Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Magi Masuku ❯ Enter... Masuku! ( Chapter 1 )

Enter... Masuku!

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I own all of the characters in this story. It is an original story by your's truly. Many of the characters are based off of characters from mythology or literature. I don't own those characters, but, in the case of mythology... who does? Homer?

 

 

 

In this world, there are many things hidden behind the curtain of misconception, the wall of things we refuse to believe. But, if you'd just open that curtain, make a crack in that wall, you'd be amazed by the things you could find.

 

 

 

“So...” a man began from the top of the fortress' parapet, “when are the new victims arriving?” The man's accent was clearly American, and he wore a simple, black t-shirt and khaki pants.

 

“A bit impatient, eh, Mr. Boston?” An elderly man asked. He was hunched over and holding a cane, but there seemed to be a strange, youthful energy about him. He was dressed in a blue tuxedo with matching pants and tie. He was balding, but it seemed as if most of his hair had moved to his chin, creating a rather long beard.

 

“Forgive me, Director Hakuai.” The man said. His name was Usa Boston. He bent down to pick up a small, blue pig that was walking by his feet. “I just want to see how many passed the entrance test.” “And how many foreign monkeys passed...” He thought to himself angrily.

 

“Don't apologize, stupid!” The elderly man said cheerfully. Hakuai Kyoto, the leader of the organization that called the fortress home. Quietly, Usa wondered if the insult should be taken seriously.

 

“I'm curious to see how many cadets passed, as well. ARRESTO!” A short man said. A pigeon was perched on his head, quietly looking everything over. He wore a red vest with `A!' printed on the back. His hair was long, curly, and black. He had no pants on and was only wearing a pair of briefs.

 

“Venice...” Kyoto said as he stared at the man, “Did you forget to put your pants on again?” The man, Itay Venice, seemed shocked upon the elderly director saying this, and looked down. “Oh, ARRESTO! This is the third time this week!”

 

“Isn't it Tuesday?” A tall, muscular man asked. An otter was following him, its fur strangely green. The man wore a white, sleeveless shirt, had orange hair growing out of his head, chin, chest, and arm, and wore a kilt.

 

“ARRESTO!” Itay yelled. “I didn't ask you, Scott! You don't even wear pants!”

 

Scott Dundee, the man wearing the kilt, quickly became angry. “THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT A WUSS!” He yelled, his otter trying to stop him from killing Itay.

 

“Hey, guys.” The final person on the parapet said. “We're all friends here, right?” He was a man roughly in his thirties, with white hair that came from being an albino. He wore sunglasses and a blue, long-sleeved shirt as well as deep-blue pants. He had a large, live turtle tied to his arm. He was Irelan Dublin.

 

“He's right.” Boston said. “You guys shouldn't fight.” “Though if one of you monkeys was killed, that wouldn't be too bad...” he thought to himself.

 

“Well, the new cadets shouldn't arrive for another 5 min...” Kyoto started to say, but was interrupted by a loud yelling from the front gate.

 

 

 

Magi: those who practice in the unpredictable arts of magic. Though persecuted, the Magi have now gained proper places in society; prophets, entertainers, and espionage. However, one of their places has gained the most respect: the MagiGuard.

 

 

 

Masuku whizzed through the front gate, screaming happily, with a purple cat making a desperate attempt to keep up. Masuku wore a purple blazer over a red t-shirt and had spiky, red hair.

 

“Masuku, you idiot, slow down!” The cat yelled as it chased after the boy. “WE'RE EARLY!”

 

“What?” Masuku asked as he suddenly stopped. He turned to the cat, slightly confused. “Herupanen, what do you mean?” “I told you when we got off of the plane!” The cat yelled. “You ran off so fast; you left all of the other cadets in the dust!”

 

“I was... excited.” Masuku said, slightly embarrass—

 

 

 

The Familiar: the magical assistant to a Magi. The first spell a Magi casts is to create a Familiar. The Familiar becomes the animal that best represents that Magi. More than a helper, a Familiar is also the Magi's primary weapon...

 

 

 

...ed. “Besides, if those kids weren't so slow...”

 

“Hey, kid...” a voice from behind Masuku said. After giving a shocked scream, Masuku spun around to see Irelan. “You're a little early, eh?”

 

“I'm sorry, but I was just too excited!” Masuku said cheerfully. “I—why is your Familiar tied to your arm?”

 

Irelan looked at the turtle tied to his arm. “Galop?” Irelan asked, slightly confused. “He's a turtle; they're not fast. I tie him here so he's always nearby.”

 

“That's so cool!” Masuku yelled as he began poking the turtle, who was quickly becoming angry.

 

“You impress easy, kid.” Irelan said. “So what's your name?”

 

“Me?” Masuku asked. “Oh, I'm Eikoumugen Masuku.”

 

The eyes behind Irelan's glasses widened. “Eikoumugen...?” He thought to himself. “No... couldn't be...”

 

“Hey, mister...” Masuku said, “what's wrong? Are you constipated?”

 

The strange question snapped Irelan back to reality. “Consti... kid, are you all right in the head?” Irelan looked around curiously. “Say... where are the other cadets?”

 

“I think... they're driving here.” Masuku said. “But I don't know why they're driving when I just ran here...” “Maybe because the plane's 15 miles away...?” Irelan said, trying to make it clear to Masuku what he had just accomplished.

 

“What are you trying to say?” Masuku asked. Before Irelan could give any answer, someone at the front gate yelled, very angrily, “I'LL KILL YOU!”

 

Startled, Irelan turned his attention towards the front gate, where a very muscular young man was charging in his direction, or, to be more accurate, in Masuku's direction.

 

“Hey, look!” Masuku said innocently as he pointed towards the angry young man. “There's one of the others!”

 

The young man was dressed in an open, tan jacket and a brown tank-top. On the back of his jacket was the Japanese kanji for the word `gu.' His hair was long and brown. A large, blue frog with tiger stripes kept pace with him easily.

 

“Hi!” Masuku said to the young, angry cadet cheerfully. “Did you run all the way here t—?”

 

“Koxinga!” The young man yelled, and the frog nodded. The frog jumped onto one of the young man's fists and, in a puff of smoke, the frog was replaced with two, blue boxing gloves with the kanji for `gu' on each one.

 

“You had this coming, you little—!”

 

 

 

The first thing a Magi does with their familiar is create a Weapon Form. The Weapon Form can be anything and is only limited by the Magi's imagination. Its powers, however, aren't limitless; certain things are impossible to create as the Weapon Form's power.

 

 

 

“...PUNK!” The young man yelled as rocks came off of the ground and gathered around his boxing gloves. “GU-KEN!” He yelled as, with a powerful punch, he sent Masuku flying into a wall.

 

“Hey, now—.” Irelan said, making an attempt to stop the angry young man, but the young man had already charged after Masuku.

 

Terrified, Masuku jumped up and began running like a mad man. The young man chased Masuku; Herupanen, Masuku's familiar, chased the young man; Irelan just watched, knowing it was impossible to stop this.

 

“WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME?!” Masuku yelled as he ran. “Don't you remember?!” The young man yelled. “I SURE DO!”

 

 

 

After the MagiGuard's plane landed, Jangen Gumushi smiled as he prepared to get off. He was going to be the first one off; perfect for someone of his awesomeness. He prepared to begin walking down the stairs that had been pulled up to the plane door and—

 

“YEAH!” Masuku yelled as he excitedly jumped through the door, knocking Gumushi down. “Masuku, wait!” Herupanen yelled as he ran over Gumushi, trying to keep up with Masuku.

 

“Boss, are you okay?” Koxinga, Gumushi's familiar, asked.

 

Gumushi angrily got up and began running after Masuku. “YOU'RE GONNA PAY, YOU LITTLE PUNK!”

 

 

 

“THAT COULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!” Masuku yelled as he ran. “I'D REMEMBER IT!”

 

“I still have the bruise, punk!” Gumushi yelled as he continued to chase Masuku. “THAT DOESN'T PROVE ANYTHING!” Masuku yelled, attempting to stop him.

 

“Masuku!” Herupanen yelled. “USE ME!” “I'M KIND OF BUSY!” Masuku yelled as he continued running.

 

“Idiot.” Herupanen said as he leapt at Masuku. “Weapon Form!” Smoke surrounded them both, hiding them from view.

 

“Bringing out your Familiar Weapon won't help you.” Gumushi said with a smirk. “I'm too good for a punk like you...”

 

The smoke cleared, revealing Masuku, wearing a confident smile. “Okay.” He said as he held up his weapon. It was a large, purple sword; the blade was made of stone and the hilt had several tassels coming off of it. The strange thing, however, was that the sword had no sharp edges; it was blunt.

 

Gumushi burst out into laughter. “That... that's no Familiar Weapon!” He yelled. “That's a Familiar Toy! The edges are blunt! That thing couldn't cut through butter!”

 

“Hey!” Masuku yelled with such spirit that Gumushi stopped laughing. Masuku was pointing his sword right at Gumushi. “My name's Eikoumugen Masuku! That's not the name of anyone you should make fun of!”

 

“I hate punks like you.” Gumushi said as he beat his fists together. “Let me show you...” he began as he charged at Masuku, preparing to deliver a bone-shattering blow, “WHAT A REAL MAGI CAN DO!”

 

“Okay...” Masuku said as he held his sword like a baseball bat, “50G...” Gumushi was coming closer and closer. “CRUSH SLICE!” He swung his sword, hitting Gumushi in the side. The force of the attack sent him flying into one of the nearby parapets.

 

“Interesting...” Irelan thought to himself. “The kid uses Elemental Magic... mainly Gravity spells, by the looks of how easily he cast that last spell...”

 

“Oh, man...” Masuku said as he let go of the sword with one hand and scratched his head, staring at Gumushi and the large crater he had left. “I wonder if I over did it...”

 

Irelan chuckled. “It looks like...” he said quietly to himself, “...things are about to get much more interesting around here...”

 

 

 

Next Times: Meet the Cadets: Friends, Rivals, and Bad Cooking!