The next few days were crazy. Everyone was talking about how the Band of Seven had been resurrected since the tomb had been destroyed and destruction of all types had been happening. Our lord had even sent a small army to take care of whatever was killing things and none of them returned. I wasn’t sure what to think, or if it was even possible for anyone to be brought back to life. Part of me was squealing, another part was telling me not to bring my hopes up. It could be just that a bunch of people who looked like the Band of Seven were parading around, and everyone assumed it was them because everyone feared them and the shrine had been attacked.

There was a problem. I couldn’t go out to find these people, or…the Band of Seven, because everyone they fought was killed. I could never find out where they were. When I heard that the castle had received a note they were going to attack it, I went up there and asked to stay there, but I had been turned away, being told it would be safer to stay in my village.

Then, one day, a group of strangers came to my door. They consisted of a demon, a monk, a demon slayer, and a girl who dressed strangely. The demon demanded that I tell them everything about the Band of Seven. I was about to slam the door in their face when the girl asked more kindly. Still wary, I let them in.

“We’ve heard that you were the shrinekeeper of the tomb of the Band of Seven,” the monk stated.

“Yes, I am.”

“Would you kindly tell us all you know about them?”

“Why should I?”

“We-” the monk started, but he was interrupted by the demon.

“We fought one of them and we need to know how to kill them!”

Anger pulsated throughout me, and yet at the same time, pure joy. They had fought one of them? That meant they must really be back! All I had to do was find a way to get to them!

“Which one?” I asked, trying to feint a look of concern as I tried to hold in my soaring heart. This was…everything, everything I wanted and everything I’d ever need. Tears fell from my eyes…but they were of happiness. I hoped they would assume it was from worry.

“A very odd…man, I think…” They must have been talking about Jakotsu. Jakotsu! My dearest friend! He was back! Oh…I just needed to shake these people off and then I had to find them, even if I didn’t know where they were. I would stop at nothing.

Just then, the door opened and Bankotsu peeked his head out. He was just about to ask me something, probably who these people were, when the group looked at him like he was a bomb.

“He looks just like how their leader is supposed to look!” the demon slayer exclaimed. I rushed to stand in front of my son, while the demon looked at me with slitted eyes.

“What are you hid-I smell blood…lot’s of it…they must have attacked the castle!”

This was my chance, and I had to take it.

“Bankotsu!” I yelled, grabbing my son and pretty much flying out the door. Not stopping to put on a saddle or even a bridle, I threw us both on the back of Banryuu. He seemed to know what was going on, for he sped like lightning up the path. I was going to be pursued by that group, I knew it, but at least I was on horseback now. And if the demon was right, the Band of Seven would be at the castle. It was not me I was worried about, but I knew they would protect my son.

I could see from far away the massacre that had taken place at the castle. Right as I was riding up, my whole body stopped.

“Are you ready to meet your lord?” A very familiar voice said, making my heart thump rapidly.

“Surround him!” It was the horrible voice of the general. I pulled Banryuu to a halt, not wanting to be caught up in the obvious fight that was going to happen.

“Go to hell!”

And then I saw him. He flew up in the sky like a bird of prey, spinning the real Banryuu in his hands. He…really was back…after ten years. I was sure I was going to faint, but then my son…our son pulled me back up.

“Mom…”

It was over as quickly as it was started. Bankotsu was standing in the middle of a pile of bodies…the general’s among them, the man who had tormented me for so long…gone in an instant. I saw him smirk, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw something…he saw us. He turned slightly, looking confused, and then his eyes lit up in realization. I had missed those eyes, the only thing his son had not inherited from him.

“Chi…” he said softly, uttering my name like a starving man moans for food. It seemed like not a second passed before he was right beside me. I couldn’t breathe. He held out his hands, and I gladly accepted his help down, seeing as my legs were completely wobbly. Behind me I could hear the second Bankotsu hop down, and the first Bankotsu’s eyes traveled quickly to his spitting image, and then back at me.

“Is he…?” I nodded. He looked as wobbly as me for a second.

But like all things, the moment couldn’t last forever.

“Ha! I knew she was in the league with him!”

“We’ve got company,” I said darkly. Bankotsu’s eyes flashed to the intruders, glaring at them murderously.

“Take him up to the castle, get on Ginkotsu. He’s been…modified.”

My son started pulling me to where we had been directed, but I stopped and looked back.

“I’ll be right behind you, go!”

As much as I wanted to stay by him, as much as I wanted to fight, I would not leave the second Bankotsu, who yanked my arm quickly.

“Mom…can you just call me Ban?” he asked, looking up at me. I looked down at him, confused. He looked almost…sad, “I’m not a warrior, not like him. I don’t deserve kotsu.”

I smiled, “I’ll call you Ban, but only because you’re still my little boy, not because you aren’t a warrior.”

We rushed up the path, leading Banryuu behind us. That was when I saw…so many familiar faces.

“Is that our slave-girl?” a rough voice said. Never before had I been so glad to be called that. Strong but soft arms found their way to wrap around me.

“Chi!” Jakotsu cried. Then he stopped and squealed, pointing out in front of us. Bankotsu had kept his promise and followed us to where we were, but now the other group was closer.

“It’s Inuyasha!”

“The demon?”

He nodded. Already I could see Jakotsu’s infatuation. A smile came to my face, how I loved them all.

“Ginkotsu!” Bankotsu shouted back at me. I turned to see a very different Ginkotsu. He was now…like some mechanical moving device. I helped Ban climb on and then admired, obviously Renkotsu’s handiwork.

“Renkotsu beefed you up?” I complimented. If it were possible, I was sure Ginkotsu would have blushed. Renkotsu was standing there too, and gave me a curt nod.

“So, you’re Bankotsu, leader of the Band of Seven,” Inuyasha said, his voice already started to irritate me. He looked at us all, and then seemed to do some difficult calculation in his head, judging from his expression. He pointed his large sword (Thought not as big as Banryuu) at Ban, and me “And who are you!?!”

Bankotsu swung Banryuu down from his shoulder and threatened Inuyasha with it, “Don’t you dare point that at Chi and my son.”

“Son?”

An AU Heroes Roleplay

It all started out with a shot from the future, literally. A future Peter Petrelli, carved and molded from the fires of anguish and torture that the genocide of mutants in the future face. He went back in time to shoot and kill his brother, Nathan, to prevent the horrors of his future. He succeeded in killing him, but he just put the fate of the world in much darker hands.

A man who has risen to take the place of the assassinated man, is a super himself. However, he holds no love for them. In fact, he wants to kill all of them, including himself. With villians recruited for money, power, or just for similar ideals, this man wants to wage a secret war against heroes. The journalists won't say a thing, for they won't know. On the outside this man is a classic baby-kissing, lover of life and peace. He presents this facade so well, and makes sure that those who know of his true nature are his allies, or are killed.

X.X.XX.X.X

So, in a world where you, as a super, or you, as a friend who knows of their plight, are hunted like common animals. Will you choose to become a part of your own genocide, or will you risk your friends, family, and yourself by fighting him.

He doesn't care about you, what he cares is about putting you into some friendly fire.