Author's Note: So, striking my note at the beginning of Chapter 1 but just a little bit. After speaking with my friend AJ I decided it'd only be fair to have a second part focused on Gerald/Phoebe. Again this really only works if you know the anime Inuyasha, so do check it out! So it's now extended to a Two-Shot.
Naraku: La Sombra
Edit: THIS IS IMPORTANT: As I was thinking about Sango and her background, I remembered her little brother Kohaku. However, Phoebe does not have a little brother or sister (and I had trouble thinking of someone from the series who could be Phoebe's sibling and have that same bond Sango has with her brother. I even considered Siobhan, the little girl in "Phoebe Skips" who moved up from the 3rd grade...but it just didn't work). But in the "Inuyasha" series, Sango's whole purpose for wanting revenge on the main villain is because he used her brother to kill their family.
So I started thinking, and thinking, and thinking, and thinking. Gerald DOES have a little sister But in my cast he's Miroku and Miroku's whole purpose for wanting revenger on Narku is because Naraku cursed his family with the wind tunnel.
In the end, I decided to just switch up their backgrounds. So Gerald is a Monk, but he has Sango's reason for getting revenge on Naraku. Phoebe is a demon slayer but she has Miroku's reason for getting revenge on Naraku. With that in mind, I gave Phoebe the wind tunnel. Then I thought it wouldn't be fair for her to have the Wind Tunnel AND Sango's trademark boomerang as her weapons (because both are SUPER powerful). So I had to improvise.
I hope that made sense! You'll see once you start reading! =) I don't want to give too much away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Hey Arnold. Inuyasha (c) to Rumiko Takahashi and Hey Arnold is (c) to Nick/Viacom. This is a fan fiction not made for profit. ENJOY!
"AAAHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEEEAAAHHHHH! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"
"MAMA! MAMA! MAAAAMMAAA!"
Gerald and Phoebe emerged from the hut they were staying in for the night, racing towards the sounds of danger.
"Did you sense anything earlier?"
"No nothing! My barrier didn't even waver to ward off any attacks! You?" Gerald answered.
"None of my demon traps did anything! What kind of spirit are we dealing with?" Phoebe cried.
"Guess we're about to find out!" Earlier in the day, Helga left to visit Arnold in his time to find out why it was taking so long for him to come back. In the meantime, Gerald and Phoebe had been called on to protect a neighboring village from a demon that attacked and stole children at night. In Arnold and Helga's absence, they decided to take the job, knowing that if their friends returned early Helga could scent them out and help them. If not, they figured the mission would only take a day or two before they returned to the Elk Caves to meet their friends. Unfortunately, they did not expect for the demon to bypass the defenses they had set around the village!
Gerald and Phoebe upped their speed, legs pumping with a vengence as their feet pounded against the grass.
"MY BABY! LET ME GO AND GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!"
"MAMA!" Gerald and Phoebe skidded to a halt as they came to a clearing. Phoebe had one of her chained-scythes ready for attack and Gerald took a fighting pose with his monk staff in one hand, and an ofuda (spell of prayer) in the other. Then, he froze, eyes wide. Before them, they saw a Rat demon holding an adult woman in its claws, hissing. But what caught Gerald's attention, was the human dressed in a skintight bodysuit, much like Phoebe's. The human was shorter than him and had a mask over her mouth. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun...but her eyes were visible against her caramel skin as she held a younger child in a headlock with a dagger raised.
"LET ME GO, GIVE ME BACK MY BABY! AHH!"
"Never! You will watch as we drain your child of his energy and use it to our advantage! Then, I will devour your soul!" the Rat demon seethed.
"MAMA! HELP!" The child was kicking and screaming with tears streaming down his face. "LET ME GO!"
"Gerald we have to do something! Gerald!" Phoebe cried, trying to get his attention. But he was frozen in shock as he whispered,
"T-Timberly?" Phoebe narrowed her eyes at his response. She spoke,
"Who's Timberly? Some other girl who..."
"TIMBERLY! Let him go!" Gerald cried out, gritting his teeth. The girl in the black suit looked up at him and narrowed her own eyes. She raised the dagger even higher when Gerald tapped his staff on the ground twice. It expanded into a boomerang, which he slung forward. The boomerang flew, knocking into the girl's wrist, causing her to drop the dagger. In surprise, she released the boy who skittered out of the way as Gerald rushed girl. Phoebe turned her attention to the Rat demon.
"Release her!" she cried.
"Make me!" It hissed, raising it's claws that began to shine a poisonous glow. The mother in the Rat demon's claws winced, screamed, and squirmed in an attempt to get away as he brought his paw down. Phoebe cried out, jumping up and tossing her chain and scythe towards the demon, effectively slicing off it's arm.
"ARRGH! YOU WENCH, YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" It shouted. The mother was too released and she scampered toward her son.
"You two, make you're way back to the village, we'll take it from here!" Phoebe said to the mother and child. She nodded, sobbing as she scooped up her son and held him tightly.
"Thank you, thank you!" she rushed off quickly. Phoebe turned her attention to the demon once more,
"Instead of targeting defenseless mothers, why don't you come at someone who'll REALLY give you a run for your money?" She asked, twirling her scythe in the air. The Rat demon smirked, licking his lips.
"I can tell the aura of your soul is...spicy! Heheh, it will be, delightful to devour!" The Rat said, his tail swishing in anticipation of the scuffle. Phoebe smirked as well.
"Bring it on," she said, charging the Rat demon. They clashed heatedly. Meanwhile, Gerald was going head to head with the other girl...only, he ended up on the defensive. The girl kept coming at him; she had two daggers attached to either wrist that she continuously slashed towards the interloper who'd stopped her mission.
"S-stop it! Timberly! Don't you remember me? TIM!" His staff had returned to him retracted back into it's original form and he used it to defend each blow. He couldn't bring himself to hurt her.
"Timberly! Stop! You KNOW me! I know you do!" But the girl didn't speak, she just kept slashing. Gerald grunted with each blow until he couldn't take it anymore.
"T-timberly...forgive me!" In the midst of her blows, Gerald managed to pull an arm back enough to sling his fist forward and sock the girl in the jaw. She fell backwards. Gerald then pinned her down, both hands anchoring her arms to the ground. He looked into her eyes.
"Timberly, snap out of it! I know you're in there! You have to remember me! It's me, Gerald!" he said...but her eyes were empty. Gerald felt his heart clench at this.
"She doesn't remember you! And she never will, not as long as she doesn't want to. Which works out great for me!" A deep, gruff voice said. Gerald looked up and gasped.
There, just a few fee away, was their ultimate nemesis in the flesh...or so to speak. They couldn't really tell what he looked like as he always had a huge, brown cloak draped over his person with a small slit open in the material for his eyes. Other than that, he was completely covered. But Gerald would recognize that disguise anywhere, and so would Phoebe.
"La Sombra?" She cried. La Sombra tsked as he addressed the beastly, furry vermin that was his minion,
"I thought I told you to slay the boy and devour the mother."
"We were interrupted master!" The Rat demon said, taking a breath and shooting a poisonous blast towards Phoebe. She dodged it with ease, flipping up in the air and tossing demon powder at the monster, which made it hard for him to breathe and see. She then took out her dagger and as she came down sliced a huge cut from it's forehead all the way down it's face. The demon cried out,
"I'll murder you!"
"I don't have time for this..." Phoebe said. She then removed one of her gloves and held it toward the demon. A large, windy vacuum emerged from her palm and started sucking in the trees and everything around her. A black hole. The Rat demon was doomed.
"ARRGGHH!" It screamed as it was sucked up. Phoebe then closed up her wind tunnel and winced, falling to her knees with perspiration dripping down her face. Gerald's eyes grew wide with shock and fear when he saw Phoebe fall forward.
"P-phoebe!" He cried out. But he didn't dare get up, lest he gave Timberly a chance to attack him. La Sombra smirked,
"I see the curse I placed on your family is still active Heyerdahl," he said.
"You bastard. I'll destroy you for dishonoring and ruining my family!" Phoebe cried.
"Blame your grandmother. Her sacrifice to save her family was useless..."
"You don't speak about them like that!" she cried, attempting to stand. But she couldn't. La Sombra chuckled,
"Oh Heyerdahl, if I were you I'd conserve my energy. You forget, the more you use your wind tunnel the weaker you become..."
"I'll give up all of my life force to destroy you! You monster!" She hissed out...trying to fight against the exhaustion and pain coursing through her veins.
"Phoebe! Stand down, you're in no position to fight right now!" Gerald said. La Sombra laughed,
"Oh, like you're in a better position yourself, Johannsen. You're so focused on keeping that girl pinned, you've yet to realize her current state," he hissed.
"Huh?" Gerald looked down at Timberly only to find her eyes glowing red as she was muttering some ancient spell. He gasped and let her go just as she pulsed with a power strong enough to knock him back a few yards! He slid across the ground, landing at Phoebe's feet.
"HAHA! You both are fools! The girl is beyond your reach now, Johannsen. She's under MY control," La Sombra chided.
"W-what did you do to her?" Gerald asked..
"Why, nothing. Only gave her what she wished. What she practically begged for. She pleaded for me to make her forget that night...that horrendous event gave the poor child nightmares. So I did her a favor, erased everything in association with that massacre. She remembers nothing...not even you."
"You...YOU LIE!" Gerald struggled to sit up. The blast had apparently sent a burning sensation all across his skin. He looked at the girl.
"Timberly! Snap out of it! What would mom and dad and Jamie-O think if they saw this! Don't you remember, I promised to always look after you! But you have to let me in! C'mon Tim, come back to me; PLEASE!" he tried to reach her.
She didn't respond. There was no life in her. It was as if she was merely a puppet.
"I'm afraid she's quite beyond your assistance." La Sombra seethed, as Timberly stood up in a fighting stance. Gerald growled, as did Phoebe.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"Well, the children of the nearby village WERE supplying me with power to heal myself after our last encounter. But as of now I came to deliver a warning. You tell your...hanyou...and prophetic boy...that I'm getting stronger by the day. My books of spells from various tribes I've encountered are slowly but surely making me invincible... you all do not stand a chance. And, once I have all of the pieces of La Corazon, I'll be unstoppable! MWAHAHA!"
"In the meantime you hide behind your lackies? Make them do your dirty work?" Phoebe asked, not noticing how Gerald cringed at the association of the lifeless girl before them being a "lacky" to La Sombra. The villain merely scoffed,
"Hey, go with what works. But alas, I must take my leave. I have much more energy to devour. Farewell." The wind picked up, swirling all around them.
"Oh no you DON'T!" Phoebe cried, about to lift her wind tunnel. Gearald pushed her hand down.
"No!" he said. Then he lifted his staff again. He tapped it on the ground twice; it expanded. He slapped one of his ofudas on it, said a quick prayer, and threw it forward, aiming it straight for La Sombra. It would've hit...had Timberly not deflected it as they disappeared.
"Damn it! Come back! TIMBERLY! TIMBERLY!" But in a nanosecond they were gone.
"Damn it!" He cursed again, punching the ground. Phoebe then shot him an angry look,
"GERALD! Why'd you stop me from opening my wind tunnel? We could've had him!" Phoebe cried. Gerald whipped around to face he, his own eyes were just as fierce. He spoke, his tone harsh,
"Look, we cannot afford any mistakes right now."
"Mistakes? MISTAKES? Oh, like how we just let La Sombra GET AWAY? You just didn't want any harm to come to that girl!"
"To her or to you! To either of you!"
"Oh, don't act like you're concerned for MY welfare Gerald! You don't know anything about me! My revenge on La Sombra is to restore my family honor! Not only did he steal a scared artifact that had been passed down throughout generations of my relatives, but he twisted it's power and used it for evil; placing a curse on us in the process! Every female from my grandmother's lineage now has this wretched thing! And THIS!" she held up her gloved hand with the acursed wind tunnel, "The very thing La Sombra used to bring us down, will be HIS downfall! And I won't let you or AYONE stop me!"
"A lot of good that did when you used it that Rat demon instead! That wasted your energy and you were in painii! Phoebe, you KNOW that thing drains your powers! Why did you-?"
"Because I wasn't going to waste time fighting small fry and give La Sombra the chance to escape! The sooner I beat that thing, the sooner I could get to La Sombra and defeat him! Which is more than I can say for you! All you seem to care about is a pretty face and it makes you so shallow Gerald! You didn't even bother attacking at full strength! And that girl, you let her walk all over you! Why did you even..."
"Because that girl was my SISTER!"
there was silence.
The only thing heard was wind whispering through the grass.
Phoebe didn't know what to say.
Gerald stood, his fists clenched.
"It was a long time ago. She's been...taken from me. I've been searching for her and when I saw her today...I thought I could get her back," he shook his head and closed his eyes tightly. Tears threatened to spill, he could feel it.
"G-gerald... I'm sorry I-I didn't know," Phoebe said softey.
"No one does. I don't like to talk about it," he said, looking down at the ground. Then he looked up, fixing Phoebe with a hard glare. "Listen to me, Phoebe. I've lost too much already," he walked up to her, grabbing the wrist of her gloved hand that was cursed. He held it firmly, holding it up between them as he spoke, "And I'm not going to risk losing you too, just because of this...this thing! Do you hear me? You mean too much to me," he said.
Phoebe's eyes widened in realization. He was serious right now. This hit him harder than she could ever understand. He pulled her into a tight hug. She stiffened and blushed.
"G-gerald?" He placed one hand to the back of her head gently, pressing her face into his shoulder. She knew then...he was scared.
"Gerald. What...what happened?" she whispered, knowing she was treading on dangerous territory. He was quiet...for what felt like a long time. Then she felt him bow his head to her shoulder and sigh.
A ten year old Gerald eagerly followed his father outside of the hut, ready to learn some new mantras and prayer spells for the day.
"Let's go Gerald! We don't wanna waste the day away!" his father said, waiting just outside the door.
"Coming da-AH!" he tripped and fell, bruising his nose before he could even reach the doorway. Groaning, he sat up and rubbed the appendage, which was now throbbing in a dull pain. Something had pulled him back and made him off balance, resulting in the fall. He growled and turned to face his sister; little six year old Timberly with several pigtails, a pink kimono and a white skirt. She was beaming from ear to ear.
"Geraald! Come play with me!"
"I can't now! Go ask mom" he stood to leave, but she gripped the end corners of his robe tightly.
"Mom's doing laundry! I'm bored! Play with me!" she persisted. He groaned, he would've passed her on to Jamie-O, but his older brother was off traveling on his on journey of some kind at the moment. So, he tried to resort to the next best option,
"I can't! What about the other village kids?"
"I played with them yesterday; now I wanna play with you!"
"I'm busy Timberly!" he walked towards the door, dragging her along the ground behind him. He sighed in agitation when she wouldn't release him, then turned to tug at his robe.
"Timberly! Let go!"
"Where are you going?" she asked. He paused, if he told her she'd want to follow.
"What are you gonna do?"
"I wanna go!"
"But you just said you were busy! That means you were about to go somewhere do something! I wanna come tooooo! You never let me come aloooong!" she whined. He couldn't take it anymore.
"DAAAADDD! Timbelyl's bothering me!"
"DAAAADD! Gerald won't play with me!" They're dad came over,
"Look you two-..."
"A DEMON! A DEMON! PROTECT THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN, THERE'S A DEMON COMING!" One of the villagers ran towards the huts, crying out loud. Various women doing laundry or picking herbs, men chopping wood or sharpening weapons, they began to panic. Everyone could hear the tell-tell screeching of demon birds approaching from the distance. Timberly and Gerald's dad grew serious.
"You two, get back inside the house. Your mother and I will handle this, with the rest of the adults. Gerald, no matter what happens, stay here and protect Timberly at all costs. Timberly, you STAY with your Brother"
"Y-yeah but...dad!" It was no use. The children were ushered back into the house and hidden under some straws of hay and reed mats that they had in the home. Gerald lay down with one arm around his sister; her head was down and eyes closed. She covered her ears with her hands...and as they stayed there...they heard the signs of a battle raging outside. At some points their roof had caved in around them; and walls were ripped to shreds. There was screaming and screeching; cries of terror and battle cries. There were also sounds of falling bodies. A stench of death slowly overtook their village; and they were frightened.
"It was chaotic. And...we were kids. Just kids. I was responsible for her. I tried to...shield her from the destruction. I didn't want her to see but...somehow she did. She saw it...all of it. And she saw..." he swallowed, she held him closer. He took a shuddering tough, voice cracking, "She saw...we saw a-a hoard of demons birds...they swooped down on them, our parents. When they took off again...when the field cleared...no one was left. And Tim...she blamed herself. Blamed me for not doing anything. She ran out into the field, thinking she saw wrong...that maybe they were just hiding somewhere. But they were gone. When she rushed onto the field WE were attacked. The scar on my back...it's from when I tried to protect her. A demon attacked me; she was frozen in shock...too scared, too silent. But somehow we did manage to get away. Afterwards she was...mute for weeks. Then one morning, I went to get breakfast for us. While I was gone, she just went off on her own and left. I couldn't find her. ...until today."
"...Oh Gerald..." Phoebe brought her arms up around him, her heart pounding as she held on to his robes tightly. "That's why you didn't want to let her go."
"La Sombra must have found her and brainwashed her in her moment of weakness. She's under his control now but...I'll do whatever I can to bring her back to me."
Phoebe suddenly felt guilty. As she replayed the recent events in her mind, she realized that she had acted too brashly...it had almost been detrimental. What was she thinking? She made herself weak when Gerald was occupied. They had been sitting ducks. And La Sombra, he was just toying with them.
"I'm sorry...I...don't know what came over me. Normally I'm more composed than this."
"I know your emotions run high Phoebe, especially when we're in battle. But you can't let them get the better of you. We didn't have Helga and Arnold here for backup." Gerald made sense, and Phoebe nodded in agreement. Gerald sighed,
"C'mon, we'd better get back to see if Helga and Arnold have returned."
They hadn't. In fact, it took another day and a half before any activity came from the Elk-caves. When Helga did come back with Arnold, she had one arm wrapped around his waist for support, even though he kept trying to walk on his own.
"Helga, I'm fine."
"Fine my foot! You're still recovering and I'm not going to let you use up more energy than you need too. So just shut up and let me help you, alright?"
Arnold rolled his eyes. His cold was gone and though he was still feeling a bit weak, he wasn't immobile. But Helga just didn't seem to understand that. When he looked up, he noticed Gerald and Phoebe approaching them. And...Phoebe was holding his hand? They looked serious. Arnold blinked,
"Did something happen while we were gone? Helga asked. Their friends looked at each other before Gerald stepped forward, releasing Phoebe's hand.
"La Sombra showed up." Helga nearly dropped Arnold right there.
"What? What happened? What did he do? What did he say? Did he mention La Corazon? Did you guys beat him?" Helga asked.
"Are you two alright? Are you injurred? Did he drain your energy? Are you still recovering?" Arnold added. They were talking over each other. Phoebe held up a hand to silence them.
"He merely said...he was getting stronger. That means we have to get stronger too. We also..." she looked to Gerald, "found out some things..."
"What things?" Helga cried. Gerald took a breath,
"He has my sister."
"Your sister?" Helga repeated.
"You have a sister?" Arnold asked.
"It's a long story...but he has some kind of control over her. Been using her to do his dirty work for who knows how long..." Gerald looked down to the side. Phoebe patted his shoulder and use her free hand to grip his own again, giving it a light squeeze.
"We have to do whatever we can to defeat him. He's wronged too many people, and we can't let this continue," she said coldly. Helga and Arnold nodded in agreement.
It was then they decided to take one more day to recover before setting out again to find La Sombra. He may have been getting more powerful, but so were they. No matter what, they would not let him win. This was their journey, their story, and they decided their fate. They were going to defeat him and right all the wrongs he had done.
No matter what.
Author's Note: So...yeah that's it! And this really IS the end this time. I don't have any plans to continue it further as I know it would become a very lengthy multichapter fic that i just don't have time for right now. But I wanted to give Gerald and Phoebe their own special chapter too, I felt they deserved it.
Anyway, I did the best I could, that's why it's a fanfic! So...I hope you enjoyed it! And if you were confused to research the anime Inuyasha, it'll help to explain a lot.
Reviews are welcome! Thanks!