sama,” nodded a young child with her brown hair tied up into a bun clad in a simple but beautiful violet yakuta.

The pair were within the confines of an old and archaic traditional Japanese household, reserved for members of distant Imperial royalty. They sat on their knees drinking tea as they exchanged words. The mother slid a small velvet box to her daughter who graciously accepted it and examined its contents: the Blue Max.

“This once belonged to a very great person, in time you will need it to call upon that person’s aid. When that person comes remember to return it.”

“I understand Oka-sama.”
“I understand Oka-sama and I remember well,” she whispered to herself.

It was a cryptic message but one Shizuru remembered well for she knew her mother as a wise woman who always gave good advice. Closing the box and returning it into the folds of her dress she decided to head for the ship’s restaurant for refreshments. When she got there she noticed a girl with short orange hair that ended with a wisp of hair around the front like a blade and violet eyes. But what was most striking about her was her very large bust size that made the tawny haired girl a bit envious. The red head had a sad look in her eyes as she sat, she had no drink nor any food instead she seemed lost in thought with her head resting on a hand with a forlorn look. Eyeing her intently she smirked and approached the shorter girl, her prey in sight.

She approached the girl intent on chatting her up but as she did she bumped into another person. Looking to see who she had run into and make an apology she was met with a tall stocky boy about her age with spiky blonde hair, brownish yellow eyes and a dopy look on his face.

“Excuse me,” they both apologized at the same time (one being more polite sounding than the other) before resuming their intended actions.

Surprisingly both of them went in the same direction and inevitably bumped (literally) into each other again.

“Ara ara, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were going in same direction as me,” Shizuru pointed out.

“Really, I don’t think so,” the boy sheepishly countered.

“You’re after her aren’t you,” she motioned to the red head.

“So what if I am? Wait you aren’t related are you?”

“No we’re not.”

“Oh good… Hey wait minute you aren’t ‘one of those’.”

Shizuru put an aristocratic expression of hurt.

“Really, calling me ‘one of those’ I’m most offended,” she said abashed.

“Ah go have a cry,” the boy spat back and went back to walking towards the girl.

“I’m afraid I’m not going to let you have your way with her,” Shizuru blocked the blonde determined to halt his progress.

“Hey I saw her first,” he argued.

“Someone as rude and boorish as you obviously doesn’t know how to treat a lady.”

“Oh and you do?”

“Why of course I do.”

From there on their argument went up several notches, Shizuru maintaining a high level of aristocracy and calm in all her words and motions while the boy raved on like a hormonal teen. Unbeknownst to them their heated argument had brought them right in front of the girl’s table who had been staring at them puzzled for nearly five minutes. Finally getting fed up with them she cleared her throat to get their attention. They turned immediately sweat dribbling down themselves as they sheepishly grinned to her.

“Ara ara, I’m so sorry,” Shizuru apologized courteously while assuming a look of shame with her cheek resting against her hand.

“What for?” the boy rudely asked earning him a smack across the back of his head from the straw haired teen.

“Could someone mind explaining to me what that was all about?” the red head asked. “Or am I just going to assume I’m dealing with a pervert [she eyed the blonde boy and a concerned fellow female [she eyed Shizuru.”

“Whose a pervert?” the boy angrily demanded while Shizuru just smiled pleasantly.

“Actually,” Shizuru began. “I noticed that you looked rather sad which is most unbecoming on this fine and beautiful day so I thought I might come to try and cheer you up. Can I offer you some tea?” Shizuru sweetly asked.

“Actually I was going to ask her the same thing, except I was going to offer coffee,” the blonde boy added at the last second not wanting to lose.

Shizuru maintained her collected composure but mentally assaulted him with thoughts of grievous bodily harm and other nasty thoughts. She’s mine! She thought.

The red head looked at both of them with a quirked eyebrow and a puzzled look before finally agreeing. She finally smiled at the brunette which pleased the taller girl.

“Tea would be nice,” the busty girl replied calmly.

The blonde boy assumed a disappointed and defeated look before casting angry glares at Shizuru who simply smiled. This was her version of sticking her tongue out to rub it in.

“But you can stay,” she faced Tate which brightened him up. “But no coffee thank you.” She cast him an annoyed look which reverted him back to looking crest-fallen making it clear she “wasn’t interested”.

Shizuru wasn’t sure if the girl had caught on to her tastes but she didn’t care, start slow she decided then work your way up to goods, or down. She giggled at that thought.

“Oh I’m Mai by the way, Tokiha Mai,” the red head announced to the pair.

“Pleased to meet you Mai, I’m Shizuru Violet Fujimura written in European format so please call me Shizuru.”

“I see, Shizuru-san.”

“Tate Yuuichi,” the spiky haired boy raised his hand but was otherwise ignored.

“That accent, you’re from Kyoto right?” Mai inquired.

“Yes, that’s very observant of you Mai.”

“Thanks, I’m from Koba.”

“Tokyo,” Tate added.

Shizuru and Tate sat down while Shizuru hailed a waiter, eventually one came round a spiky haired boy with glasses.

“Can I order two cups of green tea please?” Shizuru asked.

“And I’ll have a flat-white thanks,” Tate added.

“I’m sorry but our boiler is broken, I think it’s clogged so I’m afraid hot beverages are off the menu temporarily. Can I get you anything else?”

“Do you mind if I have a look at it,” the trio all said in unison but with different levels of politeness.

They all blinked at each other.

“I don’t suppose you all know how to fix things?” the waiter asked also blinking stupidly.

“Here allow me it’s my treat after all,” Shizuru courteously insisted.

Mai and Tate looked at her for a second then at each other before nodding in agreement. Shizuru followed the waiter to kitchen and when they were out sight Mai and Tate started talking again.

“Do you think she’s…?” Mai began.

“You’re one of those aren’t you?” Tate narrowed his eyes at the busty girl.

“Yeah, you too huh, I can sense the mana in you.”

“Heh, guess I’ve still got a lot to learn, I can’t even feel yours. So wanna check her out?”

“Definitely, oh and next time pick your words more carefully. You sound totally perverted.”

“Hey, I’m not a pervert!” he growled.

Mai and Tate quietly followed Shizuru into the kitchen and watched her from afar as she got to work on the large coffee machine.

“Could I ask you not to watch, it’s something of a trade secret?” Shizuru requested. The waiter simply nodded and went into an adjacent room leaving Shizuru all by herself.

Shizuru looked over the coffee machine before finally taking a deep breath and closed her eyes. Scanning she thought and the world disappeared from around her, all of the sounds, smells and senses suddenly vanished leaving only the circuits. When she opened her eyes they were there the infinite lines of energy that flowed through everything brightly flowing in a myriad of colors some straight, some crooked in all shapes and patterns. Scanning was the technique of sensing the mana in the environment a rudimentary ability of a mage but only a truly skillful mage could sense them all or in any particular detail. For a poor mage she would only see a small dimly lit handful but for a master she may see them for the legion they were. For Shizuru she was only just above average so the circuits appeared to her as a small bundle but that was more than sufficient.

Feeling the machine’s spirit talk to her she quickly ascertained the problem then added the next step. Unfolding she chanted in her mind and reached out with her spiritual hands to grasp the circuits that defined the spatial interaction of matter and lightly parted the blockage in the machine. And like magic hot water began flowing again.

“I’m done,” Shizuru called out and the waiter soon returned.

He stared at the working machine in shock quickly muttering his gratitude.

“T-Thanks.”

“You’re welcome now the tea and coffee please.”

“S-sure.”

The waiter made the said beverages and brought them to the trio who had returned to their table though some minutes later when the spell wore off the machine would once again be blocked eliciting several curses and queries. Mai and Tate had long since returned after they were convinced of their assumptions completely avoiding Shizuru before she returned. Both took their first sips with serious and apprehensive looks on their faces. As soon as the waiter left Mai was the first to speak.

“That was a phantasm wasn’t it?” Mai asked seriously.

Shizuru was taken aback; she didn’t see that coming but didn’t let her shock show (much) on her face.

“You know what a phantasm is?” Shizuru asked in equal seriousness.

“Of course, in the wide world there does exist magical things but of all the sorcery in the world very little of it is True Magic which in essence is a limitless ability which is the very definition of magic. Instead what we have it sorcery which is only a lesser more temporary thing that isn’t much different from science only more convenient hence why most of the magus society refers to it as Phantasms,” Mai explained convincing Shizuru she wasn’t just some outsider who heard the name.

“I see, you’re well verse…I take it Tate-san here is also a magus?” Shizuru eyed Tate with a cold look in her eyes.

“I am, though I wasn’t expecting to find two other magi here as well,” he stated with annoyance.

“Though I’m not part of the Global Magus Association nor am I formerly trained so technically I’m only an adept but I am a mage,” Mai explained.

“Eh me too!” Tate said.

“Both of you? Well that’s surprising, I never expected to find two other amateur magi under these circumstances and if I might add one so fetching as yourself Mai-san,” the Kyoto-born flirted, although it went unnoticed by the busty red head.

“So what’s your specialty?” Tate asked. “Mine’s Reinforcement or making matter stronger by increasing the mana between the bonds of the molecules.”

Picking up a toothpick he chanted in his mind Scanning to view the circuits then finally Reinforcement. He then pushed the toothpick against a wooden table and it penetrated it as though it was made of metal not wood.

The girls looked at him inquisitively wondering if there was some ulterior motive before finally adding their own tidbits.

“Mine’s Agitation,” she said and put her finger in her tea then quickly mentally chanted Scanning followed by Agitation and seconds later it started to boil and bubble releasing steam. “Or agitating molecules to heat them up. I saw you’re technique Fujimura, yours is Unfolding isn’t it.”

“That’s correct.”

Mai and Tate when they initiated their Scanning saw circuits in their environments in roughly the same level of detail as Shizuru though hers was moderately above theirs. Sensing their power Shizuru guessed that Tate was the least skillful of the two then again he looked like he could fight better than either of them with just his muscle but his mana which he was doing a poor job of suppressing wasn’t very big, barely average. Mai on the other hand didn’t look like a fighter but she was hiding her power very well but just by sizing her up Shizuru could tell that the girl had a high magical potential possibly even higher than her own.

“Let’s see, Unfolding. Oba-san told me that Unfolding is the technique of expanding the interaction space between atoms which is mostly space anyway allowing one to stretch matter much like rubber regardless of how elastic is actually is. I heard its patron creature is the snake because magi like using it to make their weapons like whips and as means of slipping through cracks or fitting in large objects through small holes like a snake.”

“Really, I’ve never heard of it?” Tate inquired.

“Here let me show you,” Shizuru offered, she picked up another toothpick and raised it till it was on the same level as Tate’s forehead, she mentally chanted Scanning then Unfolding then jabbed it slightly forward in the air. The toothpick suddenly elongated to a foot long and whipped the boy in the forehead. He yelped and grabbed his noggin cursing and checking to see if he was bleeding.

Mai broke out laughing and soon Shizuru joined her in giggling. Tate finally convinced his beauty hadn’t been marred turned to glowering at the Kyoto-born. Shizuru eventually dispelled all the humor and then adopted a serious composure.

“If you’re on this ship does that mean you also got invited?” Shizuru asked.

Both Mai and Tate dispelled their previous emotions and adopted serious composures before nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, we got a letter from Director Himeno Fumi who offered us scholarships and invited us to some school in the Fuuka District. An academy called Olympia Academy,” Mai explained.

“Sounds kinda fishy to me, I mean isn’t Fumi one of the Twelve?” Tate asked.

“You mean the Twelve Pure Ones, the only magicians in the world who can use True Magic?” Shizuru asked.

“Yup, something stinks; I mean one of the Twelve wouldn’t offer scholarships to low profile magi like us unless something was up.”

“I agree with Tate, I don’t like it,” Mai added.

“Now that you mention it, it does seem a little odd. Though regardless I’m here on my family’s request so I have no reason to decline the offer, what about you two?”

“I have my reasons,” Tate stated brashly.

“I…have my reasons,” Mai mirrored, her expression was that of suffering however so Shizuru didn’t push further feeling a wave of pity for the red head.
The trio returned to their rooms to freshen up and take showers, Mai had just finished and now dressed in a bathrobe got to getting dressed. While browsing through her bag she came across an old photo she pulled out. It was a scene from a beach and on it was a much younger version of herself alongside a young effeminate boy with rust color hair and bright eyes hugging a tall rust haired woman in her late thirties. Mai was standing next to a man with short brown hair in his late thirties. They were Mai’s family. She looked at the photo lovingly as her eyes began to water.

“Takumi, Oka-san, Otou-san,” she whispered sadly as she began to cry.
Meanwhile Shizuru was busy getting dressed in the prettiest outfit she had on hand which happened to be a grape purple kimono with the image of a beautiful black lotus stitched into the fabric showing itself off proudly to the world.

“I’ll definitely win her over, there’s no way I’m letting a perfectly good girl like that stay straight,” she thought out loud before she gracefully left her room and went in search of Mai.
Elsewhere on the shores of Fuuka two figures observed the ship as it approached off in the distance from the road side between a cliff and forest. One of them was short with short spiky brown that stuck out at the sides with lime colored eyes; her face was soft which fitted perfectly with her quietly pleasant expression. She wore a pair of simple inverted glasses that seemed to enhance her kind expression. Her companion was taller and more muscular carrying an air of confidence and power, she stood proudly with her hands at her hips with her head held high and her voluminous chest thrust forward. Though she like her friend was dressed casually in a simple lime green colored dress with brown women’s boots and a short skirt she was an imposing figure one that demanded and evoked fear from her very presence. She had long wavy mustard blonde hair, bright blue eyes and violet eye-shadow that framed an almost permanent expression of annoyance and agitation on her features.

“So are we ready to go yet?” the blonde asked her mousy companion with a hint of annoyance mixed in with a tender gentleness that belied her apparent mood.

She spoke with perfectly fluent Japanese but she carried a Mediterranean accent and a booming voice that seem to shake the very ground they stood upon. Her partner sat in a lotus position on the grass and was absorbed in watching a mirror that floated in front of her with a baroque golden frame designed to resemble ivy and roses. She tore her gaze from the mirror for a moment to return her friend’s question.

“We have to wait for Kaiji to confirm if they are the ones first,” the smaller girl’s voice was slight and cute like that of a kitten’s.

“But you’ve at least found them right?” the blonde demanded.

“Of course.”

Just as she finished speaking a portly man with a huge red afro and thick facial hair approached the girls from the woods. His face held a pleasant visage and when he spoke there was a warmth in it that reminded people of Santa Clause.

“I’ve confirmed the three are Masters though none of them have formed Contracts yet.”

“Good, let’s sortie then,” the blonde announced.

“Are you sure, I don’t really like being so underhanded Judicator.”

“All’s fair in love and war, Master.”

Suddenly a flash of light and bright sparkles surrounded the mustard haired woman completely enveloping her. Then a second later the sphere of light burst into a spray of sparks that faded into the ground revealing a new figure standing where the blonde once stood. Now the girl was clad in an ancient armor that held an equal degree of barbaric might combined with a regal aura. She wore a white tunic similar to the ones worn by ancient warriors and over it a suit of armor a Lorica segmentata that made her look like a Roman legionnaire; countless riveted armor plates that covered her body ending with the twin tails of a coat armored with metal scales. Her arms featured shoulder pauldrons composed of many of those armor plates and she wore arm bracers and gloves while what would be bare skin was covered in chain mail. She wore chain mail on her legs under greaves but wore sandals that showed her toes. On her head was a golden circular helmet with cheek guards and baroque engravings; a galea helmet adorned with a golden feather crest. Around her shoulders she wore a regal cape colored in lime green with gold threads stitched in to depict creeping thorny vines and roses held around her neck by a single golden cord fastened by rose pins. She cast an imposing figure one that was more demonic than divine but still that divinity was still there humbling all the mighty and the meek.

Now battle ready the blonde woman scooped up her companion in her arms and pushed off the ground with a mighty leap leaving cracks and indents in the concrete of the road as she hurtled into the air in the direction of the cruise liner.
Shizuru had gone in search of the short haired girl with large breasts but arrived too late, Yuuichi had beaten her to it and the pair were now admiring the night sky gazing up at the stars on the deck. This unfortunate turn of events left Shizuru on the sidelines forcing her to do nothing but spy on them and plot her next move. She inched as close as she could to them without alerting them to her presence and managed to catch part of their ongoing conversation.

“By the way why come by sea, why not take a plane?” Tate asked.

“Nostalgia I guess, honestly I don’t like planes,” Mai replied slowly with a pensive expression.

“You too huh?”

The atmosphere was starting to tip more and more in the direction Shizuru didn’t want it to tip down. Arching her head she thought hard on what to do when suddenly…

“What’s that,” she muttered. “Hey look out incoming!” she cried out to the couple pointing to the sky.

They quirked an eyebrow at her in unison.

“You know Shizuru-san if you wanted to break up the moment you could have picked a better…” Tate began but was cut off when Shizuru screamed at him.

“NO THAT!!” she frantically pointed skywards.

Mai and Tate sensing her distress snapped their heads skywards and lo and behold a large object was hurtling straight at them. They went wide-eyed for a second before screaming and frantically jumped in Shizuru’s general direction. Whatever it was that was falling out of the sky hit the deck (literally) like a bomb rocking the ship and tipping the massive thing out on one side briefly raising the propellers out of the water and into the air. The ship crashed back down moments later and almost immediately the ship’s crew got to work assessing the situation and evacuating the passengers.

Shizuru had been thrown across the deck and found herself on the deck a few levels up and several yards back down the stern of the ship. But something wasn’t right, when her ears stop ringing and the pain in her head subsided enough to tear her eyelids open she found herself staring face to face with Mai who had also just tore her lids open. But that wasn’t the disturbing part; they were flat on the ground and staring through a pair of legs!

Seconds later they both hurled Tate off and into a pile of debris where he crashed painfully before they ran off in the direction of the bow screaming obscenities.

“Baka! Hentai! Pervert!” Unsurprisingly Shizuru was screaming more loudly than the red head since she was more adverse to the company of men.

The two ran to the bow but stopped abruptly when they found there was no bow, the entire front of the massive cruise liner had been completely ripped off as though a meteorite hit it.

“Wow, what the hell caused this?” Mai exclaimed.

“Something magical that’s for certain,” Shizuru concluded.

“Magical? Like wha…” Mai was suddenly cut off by screaming from behind.

“LOOK OUT!!” the blonde haired boy screamed.

Tate was screaming his lungs out as he ran straight into Mai and tackled her off the side of the wrecked ship and into the brilliant blue Pacific below.

Shizuru wondered for a moment what had driven him to do that when suddenly something really big and really fast blasted straight past her inches from her head pulling with it a powerful gust of wind that almost knocked her off her feet. She then heard a clank and looked to her side and say a long golden chain made from perfect rings, suddenly the chain retracted prompting Shizuru to quickly jump out of the way as something big tore up the deck where she was standing. Looking back she saw what it was; a massive stone warhammer that resembled a huge fist grasping a thunderbolt, the larger side of the thunderbolt was the flat of the hammer while the other side; the end of the bolt was sharpened into an axe.

The chain retracted completely into the hands of a frightful figure, the blonde woman clad in ancient armor now carrying the hammer and chain, at the other end of the chain was a glorious golden shield with the head of an elephant carved into it. Then the woman spoke.

“Sorry, but all’s far in love and war and you’ve got to go,” she proclaimed and readied her warhammer for another strike.

Thinking quickly and nearly panicking Shizuru looked for anything she could use as a weapon. She immediately noticed a broken pipe sticking out of the debris, quickly she pulled it free then applied her power of Unfolding upon it. The blonde warrior eyed her with curiosity and gave her the time to ready her makeshift weapon and even allowed her to make an attack. Swinging the pope like a glaive it suddenly undulated and snapped like a whip striking the warrior’s temple and catching her off guard but the move that would knock out a normal man didn’t even faze her.

Shizuru gasped as the blonde girl smirked before she was forced to leap out of the way of the incoming projectile but suddenly the chain when taut and the hammer changed direction and spun around like a boomerang. Shizuru quickly brought her improvised staff up to defend herself. The hammer struck her like a missile bursting into a shockwave of thunder and lightning throwing Shizuru across the deck and into a wall. She slumped to floor her clothing ruined and her weapon shattered to a million pieces with some metal shards embedded in her palms. When the world stop spinning around her she coughed up blood and felt some ribs crack, she tried to move but then noticed her arm had been dislocated. The blonde warrior was toying with her, Shizuru knew it, there was no way this was the ancient’s best.

The warrior raised her weapon for the coup de grace and Shizuru’s life flashed before her eyes; all good and happy times mixed in a fleeting parade next to all the bad and unpleasant times. Then finally she came to it, the Blue Max medal in her pocket. Unconsciously she reached into her kimono and clutched the box holding the precious position and in her mind begged for deliverance.

Am I going to die? No I don’t want to die, not yet. I haven’t achieved anything. I’m not fulfilled; I haven’t found what I’ve been looking for all my life. Please I don’t want to die she screamed and begged in her thoughts.

The blonde warrior brought her hammer down on the brunette then time seem to stop, Shizuru’s attention was drawn from her impending doom to a sudden burning sensation on her stomach just to the left above her kidney. Gazing down she felt white hot fire so intense she couldn’t even scream as a perfect hole was burnt through her clothing revealing a symbol that began to glow an iridescent white. A symbol like pi or the arches of a gate a torii had appeared surrounded by three triangles that assumed a trinity position around it. It quickly dulled and faded into a bright vermillion tattoo but that wasn’t the end of it. Suddenly massive shards of ice sprang forth around her as a thick chilling mist settled onto the scene. The air seem to freeze forming frost everywhere and chilled her breath into vapor. Beneath her were numerous arcane symbols arranged in a circle which glow with a burning light. A thunderclap was heard then nothing.

Peering through the ice Shizuru could see the shadow of a figure clutching the warhammer with a single hand as though it had stopped it with impunity and indeed that was what it had done. With a simple gesture she cast it aside and through the cracks in the ice she saw the hammer strike the blonde warrior square in the chest hurtling her straight across the length of the ship and over the broken edge.

Shizuru sighed in relief but then gasped in shock and fear as the ice shattered into a million pieces melting into the ground as if it was never there to begin with. The mist instantly lifted and the frost vanished revealing to her the figure who had saved. Even the glyphs had disappeared.

A woman slightly shorter than Shizuru stared down at her. Her powerful gaze was like a wolf neutral but menacing, like a bullet that pierced the brunette sending shivers down her spine. Her hair was long and midnight blue and it shimmered and danced in the wind and her eyes were like the most perfectly cut emeralds burning with a hellish fire held in dishes of pearl. Her skin was like marble and was completely unblemished and seemed impregnable. Her face and figure were breathtaking; a goddess of beauty embodied she was with charm that would vex even Aphrodite but she carried a terrifying scowl on her features and an predatory air that would unnerve even Athena. She was clad in a black military uniform indicative of a mighty officer of a great stature; the Blue Max Shizuru once held was clearly visible on her on the chest of her uniform displayed proudly along with many other medals that adorned her slender form. She was wearing an officer’s tunic but she wore a short skirt, high leather boots with long socks all jet black and charcoal grey. Over it all was a massive blue overcoat that billowed in the air like a great cape casting her as an epic figure. Her uniform was highlighted with many militaristic ornaments, gun holsters strapped to her thighs made from fine skins, silver plates of armor protected her body and granted her a regal visage and on her head an officer’s hat topped with a grinning metal wolf emblem with crystal eyes. She wore it slightly to the side giving her a dramatic expression. Shizuru a proud and haughty individual was brought to her knees in an instant, humbled and awed by the godly figure that radiated divinity from every pore of her body before her all in a second bringing tears to her eyes.

Reaching into her purple kimono she eyed her box now empty. So this was the one that her mother spoke off that would come for her medal and to her aid.

“I ask of you,” the goddess began her voice deep and bellowing like a thousand battle drums mixed with the Chorus of the wolves’ midnight howls, her accent was thick; German Shizuru immediately determined. “Are you my Master?” she asked.

“Wha…” Shizuru replied.

“I am the MEGAMI; the Hunter, I ask of you. Are you my Master?”

To be Continued

Next Step:

Shizuru: Yai! I get to be the main character!

Mai: Says who?!

Shizuru: Why the author of course.

Mai: That’s not fair.

Tate: Why am I being ignored.

Mai & Shizuru: Because no one likes you after what you did in the manga.

Shizuru: I want my Natsuki!

Mai: I want my Mikoto!

Tate: I want a break.

Natsuki: Actually neither of you are the main character.

Mai & Shizuru: Eh!?

Natsuki: Because I am.

Mai: EEEHHH!!!

Shizuru: Ara ara!

Natsuki: Anyway next episode more burning, more destruction more moe! MOE!