InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ From Tokyo to Metro City ❯ A Whole New World ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

A/N: This idea just came to me after I was at my dad's and he told me he wished I still watched the Turtles, because he liked them and Inuyasha gets on his nerves. A lot of my stuff is really dark and angst ridden, because that's the easiest for me to write. But I have a weird sense of humor and I write off the wall crossovers for fun. This is by far the most insane thing I have ever written. This won't be updated a lot. It will be something I work on when I'm stuck on my other stories. There will be original characters and celebrity cameos included in this story. The main characters will be those from Inuyasha and The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. This is my first A/U story. Also, the show Inuyasha is shown in this universe. Weird? Yes, I know, but bare with me. I can explain this. All Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle stuff refers to the 1980's version of the show, because it's the only one I know. Remember, although this will contain some adult languages and themes that this is HUMOR. It's supposed to be funny. Don't take it serious. If you don't want to read this, please go elsewhere.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters from any of the other shows mentioned.

 

Chapter 1- A Whole New World

 

An indigo cape trailed behind the tall Japanese man. His appearance made one think he was a demon or some sort of uber samurai. A metal helmet covered his head of black hair. A steel plate worked to hide his nose and mouth from view. The only features on his face that could be seen were his beady dark eyes. A baggy purple glittery shirt tapered to his narrow waist. Metal guards with spikes were on his forearms and shoulders. His pants were black. Metal shin and knee guards adorned with spikes were worn over the pants.

 

With him were what a few people who saw him thought of as a warthog and a rhino demon. Some people stopped and gaped, but a lot of people ignored them. There was, after all, a big Anime Convention in Tokyo this week, so the people just assumed that they were there for that. Thick, cloying purplish black fog hung heavily in the air as the three…uh… men walked toward the looming rise office building.

 

Damn the smog looked weird here in Tokyo!

 

In the man's left hand was a letter from a man named Nick Sato. Oroku Saki, or the Shredder, as he was called, had no idea what had possessed him to come here. Perhaps it was Krang's incessant, non-stop bitching that had caused him to make the inter-dimensional and six thousand mile journey with the two bumbling morons, Bebop and Rocksteady.

 

“Gee Shredder, this place is weird,” the mutated warthog said.

 

“Yeah,” the rhino said. “Why did we have to come with you anyway?”

 

Shredder closed his eyes for a second as he shook his head. He could already feel the migraine making his head throb and it wasn't even noon yet. After having these two as his side kicks for three years, he still hadn't taken the time to tell them apart. He always called them the wrong names. It wasn't as if he needed to, Shredder wasn't even sure they knew what their own names were. “You fucking morons begged to join me to get away from the constantly PMSing Krang.”

 

“Oh yeah. I forgot.”

 

“Me too.”

 

Shredder deeply regretted taking them with him now. He should have left them in Dimension X with Krang. Perhaps Krang would have killed them or maybe they would have killed him. There was always the chance they would have set the Technodrome on fire and killed themselves and Krang.

 

If only some dreams would come true.

 

Shredder needed to get away from Metro City before he went crazy. Those fucking turtles had bested him again! Who would have thought four sixteen year old mutants could beat him? Especially since one was a control freak, another was a genius, one was a major prick, and the other one made a valley girl look like Einstein. (Can you tell me which turtle is which?)

 

How the hell did they always beat him?

 

Sometimes Shredder wondered why he was being a super villain anyway. It's not like he could rule the world or anything. What was his goal? Shredder knew he wanted to start his own sect of Yakuza in Metro City, but who would have thought he'd have four ninja turtles and their vengeful rat sensei?

 

It wasn't that their leader was a rat of a human. Oh no, their leader, Master Splinter, was a mutated rat that wanted revenge on Shredder for killing his owner, Hamato Yoshi, twenty years earlier. It wasn't like he meant to kill him.

 

Well he had, but that wasn't the point.

 

Maybe that's what was wrong. Karma was coming back to bite him on the ass.

 

Part of him simply wanted to give up. Then what would he do, go back to selling cars?

 

No! He vowed that he would never again sell another car!

 

He'd be damned before he went back to Dry Ridge, Kentucky to sell one more Toyota!

 

Perhaps becoming the Shredder was just a mid-life crisis. He had just turned thirty, two weeks before. A bit young for a mid-life crisis, but what the hell? After all, his twenty six year old girlfriend reporter, April O'Neil had broke up with him to alope in Las Vegas with that wannabe hockey player, Casey Jones. He had given up his job and mundane life in Kentucky for her and once they got to Metro City, the bitch had kicked him out. So he was homeless and jobless.

 

That's when he met Krang. And his life changed forever.

 

Now at thirty three, he was a crime lord, but those turtles were total pains in his ass.

 

He had been shocked to say the least when Krang threw the damn letter at him.

 

He had been lying on his ten thousand dollar purple leather couch watching some random anime on Cartoon Network and eating a bag of Chex Mix. The villain, some head case named Naraku, was someone he actually felt pit for. Besides the fact that it must suck to be that fucking crazy, the dog boy he was fighting was even more annoying than the turtles. Of course Krang had interrupted his cartoon time when he had thrown the letter at him.

 

Shredder remembered the myth about half demon Inuyasha, his time-traveling woman, and the evil villain, Naraku. He remembered hearing that the priestess who had freed Inuyasha from the tree had sealed Naraku away for five hundred years.

 

Surely it was just a myth.

 

It was nice to be back in Japan again.

 

That was until the kid ran up to him.

 

“Wow! Those are the coolest costumes I have ever seen.” He looked to be about fourteen with red streaked spikes in his jet black hair and he spoke in Japanese.

 

“What did he just say?” Bebop asked Rocksteady.

 

He shrugged. “When the hell did I start speaking Chinese?”

 

Shredder rolled his eyes. They were in Japan! What a fucking moron! “Don't say another word either one of you.” He told the two.

 

He was going to say something when a woman and a man rushed toward them. The woman was a typical Japanese beauty with long, straight black hair and dark almond shaped eyes, but the man looked like some kind of albino. He had short spiked white hair and eyes that were covered by dark sunglasses. He wore baggy blue jeans and a red hooded sweatshirt.

 

“Sota, what have I told you about bothering random people?”

 

“Aww, come one Kagome. I was just telling them that their costumes were cool.”

 

“I'm really sorry about that.” The woman bowed slightly.

 

“Keh!” The man said. “If you two are done fucking around, we have to go see if Koga found any more information on all the demon outbreaks.”

 

They ran off, leaving Shredder stunned. Koga, Kagome, and Sota were all characters on the anime he had been watching that night.

 

He shook his head. The kids were just playing some kind of fucked up role playing game.

 

They walked into the huge high rise and went to the front desk. They walked up and watched as a bored looking woman leering at a computer screen. “Can I help you?”

 

“Yeah. I'm here to see Nick Sato.”

 

“Right,” she mocked him as she looked at him, then to Bebop and Rocksteady.

 

He slammed his hands on the counter. “Listen to me, I have an appointment with Sato-sama. My name is Orko Saki.”

 

“Go on up to the top floor. I'm very sorry about this Saki-sama.”

 

“Arigato.”

 

They walked to the elevator and rode to the top floor.

 

They were met by a woman with sunglasses on and she led them into an office. The man behind the desk was pretty and had long black hair. He wore a black suit with a purple tie.

 

“Nick Sato, I presume?” Shredder said.

 

He smiled. “Some call me that.”

 

The door slammed closed causing Shredder and his minions to jump.

 

Shredder looked back to the man. His clothes were different and he had three tentacles waving around him. Shredder jumped of from his chair, knocking it to the floor. “Holy fucking shit!”

 

“Others call me Naraku.” He smiled.

 

`Great.' Shredder mentally rolled his eyes. This was all he needed. “What do you want with me?”

 

“I need you to assist me with something.” The cool evil voice spoke to the wide eyed human.

 

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Like what?”

 

The being rose from his chair and walked closer to them. Shredder back away from Naraku. He had seen those anime pornos with the tentacle monsters.

 

No way in hell would one of those things touch him.

 

“Why do you fear me?”

 

Shredder laughed. “I don't fear you. I don't like your tentacles.”

 

“Why not?”

 

Shredder snorted. “Puh-lease.” He scoffed. “I've seen those anime movies with the tentacle monsters.”

 

Naraku frowned and instantly his tentacles vanished. “I do sometimes use my tentacles in such a manner, but have no intention on using them on you in such a way.”

 

“Whoa. That was way too much information.” Shredder held up his hands. “Why do you need my help?”

 

“Because my enemies are close to discovering my resurrection. They still believe that there are two years before the curse on me is lifted. Too bad the spell of that little bitch, Kagome, lasted for ten too few years.”

 

“And just how is that my problem?” Shredder arched a brow.

 

“I want you to take me back to Metro City with you.”

 

His eyes widened in shock. “Why Metro City? Why not New York, LA, Washington, or Miami?”

 

“Metro City is big enough for me to regroup and form an army, but has a low enough profile that no one will think to look for me there.”

 

“What if I don't want to help you?” Shredder crossed his bulky arms across his chest.

 

Naraku approached Shredder with a sinister smile on his face and allowed his tentacles back out. He pressed his chest to Shredder's and watched the terror in the human's eyes as the tentacles flicked about wildly, but none touched him.

 

“Then you will get to know my tentacles. Intimately.”

 

Shredder flinched and Naraku laughed. “How soon can you be ready to leave?”

 

“By the end of the week. Thank you Shredder, I knew you would see things my way.”

 

Shredder had a bad feeling about this.

 

“Where will I be staying?” Naraku asked.

 

“My house.”

 

“This is going to be fun.” Naraku laughed darkly and walked from the room.

 

“Fuck!” Shredder knew he shouldn't have come to Japan. He had thought things couldn't get any worse.

 

Well, they just had.

 

A/N: What do you think? If anyone is confused by the characters and need bios, please let me know.