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Enter the Naked Mole Rat	By : kwh Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rain poured like a river from the darkened sky, wind roared, lightning crashed and thunder rolled, all most unseasonably. Fortunately, the farmers of the village of Sosumiha had rushed to finish bringing the harvest in before the heavens had opened; had they not, their crops would surely have been beaten flat or buried in fields of mud.
In 403AD, the rains came very early. But the bandits were on time. They had of course been watching in concealment from the top of the pass that gave the only widely known access to the valley and the village, waiting for the hard work to be done by others and the pickings to be richest. Each year around harvest time, the brigand bands formed themselves and then roamed the countryside, plundering from those villages that failed to pay the protection money. They had avoided Sosumiha for the past eleven years. But it was time for them to return.
Eventually, the plunder of the village would be theirs, and when it was, the village of Sosumiha and its people would be made to pay for almost a century of pain and humiliation. Many of the bandits and brigands had learnt of Sosumiha and its guardians at their mother's or father's knees. Many of them had indeed been orphaned by the guardians of Sosumiha, some orphaned by Toshimiru himself. But they knew, or had faith at least, that they couldn't defend the village forever, and they patiently waited for the guardians to falter. And then it would be farmers with rice flails and Bo or Jo versus heavy cavalry, archers, budokai, brigands and bandits all, and there would be rape and pillage, burning and killing. They'd butcher the men then hang their mutilated corpses up on display outside the boundary of the village, violate and murder the women and then sell the children to the slavers. They would wipe the village of Sosumiha from the map of history, as a lesson to any who might choose to enlist help to resist them in future.
Hamasaki cupped his hand round his eyes to deflect the stinging rain and peered into the gloom at the village below. He could smell cooking fires, and see chinks of light, but nothing more. He pondered for a few seconds, weighing up his options, but then slowly waved the bandit cohort forward, urging his own horse to walk ahead across the mud and slippery rock as he did so. When he had halved the distance between himself and Sosumiha, he called a halt, and again peered ahead into the sodden gloom. Lightning speared across the sky and thunder crashed, but this time he was close enough to see the village illuminated in the stark, flickering white light. Again he could see no villagers. If there were no guardians, then the villagers might have organised an impromptu defence of their own, and he was not keen to lead his men into an ambush, however ineffectual it might be; this band of thieves and cutthroats was a violent meritocracy, and he was still at its head, rather than lying decaying in a ditch, only because he was seen to make the right decisions.
And then the lightning speared again. And his blood froze.
When the lightning forked, an imposing figure in full armour could be seen silhouetted in the middle of the open ground between the village and the bandits. How he had got there was unclear, but he appeared to be alone, and in any case, Hamasaki was committed now. He could not withdraw without losing face with his men. He had only one option, and he acted quickly, despatching archers left and right, and sending ninja skirmishers forward to test what he assumed was one of the guardians of Sosumiha, who stood impassively in the rain, his face hidden by his armour, his arms relaxed by his side, waiting...
By arrangement, as the fourth thunderclap after Hamasaki had dispatched his archers to left and right rolled around the valley, ten bows let fly with a volley. The roar of the torrential rain dulled the twang of bow strings, and the arrows flew silently, invisible in the darkness. Seven of them were well enough aimed to converge on the armoured warrior. And at the very moment they were due to pierce his flesh, suddenly the guardian drew his sword in one lightning movement, and cut 4 arrows with the blade, so that they fell harmlessly in splinters around him. And then he was suddenly holding a metal shield, and the remaining three arrows bounced away harmlessly.
A moment later, the four Ninjas exploded from the ground at each point of the compass around the guardian, the scene as they came up frozen in a flicker of lightning, but between lightning bolts it was not at all clear what was happening from Hamasaki's vantage point. The next flicker of lightning revealed a still life tableaux, with three ninja attacking, and one falling, his head separated from his body. The next flash of lightning revealed a ninja caught in mid air as he was being cleaved in half by the guardian. Hamasaki observed that the guardian was a veritable giant, perhaps a whole shaku taller than either of the two remaining Ninja whose swords were flashing towards him. The final flash of lightning, seconds later, revealed a ninja with a small axe buried in his forehead, falling, and the other ninja, broken sword in hand, looking down in horror at the arm which was buried in and straight out through the back of his chest cavity, courtesy of a knife-hand punch. If and when the last Ninja was defeated, Hamasaki knew that the archers ranged around him would immediately fire a second volley, but he was disturbed to only see three outgoing arrows.
Looking to his left just as a flicker of lightning lit the low hill to that side revealed just two archers of the 5 on that side who he was expecting to see. And then the lightning flickered again and there was a searing frozen image of a black clad man snapping the neck of the penultimate archer from behind.
The next flash of lightning captured the guardian moments after he had plucked the one accurate arrow that had been fired in the second volley out of the air with his hand and snapped it between his fingers.
There would be no third volley, Hamasaki realised numbly.
Quickly, refusing to succumb to impotent rage, Hamasaki signalled some of his men to protect the flanks and the rear from the ninja who had eliminated his archers. Then he called forth his secret weapon. A trio of mercenaries, battle hardened budoka, professional warriors. All were armoured, and mounted, and all three were fearsomely skilled. To secure their services, Hamasaki had promised them all quadruple shares of the booty if they defeated the guardians.
Now he wasn't at all sure that the mercenaries would succeed, far from it in fact, but he knew that he couldn't afford to come away from Sosumiha empty handed and also pay them off without the rest of the band of thieves and cutthroats around him finding the price of his failure too high for them. His mercenary warriors would win, or die, he decided.
When all three had gathered next to him, he looked each in the eye for a moment and then said "Do not return without his head!" and pointed towards the guardian, who was once again standing impassively in the driving rain. The three professional budoka nodded wordlessly, and then walked their horses forward, slowly, towards the village and the waiting guardian. As they plodded forward, they gradually arranged themselves into a line abreast. Rain drops bounced high off their armour as they advanced, slowly. Then, seemingly without signal, the three urged their horses to a gentle canter. A few seconds later, also in unprompted unison, they dramatically drew their katana. And then they spurred their horses to a full gallop, and charged into the gloom towards the guardian.
Who, a flash of lightning revealed, had not yet moved, despite two tons of horseflesh and armoured warrior bearing down on him at speed.
What happened next was once again not clear to Hamasaki. A particularly dramatic fork of lightning just moments before the three charging horsemen reached the Guardian had shown him to be still standing impassively, arms at his sides. Then Hamasaki was sure he saw a flicker of blue light through the gloom, he heard the clash of steel and heard an abbreviated scream, even through the roar of the rain. When the lightning flickered again there was one warrior, katana in hand, mounted on a horse that was trotting towards the village. Hamasaki was momentarily heartened, but then the lightning flickered again and this time it captured the severed head toppling from the mercenary's body, and blood spurting upwards from the stump of the neck. Hamasaki also realised that the guardian was still, apparently, standing impassively where he had before the charging budokai had reached him.
Just as Hamasaki wondered where the other two mercenaries might be, two terrified riderless horses galloped past him, away from the village, answering the question. He knew immediately that there was nothing to do but leave this place, and focus on keeping his own head. He still believed that the guardians were just men, not magic as some easily excitable fools claimed, and that they couldn't defend the village forever, and one day soon, if he lived through the aftermath of this day, he resolved to return. If he didn't his replacement certainly would. Sosumiha would pay for this eventually.
It was as he turned his horse away from the village and prepared to signal his men to withdraw that he heard his name called. "Kazai Hamasaki! I wish to speak with you!", the powerful voice echoed around the valley. He stopped. He had no wish to approach the guardian. He was a competent swordsman, but he was not stupid, and neither was he superhuman. But on the other hand, he could not afford to lose face with his men, since that would be just as fatal. Before he had time to make the wrong decision, the powerful voice boomed out again, cutting through the wind and the rain; "Kazai Hamasaki! Come here and bring your cadre with you. If you sheath your weapons and draw close, you have my word as a warrior that I shall not strike the first blow!"
He knew he had no choice. That the guardian was promising not to kill him out of hand tipped the balance, although he found it hard to believe. But no guardian had spoken aloud in living memory; they had long been the silent but deadly defenders of Sosumiha. And how had the guardian known his name? No matter, if he had to do this, then he would do it with style. He turned his horse again, gave the order for his men to sheath or lower their weapons, and led them slowly towards the guardian. Following him, they advanced slowly, warily, fear etched on many of their faces. When Hamasaki, at the head of the cohort, was 20 feet from the guardian, the huge warrior suddenly put his hand up. Hamasaki, who had been getting increasingly nervous as he neared the guardian, was only too happy to come to a halt. The guardian waved his arm in a sweep and boomed "Gather around where you can hear me!".
As the bandits and cutthroats nervously arranged themselves around the guardian in a semi-circle three deep, Hamasaki took the opportunity to study the warrior at close quarters for the first time. He was a giant of a man, no doubt - well over 6 shaku tall, when the tallest person he knew was about 5 and a half shaku in height. His armour was jet black, save for a crest on the chest which Hamasaki felt he might have seen before. At the moment the armour glistened wet as the rain ran off it in rivers, and the bandit leader glanced down to the ground where it puddled around the guardian's feet, catching his breath as he realised that the mud around his feet was pink, and it was liberally seeded with body parts and ragged pieces of human flesh. He forced himself to raise his eyes again and focus on the mask which concealed the guardian's face.
Some moments passed, and then the guardian spoke. "You should know that I have given my word that neither I, nor any of my warriors, will strike the first blow. This does not mean I will not strike the last if you raise a weapon to me".
He paused for effect.
"I have called you together to give you fair and final warning that I am tired of defending this village against attack, and that I will no longer be merciful to those who come here to attack it in future. I give you notice that hereafter anyone who enters this valley with malice in their heart will not leave it alive. And after I have killed them, I will hunt down their loved ones, their children, their parents and kill them also. If you return here, you will die. If your children return here, they will die. And so will you. After death, those I kill will never rest easily in the spirit world because I will not let them!".
There was restless shuffling in the ranks around him, and some angry muttering.
Anxious not to let the situation escalate out of control, Hamasaki quickly asked loudly "Who are you to threaten our families? We may return with an entire army to kill you just for that!". “No, Kazai Hamasaki, you cannot kill me however many men you bring to their deaths. You cannot kill me because...", the guardian unlatched his mask at this point, and then removed his helmet "...I am the immortal ghost of Toshimiru, made flesh by ancient magic to guard this village for all eternity!"
There were gasps from recognition from a few of the cutthroats behind him, as the powerful face of a man in his late twenties was revealed, and Hamasaki realised with a start that they, and he, were looking at the spitting image of the giant statue that he had once seen towering over the Yamanouchi monastery, complete with the same armour. And then he suddenly remembered where he had seen that crest before. It had been carved into the chest of the statue of Toshimiru!
"I have been defending Sosumiha for 85 years, sometimes alone, sometimes with the help of other spirits, but I am tired of defeating the same enemy again and again, and enough is enough! If you return you will die, as will everybody you care about. I leave it to you to spread the word to your loved ones - remember that if they come here to pillage, you too will die and spend eternity in pain and misery!". At that point, as if to convince anybody who might be sceptical, the self-proclaimed ghost of Toshimiru began to glow blue, the blue light escaping through the gaps in his armour and from his head. And that was definitely not of this world, decided Hamasaki, and he could palpably feel the bandits behind him recoiling in fear and horror. "Now GO!" thundered Toshimiru's ghost, "And never return to Sosumiha!".
Hamasaki needed no second invitation, as he wheeled his horse, and waved the bandit hoard away; as he did so he saw that many of them had already started to run towards the pass that would take them out of the valley, some discarding their weapons as they went. He knew that he would never return to Sosumiha, and he suspected that neither would many if any of those who had followed him there today.
He only hoped that he would survive their wrath.
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