Chapter 3 : A Hybrid’s Wit
As Shana looks around, she sees the wellknown characteristics of a fuzetsu around her, but its not as intense everywhere, as if the caster of the fuzetsu has trouble keeping it up, despite it being not that large.
As she redirect your gaze towards "Alex" she notices a very small malachite colored flame on his hand.
Very weak, but noticable.
A necklace and a bracelet are transmitting a soft glow, which she immediately identifies as being hougu's, with a purpose unknown.
But all of that doesn't shock her as much as the fact she didn't feel the manipulation of power of existance needed to cast a fuzetsu until it was already forming.
“I cannot sense him or his movements!” Shana thinks shocked.
In the split second she notices all of this, a drop of sweat slowly falls from Alex his forehead.
Shana feesl a bit les threatened, apparently this is about as far as he can go.
“Should I draw Nietono no Shana and end this right now?” she thinks.
“Or should I find out a bit more first?”
Alex coughs, and the second he does that the fuzetsu starts to flicker.
At the same time the radiance of the bracelet hougu increases for a split second, followed by the fuzetsu returning to its normal density.
“CAUTION SHANA!” Alastor exclaims, and Shana instinctively draws her longsword in a reflex, her hair taking its fiery red colour.
“Alastor..just what…is he?”
“Hmm...it appears that it is Malachite The Cross. It is a cross between a Human and a Denizen...he doesn't have enough power to control the Fuzetsu for long but I guess that he can still control some Power of Existance unlike Humans.”
“A hybrid?” Shana says surprised.
“I never really liked that name” the existence now known as Malachite says.
“To humans, my father’s kind are the closest to demons, yet he gave me a name involving a cross..
Father had a strange sense of humour.
He never forgave me when I decided to use a name I liked better.
Ofcourse, rarely eating humans did not help.
Maybe I am more like mother after all.”
The Malachite green flame on his hand grows larger, in a futile display of power.
“He does not seem to cause any harm at this point Shana. We don’t have to necessarily fight him” Alastor advises.
““Indeed” she replies, “ he claims not to eat humans on a regular basis…”
Your name also represents that you are a "cross" nature...meaning you are not human nor Denizen..” Alastor says speaking to Malachite directly, “I guess there was another purpose behind the name besides...sense of humor...”
“I suppose you could see it that way, flame of heaven.
Being a hybrid, I suppose I am a jack of all trades, but a master of none.
I can control power of existance, but I need a hougu to channel my thoughts so I can actually use it since humans cannot concentrate enough on a single thing in order to cast unrestricted spells.
It is one of the more annoying parts of having mixed blood.
However, it is not without its uses.
The human nature allows me to move undetected in a fuzetsu, and prevents flame hazes and denizens from predicting my attacks. Unfortunately, it also means that I can still be eaten by even a Rinne.
And it makes battling flame hazes difficult.
Believe me when I say my name was merely meant as a joke.
You will probably understand when I tell you my father is Dantalion, the seeking researcher.
My mother was a mere human.
I suppose it was simply an experiment.
Now, could you please ask that little inferno of yours to lower her sword?
It makes me nervous.”
Shana cannot help but feel offended being called like that.
How dare he make fun of her in such a way!
“How did you call me?...” she says while pinning him down at the spot with her eyes only.
“Shana...it's alright...he's harmless!” Alastor reprimands her.
With a deep breath she lowers the Nietono no Shana, but she doesn’t sheathe it yet. .
“Is that why you revealed yourself?” she asks him.
“Because you feel like you have nowhere to go? That you belong nowhere?”
The Malachite colored flame on Alex, no, Malachites, hand shrinks, until it has the size of that of a small candle, balancing on a finger.
“Are you actually trying to see my side of things?
If I didn’t know any better I would almost start to believe in miracles beyond those from Snake Of The Festival”.
He breathes out towards the flame on his finger, as if blowing out a candle.
The second the flame disappears the fuzetsu shatters, and the world returns back to normal and the two hougu’s Shana noticed earlier flicker one last time.
Malachite’s arms are shaking a bit.
Keeping up both a fuzetsu and some form of defense seemed to be quite taxing for him.
Although she isn’t sure what type of defensive abilities he has, Shana is sure he isn’t as defenseless as he appears to be.
“I should be careful, I don’t know what side he is on” she thinks.
“Dantalion had another son besides Seere it seems...I never expected that!
I can see now how you know things about me! “
“Father's collection of correspondence from several raided Outlaw branches was very helpful.
It was pretty hard not to find your name pop up everywhere.
But,” he says while pointing a finger at Shana,
“observing myself yields the best results.
You have some interesting allies for a flame haze.
Both a human and a torch.
Such a band of misfits in this situation.
I believe I feel right at home” he says cynically, while taking a few steps towards her.
“Again I couldn’t sense he was going to move” Shana thinks while taking a step back, just to be safe.
“And you? What are you to us? An ally or an enemy?”
Malachites face shows a slightly amused expression as she asks him that question.
“Does being one exclude the other?
A part of me is human, something you protect.
The other part is denizen, something you have vowed to destroy.
What I am to you, is largely determined by what part of your oath is stronger.”
“Kh! “ Shana grumbles , as she is irritated by his wordgames.
“This man...as a human.a denizen...he is a friend..or not....what am I supposed to do?!...”
“He's right Shana...you can't make a desision because of his nature however he's harmless right now ,therefore there is no need to fight him!” Alastor answers to her unspoken thoughts.
“You might want to actually listen to your contractor this time” Malachite says.
“It’s a bit immature to start swinging that sword at everything that moves don't you think?
Besides, it is almost time for dinner, and fighting on an empty stomach never did me any good.
That melonbread really didn’t do it for me “.
Slowly Shana sheathes her sword, not losing sight of him for a second.
“Fair enough” she says.
“But we will have to talk, you and I”.
“About what?” Malachite asks playing dumb.
“Can't you just seize the opportunity?
If my primary objective was to eliminate you, I would naturally not have chosen a frontal confrontation.
You really should stop being so tense, it is bad for your skin.
I am not sure your pet-torch would like that” he says while grinning over his own joke.
“What?!...Shut up shut up shut up!” Shana yells, instantly feeling embarrassed and irritated at the same time. This guy…she would really love to just kick him for saying something like that!
“I just need to know if I should protect you or hunt you down!” she finally manages to yell at him.
“Ow, you could certainly try.
And in a fullscale confrontation you would easily win.
However, engaging me like that would be unwise.
My unrestricted signature spell, Counter, would reflect your attacks right back into your face.
Sure you might be stronger in raw power, but it would still hurt a lot now wouldn’t it?”
“So that is why he is so confident!” Shana thinks.
“Such an ability is very useful..even with his limited amount of power”.
“But why hunt down someone who just delivered you a warning about thing to come?” Malachite continues, interrupting her thoughts.
“Blaming the messenger is so barbaric, can't we at least pretend to be civilised people?
Altough technically speaking, we both aren't human.
Oh well, I am blabbering again.
Unlike you, I own an apartment in town.
If you wish to speak with me, you might as well eat with me.
I feel safer on my own territory.”
“Shut up! Shut up shut up!” Shana exclaims.
She really is pissed off with all those wordgames and skillfully hidden disrespectful witty sentences of his.
“It's okay that's enough you two!” Alastor intervenes before either one can decided to let their weapons speak instead of their mouths”.
“ We have no intention to harm you!” he says to Malachite.
“That's right!” Shana adds while trying to stay in control of herself.
“ My duty is to protect the balance of the world...not to kill every Denizen -or half-Denizen- standing in my way! As for the appartment...I have one too!”
She cannot help but smirk when she thinks about her place.
All dusty and empty…
“Okay then I'll come with you! If anything no one will interrupt us!” she finally agrees.
“I wouldn't be so sure of that.” Malachite promptly disagrees.
“The amount of Rinne in my district has grown alarmingly high in the past few days.
If anything happens, it will be your job to keep them at bay.
My signature spell is extremely effective when used at the right time, but I cannot use it wildly.
I have had a few scrimmages with some Rinne the other day, so my power of existence is still regenerating.
Relying on Counter would be..unwise.
And avoiding that pink-haired ally of yours is also something that isn’t easy.
I am not sure what I should be more afraid of.
The powers of Miss Carmel, or her cooking abilities.”
With that said Malachite turns around and starts to walk in a high tempo.
Shana has to run a bit in order to keep up.
“Alright I get it! I will protect you from them and you will give me your information!” she tries to make a deal.
“I was thinking more around the lines of you protecting me from them, and then I will give you dinner.
Eating alone while being in the company of a woman isn't very polite now isn't it?” he answers while smiling lightly.
Confused Shana raises a brow.
“I am not sure if I can get used to this” she thinks.
“He goes from polite to charming and from charming to annoying or downright irritating in less then a second”.
But she is also curious about what the hybrid knows.
Her interest is sparked.
“This is certainly not going to be boring” she thinks.
“Very well then. I accept your offer. I will dine with you.”