>He looked over the group that he had saved, and, at the moment, looked 
>ready to kill him.
>*Great* Scimitar thought, *just peachy*
>"Well, to start things off, hello," he said with a smile.
>At the moment, the nameless guy looked suspicious, the guy with the 
>beads seemed to be looking him over, and as for the one he knew was 
>Ryouga-sensei, well, lets just say, pissed off doesn't quite describe 
>it.
>"What exactly do you want?" the man without a name asked.
>"Well, something to call you by would be nice," Scimitar grinned.
>"Just who the hell are you?" Ryouga looked ready to kill at this 
>point.
>"Fine," Scimitar replied, "my name, is Scimitar Tenshin."
>"Scimitar?" the girls echoed.
>"Nice name," the resident MiB said. "Most of this people just call me
>Noname-san."
>"I'm Akane Tendo."
>"Ryouga Hibiki."
>"Ryoko Kuonoji."
>"Just call me Akisame."
>Scimitar grinned.  "Now, don't you all feel better?  All that tension 
>lifted?"
>At this point, Ryouga decided to attack.  Too bad his opponent wasn't 
>there.
>"What th-" he began, just before Scimitar hoisted grabbed him from 
>behind, and slammed him into the ground.
>/If you're done showing off?/ Mewtwo said, this time, everyone could 
>hear him.
>"Yeah, yeah, anyways. Did you see anything, unusual?"
>"I think those genetic freaks who attacked the tent would be called
>'unusual'" Noname-san held a blank expression when he said that.
>"Well, then I guess you're all in danger."
>"WHAT?!" they all yelled together.
>"Hope you guys didn't have friends in Nerima, because Chronos most 
>likely will wipe them out."
>Noname-san said something under his breath.
>*Mewtwo, what is he thinking?*
>/He seems to be thinking of your favorite okonomiyaki cook/
>*SHIT!*
>"Time to go!" he grabbed Noname-san and Ryouga and started to fly back 
>to the city.
>Trailing behind, was Mewtwo, carrying the others in a psychic bubble.
>/I swear, that boy would be dead in the water if he didn't have me 
>around./ Mewtwo complained to his passengers.
>
>
>Ukyou was having, what would be known as a bad day.
>First, the tournament that her friends, her sister, and her Ran-chan, 
>were attending, exploded somehow.  And now, two guys dressed like 
>those lousy CIA types in the movies, were asking a lot of questions.
>"Well, basically, did you take in any strangers recently?" one asked.
>The other flashed a picture. "Anyone who looks like this?"
>She recognized the man in the photo as her newest tenant.  "Yeah, I 
>know him."
>The two men grinned at each other, then one grabbed her, by the neck, 
>and lifted her up.
>"Well, it was nice knowing you," he said, then began to squeeze.
>Ukyou began to loose consciousness, when, a throwing knife hit him in 
>the hand.  He grabbed his hand, dropping her, and turned to the door.
>There was their target, standing at the head of the group.
>"Shall we?" he asked his partner.
>The two began to get larger, their clothing ripping off. One looked 
>pretty much like a giant rat, while the other grew into something that 
>had HUGE shoulders for some reason.
>"Heh, well I'll be."
>The two monsters turned, to see another problem.
>"Shit! That's the guy!" the rat started screaming. "That's the guy who 
>can handle Zeiga!"
>"You're kidding," the other said in disbelief, "that little shit is 
>the superhuman they keep warning us about?"
>"Lets see," Scimitar took a few glances at them, but wasn't facing 
>them.  "A Striker, I'd understand, but, does this really require a 
>Vamore's help?"
>The Zoanoids were shocked.  The other people were wondering what the 
>hell he was talking about.
>Suddenly, he unsheathed his scimitar, and jabbed it in the head of the 
>rat thing.
>While it was screaming in agony during its death, he grabbed the other 
>thing, and crushed its head with his bare hands.
>Everyone looked at him in shock.
>"What?" he began, "They were going to kill her, you saw it.  I just 
>dealt what I usually deal."
>
>
>After trying to clean up the mess, only to discover that the corpses 
>decompose right after death, the others sat round to hear Scimitar 
>out.
>"Do you want the long version, or short version?"
>/Short!  Everyone, just say short!/
>Everyone glanced at the suddenly hyperactive Pokémon.
>"Traitor!" Scimitar yelled.  "Anyway, I guess the short version will 
>do.  I'm a Saiyan.  You might have heard of my kind, this was this 
>thing, with Goku, and battles and, anyway.  I fight the Chronos Corp. 
>because they planned to transform everyone, into a Zoanoid."
>He noted the blank looks.
>"Those things I just killed."
>Recognition was on their faces now.
>"Anyway, I heard that Chronos has formed a partnership with Umbrella, 
>and from I can tell, this, is a bad thing."
>The others looked at him solemnly.
>"So, who's for takeout?"
>They all face-faulted.
>
>
>"Just relax," Ryoko said, and then pointed to a point on Noname-san's 
>back.
>Scimitar's finger began to glow, and he poked that point.
>Noname flinched, and got up.
>"How do I know it worked?" he asked Ukyou.
>Before she could answer, Scimitar's fist was flying straight at him.
>He blocked the punch, and was going to retaliate, when he noticed 
>something.
>He blocked.
>He actually could block the punch!
>"I'm, I'm cured!" he yelled.
>"And yet again, no thanks to me," Scimitar pouted.
>Noname-san glared at him. "You're really starting to get on my nerves,
>'friend'."
>"Am I the only one wondering about that other guy?" Akisame asked.  
>"The other sword-swinger looking for him?" he pointed toward 
>Noname-san.
>/He's not one of them./ Mewtwo said.
>"How do we know that?" Akane asked.
>/I saw him fighting the Zoanoids, and, I know that he is not evil./
>Scimitar looked at his friend.  "So why is he after Nameless?"
>/I don't know about that./
>*Hmmm* Scimitar began to think.  "Listen, since I kinda got you all in 
>this, is it ok if I stay with one of you?"
>The others began to give a questioning look.
>"I'm broke.  Ok?  I have no where to stay," Scimitar said after a 
>minute of the staring.
>"You can stay at my house," Akane said.
>"Thanks, Akane."
>
>
>Elsewhere:
>"You never told us about this threat, Alkanphel!"
>"I believed that Zeiga would handle it, and, you never mentioned your 
>little problem, did you?"
>"It doesn't matter, if what your lackey said is true, and they're 
>together, it could bode a problem, or-"
>"Yes, or a solution"
>The two men began to laugh. And all those who could hear them, felt a 
>chill.