//------------------------------// // Don't Fear The Reaper // Story: My Little Pony: Idiocy Is Magic // by Jaohni //------------------------------// "AGH" shouted a familiar voice, and I would have been content to leave it as George just hitting on random ponies...but then I heard a sickening sound of metal on stone and rushed over there, and I could have been mistaken, but it sounded like the entire town was converging on the location of the enigma that was George. I was speeding fast, in my bullet/capsule looking shape and I detected something with my seikkuken... 'pole-arm' I thought as I spun out of my wing based shell, as I kicked at the handle of the weapon, stopping it in it's tracks with my foot... right before a punch came heading towards my stomach, a punch that I promptly blocked with a side-flip with my arm extended, unlocking my opponent's scythe and deflecting the punch, resulting in my opponent rotating, and I was about to hit him with a knife-hand chop, when he used his left leg to kick, and I blocked, as he used the kick to push himself away, falling into a combat stance. After getting a better look at my opponent, I noticed he had a gray robe on, and I couldn't see past the shadow the hood cast, and other than the scythe, which was black as night and made entirely of metal (at least from what I saw), he had no other defining traits, other than the fact that he was definitely bipedal. "Tokanomi, what is your name?" {note: in Nokarion, Tokanomi basically means reaper, or more acurately, he or she who successfully kills, for those interested} I said this in a (hopefully) threatening voice and tone. Fortunately I think it worked, at least partially. "I have no reason to give it to one who knows it" 'That voice...no not possible, there's no way in hell or Hades that it's her... I was beyond reason at this point, staring wide eyed at him-no, her...a very specific her that I never got to say good-bye to five years ago. "What happened to you? You were always a pacifist back then, you wouldn't hurt a rock that just insulted you-...our grandmother" I said levelly, barely containing the mass cocktail that was my emotional state at the time. "You were one in the same as me, you always were, I think we both changed". No, that was wrong, she would NEVER hurt anyone, but the bruises on George's arm say otherwise...'she really did change, but how, I remember the doctor's face when he told me' I thought. "So you became a reaper of souls? Death incarnate? there's no way you would do that, you may have learned to fight but there is NO way that you would ever kill someone. What happened to you?" I said, with the pain and longing prominent in an otherwise monotone voice. "You're the same as you were back then, except now you know a fancy dance move or two. I should have known you would never settle for what the doctors told me. You became a martial artist to stop people from dieing, right?" she said, stabbing at every button I had, raising my sense of dread. she changed, and so did I, it just seems that nobody is willing to admit that the other really changed... I mused silently, before George spoke up "Who is she? she just attacked me out of no-where man! I mean really, who does that? I didn't even hit on her insistently." Said a very stricken George, still nursing a cut that was small enough to have been made with paper. "Well, George really hasn't changed either." Mused the girl before me drily. "You said either. Not the right word to use, in my opinion." I had calmed down enough to regain my demeanor, if nothing else. "Other than your wings, what changed?" She said, though I figured she was curious at this point "JAMES!" shouted the voice of a cyan blur...directly before she was caught. Caught by the hand of girl I once knew around her neck "Let her go. now." I said, manifesting the very same killing intent that I used to stare down gangs on a daily basis. She did let go of Dash, pushing her to the side, pretty much forgetting her. "James, since when did you get scary?" "Since right now" I muttered before using a thrust-kick aimed at the girl's head (approximately), but she ducked it, dropping her hood and revealing the face of a 14 year old girl, with long blond hair falling past her neck, striking red eyes, and a mask that was totally black, and revealing no features...wait that's wrong, her eyes are supposed to be blue. "Wait, not possible" said a very stunned George, as a crowd of ponies started checking out what was happening in the quaint little street we were on. "Five years I thought you were dead. Five years, and I kept blaming myself for what happened to you." I said "And five years I was away from you, my family and my friends, I think that balances it out" she wittily replied "Huh?You know her?" said a very confused Dash. "Oh yeah, and she, is very talkat- ACK!" that was the sound of me being cut-off by a scythe, fortunately to my dodging skills however, that proved to be entirely figurative rather than literal. I responded with a punch to her stomach, but she deflected the punch with the hilt of her scythe, returning us to our stalemate. "So, did you ever get over your crush o-" again, she cut me off! how rude. This time she used the end of the handle of the scythe to poke at me, and she got me right in the stomach, but I didn't even flinch (but I was very tempted to vomit). "Nice form, bit over-reactive though" I noted drily, as I pushed the edge of the scythe away from me with a finger, allowing the girl to adopt a passive stance. "So, who did she have a crush on?" said a suddenly curious Dash "Oh, she has a cru-" and yet again I had to dodge a scythe coming my way, when the girl followed through she held her nose up indignantly "That's hardly fair seeing as you seem to have developed an affection fo-" and it seems that the whole interrupting via fatal blows thing runs in the family, I thought drily as I kicked at the girl's throat, what I didn't know was that I was blushing madly, and that she ducked the kick AGAIN. "What's going on here James?" Said a very confused Twilight, who just stepped inside the circle the crowd had made "And that, James is my cue to leave" said the girl, bowing dramatically, as she pulled up her hood on the robe, and stepped away, then she added "Since James was to rude to introduce me to those of you who don't know me, I'm Susan, his sister." _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Just a quick little bit of writing I decided to write for the period of about an hour, took so long because I had an author visit my school, and do an interactive talk with a bunch of kids from grade nine with me, so I was thinking about some advice she offered, but as you can tell from my quality, that kind of went out the window