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Beginning

Otherworld:

A purple-skinned man with a white Mohawk was kneeling in the middle of a huge, wonderfully and very expensively decorated room with a ceiling so high that it seemed to vanish into the sky. The walls were covered in silver-, gold-, and diamond-ornaments, but the most intriguing painting was the one on the floor. It was a shining circle, laid out with the most precious metals found in the universe. It consisted of a single line, wound so intricately that pictures could be seen, but for every observer the picture would be different. Many had tried to copy the design, but sooner or later, everyone had given up with a headache. It was said that the line actually moved on its own will and that every time a new design could be seen, though nobody was actually able to really prove it.

Tall, thin windows that were framed by fragile-looking columns created a melodious play of light and shadow in the room, making it seem fully illuminated but yet leaving places to hide from curious glances. Their glass-less openings showed some of the peculiar outside which consisted of a pink sky and grass so lush and green like none other in the universe. It was a very calm and soothing landscape, but all of that beauty could not reach the strange master of the place for he had other concerns at the moment. Eyes lowered submissively to the floor, fear clutching his heart with an icy hand, he mumbled:

"Yes, my Lord, I understand. But, forgive me my question, why do you come to me, one of your many servants?"

It was plain that he was not comfortable with the obedient demeanor he was displaying, as he could hardly keep himself under control, kneeling on the floor like that. He squirmed and trembled, never getting the air of being at ease. And he was also clearly frightened to the very core of his being by the omnipotent presence that resided in the marvelous room, that flowed through him, and that knew his every thought. He was not used to something being so great that he could only glimpse parts of it, never the whole.

Many colorful pictures filled his mind. Pictures of a tiring search lasting for endless centuries. Pictures of many representatives from different races and many potential candidates. None of them the right one to fulfill the job. Each and everyone of them physically or mentally broken after only a small fraction of the rigorous and cruel training program.

Pictures of a young, humanoid boy with black, spiky hair, coal black eyes, and features that would be called handsome by his species. Pictures of the same boy with bright golden hair, turquoise eyes, and a very serious look etched on his face. Pictures of a terrible fight between a green, insect-like creature and the small boy. Pictures of the bug-like creature being defeated by that very same boy.

Shocked, the purple man gasped. He had seen that boy before, he was not an unfamiliar face, and then he realized the meaning of those pictures.

"He is YOUR next candidate."

Yes. He is. Pity on him. Knowledge how hard the training is. Anxiousness to meet the boy.

He was so out of his mind that he responded without thinking.

"I will bring him here so that YOU can talk to him about YOUR choice."

Suddenly, the intimidating, mind-numbing presence was gone. Exhausted, the purple man collapsed, panting as if he had just run a marathon. He hadn't realized how tense he had been. Why would HE choose a boy from the universe he was given watch over? Some of the pictures that he was able to pick out of the mental flood had shown a little bit of that training hell the boy was to undergo, and the purple-skinned being really did not envy him. In fact, he was quite sure that he himself would never survive that unholy program, and that a mere boy should be caught in that horrible vision...

But he could not defy HIM. HE had given HIS orders, and HE expected HIS orders to be carried out. All he could do was hope and pray fervently that the boy somehow would be able to survive and deal with the terrors that would be thrown at him.

Gathering his remaining strength, he shakily stood up and called for his long-time servant.

"Kibito, come here, I need your assistance."

A few seconds later, a huge, pink guy with long, white hair flooding openly down his back, entered the room through a door that had previously been hidden. He was clad in the same clothing as his master, wide blue pants and a long jacked trimmed with a red stripe at the edges, but he towered over his master like Goliath over David.

"Yes, master?"

Kibito's voice was smooth and dark, as usual, and that ensured the small purple man. He was not afraid of Kibito, although Kibito might seem intimidating to a stranger with his gruff features and his constant scowl. But he had known Kibito for longer than most people could imagine, and Kibito had always been a dependable companion. Furthermore, looks were deceiving. If it had come down to them fighting despite their friendship, Kibito would have easily been defeated by him, a man only half his size, though infinitely more powerful. Collecting his thoughts, he addressed his servant curtly.

"Could you please transport us to Chikyou? I have business to attend to."

Kibito watched his master closely. His master's usually light purple, almost lavender colored skin had an unhealthy, grey teint, hinting at extreme exhaustion, and his normally sparkling blue-violet eyes were plain and dull, void of any reaction. His master seemed to be very uncomfortable and upset as he was trying to mask his fear by rudeness. But that didn't work, Kibito knew his master too well, and when he looked closer, he discovered that his master seemed to be trembling a little bit.

"What happened, master?"

The purple being cast his eyes downwards and shook his head, reliving the terrible meeting with the powerful and intimidating presence earlier. A cold shudder ran down his spine at the remembrance, bristling the hair on his neck in fear as if he was a dog.

"Am I so obvious?"

A small chuckle escaped his lips when his head whipped up to meet Kibito's eyes. After long seconds when none of the two dared to move, the purple man finally defocused his glare as exhaustion had zapped up the last of his remaining strength. Staring off into nothingness, he sighed tiredly.

"Oh well, I might as well tell you. HE came to visit me. But I cannot tell you more. Now take us both down to Chikyou, to the highest power level."

Kibito was shocked and by now trembling as badly as his master. HE had come. He had never seen HIM, but he had heard stories about HIM. Stories which he believed to be as true as fairy-tales or the Chikyou-sei legend of Santa Claus. But now, he had to reevaluate them. If those stories should have a little bit of truth in them, if only a fraction of those stories were true, HE was overwhelming. HE was a being as high above his master as his master was above a simple kami. Forcing his voice to be steady, he replied shakily.

"Yes, master."

He put a hand on the Supreme Kai's shoulder and reached out with his senses across Otherworld, across the galaxy, to a small blue planet where the average representative of the resident species had a power level of 5 units. Thus the few high power levels stuck out like a sore thumb and were easily detected. He briefly wondered how such strong beings could reside on such a weak planet, but pushed it back to concentrate on teleporting. Then they both vanished, leaving only a faint trail of scent to witness that there had anyone recently been.