"The Great Spirit has commanded for the next Shaman Fight to take place." An elderly man says, sitting at a round table full of others. At first many whisper to each other, then finally A large man stands. "Quite! If the Great Spirit has commanded, it must be done. Shaman Judges, prepare to travel the world. Let the Great Spirit guide you all." With less then a nod, all but the elderly man stands up and slowly disappears. "Istaqa, are you ready?" The elderly man asks quietly. "Yes, as the Great Spirit wills, so must be done." Istaqa says, almost automatically. "Then travel safe." the elderly man says, finally standing up and disappearing.

-------------*Far, Far Away*----------------------

"Koraka, are you awake?!" yells a feminine voice from down the steps. At first Koraka simply opens his eyes, then when he tries to sit up he falls off his bed with a thud. "Honey, go get Koraka." again the feminine voice sounds from down the steps. As foot steps ring in the hallway, Koraka turns over, grinning at his dad. "Hey dad." he says. Hello son, seems that you woke up just fine." Jack says, Koraka's father. "Ill be down in a sec, after I get changed." Koraka says as he pushs off the floor, standing up. "Alright son, see you for breakfast then." Jack says, grinning as he turns and walks back down the hall and down the steps to the main level of the house. Koraka rubs his eyes, then yawns and finally takes off his shirt and pajama pants. He stands in front of his mirror, and then tries to flex, then laughs as he shows his non existent muscles. He finally turns and opens his closet door, steps inside, and pulls out a white t shirt, and baggy jeans.

He turns and walks out of his room, but before making more then a few steps out turns back runs in and grabs his wakizashi and knife. He finally walks out as he ties the wazizashi to his belt, and pockets the knife in sheath. He walks down the steps, heads into the kitchen. His father and mother are quietly talking to each other, but his mother points at Koraka and they both fall silent. "Something up?" he asks as he pulls up a chair to the island in the kitchen. "Nope." Lilly, his mother says. "Here you go son, fresh of the stove." Lilly says, setting a plate of pancakes in front of him. "Yum, thanks mom." he says as he starts to eat them down. After a few minutes of eating he wipes his shirt sleeve on his mouth, collecting all the serape. "Koraka, what did I tell you about that!" his mother says, giving him a 'you should know better' look.

"Sorry mom. I have to head out and train thou. If I'm ever going to beat Jill, I will need to be way better then I am right now." As he runs out his father turns to his mother, "Don't be so hard on him. His only friends are his spirits and Yojimbo talked to me last night. If he doesn't master his first attack by next week, he's leaving." His mother closes her eyes, shaking his head back and forth. "Why does he hang out with a dead samurai? He needs to find a nicer spirit to fight with." Outside Koraka heads into his backyard. "Hey Jill, are you ready?" he shouts. A figure jumps over the fence separating his and his neighbors property. "When ever you are." She says. "Yojimbo! Spirit Control!" she shouts. A ronin's ghost appears behind her. Koraka unsheathes his wazizashi and enters a fighting stance. "Koraka, do you believe that you are better then me?" Jill/Yojimbo askes. "I know I am not better then you with a sword, but I am smarter then you, so in short yes I believe I am better then you." he answers calmly. Jill/Yojimbo rushes toward Koraka. He blocks with his sword, then slashes out only to cut through air. "To slow, again!" Jill/Yojimbo shouts. They rush again, this time Koraka does not block, but dodge forward under their blade, and then stabs up. This time he almost enters Jill's throat, only that Yojimbo moved to the side, dodging at the last second possible.

"Better, but you do not have the killing will. Yet." Jill/Yojimbo says. Koraka this time rushes forward, leading with his sword above his head, "I told you never show your chest to your opponent!" Jill/Yojimbo shouts. They stretch their arm forward, almost stabbing Koraka, but he brings his wazizashi down, striking blades, but sending theirs into the dirt. Then he follows through with his sword, sticking it into the ground as well. He then pulls it up, and shouts "Fire Slash!" Jill/Yojimbo at first look confused, as nothing happens, then Jill/Yojimbo grin and Jill releases spirit control.

"So you are ready for Fire Strike. I believe that you are as well." Yojimbo says, floating in the air. "Yes, I am ready to use it in battle." Koraka says. "Well boys, I have to head home. Nice practice Koraka, faking into Fire Slash, dangerous but totally effective." She says as she jumps the fence again. "Want to come with me as I take a dip in the pool Yojimbo?" Koraka asks as he notices he is dripping sweat. "I do not need to bath, but I will come with you." Yojimbo answers, the shadow of a smile on his face.

"GET UP YOU LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING!" Said Tug floatting above Lukes face, slapping him.
"Well look whos talking.." Luke said, yawning, wiping his eyes.

It was early afternoon and Luke woke up ontop of his friend Richards house. There was a part of his roof where it was mostly flat, so it was mostly sleepable. Luke refused to bum around inside. "Theres a note for you on the door, or, I would guess it is for you." Said Herbert, walking thought the roof towards Luke. "Well, whats it say?" Luke questioned. "I can't read, I don't know!" hissed Herbert. Luke climbed down the roof and jumped onto the lower balcony, from there, the front lawn. Luke slowly turned around with a smile, thinking they left him a note Be Home At Dinner, or, Be Home Soon, or something of the sort. Luke leaned in to read the note.

It was written in red ink on an old yellow parchment paper, before he could start reading it Tug jumped thought the door. "BOO!" But his attempt was futile and Luke merely slapped him out of the way.
I Took Them,
They Are Mine,
At The Senior Highschool,
When The Moon Is Highest,
Come.
Lukes' jaw dropped. "TUG! WHERE ARE YOUUUU!!" A fat grumpy old frog poked his head from the ground. "What!?" He said irretated. "Who Did This." Luke said, growing angry the cross started to dimly glow. "Someone on a black horse, or donkey. It had black flames coming off of it too! But who wants to know!?" Tug crossed his 'arms'. "And Whyyy did you not wake Luke when a suspicious character approaches?" Questioned Herb. "Luke was sleeping! He'd raise HELL if I woke him!!!"
"..I'm about too!" Luke said slowly reaching for Tugs throat. "Hey hey hey!," Said Herb, trying to slow or stop Luke, "At least the little sh** gave us a description."
"Y-y-y-yea," Said Tug, growing frightened bu Lukes sudden anger, "We don't need you getting too over-worked about something so little.."
"Oh shi**.." Said Herbert, sticking his head in his shell.
"LITTLE!!!"

**
+High Moon++

Luke slowly walks into the Highschool parking lot. It's vacant. "Get out here f*c**r" hissed Luke, "Give me back my friend and his family!" A small chuckle came with a sudden breeze.
"I'm right here.." A voice came from behind Luke. Swinging his fist blindly behind him while turning with it, the person dissapeared in a black smoke on impact. "Come back P***Y!" Lukes temper rose.
A figure, looking no taller than Luke himself, stood ontop of a black horse wich appeared in a large pile of black smoke.
"Temper, Temper. Hasn't your mother taught you any manners??" It spoke.
Luke took a couple of breathes, putting on his leather gloves. "You wan't to play, huh?" He spoke, "Well I've got a game for you then.." Luke strapped his last glove on. "Lets play!" Said the figure, still standing on his horse as it galloped towards Luke.
Lets... Luke thought.
"OVERSOUL!" Shoutted Luke, grasping a small turtle spirit in his hand, "Herbert! IN GLOVES!"
The sound of the gallloping drew closer and the boy that stood ontop seemed to have gotten his hands on a spear. The boy thrusted the spear at Luke, but Luke simply put out his fist to stop it. They collided and the boy, due to the sudden impact, was thrown backwards off the horse wich then dissapeared in yet another black smoke. The boy landed gently on his feet, staff in hand.
"Quiet a sturdy stance you got..." He spoke, Luke simply looked at him coldly. "Well, lets try it again! IZEKEIL!" The boy called out. Up rose another horse, same as the last underneath him, lifting him up. They were back to where they first started. "GO!" the two advanced towards eachother. Luke on foot, smoke-boy on horse. Again, he tried to sideswipe Luke, except this time, Luke jumped up infront of the horse, coming at the boy in mid-air and head-on.
"BIG HITTER!" Yelled Luke, throwing a punch in the air at the boy. A large silver-outlined fist appeared infront of the mysterious boy and he dissapeared in a black smoke on impact, as well as his horse. Luke landed on his feet.
"This is going to go on forever if you don't man-up and actualy try to hit me!" Luke yelled.
Blood suddenly gushed out from Lukes left side. Luke let out a scream of pain from the sudden gash.
"You scream just like your father.. ha ha ha." The boy said, who now stood infront of Luke. "Like father like son, as the death will be shared too! Ha ha ha" The boy said, his voice growing deeper.
"Don't you EVER-" wincing in pain "Talk about my father like that!"
The boy, with his voice getting deeper, seemed to grown taller and was now at least two feet taller than Luke.
"I don't care who the HELL YOU ARE! OR-" pausing from the pain "how strong you are!"
"The same enthusiam as your father. You two are so similar, it disgusts me. I'll have to kill the whore of a mother of yours when im done with you. To finaly end the cycle."
"..not..... good." Tug whispered to himself, backing off to a FAR distance.
The tall man, or boy walked away slowly leaving them some distance. "I'l make this as quick and as painful as possible. I promise."

He mocked my dead father, whom I've never met.. and called my mother a whore.. and is claiming to kill her?! Luke started grinding his teeth.
The cross hidden under Lukes' sweatshirt began to shine through, its light sligtly burned Luke every time in touched his skin. It was him, calling for Luke. He was extremely mad, Luke never thought of ever being this mad before. Luke didn't have to speak with him, to know what he was saying. He wanted out, and Luke wanted the person dead, the two ideas seemed to go hand in hand. Luke broke his oversoul with Herbert, who then ran away immedietly alongside Tug.

"I see you broke your oversoul little one,' The man said after noticing, still walking away, ' I guess you want it as quickly as he did too." The person stopped, turned around and got ready to run towards Luke, staff in hand. He started running towards Luke, staff pointed head-on to Luke. The ground started shaking half way, a strange dark purple aura raised from Luke. "OooverSouulll.." Luke hissed under his breathe,
"NOT ENOUGH TIME DEMON!" The charging man yelled.
"..Gaaaaaap"
Luke was englufed in the purple aura, but his opponent already made contact with him. "Ha, Gotchya.." He said smiling.
The aura dropped and there stood, before Lukes opponent, a standing Luke with the persons staff through Lukes shoulder. Lukes' head slowly rose up, his deep red eyes made contact with the black smokers'. Luke/Gaap placed his hands on the guys shoulders like nothing had happened, "Or is it.." The two combined voices spoke, "I who has you?" they said tightening their grip. His opponents eyes widend.
Luke/Gaap smiled devilishly like they felt no pain, "Outbreak" They whispered to his opponent.
A loud scream followed.

Six set of skeletol hands reached out from the ground, penetrated the mans skin and grasped firmly on his bone, the pain seemed unbareable. He started to sob. "You should be dead!" He yelled, "You should be dead!!!"
Luke/Gaap walked away casualy, cracking his knuckles. "I never got your name.." They spoke.
"I never gave it!!!!"
"Then I.." Said Luke/Gaap, "Shall never know it." He said stopping. They turned around, the ground started to cumble underneath his opponent, who was several feet away. "Did you know?" Gaap spoke in a deep deathly voice, "Misery..." a large chunk of the ground dropped, revealing a red inner earth, "Loves..." another large piece fell, "Company?" the opponent was now trapped withing a circle of a bottomless pit, demons and zombies came out from all sides reaching out for him, screaming and howling.
"Music to my ears" Gaap said, raising his fist, it all went quiet then. Snapping his fingers, everything from the sides of the earth of wich fell, came dashing out, tearing his opponent limb from limb. He let out a scream of horror and pain for a second, then stopped. Gaap was released back into the cross, the patched of ground missing healed over as if nothing had happend, no traces of anything were to be found.
I hate doing that...

His friend and family appeared on the football field, bound and gagged to posts that aren't normaly on the field.
"Lets go home.." Said Luke, smiling.