Day Two

[Sasuke Uchiha]

Thunderous sounds of the storm roared overhead as the night’s sky, beset with flashes of white lightning in abundance, cast its fearsome illumination down upon a 1950’s themed eatery. A diner by the looks of it, due to the bright neon glow that opposed the natural serenade of moonlit hues cast upon it. In hopes to escape the rain, the Last Avenger and his companions had declared the restaurant to be the safe haven they were looking for. Oh how wrong they were.

So much blood.

It was everywhere! The Diner was just covered in it. What had presumably been a ‘happening’ or ‘jive’ burger joint to the adolescent inhabitants of the Danteverse, had now transfigured itself into a gruesome, crime scene of horror. Blood invaded every crevice of the lost-in-time diner, from the floors of the dine in area, to the walls of the grill stations, nothing evaded the crimson splatter. The juke box, now covered in Mami’s excrement’s, had begun to produce the feel good tunes of ‘Five O’clock Rock’. The old fashion music player had started the moment the ninja flicked the lights on, but was now concluding the ballad.

Sasuke observed the horror that had struck his previous comrade, his ebony eyes peering into the lifeless ones of Mami, as he clutched her remains within the palm of his hands. It had been just yesterday that he’d met the gun totting, magick girl, from another realm, but it felt like ages longer. Everything here in the World of Omni seemed to last forever, the days just drug by at a snail’s crawl and night’s weren’t any better. Still, he’d witnessed Mami’s prowess with his own two Uchiha eyes: she and not he, had slain the rogue ninja, Orochimaru, earning the shinobi’s respect for good.

”My compadrès look hungry, and you look like you’d make enough turtle stew to last at least a DA Day.” The threats of a masked man broke Sasuke’s train of thought.

Wartortle, who posed quite a menacing threat to the group, snarled, exposing a collection of sharp teeth, and grabbed the butt of his nailgun. “Go ahead and try, bitch, and I will make sure your mouth is stitched before I murder you.”

As the creature finished, his eyes darted towards a direction he had spotted movement; Sasuke’s direction. Sure enough, the youth was headed right for the turtle, approaching him directly with a fire alive in his eyes. Wartortle eyed him suspiciously, his snarl, ever-present, as he engaged the youth with a growl, “And, what do you want, pretty boy?!”

Within reach of the Pokemon, Sasuke turned, and placed Mami’s head on a diner table top, now in clear view for all to see, “Whoever that freak with the mask was; don’t touch him. His death belongs to me. --And that goes for all of you...” the youth shot the water Pokemon a look and paused before continuing, “Consider it a debt I owe and the Uchiha always pay their debts. His death is mine and mine alone! Don’t get in my way!” Sasuke paused for a moment, brandished his weapon, and spoke while tapping the barrel, “-And like he said….Turtle stew!” a sly grin appeared on the young ninja’s visage as he taunted the aquatic creature.

“Why you little f******-” the turtle started to lung at the shinobi, however, Deadpool(Who had been scowling upwards and muttering crazy nonsense about Sasuke’s impromptu remarks.) intervened, stepping in between the two.

Defusing the situation, Deadpool propositioned Wartortle with, ”Look man, you’re a much more interesting character when you have people to badger, like ninja boy over here. His superiority complex alone, should give you plenty of material!” the merc with a mouth grinned, under cover of his mask, before continuing , “Plus, I saw your post in the Lobby, so based on that, I wager you wanna face fuck Karl. Joining us gives you that chance.”

That was the ticket, maybe not to the motherf*cking chocolate factory, but definitely to a higher position of power, because the evolved Pokemon took the bait, like the fish like creature he was, and accepted an alliance with their, would-be group of fighters.

“Let’s fucking destroy that bastard!” Wartortle exclaimed as a smile replaced his snarl, giving Sasuke an odd impression of a cute, but evil, monster-child-baby-thing… Truth be told, Sasuke didn’t know what to think of Wartortle, but he was glad the thing was on their side. He placed a hand to the laceration on his shoulder as he contemplated their newest ally. Was this a smart move? Only time would tell.