Coincidence Draft 1, CH28 (Patreon)

Niel chased after the kishu, not bothering with why this was happening. You didn’t question the game plan while it was in action. You did your part, then you asked the captain what they were thinking.

He caught up to Isamu, then did what he knew and tackled the kishu to the ground, only to find himself dislodge and rolling away as Isamu got back to his feet as if he hadn’t been interrupted. Fedor jumped with a scream and Isamu stopped, turned, and use the tip of the staff to redirect the pallas cat momentum.

Niel was back on his feet before Fedor crashed. Wieland(okay, if we want Wieland in this fight, we will have to make someone else grab the staff initially. Dario would be my choice) was catching up.

Before Niel reached for the kishu, Isamu used the wrapped staff to poke Niel in the chest and shoulders. The impact hurt, but Niel had been in enough tackle to be used to pain. That seemed to surprise Isamu, but not enough for Niel to get his hands on him. He side-stepped the raccoon and used the staff to guide him around and off-balance. When Niel reached for the staff, since it was right there, it was already gone, twirling in the air. The distraction let Isamu get in one strike and after a spike of pain, Niel found his left arm unresponsive as he crashed to the ground.

How the fuck had the kishu struck a nerve like that?

Wieland was in striking range, but Isamu moved too fast for him. The asshole was smiling the whole time, as if this was a game, and showing them he was the best was all this was about.

In the distance, sound of voices told Niel they were running out of time. They needed that staff and then to…, he’d make that plan once the staff was out of this traitor’s hands. He pushed himself to his feet and forced his left hand to open and close. With Wieland distracting the kishu, he or Fedor should be able to get it.

Should.

Niel considered removing that word from his vocabulary after Isamu maneuvered him into the german shepherd this time. The previous one was into the pallas cat and before that, it was a punch from Wieland that Isamu deflected into Niel. The german shepherd had pulled it at the last moment, but the raccoon now had a sense of how strong the Stubers could be.

He went on the offensive again, only this time, the first of the Nazis were close enough to join in. Niel was tackled before he reached Isamu. He shoved one off, but another took his place, and before he could get his arm between them, someone else grabbed it and held on.

In his peripheral vision, Nazis flew in time with Wieland yelling German curses. The cursing didn’t stop even once the flying bodies did, and by the strain in the voice, the german shepherd was on his back and piled on too. Then he sounded slurred. And when Niel was pulled up, a gun in his side, he saw someone inject Wieland with a third syringe.

Fedor was on his knees, hands on his head.

Isamu dropped to a knee as the Nazi leader approached and offered him the staff. The wolf undid the wrapping on one end and smiled as he looked at the bone before wrapping it again and placing a hand tenderly on the kishu’s shoulder, congratulating him for his work.

* * * * *

Another day, another cell.

Niel was getting more than fed up with being a prisoner as he paced the space that was his cell.

He and Wieland had been thrown in facing stone building which, despite their age, were still solid enough to withstand Niel slamming his shoulder into a wall. The doors were metal bars and a recent addition. Wieland would get through them easily, but he was back to being unable to move.

Niel dropped by the door.

“Do you know if Dario escaped?” Niel asked.

“Niet,” Fedor answered from the cell next to Niel. “Still hurt when kishu run.”

“How can he be in league with Nazis?” Niel demanded, outraged. “They’re fucking Nazis.”

“I don’t think they are fucking anyone,” Wieland replied.

“Ah, Ah. I’m not in the mood.” Niel sighed. “So, I guess that means the Suzuki are in league with them. I mean, I know the Japanese were allied with them, but come on, it’s the twenty-first century. Everyone knows better.”

The hundreds of men who were in the cavern proved him wrong, but Niel was too angry with Isamu to let that stop him.

“No, they are not with the Nazi,” Wieland said. “Isamu may not be one of the Suzuki either.”

“But he had that precision power. Are you saying the Nazis found someone from another faction with the right power to pass himself off as them?” He tried to remember if the kishu had done Society magic. Niel thought he had, but those last… how many hours, anyway? Had been hectic enough, he wasn’t sure.

“No. He has Suzuki blood,” the german shepherd said. “But that does not mean he is part of the family. The official family.”

“You lost me. I know a good number of Society members and if there’s one thing that’s clear is how important family is to them. Even Dario is like that, and you sound like it, too.”

“Family is important,” Fedor said.

“Not to the Suzuki,” Wieland said. “They do not track who has baby with whom. They do not worry about a man with their blood being activated. There are many of them out in the world. Do not hold the family responsible for the action of one person.” He paused. “Even if he is a true son of the Suzuki.”

Niel nodded. That was good advice. People were responsible for their own actions, and when he got his hands on that kishu, he was going to wring his neck, regardless of what his fancy power let him do.

“Do you think you can move enough to kick your door out?” Niel asked. “If we can get out of here, we can lose ourselves back in the temple until they leave. It’s not like the three of us have to worry about food or water.”

“Kaboom,” Fedor said, morosely.

“Good point.” Niel sighed.

“I do not understand.”

“Once they’re done here, there’s no saying they won’t blow up the entrance. Sealing us in. I’m not looking forward to a century in here until someone else discovers this place.”

“Yes,” Wieland said, “I am missing my phone already.”

“I will be more than happy to remedy that,” someone said. A deep voice with a German accent, but also sounding refined. The Nazi leader stepped into view. Accompanied with the traitor. Isamu wore his gray and black uniform with pride and ignored Niel’s glaring. He turned with the wolf to face Wieland’s cell. “Should you finally see reason and accept to come into the fold. We are not unreasonable. Any canine will be given the chance to join.”

“Go fuck yourself,” the german shepherd said with vehemence, then switched to German, and his disgust at the man, the Nazis, and Isamu really came through.

The wolf nodded. “Yes, I suppose that is your choice. Isamu Suzuki, what do you believe we should do with him?”

The kishu shrugged. “Whatever we want?” All traces of Japanese accent were gone.

“Please be serious. I am curious as to how you believe we should treat people belonging to the same organization you came to us from.”

“These guys don’t belong to anything I’m part of.” The kishu’s English was good, Niel couldn’t hear any accent he recognized, but the way he enunciated made him think it wasn’t his first language. “As for what we should do, just use the staff on him. It’s not like we need his approval for that.”

“But there is no guarantee that it will make him one of the chosen.”

Another shrug from the kishu. “Then you lock him in a room and throw women at him. I know phrases that’ll get him to impregnate them whether he wants to or not. When they’re of age, I’ll initiate the sons and you’ll have soldiers whose strength will not be beaten by anyone.”

“Yes. Maybe we should simply turn him into a… what is the word, stud? He would be more useful as that. There will be plenty of the chosen among the believers.” The wolf turned to face Niel, glancing into Fedor’s cell. “What of these two?”

“Are you interested in having men who never grow old?”

The wolf looked thoughtful. “That would be a useful ability to grant those who demonstrate proper loyalty.”

“No, I mean men who, once I initiate them, will stop aging at the peak of their body.”

The wolf looked at Isamu. “You would let that into our ranks?” the kishu didn’t seem bothered by the disgust directed at him.

“No, honored leader. But I’m only a soldier. My role is to give you the information so you can make the right decision. I would never think to let my belief in someone’s inferiority take precedence over your understanding of their potential use to the cause.”

Niel searched Isamu’s face as he spoke. That could be the kind of speech one gave to convince a self-entitled asshole you were on their side. But there was no duplicity on the kishu’s face. He believed what he said.

“Good. But no. There is nothing one of their kind can bring that would make polluting the master race worthy. So do not bother speaking of bringing the cat in.”

Isamu nodded. “Then his role is simple. An ass for the men with that inclination to fuck.”

“Dream on,” Niel said, giving the two of them the finger.

“He will never age, so how long it takes for him to break isn’t important. But the only way he will hold out is to let himself guy of sexual starvation, so he will give himself over, and in time, he will become used to his role, and he will even enjoy it.”

Niel glared at Isamu. He hated that the kishu was probably right. Two days without sex was more than he ever wanted to go again, and people could get used to just about anything.

“What about this magic you can do? Won’t they use it to escape if we let them live?”

“Neither of these two know any. I don’t know about Wieland. He wasn’t talkative about that part of his education. But I doubt any of them know more than I was taught.”

The wolf looked at Niel. “Good.” He looked away. “Take the Stuber away. Get him ready.” Motion, then men came into view, unlocking the german shepherd’s door and dragging him out.

One of the men left behind pointed to Fedor’s cell and spoke quickly. Niel made out something about wanting to have fun, and the wolf nodded with a dismissive wave. Fedor protested, but after a cry of pain that made Niel think his arm had been ripped off, left, subdued, and without any visible injuries.

“Why?” Niel asked as Isamu turned to follow his leader. “Come on, you have to know he’s never going to share the power with you. Men like him are only about using people to amass more power. He’d going to discard you the instant you aren’t useful to him anymore.”

The kishu paused while the wolf continued walking away.

“You think you can turn me against my leader?”

“I think you’re an idiot for believing anything he told you.”

Isamu smiled. “I’m smarter than you, considering where you are and how we played you.”

(this will depend on sticking with the meeting being orchestrated. I figure that by this point Niel will have worked out it was orchestrated since the dalmatian will have shown up) “Oh like getting me to have sex with Fedor was so clever.”

Isamu shook his head in amusement. “Your inferiority is showing. That is not what I am talking about.”

“Look. I don’t know what he told you to convince you to work for him. But men like him have shown up throughout history, and it never ends well for the people around them.”

The kishu snorted. “What I want is already within our grasp. I will be one of the chosen, and I will be remade as one of the master-race. My body will then reflect my superiority over those like you.” (I’m giving Isamu something of an inferiority complex as part of his motivation/reason for joining the Nazis. If you need this changed that’s fine.)

Before Niel could add anything, the kishu walked away.

Great. Why are there always gullible people for the Hitlers of the world to take advantage of? He sat down and listened to the retreating steps.

The stone walls and buildings quickly soaked in all sounds, leaving him feeling utterly alone.