/Takes place right before TCTF Redux, leads different ending to the game/
Disclaimer- Oni isn't mine. If it was I wouldn't be writing fan fiction and would be making a kick-a$$ sequel.
Terms of Life, Terms of Death.
An Oni fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 1: A sudden twist
*Words here*- Thoughts
As Konoko sat in the alley she had decided to sleep in, wondered just who she was. After Shinatama had been kidnapped, her visit with her uncle and her discovery of her real identity, she had lost focus of who she was. On one hand, she had Konoko, an agent trained by the TCTF to deal with terrorists and other anti-government groups. On the other, she had Mai, a daughter of two of the anti-government group members. Different lives, each conflicting with the other. Only two things were shared with those lives, only two things she knew to be true. The Chrysalis, and her brother.
Her brother, the leader of a terrorist group and the only other person to possess a Chrysalis. In either life, he was her enemy, Konoko's because she had taken an oath to fight him and his group, and Mai's because his ideal was a twisted version of their father's, the one he claimed to follow. She had to stop him, no matter what life she lived.
First though, was to get some answers from Griffin. As she fell slowly asleep, her thoughts were of the father and mother she never knew, and the uncle she'd never see again.
* * * * *
Konoko awoke not to a dingy alley, but a holding cell. For some reason, her mind wouldn't clear, and her body was numb all over. She could tell that she was strapped to her bed, and she could only see in grays. Her mind became a notch more alert as a shadow approached her. "My, you seem to be awake." Even with fog filling her mind, she knew the voice. *Muro* the only part of her life she was sure of, that she knew was the truth. Now his prisoner, she was sure she would die. That was why she did not expect to be let go. She felt something enter her arm, then her mind cleared and she could feel her body again. She sat up and scanned the room. There was no one in the cell but her and Muro, and he held no weapons and didn't have a fighting stance. For the moment, she was safe, so she relaxed slightly.
"Now, could you come with me?" Muro asked. Konoko tensed up again.
"Why do you want me to? Why haven't you killed me? What is going on?" Konoko was confused. Her brother, a ruthless terrorist, was not acting as he should, or as she thought he would.
"I'll explain as soon as we get you out of this cell."
Konoko, now quite confused, just nodded dumbly and walked though the door when he motioned for her to. After waiting for him to come out, Konoko walked slightly behind him, at a far enough distance so that if he tried to attack she would be ready for him.
She passed dozens of Syndicate troops, and only her curiosity kept her from trying to run and finding the nearest exit. *It's to late anyway. I'm probably so deep in this base I have no chance of making it out.*
They finally arrived at what seemed to be the entrance to Muro's personal quarters due to the fact that 6 Valkyrie's1 guarding the door. Muro walked through the door, Konoko following him, knowing that this was the best time to ambush her and kill her. Nothing happened though, so her suspicions were lowered a notch.
His room was simple, unlike what she had imaged. A cot lay in one corner, looking brand new, like it had never been used. The was some simple decorations, a mural on the wall, a painting that looked like it was from Europe, a small computer that only seemed to be good for playing videos, and a framed picture of a man and a women, each holding a baby. The group seemed familiar to Konoko, and then she remembered where she had seen them. In her mirror. These were her parents. That was her, and that was Muro. She had never seen any pictures of them, or seen them in person. She picked up the picture and stared deeply into it. The parents she would never know, the brother she wanted to kill.
"She was pretty, wasn't she?" Konoko looked up into her brothers eyes. They were soft and filled with the same emotion she was feeling, not the hard gems she had seen before. "I don't remember them either. I wish I did. I wish we both did." He gently took the picture from her and set it back down, then turned back to her. "You are dying to know why I brought you here, right?" Konoko nodded. He had changed in the few days since she had last seen him. She had never known him except as an enemy, but she could tell this was not the Muro she had known or fought with.
"The reason I brought you here is to tell you something." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "What I wanted to tell you is that someone's been playing us like pawns. Griffin to be exact."
Konoko sat there for a second, not quite understanding, then she finally managed to say something. "What are you talking about?"
"This." Muro slid a disk into his computer.
End Chapter 1
Well, I did leave off at a bad point, but I don't want to put tons of effort into this without anyone reading it. So if I get enough R&R, I'll continue
1 Valkyrie- In Oni, This is the elite form of the female strikers, or furies.
Disclaimer- Oni isn't mine. If it was I wouldn't be writing fan fiction and would be making a kick-a$$ sequel.
Terms of Life, Terms of Death.
An Oni fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 1: A sudden twist
*Words here*- Thoughts
As Konoko sat in the alley she had decided to sleep in, wondered just who she was. After Shinatama had been kidnapped, her visit with her uncle and her discovery of her real identity, she had lost focus of who she was. On one hand, she had Konoko, an agent trained by the TCTF to deal with terrorists and other anti-government groups. On the other, she had Mai, a daughter of two of the anti-government group members. Different lives, each conflicting with the other. Only two things were shared with those lives, only two things she knew to be true. The Chrysalis, and her brother.
Her brother, the leader of a terrorist group and the only other person to possess a Chrysalis. In either life, he was her enemy, Konoko's because she had taken an oath to fight him and his group, and Mai's because his ideal was a twisted version of their father's, the one he claimed to follow. She had to stop him, no matter what life she lived.
First though, was to get some answers from Griffin. As she fell slowly asleep, her thoughts were of the father and mother she never knew, and the uncle she'd never see again.
* * * * *
Konoko awoke not to a dingy alley, but a holding cell. For some reason, her mind wouldn't clear, and her body was numb all over. She could tell that she was strapped to her bed, and she could only see in grays. Her mind became a notch more alert as a shadow approached her. "My, you seem to be awake." Even with fog filling her mind, she knew the voice. *Muro* the only part of her life she was sure of, that she knew was the truth. Now his prisoner, she was sure she would die. That was why she did not expect to be let go. She felt something enter her arm, then her mind cleared and she could feel her body again. She sat up and scanned the room. There was no one in the cell but her and Muro, and he held no weapons and didn't have a fighting stance. For the moment, she was safe, so she relaxed slightly.
"Now, could you come with me?" Muro asked. Konoko tensed up again.
"Why do you want me to? Why haven't you killed me? What is going on?" Konoko was confused. Her brother, a ruthless terrorist, was not acting as he should, or as she thought he would.
"I'll explain as soon as we get you out of this cell."
Konoko, now quite confused, just nodded dumbly and walked though the door when he motioned for her to. After waiting for him to come out, Konoko walked slightly behind him, at a far enough distance so that if he tried to attack she would be ready for him.
She passed dozens of Syndicate troops, and only her curiosity kept her from trying to run and finding the nearest exit. *It's to late anyway. I'm probably so deep in this base I have no chance of making it out.*
They finally arrived at what seemed to be the entrance to Muro's personal quarters due to the fact that 6 Valkyrie's1 guarding the door. Muro walked through the door, Konoko following him, knowing that this was the best time to ambush her and kill her. Nothing happened though, so her suspicions were lowered a notch.
His room was simple, unlike what she had imaged. A cot lay in one corner, looking brand new, like it had never been used. The was some simple decorations, a mural on the wall, a painting that looked like it was from Europe, a small computer that only seemed to be good for playing videos, and a framed picture of a man and a women, each holding a baby. The group seemed familiar to Konoko, and then she remembered where she had seen them. In her mirror. These were her parents. That was her, and that was Muro. She had never seen any pictures of them, or seen them in person. She picked up the picture and stared deeply into it. The parents she would never know, the brother she wanted to kill.
"She was pretty, wasn't she?" Konoko looked up into her brothers eyes. They were soft and filled with the same emotion she was feeling, not the hard gems she had seen before. "I don't remember them either. I wish I did. I wish we both did." He gently took the picture from her and set it back down, then turned back to her. "You are dying to know why I brought you here, right?" Konoko nodded. He had changed in the few days since she had last seen him. She had never known him except as an enemy, but she could tell this was not the Muro she had known or fought with.
"The reason I brought you here is to tell you something." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "What I wanted to tell you is that someone's been playing us like pawns. Griffin to be exact."
Konoko sat there for a second, not quite understanding, then she finally managed to say something. "What are you talking about?"
"This." Muro slid a disk into his computer.
End Chapter 1
Well, I did leave off at a bad point, but I don't want to put tons of effort into this without anyone reading it. So if I get enough R&R, I'll continue
1 Valkyrie- In Oni, This is the elite form of the female strikers, or furies.