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Rebel (Fake Type Rebellion unnoficial fanfic) (chapter 3 added)

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This is a fake type rebellion fanfic, I believe it to be quite good, enjoy.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 1]

A full moon in the sky loomed over a small town otherwise only illuminated by several streetlamps. A shifting wind, signaling a coming shift in the order of the world, blew across the street. A street devoid of movement, and scarce on life held, under a single broken street lamp, a person in a dark blue cloak who was looking up at the sky.

 

The cloaked person closed his eyes. “Must I really do this?”

 

He sighed and continued down the road, toward his destination. A few minutes later, he stood at the gates of a cemetery. He walked inside, ignoring the putrid smell and unpleasant sights. He walked to the very center of the cemetery and stopped right in front of a large gravestone. He pulled out a small pendant and placed it on the dirt in front of the gravestone, and then took of his hood to reveal his dark blue hair and light blue eyes.

 

The cloaked person kneeled down. “It is time for you to arise from your eternal slumber, and once again rid this world of your mortal enemy.”

 

A hand covered in white fur rose out of the ground. Its fingers curled around the pendant, making it glow. The dirt shifted as the arm the hand was attached to shot out of the dirt, still gripping the pendant. Out of the ground came a man with a ragged shirt and ripped jeans. The fur that surrounded his body was covered in dirt. There were dog ears on his head. He stood up and shook off some dirt, and then raised his head and howled at the moon.

 

The cloaked person rose from his kneeling position and looked at the man-beast that now stood a foot taller than him. “So, how was death? There’s a mission for you to do. Your mortal enemy has risen again, and it’s your job to stop her.”

 

The man-beast looked down at the cloaked person. “That girl… it’s been ages since my battle with her.”

 

The cloaked person chuckled. “It’s been four thousand years, to be precise. It’s been exactly four thousand years since you had a battle with her that nearly destroyed half the world. You managed to seal her, and she managed to put you underground, not dead, but under a spell.”

 

The man-beast growled. “You have too much knowledge human, who are you?”

 

The cloaked person shook his head. “My knowledge comes from the information bestowed upon me. History itself is but a mere inch away from me. I can assure you, I’m not quite human, though I may smell like one. As for my name, you can call me… Milk-chan.”

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 2]

 

 

Milk-chan and the man-beast were sitting across from each other in a dimly-lit room with no windows that only had a single table as furniture. Milk-chan still had his cloak on. Milk-chan slid a photo across the table.

 

The man-beast looked at the photo of the blond-haired girl wearing a pink robe and chuckled. “She hasn’t aged a single day since our battle.”

 

Milk-chan shook his head. “As you can see, she has grown in power tremendously in your absence. While you did seal her in ice, it didn’t prevent her from gaining strength during that time. While you, Timothy, were sealed under a spell that prevented your strength from growing, she kept on getting stronger.”

 

The man-beast growled. “Call me Major Tim. Anyway, even if the little vampire did get a little stronger, I’ll still beat her like I did last time.”

 

“Is that so? Because I was certain that the battle ended in a tie…” stated Milk-chan.

 

Major Tim growled and stood up. “Alright, so first who do we have to find?”

 

Milk-chan stood up and took out another photo and held it up. “First we find this guy.”

 

The photo was of a teenage boy with golden hair. His golden eyes shone as his pale yellow robe covered his whole body except for his head. Milk-chan put the picture back inside his cloak and begun walking out the door. Major Tim turned to follow. They both stepped out on the pavement, their shadows elongated by the sun on the horizon.

 

“So, where is he?” asked Major Tim.

 

Milk-chan pulled out a map and put his finger on a place called ‘Thunder Ridge’. “This is where he is. It should take us a few hours by car to get there.”

 

Major Tim chuckled. “Well then, we can get there in a few minutes if we run. Hop on.”

 

Milk nodded and climbed on Major Tim’s back. Major Tim grinned and began sprinting toward Thunder Ridge. A few minutes later, they approached a ridge filled with yellow flowers. The flowers shook together in the wind, creating the impression that lightning was streaming down the ridge. Milk-chan looked up at the lone shack on the peak of the ridge. Major Tim began walking toward the ridge, but Milk-chan stopped him.

 

“Look over there.” Milk-chan said as he pointed to the thin wire tied between some of the flowers. “If you had stepped through that wire, you’d be electrocuted.”

 

Major Tim chuckled. “You think a few thousand volts can do me any real harm?”

 

Milk-chan picked up a rock and tossed it at the wire. The rock froze in midair for one second, and then evaporated.

 

“No, a few thousand volts may not do anything, but a few hundred thousand would probably be enough to put you back underground.”

 

Milk picked up another rock and tossed it at the shack. It hit the shack, but nothing else happened. A few moments later, a young girl with long golden hair wearing a yellow nightgown stepped out.

 

“What is it you want?” the girl called out.

 

“We’re just looking for someone who lives here. We’ll be happy to talk, but how about disabling the trap first?” asked Milk-chan.

 

The girl eyed Milk-chan suspiciously, but pulled a small lever near the door. She motioned for the two of them to come inside. Milk-chan nodded and headed toward the shack. Major Tim followed him. When Milk-chan stepped inside, he first noticed the fact that the girl seemed to be alone in the shack, except for a sleeping teenager in the corner, wearing a loose white shirt and blue shorts.

 

Milk-chan pointed to the sleeping teenager. “That’s him. That’s the guy we want to talk to.”

 

The girl walked over to the teenager and nudged his shoulder. “Brother, wake up. There are some people here that want to talk to you.”

 

The teenager opened his eyes lazily. “What is it, Sis? I was having such a nice dream here. Who could possibly want to talk to me?”

 

He finally noticed Milk-chan and Major Tim standing inside the shack. “Hey, who are you two? What do you want?”

 

Milk-chan smiled. “What we want is simple. We want you to join us. We have need of your abilities, Pikachu.”

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 3]

Chapter 3 - Little Vampire

 

 

Pikachu stood up. “You’re not from the government, are you? I already told you I won’t join you…”

 

Milk-chan shook his head. “Of course not, we’re just two people who are looking to get rid of a certain vampire queen of ages past.”

 

Pikachu looked at his sister, and then back at Milk-chan. “You’re not going to accept no for an answer, are you?”

 

“Probably not, unless, that is, you can beat us. I’m curious as to how strong you really are. So, how about we have a little match? If you win, we stop bothering you, and leave, but if we beat you, you lend us a hand, deal?”

 

“I may be able to beat both of you together, but I’d prefer if this was one on one…” said Pikachu.

 

“Oh, of course. You’ll be facing me in a one on one match. First to give up or get knocked out loses. How does that sound?” Milk-chan asked.

 

Pikachu nodded and followed Milk-chan and Major Tim out the door. His sister trailed after her brother, wanting to watch the fight. Milk took his position a few yards from Pikachu, and both of them stood ready to fight. Pikachu raised his arm, which was surrounded by lightning. Milk was about to open his cloak, when the ground between the two of them exploded. As the smoke began to clear, they looked up to see a teenage girl, looking to be around eighteen, hovering above them. Her blonde hair waved in the wind, along with her pink silk robe. Her light blue eyes were as piercing as the voice in which she spoke.

 

“It’s been far too long, Timmy.” she said, smiling.

 

Major Tim’s lips curved into a snarl as he saw who the girl was. “It hasn’t been nearly long enough, little vampire.”

 

Milk-chan chuckled. “Well, well, it seems the vampire queen, Dark Magician Girl, decided to pay us a personal visit…”

 

 

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Cool, the return of the ancient apocalypse battle thing.

 

And the best part is I will be in this since I'm in both clubs!

 

Score!

 

I hope I get be interesting, if I'm a bland minor character I will sic Pidgeon Devil Man on you.

 

Plus if you need ideas, I'm you man, I have one idea for Kotaro but I'd need his permission.

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well get his permission and tell me the idea XD

 

Anyway, you're basically like milk, except less wicked (in the fanfic).... but I'll probably find a good role for you.

This is an excellent opener.

Wait...Why is this opening more epic than ours? (Jk).

 

I thought that too XD

 

I've just gotten better throughout XD

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Beware my stuff, all of it is haunted by some demon or minor deity.

 

All of it.

 

Plus never act like you know anything more than anyone else, people like Zero and Deus would be eaten alive.

Lar and Zex dont like arrogance unless it's in a obviosly BSing tone so it's a clear joke.

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