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ideahat-universe · 6 years ago

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Co written?

I don’t remember writing this, but it has my characters in it. It’s very old as it still has a version of Jigen from back when he was a recolor of Shadow The Hedgehog (the darkest timeline)

I think I might have collaborated with someone when I wrote this one? I can’t remember. It was 2009 when this was written. Some things go into the archive and just get forgotten...

In the peaceful countryside, a small city rests in the hills and slumbers in its tranquility. However things may not stay that way forever.

A lone object buzzing through the sky wildly and haphazardly made its way to the city. It was not a bird. And certainly wasn’t a plane. It was in fact a boy. A young boy by the name of Jourton Young made his way into the peaceful city. These people were not used to seeing such a sight and were spooked by the sight of him. Jourton undaunted by people’s gazing kept moving forward.

“What was the plan again?” Jourton said tapping his head. “Oh yeah! I have to protect these shape shifting dudes.” That should be easy. But where are they?” he said as he looked around. “Hey! Mister! Do you know where I can find some freaky shape shifting guys?” Jourton asked a nearby citizen. “I don’t know of any freaks except you!” said the citizen. “Hey I’m not a freak!” Jourton said. “Do you know?” Jourton said asking a nearby kid. Before the kid was able to react his mother came and took him away from the area. “I guess he didn’t know either. Aww this place isn’t that big I bet I can find them in no time flat!” Jourton said as he walked around the area peeping into buildings.

Meanwhile. In the nearby tavern a green hedgehog takes a swig a slams the drink onto the table. Other patrons kept an eye on him. Everybody knew it was Jigen Keykider. The tales of his deeds make him the bain of anyone who would dare steal anything of value. No one said anything to him however. Until one guy got out of his seat and made his way to where Jigen was sitting

“Hey. Buddy.” The guy said as he prodded Jigen with his finger. “What do you think you are doing here?” he said poking him once again. “Drinking.” Jigen said as he took another swig. “No, smartass. What are you doing in this town?” The man said irritated by his response. “I’m here on business.” Jigen said. Everybody knew that if he was here on business that would mean he was bound to steal something at some moment. “I should get going. “ Jigen said as he finished off his bottle and paid his tab. He left the bar. Leaving everybody wondering what he was going to steal. “I bet he’s going to steal that freak artifact that controls monsters.” One guy said. “It is the rarest thing in town.” The bartender said picking up his tab.

In another part of town a lone girl walks through the streets talking on her phone. She seems to be negotiating with someone and was apparently losing.

“But why do I have to capture them? Can’t I just take them in quietly?” She asked. They will not go quietly! Bring them too me through force! You do want payment don’t you?” The man on the phone said. “Yes sir.” She said with a sigh. “I just don’t understand why people have to be so mean.” She said as she readied her bow.

She approached the area where three boys seemed to be conversing humorously with each other. As she readies an arrow with smoking properties, she sees a two-tailed fox enter the building and began talking to them. Before she was going to withdraw her shot an alarm went off causing her to lose grip and shoot the bow near the building.

Ezekiel had one of his rare calm moments. He was dressed in the clothing of the 19th century still. He obviously had a tough time letting things go, such as the century he was born in. He was in the far end of town, and blended in perfectly to his delight. No hint of what power lingered inside him showed at all. No tail, not pointed jackal ears, and best of all that annoying Anubis wasn’t around. He smiled contently; this is what it felt like to be normal! All these years he wanted to blend in with others, but he couldn’t. It was that pathetic jackal’s entire fault! Ezekiel slightly scowled as the thought of Anubis crept inside his head. If he could he would kill the animal, that jackal made him suffer for so many years. Everyone ridiculed him; he never fit in with anyone, but his mother and father. Then Cryistelle was nice also…and Clarissa. He felt his face grow warm at the mention of her name, but she was dead now. Ezekiel always had to remind his self of this. His wife and two daughters were dead, but he got to guide their souls over, so that was a plus. He leaned back in his chair. It did feel good to be normal though….

Cryistelle wanted a drink. That was his motivation at the time. He couldn’t stand having fine wine being poured in front of him and not in his cup. He glanced at his very unappealing glass of water and scowled. He wanted wine so badly. He always had a taste for alcohol, but it had to be fine. It had to be sweet. He couldn’t stand any hard liquor or beer. Though at first wine didn’t appeal to him, but as he drank more and more it tasted sweeter. As laid-back as he was, he didn’t have the patience to make his taste buds acquired to the taste of beer. He was so close yet so far away. Why couldn’t he simply ask for a glass? Revelacaige was watching. Revelacaige was forcing him off alcohol all together. Cryistelle didn’t even get a choice, and strangely even thinking about it unsettled some as laid-back as his self. This was sad, because Cryistelle prided his self on just not caring. He glanced quickly, and made it seem as causal as possible, at Revelacaige just to see what he was doing. Revelacaige was poking at some tilapia. It had been fried and had a side of fries. Cryistelle knew Revel (for few could pronounce his full name) wasn’t the biggest fan of alcohol either. Revelacaige never drank alcohol at all, he didn’t smoke either. Cryistelle didn’t call inhaling toxic fumes a good time, but this guy absolutely did nothing fun, at least as far as Cryistelle knew. Revelacaige always had the same cold and pondering look on his face. The guy barely even cracked a smile. Who could live like that? Apparently Revelacaige. Cryistelle looked at his glass and pondered if it was even worth the risk trying to get some wine. There was no use in trying for Ezekiel’s help, even if the two of them had been friends since childhood, Ezekiel wouldn’t get wine anyway. Ezekiel couldn’t get half way through one glass without getting completely intoxicated. It was amusing yet sad. Any, it would look suspicious for Ezekiel to order any alcohol for that reason. Cryistelle took a long sip of his glass of water. Maybe if he drunk enough water it will start tasting sweet like wine…

Revelacaige was only half-attempting his duties at making sure Cryistelle didn’t drink. The young man was indeed distracted by his fish. He loved fish, and would eat any type deemed edible. The fish in front of him posed a problem though. The head was still on and the eyes were staring right back at him. How could he enjoy his meal when his meal was looking right back? What made things worse was that he only had a spoon to eat with. So there was no cutting the head off. What are the chances Ezekiel convinces him to go to the only restaurant in the town that only had spoons. Worse yet, they were blunt spoons! They weren’t even sharp enough to cut through anything…just scoop. If they catered specifically to ice cream, he could understand, but they served steak here! Who can just eat their steak with a spoon? No one, that’s who! Though Revel took back his comment when he saw a little girl managing to cut her steak with a spoon.

“Ezekiel, we’re leaving.” He said bluntly.

Ezekiel gave almost a pleading look. “What now? I’m supposed to meet someone here!”

“Ezekiel, they said they would be here by eleven o’clock…it’s noon. If it was that important, I’m sure they would have been here on time.”

Ezekiel scowled. “Cryistelle isn’t complaining. Just because you can’t cut through your fish doesn’t mean you have to make us miserable along with you.”

Revel gestured toward the red-haired young man sulking over a glass of water. “Cryistelle is probably too busy suffering from withdrawal to even care.”

“It’s true…” Cryistelle said airily. “…I am.”

“See?” Revelacaige said triumphantly. “Take away his wine and he won’t notice anything but his wine not being there. Ezekiel, we better head back soon anyway. You haven’t transformed in months, and your body is probably about to force one at anytime. I’m surprised you could keep it at bay for so long.”

Ezekiel arched and eye brow. Revelacaige could tell Ezekiel had just noticed what he had done. Fear began to slowly show in his eyes. “I…hope it doesn’t with all these people around.” He muttered. “I guess you’re right then…”

Revel nodded and got up from his seat. “Indeed. Now let’s go, this place unsettles me.”

“It is the fish?” Cryistelle asked.

“Shut up.” Revelacaige shot. He secretly heard Ezekiel make a sound similar to a snicker, but didn’t say anything about it. It wasn’t wise to set of Ezekiel in his current unstable condition. No one wants a wild jackal with strange markings their restaurant…or the people in it…

Jigen made his way into the museum. It had all the markings of a run of the mill museum. Priceless artifacts, bones of extinct animals, Semi interactive displays, a group of children being led by a teacher. And a tacky gift shop that charges a 20$ for things that took five seconds to make. Definability a run of the mill museum. He walked through the museum trying to find his way through the place and find what he came for. He took notice of the security. It was slack. There were two guards as that he saw. One was old. The other was fat. Neither of them looked like they could take Jigen on if he was in the middle of a drunken stupor. There were alarms and camera placed through the area but more than likely no one was watching them and the alarm would probably be triggered by destroying something of value. Or something protecting something of value. Jigen wasn’t afraid as half the fun of stealing something was getting into a scuffle with the police. Half the time he would forget to take the thing he stole in the first place. But that only happened when he stole for amusement. This was a mission so there was no forgetting the item in particular.

As Jigen would pass through the area Parents would keep an eye on Jigen. Most people took one look at his scruffy appearance and his smell of alcohol and think the worst. They wouldn’t be wrong this time.

He finally made his way to one particular exhibit. It had strange artifacts and odd sculptures of monsters and other otherworldly creatures. Jigen found the creatures odd and strange looking. But it tipped him off as he was closer to his target item. He found a pedestal with glass surrounding a pair of sapphire jewels. They shined brilliantly against the light of the display. A small bit of information was place next to the pedestal. Out of curiosity Jigen took a look. Only glancing at the information he saw something about the jewels having contained a power of demon. And when in the presence of certain warriors it would turn them into monsters. Jigen didn’t believe in such things so he took it with a grain of salt.

“What some people will believe in. I bet these monsters couldn’t take a 9 millimeter shot to the face.” He said gesturing his hand as if it were a gun. “Well enough diddling around time to work.” Jigen said cracking his fingers and his neck. “Stop right there sir.” Said the fat guard. “I wasn’t doing anything.” Jigen said. “Don’t cause any trouble if you know what’s good for you.” The guard said as he gestured for his taser. Jigen turned around looking at the guard treat his taser as if it was a spaghetti western style gun. “Your joking right? That weapon can only stun people. If you shock me with that thing I’m going to kick your ass so hard you’ll lose thirty pounds from impact alone.” Jigen said. “The guard pulled out the taser and prepared to shoot but it was already too late as Jigen shot the taser right out of hand with his gun. “Looks like the jig is up.” Jigen said. The crowd hearing the gun shot cowered in fear and fled the area.

“Please don’t steal anything from this exhibit! The things in here don’t rightly belong to us. They will shut us down if we can’t keep something this valuable safe.” The guard said terrified by Jigen. “Sucks to be you.” Jigen said as he broke the glass setting off the alarm. “Please tell me the policeman here are armed with real weapons.” Jigen said as he stashed the jewels in his coat pocket.

Revelacaige looked over his shoulder casually as he left the restaurant. This was one of the many tricks he’d learn from being around Cryistelle. Even though the doctor was an alcoholic, he was surprisingly witty. Though Revelacaige kept close eye on Ezekiel. The young man was suddenly woozy and had to sit down on a bench. Revelacaige sat near him, even though there was chance of Ezekiel changing into a rampaging jackal it didn’t faze Revelacaige one bit. This man about to transform into a jackal was still his friend. Ironically, this young man was in charge of the entire court system back at their country. It surprised Revel so no end that the panicky, obsessive, and sometimes a hypochondriac Ezekiel ran half a country…not to mention guided souls to purgatory. There they would wait to be judged. Sadly, the same young man couldn’t remember to change into his other form regularly so his body wouldn’t force it. Revel rolled his eyes. Ezekiel was barely supporting his head as his arm was on the armrest. Ezekiel’s eyes looked dulled over, he was obviously in pain but tried his best not to show it. Revel could see so easily through it though. This child wasn’t brought up to hide physical pain, he was much too pampered. Ezekiel, however, could hide emotional pain well. Revel knew that Ezekiel had been doing that all his life. Still, Revel couldn’t stand to see one of his closest friends like this. It was very slight, but Revel saw Ezekiel wince. This was sign Ezekiel would probably be berserk (sp? My computer doesn’t know what I’m trying to spell X3). The young man had little control over this form anyway, only simple commands that go off his human form’s feelings. Revel on the other hand, had full control; it was simply another form for him to take. It was odd that the others tended to have full control over their forms when Revel was close by in his other form. There was only one way to solve this…and hopefully Cryistelle wouldn’t mind looking after two really big dogs….

Cryistelle was about to busy his self with getting something for Ezekiel’s pain. Then he stopped when he realized it would be pointless. The body could be on all the medicine in the world, if the transformation were not done willingly, it would be very painful. Cryistelle knew that from experience, yet just like Ezekiel, neglected to transform on a regular basis. As he slowly put down a bottle he had picked up, he wondered when was the last time he had taken on his other form. Obviously not recently, but he estimated about 6 months. Now it was little wonder why he had been on edge about alcohol lately. Normally he wasn’t this devastated, but now it made sense. As the manager walked by suspiciously, Cryistelle took off his glasses and pretended he was cleaning them. That guy seemed on edge, Cryistelle thought about Joltaivi the resident thief of the country he was from. Then again, Joltaivi would never go this far away from home. Though the pirates might…but it would be strange for them to come in land. Cryistelle didn’t have the slightest clue who would rob a little store such as this, but it bothered him that the owner was looking at him. Cryistelle suddenly bit his lower lip and told his self it was his body on edge about transforming that him so easily agitated. It suddenly crept inside his mind that there was a good chance his body would force a transformation right now. Although it would be strange to see a coyote in glasses scurry out of the store, at least Cryistelle would have some control over the form and not be some rampaging coyote.

“Err, sir?” Cryistelle asked.

“What?” The owner answered in an agitated manner.

“Have you seen a man walk in here with red hair and glasses?” Cryistelle tried his best to give an accurate description of Joltaivi, but sadly the two of them looked similar.

“Yes I have.”

“Really?” Cryistelle asked with slight enthusiasm.

“Yeah…you.”

Cryistelle’s mood dropped. “Oh, gee, thanks!” He said with a voice oozing sarcasm. He then left to tend to his friends waiting on a bench outside.

Still in search, Jourton looks around building to building trying to find the people he was ordered to protect. Once again looking for help. He approached two individuals sitting on a bench.

“Hi! My name is Jourton Young!” Jourton said. “Hello Jourton.” The man said. “I’m looking for some freaky shape shifting guys. Do you know where I can find some?” Jourton asked. “…What business is it of yours?” The man asked. “I have to escort them to a safe place. Someone bad is after them.” Jourton said as he whispered the last part. “You can’t possibly be serious. You are our escort?” Another man said as he approached Jourton. “Your just a little kid. And a very odd looking one at that.” Said the other man. “You’re the guys I’m supposed to escort?” Jourton said with a surprised look on his face. “Yes. You are correct. My name is Revelacaige. His name is Ezekiel. And he is Cryistelle.” Revelacaige said. “Hello Revelcough, ezekal’el, Crystally.” Jourton said. “Oh now I really need a drink.” Cryistelle said. “What’s wrong with that guy? He ate something bad? It was broccoli wasn’t it?” Jourton said. “Broccoli will do that to even the most iron cast stomach.” Jourton said as he nodded sagely. Ignoring the clear annoyance on Cryistelle’s face. “No. He is soon about to undergo a transformation.” Revelacaige said. “Really?! I wanna see it! Do it do it do it!” Jourton chanted. Suddenly the alarm went off and an arrow shot against a wall nearby them. The area was soon filled with smoke.

“Looks like the villains have arrived already. Everybody hold onto each other’s hand I’m going to fly us to the scene of the crime!” Jourton said as he grabbed Cryistelle hand and took off. Unfortunately nobody grabbed onto his hand due to the fact that the smoke made it impossible to see anything.

When the smoke cleared a girl stood in front of them with her bow casted and ready to fire.

“Please. Come quietly and I won’t have to use force.” The girl said.

Ezekiel leaned heavily on Revelacaige to keep his balance. Everything seemed clouded, and it wasn’t just his vision. Even his thoughts were unclear, the imagine inside his head began to blur. Not being able to sort out your own thoughts was a sign that the transformation would be very painful, and he would have little to no control. The only control he would have would be his feelings from his human form. For instance if the human form felt disgust for another being and the human form had little control over the animal form, the animal form would feel the same and try and kill the other being. It was dangerous not being able to control the other form…He remembered once that he had harbored a slight distrust like of his own wife when she introduced him to one of her friends. She knew he was shy, but insisted on having him meet others. It bothered him to no end when she would randomly invite guests over. This hidden anger was released when he was a jackal. He almost killed his wife; he was seconds away from ripping her throat out. Though to her he was just some wild dog. Luckily, Anubis was there and stopped him. One of the few things that jackal did for him that he wanted. Sadly Ezekiel just left the house for days. He didn’t tell anyone where he went, and he didn’t go to the predictable place he usually hides either. He was so devastated with what he almost did, he couldn’t look his wife in the face for a week, and that’s how long he was away for. Ezekiel didn’t know if he could live with his self and he promptly moped around Revel’s apartment for days. This should have been enough motivation to learn how to control his jackal form, but it was much harder than it sounded. It took years to master, the only reason Ezekiel couldn’t control his other form was because he simply didn’t have to time. He ran half of a country and guided souls at night. Almost every weekend he would sleep in until the late hours of the afternoon. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be half on the bed, or just lying on top of it.

Though now his vision was fading and it was happening. Ezekiel didn’t bother putting up a fight; he brought this upon his self. There was no point in even trying to stop it. If only he could figure out how to control it, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing, but he had no clue….and now…everything went black…

Cryistelle didn’t have a chance to even get to voice his opinion he was simply grabbed. He had closed his eyes, and saw the city beneath his feet. He quickly started and tried to grab on to something, though two things prevented that. The first was that there was nothing to grab on to. Second, he had nothing to grab on with. The sudden stress of the situation made him transform into a coyote. He had the common peppered marking of the coyote, the only real difference was that where a normal tan or brown would be there was a natural red, and this was same color as his hair. This made him easy to find, because coyote’s rarely had his coloration. Cryistelle looked down and saw his clothes slowly drop down. He felt so exposed even if he had fur now. The only thing he liked about being a coyote was that he had perfect vision in this form…and the other heightened senses. Though here he was flying through the air and being held by his paw. Who was this kid anyway? He vaguely remembered, but he wanted to be on land…solid reassuring ground. Psh, when was this kid going to let him down anyway?

Jourton followed the sound of the alarm all the way to a museum entrance. Gunshots can be heard and explosions can be seen as civilians run in terror and cop frantically try to outdo the attacker. Once Jourton made his way there he came to an abrupt stop.

“Wow. That bad guy is a pretty good shot to have made that smoke attack all the way from here.” Jourton said as he scratched his head in confusion. “Hey! Where did the others go? Who are you?” Jourton said confused by who he was holding in his hand. “Cryistelle. And let me go!” He said while trying to get out of his grip. “What happened to your clothes? Why are you naked?” Jourton said with a confused look on his face. “My clothes aren’t made to fit into this form.” Cryistelle said still feeling a bit exposed. “Isn’t there a place where people who transform can get their clothes?” Jourton said. “Yes but all they sell there are purple pants.” Cryistelle said with sigh. “Now let me go kid! You’re starting to make me lose circulation in my hand.” Cryistelle said. “I guess I should seeing as you can’t be there while I undo the villain. Here you stay on that building while I go kick some bad guy butt!” Jourton said. He spun his arm around and threw Cryistelle at the building. Cryistelle luckily rolled onto the building minimalizing injury.

“Have no fear citizens! For I Jourton young shall vanquish this vile villain!” Jourton said in a highly triumphant manner. “Come face me villain and know the evil sting of justice!” Jourton said as he pulled out his dagger. “Who the hell are you kid?” The robber said. “It is I Jourton young! Hero in training! Who are you?” Jourton said spinning his blade and striking a pose while in midair. “My name is Jigen and I don’t have any time to be messing with bratty half pints.” Jigen said as he reloaded his gun. “Now get out of my way. I have a artifact to deliver.” Jigen said as he cocked his gun and aimed at Jourton. “Artifact? What artifact?” Jourton said. “This one!” Jigen said pulling the jewels out of his pocket and holding it out in plain sight. Jourton flew straight toward Jigen and tried to snatch the jewels away from him but Jigen clutched it into his hand tightly and once he came within range he struck him with the blunt end of the gun. “Ow! That really hurt!” Jourton said rubbing his head. Jigen then proceeded to kick him sending him fly several feet into the nearby police car bunkers.

“That’s it! I’m going to teach you a lesson!” Jourton said. Jourton jumped into the air much to the confusion of everyone however when he hit the ground a pillar of rock shot Jigen into the air. Completely stunned by the attack Jigen let go of the jewels. In anger Jigen began opening fire on Jourton as he plummeted to the ground. Jourton quickly dodged it and used his breath to blow Jigen onto the roof thus weakening the damage from falling. The jewels fell onto the ground in front of Jourton. Noticing them he picked them up. “I thought that guy was after the shape shifting dudes. I guess he was just some thief trying to steal these jewels. Woah. I can feel magic from these things. Something tells me I should hold onto this and report back to Swifteye about this. He usually finds this stuff cool.” Jourton said as he put the jewels in his pocket and went for the rooftop to look for Cryistelle. Only he did not see Cryistelle anywhere. “Where did that guy go? Oh man if anything bad happens to that dude Swifteye will never let me hear the end of it.” Jourton said as he flew off calling Cryistelle’s name in the same incorrect manner as before.

“The cops made their way to the building only to be greeted by a handful of grenades flying across the sky and into their general direction blowing up cars buildings and killing unlucky cops all in one fell swoop. “When I find that kid. I’m gonna kick his ass.” Jigen said as he ran off jumped from rooftop to rooftop in search of Jourton.

One of the many tricks the Coyote taught Cryistelle was a coyote’s seemingly unnatural ability to maneuver in almost any situation. Thus Cryistelle found his self on the nice firm ground. He suddenly yawned and shook his body as if he were wet, though he didn’t know why. Maybe it was his brain shifting for this form. On the ground he wasn’t a big coyote, certainly not as big as the Coyote, but he was the size of an average male coyote. Cryistelle slowly lifted one paw, for he was still a bit uncomfortable walking with four legs. As he put pressure on this first leg he heard the sound of cracking glass and felt something buckle down under his paw. He quickly lifted it to find he had crushed his one glasses. Now he was stuck in this form for a while, not because he didn’t have any clothes, but because he couldn’t see very well in his other one. He sighed and trotted off. If anyone had no real knowledge of canines, he would just appear as some dog making his way down the street. He curled his slightly long brushy tail about his body and waited for Jourton…or whatever that kid’s name was. He suddenly grinned. Hehe, purple pants! Silly, kid, coyotes don’t wear clothes…or did they?

His strange thoughts were interrupted when he saw Jourton above. He barked, for even though he managed to talk before, it could be difficult to talk. The mouth was built differently; it could get sore saying words it wasn’t meant to say. The coyote warned this would happen but he continued to try anyway. He learned to talk, but not for long. Why did that coyote always have to be right? His tail began to wag when Jourton came down. Cryistellé got up and went over to him, though Cryistellé wasn’t too eager to see the young fox, and his body gestures showed his feelings.

“Hey!” Jourton said, as if expecting a verbal reply. Cryistellé cocked his ears at a jaunty angle and made a noise some where between a growl and a yelp.

“Hey, why aren’t you talking like you did before?” Jourton leaned over to Cryistellé, who promptly leaned back. “Ok…say…Hi!” Jourton commanded. Cryistellé opened his mouth, but only to yawn. This kid had to be kidding. He was sent to protect them, and yet he didn’t know the simple restrictions they had in certain forms. The red coyote rolled his eyes. He was stuck in this form and did know his way around this city. Positively lovely, he thought sarcastically. “Hey! What are you doing?” He slipped under Jourton so the fox was on his back backwards and ran off into the direction of the smoke. His friends were back there and he just wasn’t going to leave them there with whatever caused the explosion. It didn’t even cross his mind that if Revel was hurt he could sneak some wine.

Ezekiel had transformed into his jackal form. He had absolutely no control over it either and was acting wild and dangerous. Madeline unaware of this power was terrified by the very sight. Revelacaige tried to hold him down but was unable. Ezekiel blind with rage went straight for Madeline. Madeline jumped out of the way of Ezekiel and landed on top of nearby sign.

“They can transform into monsters? I can see why someone might want to kill them if only out of fear but why capture them. Wouldn’t that be asking for trouble?” Madeline thought to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by Ezekiel tearing the sign from the ground and shaking it like a leaf. Madeline fell of the sign and quickly got on her feet once more. She tried to shoot an arrow at Ezekiel but would either miss or have to abort the shot to escape his grasp. She finally took a leap into the air and landed on Ezekiel’s back. She pulled out a bottle of chloroform that she uses when her target is unstable and impossible to fight with passive weaponry. She ripped off her skirt and covered it in the liquid; she then puts it on his face. It takes only a couple of seconds but he fall unconscious. However, he was still in his Jackal form.

Regaining her posture, she prepared to shoot her bow at Revelacaige. “You don’t plan on turning into a monster as well do you?” Madeline asks. “What if I did?” Revelacaige asked with a bit of anger in his voice. “I will do to you what I did to your friend.” Madeline said. Suddenly she was pounced on by Cryistellé. He growled at her, which made her panic and scream. The yell hurt Cryistellé ears. She kicked Cryistellé in the scrotum, which caused him to yelp and wince. She then kicked him off her and got back on her feet. “Oh I’m in over my head again.” Madeline said finally letting the fear of being killed by them overwhelm.

“Have no fear! Eh, what’s going on here?” Jourton said as he sped to the scene. “Why are you guys attacking this girl? Are you bad guys now?” Jourton asked confused. “No she was attacking us.” Revelacaige said. “Really? You guys are getting beat up by a girl. You guy do need a bodyguard. Good thing Swifteye told me to help you guys out.” Jourton said. Suddenly Madeline let out a squeal of joy. “You guys didn’t tell me you were friends with Swifteye?!” Madeline said in an excited manner. “You know Swifteye?” Jourton said. “Yep. I’ve known him since he had one tail.” Madeline said cheerfully as she let go of her weapons. “I am sorry you guys I didn’t know you were friends with Swifteye. I was just doing my job.” Madeline said. “That’s okay. You’re a bounty hunter. You’re just doing your job. Who hired you anyways?” Revelacaige asked. “It does matter. It’s water under the bridge. I’m going to help you guys out now.” Madeline said. Her phone rang suddenly. She grabbed the phone and looked on the screen only for it to be her boss. Instead of answering it though, she threw it wayside. Come on guys! Let’s go meet Swifteye!” Madeline said as she tried to picked up the unconscious Ezekiel. “Wait how do we plan on getting there? This isn’t an easy travelling group.” Revelacaige said. “Hmm. I got an idea!” Jourton said. Jourton went in one building bought a bunch of strong, went in the other building, and bought a bunch of chairs. He tied the string around the chairs making sure the knots were tight. Madeline noticing what Jourton was doing sat in one of the chairs. Jourton then tightened her up in the chair. Revelacaige did the same and put Ezekiel in a seat along with Cryistellé. Finally, Jourton tied the string onto himself. “Okay friends your riding the Jourton Young express! Please keep all hands away from the closing doors.

Jourton started out slow but built up speed and before they knew it, he was carrying all of them across the sky like a makeshift Santa’s sleigh. “Where are we going?” Revelacaige asked. “To Sakura Island!” Jourton said. “Shouldn’t we be heading towards the sea rather than into the mainland?” Revelacaige said point into the direction of the sea. “No silly. Sakura Island isn’t in the sea. It’s in the sky.” Madeline said.

Back at the Town Jigen had made it back to the area where Jourton and the others once were. “He cursed himself that he wasn’t able to get there on time to exact his revenge. Suddenly a phone rang. Jigen making sure it wasn’t his noticed a phone lying on the ground. He picked up the phone and answered it. “Who is this?” Jigen asked.

Cryistellé gazed at Revel wearily, Revel who was obviously in a bad mood. Revel didn’t trust anyone he didn’t know well. Though Revel was angry, he wasn’t going to transform. Revel was the only one who could control his transformations. Never mind Revel though, the coyote had blood on his inner thigh and wanted to lick it. This was perfectly normal, what animal in pain wouldn’t want to lick blood away from their bodies. Sadly, as Cryistellé bent over to lick it, his restraints came loose, and along with an unconscious jackal, he fell off the sleigh. Once again, he was in the air. Only this time, he wasn’t flying he was falling. While in midair, he grabbed Ezekiel, regardless of the danger of him waking up. Still, Cryistellé could over power Ezekiel, even though it would take awhile. Ezekiel could be very strong when he had a mind to be, but he could be overpowered if the other person holding him had an even stronger will than his own. Thus, a coyote seemingly hugged a sleeping jackal as they both fell.

Revel didn’t hesitate to unstrap himself and go after his friends. It didn’t even occur to him that he might not be able to really do anything even if he did get a go grasp on them. They were his friends and Revel wasn’t quick to let anyone into his circle of friends easily. Though none of them could die…they could get hurt. Oh, what an unlucky day… he thought…then he saw something

Ezekiel slowly opened his eyes to find his self-flying through the air. He heard his self-whimper, indicating he was still in the form of a jackal. He looked around to find himself on…fur? No…a cloud? Ezekiel sniffed it. It was a cloud that felt like fur. He knew this scent…

He looked over to see Cryistellé in the form of a coyote. This was good because they could talk now.

“Cryistellé…?”

The coyote was lying down, obviously tired. “Yeah, Zeke?”

Ezekiel looked around wearily. “Where are we? This cloud smells like an animal, yet it is not.”

The coyote chuckled slightly nodding toward the front of the cloud. “On Don’s back.” He replied airily.

Ezekiel smiled slightly. That was Cryistellé, cool and relaxed as usual. Ever since they were kids, he was like that. Ezekiel often looked up to Cryistellé as an older brother. The two were two years apart; Cryistellé was obviously the older one. Ezekiel would always look to him for guidance, and when everyone called him mad or daft, Ezekiel would go to Cryistellé for comfort. Even though Cryistellé didn’t like to talk about it, he remained unopinionated (word? X3) on the subject. He lied his head down. Yes, Don was a nue, but he was good. Don was a guardian back where they were from, and the only ones Don attacked were those who did wrong. Ezekiel felt so relaxed, he was in control of his other form, and he was flying on a cold what could be better? He suddenly felt someone stroking him like a dog. His body suddenly tensed.

“Ezekiel, you’re always so tense.” He heard a voice say. “Relax, you’re in the safest place possible, Eze- er, your honor.” They said quickly correcting themselves.

Ezekiel looked up and saw one of the heads of the night patrol, Xhimerise. He was dressed in his usually dark clothes, though in his defense it was getting dark. The young man was actually a rare breed of fox. The Dual Fox, named for their two forms they have ability to assume, whether it be on command or not. There were a few of them…three or four tops. They were created under special circumstances, and these circumstances either rarely happened even if they did happen, sometimes a Dual Fox wasn’t born even then. Though one thing was for sure, if Xhimerise was here, Joltaivi wasn’t far away. Oh…great…

Jourton continues flying in the direction of the island. After awhile they made it to the island. The island had parts of it that looked tropical but there were also pine trees that would grow in forests. There was ancient buildings and temples that seem to have been built many years ago. The people wore ancient garbs and very basic clothing. Except of course for the light kitsune who wore kimono that were lavishly made and meticulously crafted. One Kitsune in particular was blue instead of the white but seemed to be one of the many light kitsune. He wore a kimono with a yin yang symbols stitched into his kimono he wore yellow shoes and a hat with a long antennae coming out of it. “Swifteye! I got those mutant guys who wanted to find!” Jourton said. Madeline who had actually fallen asleep during the ride began to wake back up. “I don’t see anybody but a bunch of chairs. That and Madeline.” Swifteye said as he scratched his head wondering why Jourton had chairs tied to him. “No. The guys are sitting in their chairs right now. Ahh! Where did they go?!” Jourton said as he looks behind him only to see just Madeline. “Where did they go? You don’t think they fell off do you? Oh how terrible.” Madeline said as she peered over the edge of the island. “I can fix this! I’ll just go look for them!” Jourton said as he leapt off the island and started searching for them.

“What are you doing here Madeline?” Swifteye asked. “I came along for the ride.” Madeline said. “I knew I should not have left this job to him.” Swifteye said slightly annoyed by Jourton’s mishap. “What made you change your mind?” Madeline asked. “Lilac said I needed to give him a chance. She takes pity on the boy.” Swifteye said. “I’m sure everything will be fine.” Madeline said.

Joltaivi laid back in his chair and took a long sip of tea. He was a smart young man, and knew better than to drink any kind of alcohol. His body didn’t handle the substance very well, and it only took a few sips for him to drunk. Thus, he made tea a habit. He was dressed in the manner of Cryistellé and Revelaçaige, casual. Ezekiel had money to flaunt and he dressed like it. Even though they all dressed as if they were from the 19th century, Ezekiel’s outfit was more elaborate than everyone else’s was. Joltaivi, however much he wanted to dress like Ezekiel, was smarter than to try it. He needed to blend in, not that it mattered if Xhimerise was after him. All Joltaivi wanted to do is blend in, so on the off chance these strange idiotic animal-people were able to identify him. He knew people usually came by this town, and it was best to look like everyone else. He took another long sip. Tea also relaxed him, and this delayed him from taking on his own form.

He sighed contently; he had seen Ezekiel a few hours before hand. The young man should really learn how to control that other form of his, but then again, anyone could handle that jackal. Ezekiel wasn’t even in his Celestial form; of course, that cat could take him on! Heck, anyone could. It was a simple as containing a wild jackal…though the only time Ezekiel did use his Celestial form was when Anubis took over the boy’s body and forced it out. Joltaivi grinned. He was so glad he didn’t have an animal spirit working with him. No, he was a Dual Fox, and they could be even worse if not controlled. Joltaivi could only be controlled unwillingly if some used a powerful spell. However, Joltaivi never bothered to control his other form, whatever happened, happened. If he killed, he killed.

The young man took a slight resemblance to Cryistellé; this went as far as the red hair and glasses. Joltaivi eyes were a bright orange, and he had much longer hair than Cryistellé. Lastly, Joltaivi didn’t have the half-asleep look, Joltaivi appeared lively, and looked as if his mind was always at work. When he saw something he wanted, he’d get it regardless of how he would end up getting it. He didn’t care if others got hurt, they shouldn’t get in his way if they didn’t want to die.

He paused his thoughts when he saw a strange animal go by. It was a green hedgehog…strange…he didn’t know Hedgehogs could be green. Though he knew better than abruptly go to him, the hedgehog did look rather dangerous…, but there was something about him…something on him Joltaivi was interested in. No problem, he’d find a way to find out what it was.

Joltaivi quickly got up and casually made his way over. “Er, excuse me, sir…if you’re not too busy, could I ask you something?”

“What do you want?” Jigen asked impatiently. “Nothing. You don’t look like you’re from around here. Are you on vacation or something?” Joltaivi asked. “Vacation?! In this hole in the wall of a place? No way. This place far too boring for me.” Jigen said. “Well then what are you doing here?” Joltaivi prodded. “I’m on business. My first job was to steal these priceless “magical” jewels to my employer. Then some punk kid ruined it. Now I don’t know where those jewels are. Now my main objective is to capture some sap and bring him to the same area I planned on dropping off the jewels.” Jigen said as he started putting bullets into the chambers of his gun. “Sounds like they have something in common.” Joltaivi said. “Maybe. I don’t care either way as long as I get paid. If I manage to find these jewels and deliver the sucker to the guy who’s employing me I’ll get paid the big bucks.” Jigen said as he put the gun back to normal and spun it around on his finger. “Sounds like a lot of work for one guy. Perhaps you might need a bit of help.” Joltaivi suggested. “Hmm. I might need another person to keep watch on the guy in case he tries to make a run for it. Sure. What’s the catch?” Jigen said as he waved his gun at Joltaivi. “No catch. I just want a cut of the money is all.” Joltaivi said as he avoided the gun when it was waved in his direction. “Fine. It’s a deal. Come on! We need to get going if we’re going to find these guys.” Jigen said. “Right. I’m right behind ya!” Joltaivi said.

Jigen and Joltaivi rode in the Jigen mobile. They raced along the countryside looking for Jourton or Ezekiel. Eventually they arrived in the Green Plains. From that, point on vehicles was something of a luxury to own or even operate. From that, point on Jigen’s vehicle was offroad. As they rode through the Green Plains, they saw Jourton flying around an odd cloud. Jigen knew also that the description given by his employer that Ezekiel was in the same company. He followed them until they came to an island floating in the sky. It looked to e thousands of feet into the air. A long bridge connecting the island to the ground seemed to be the only way to get there although if you could fly it would save you a lot of time. Jigen inspected the size and length of the bridge and decided that his car can fit on the bridge. He positioned his car perfectly against the bridge lining it up as best he can. “Woah. Buddy. Maybe we can just walk up the bridge. This idea is a little mad. I mean it was meant to hold people what if it breaks?” Joltaivi said nervously as the thought of plummeting from the bridge at lethal heights crossed through his mind. Jigen ignored Joltaivi’s suggestions as he revved up his cars and raced up the bridge. At first, they didn’t go very far very fast. Then Jigen pressed a red button on the cars dashed board. The Vehicle began moving at an incredible speed. They bumped against the railing. After several feet as Joltaivi expected the bridge began buckling under the weight of the car. Joltaivi began panicking meanwhile Jigen was well into the moment just riding and maintaining the vehicle. Eventually the bridge guards saw Jigen’s vehicle riding up the crumbling bridge and were dumbfounded by the sight. They had never seen a car before. The guards scrambled out of the way of Jigen’s vehicle as it flew into the air due to the speed of riding off the bridge. “Look! I’m going to get the guy! You create a distraction!” Jigen said as he jumped out of the car and into a nearby clearing of trees. Joltaivi doing the same jumped into a tree before the car crashed into a nearby building. “Maybe I was better off with Xhimerise.” Joltaivi said as the branch he was laying on gave way and led him falling flat on his butt.

He scowled slightly as he saw his brush showing, and it wasn’t even the normal one either, it was the actual Dual Fox Form’s tail. It was red with a black strip of strange markings going around it. That idiot, he didn’t know what would have happened. His brush was huge, he could curl it around his body in the manner of a fox, and that’s what the animal usually did when cold. Nonetheless, the point was that there was no hiding it. It was much too large to hide, thus he had to have it out. Joltaivi growled in a low tone. He hated when his tail was out, it got in the way and everything. He got up slowly and used the tree to balance as he got up, though as he turned around he started slightly. There was huge black canine-like animal. It had red eye markings, and red highlights to certain parts of its fur, such as its chest fur. The reason Joltaivi didn’t start in a more dramatic manner was that he knew exactly who it was. He ruffled the animal’s ears, the ears were both large, like a coyote’s, and one was folded, while the other was unfolded. The animal usually carried its ears in that manner. However, Joltaivi quickly withdrew his hand as the animal growled.

“As touchy as ever, eh revel?”

The animal made some noise between a growl and a snort. In addition, he stood up on all fours, and still looked rather muscular, though he managed to keep his body at a slim build. It was difficult to tell what Revel truly was, he looked like a large mix between a jackal, coyote, and fox. Coyote because of his ears and slightly muscular build, jackal because of his partially slim build and fox because of his large brushy tail and retractable claws. “You know I don’t like it when you pet me.”

Joltaivi shrugged. “But you’re so pettable.”

“And shows your brush, but you don’t see me trying to pet it.” He nodded toward the strange black-tipped tail. He suddenly licked his muzzle. Joltaivi knew it was blood. Revel had hunted earlier, though why Ezekiel and Cryistellé weren’t around him, he had no clue.

“So, what did you eat earlier?”

“A rabbit. It was rather plump…and tender.” Revel answered as he began to walk, and Joltaivi followed. His licked his muzzle again for any excess blood in his whiskers. “I knew you were about though, I saw Don, and Don means that Xhimerise is somewhere about…meaning he’s tracking you. Though I have to go find Xhimerise soon anyway, so I wouldn’t suggest tagging along with me for too long.”

Joltaivi’s brush curled slightly at the end. “Why are you looking for Xhim anyway?”

“Ezekiel and Cryistellé are with him.”

“Oh, that explains why they weren’t with you.”

Revel scoffed. “Hrm, that’s why it is indeed. Why are you here?”

“Honestly, I was just passing by, and then I met this hedgehog. I was supposed to being doing something for him, but I can’t remember, distractions I think. However, who cares, I’m down here…, and he’s over there. I won’t be much help.”

“I can’t imagine you being helpful in the first place.” The strange canine said in his usual blunt tone.

“Revel…why are you in your strange…whatever you are supposed to be form?” Joltaivi asked as he grinned at Revelaçaige’s comment.

“Well, I was flying in some contraption, when Ezekiel and Cryistellé fell off. Ezekiel was a jackal, and unconscious, and Cryistellé was a coyote, so it’s not as if they had anything to grab on to. So, I jumped off after them-”

“You’re always trying to be the savior, you’re so loyal. Would you do that for me if I were falling?”

Revel paused. “I’d think about it first. The pros and cons of you being in the hospital for a few months…though when I think about it now, the pros are out numbering the cons…” He went back to his previous subject. “Any I transformed because it would be easier to get them…but they were swooped up by Don, just when I was about to got them. He accidently missed me though.”

“I’d miss you on purpose!”

Revelaçaige growled. “Any, knowing the both of them were safe, I landed in this place.”

“What about the rabbit?”

The large animal scowled. “And I caught a rabbit because I was hungry. There.”

Joltaivi pet Revel’s head. “It means a lot you’d grace my ears with such information.”

“Shut up.”

“Why are you always so touchy? It’s not like I’m your brother.”

“I just don’t like you that much.”

“You’re still mad over what happened aren’t you?” Joltaivi shook his head as he quickly took his hand back before Revel’s jaws snapped on it. “Tsk, don’t you know to forgive and forget?”

“Hmph, I just don’t trust you anymore after what you did.”

“Revel, I really want to be friends…again.” Joltaivi couldn’t hide his playful smirk.

“We were never friends, Joltaivi.” Revel shot.

“But we had trust, and that’s all that matters.”

“I trust you to be the person I can’t trust…if that matters any.”

“See?” The Dual Fox said happily. “We’re building trust back already.”

Revel rolled his dark purple eyes. “Please, Joltaivi….just…just stop talking.”

Jigen made his way through the village avoiding the kitsune and Majeckidors (natives of Sakura Island) who were reacting to the damaged Jigen caused. “Now if I was a Shape shifting weirdo where would I go?” Jigen murmured to himself. At the corner of his eye, he saw a huge spiked blossom hurl its way toward him. Quick reflexes kicked in well before his mind computed what was happening and he jumped out of the way. “What the hell was that?!” Jigen said slightly stunned by the random assault from nowhere. The blossom was pulled into the hands of a kitsune. This kitsune was different from the ones wearing nice clothing. It instead had a tribal appearance. Her body had vines and flowers growing around her to form a dress. However, it appeared she was not wearing it so much as it was attached to her body.

The blossom spike ball matched the one on her head. It was much smaller though and not nearly as spiky. There was only one but then a blossom grew into place to the match the one on the other side of her. “Are you the one who has caused this chaos?” She said as she wrapped the vines around her arm. “So what if I am?” Jigen said as he pulled out gun pointing it with his finger on the trigger. “Why have you come here? Why have you caused so much destruction in your wake?” She said. “Because I felt like it. And because I’m here to hunt someone down and take them to a person who is paying me big bucks. So if you don’t mind I’m going to go do that.” Jigen said as he inched his further away from her keeping. “If you are here for who I suspect you are here for I’m afraid I must impede your path.” She said as she raised the spike ball off ground. This is your last chance.” She said. Jigen shot a bullet in her arm hoping to loosen her grip of the weapon but the bullet did not seem to affect her. In fact, the bullet went through her body as if it was a tightly knit collection of grass rather than flesh. The hole that the bullet created mended itself back to normal. She shook her head. “When will you mortals ever learn?” She said as she spun the spike ball preparing another strike. She launched the spike ball at Jigen again. Jigen jumped out of the way. She quickly pulled the spike ball back and twirled it preparing to attack again. Jigen started running away. The girl ran after him. Repeatedly she threw the spike ball at him Jigen’s quick reflexes get him out the attack with one strike brushing up against him. Even the slight touched caused pain as thorns practically jumped onto his body and dug into his skin. Eventually she struck her spike ball into a tree getting it stuck in one as a result. This gave Jigen ample time to escape.

No longer paying attention to where he was going he ran into Jourton. He trip over him and rolled for a bit before getting on his feet again. “What are you doing here?” Jourton said. “You? Arrgh! I thought it was bad enough without running into you!” Jigen said angrily. “Are you the bad guy who’s causing trouble? If you wanted to rematch you could have just asked although hero’s always win.” Jourton said confidently. “Psh. I don’t want to waste time with you I have a real threat. In the form of a girl that is apparently made of plants. I’m guessing she takes the term “flower child” seriously.” Jigen said as he looked behind him to make sure she had not caught. “You mean Lilac? She’s a Forest kitsune. Plants are there specialty.” Jourton said. “You know she probably won’t hit you with her blossom spike ball if you give up.” Jourton said. “You don’t say?” Jigen said pretending to sound interested. “Yep. In fact you can tell her you’re going to surrender right now.” Jourton said as he pointed at Lilac. “Hey Lilac! I found the attacker! He gave up!” Jourton yelled. Jigen grabbed Jourton’s hand bent it back and slammed him in the face with his elbow. Lilac reacting to his attack threw her spike ball at Jigen. Thinking quickly Jigen used Jourton as a shield. Lilac was petrified when she saw she had hit Jourton instead. This gave Jigen more time to escape once again. “Oh my goddess! Are you alright?!” Lilac said as she peeled him off the spike ball. “I’m okay…” Jourton said painfully trying to put on a good face and using thumbs up for verification. “That hedgehog is much craftier than most mortals. This is very disconcerting.” Lilac said. “Don’t let him away…” Jourton said. “Friends before enemies; I must undo the damage I have done unto you.” Lilac said as he picked up Jourton and carted him away leaving the blossom spike ball on the ground. The spike ball quickly decaying and disappeared.

“Man that was close. Hopefully I don’t have any more problems.” Jigen says to himself.

Ezekiel was relieved to be on solid ground, but when he looked over to Cryistellé, the doctor looked much more relived. He thought this was strange, but had much more important things to worry about. That cat for instance, he vaguely remembered a cat… he hated cats. Ezekiel hated most animals in general, but cats of any form he hated cats the most… no… jackals. No, not jackals, The Jackal, that thing ruined his life… and his marriage tons of other things that didn’t come to mind now. He shook his self in the manner that any dog would. He glanced over to see Cryistellé looking as tired as ever. Though it could be hard to tell if he really was tired, or if he just awake, because that was his natural look. Ezekiel padded over to his friend at not too quick of a pace. Ezekiel had always secretly admired Cryistelle’s coat. It was a dark red, like the color of his hair. Ezekiel’s coat was a graceful brown color, like his hair, it wasn’t too light and not too dark. His coat was also pretty, but Ezekiel never saw any beauty in his self. Though he definitely had an eye to spot it, he never saw it in his self. His back was flecked with black and gray fur, for he also had the marking of the black-backed jackal. Then his side had swirling horizontal stripes going along his sides, a marking of the Side-stripped Jackal. Ezekiel sported most of the markings of the jackal except the Simeon Jackal, well, he was still part Simeon, it just didn’t show in his coat as much as the other jackals did. It was strange Ezekiel didn’t see the beauty in his own coat; he was almost hunted for it on several occasions. However, every time, Revel and Cryistellé would save him.

“Xhimerise?” He asked.

Xhimerise was daintily sipping some sweet tea he had bought. He could never touch alcohol, thought he was always curious about the taste; he had the same problem as Joltaivi and Ezekiel. “Yes, sir?”

“Did you check on Miriyiah and Bhikkari before you left?”

Xhimerise shrugged. “Uh, not exactly. I was chasing Joltaivi and he led me here. Well, the patrol found him here and asked for me to come.”

“Ah, well, you are the only one who has a chance of catching him, only another Dual Fox can catch another Dual Fox...”He sneered. “ Unless Marius gets dragged into this.” Then the jackal sighed thoughtfully. “I hope those other two are okay though.”

“I’m sure they are, sir, they can take care of themselves, though Bhikkari must be having a field day without me.” He said tapping his fingernail against his cup. “I can’t see Marius even remotely caring about Joltaivi and me. He’s the least confrontational person I know… well… there Is Cryistellé and Miriyiah… and myself.” He added with a grin, and then scowled when he heard Cryistellé scoff. “Then again, sir, you might not want to talk so much in your current form, your mouth might get tired, and you’ll have to resort to the normal growls and yips of a jackal.”

“I know I probably shouldn’t, but I don’t like talking… ‘Normally’… it makes me feel like an animal.” Ezekiel said bluntly. “I’m not going to degrade myself.”

“Makes sense, sir.”

“Oh, please, stop entertaining him.” The coyote snapped.

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