Bibi Snaps - Desecration Arc

"Yes Hiroshi, your power is now truly immense."

"We need more."

"Come to us, Hiroshi."

Hiroshi shook his head from side to side, as if he was frantically trying to get a bird out of his hair. Those voices were back. They were silent for so long. Why come back now? What did they want?

Hiroshi floated down towards Number One, who was loosing manna at an alarming pace. He coughed, a black liquid coming from his mouth, thick like oil. He wiped his mouth and looked at the substance that had come from his mouth, then looked back at Hiroshi.

"You...really are something," Number One gagged, coughing up more of the black liquid. "Master Anwir really has underestimated you."

Number One shifted his body away from Hiroshi, and began making a blade out of darkness. His plan was to make Hiroshi come closer, then slit his throat.

"Go ahead and make that blade. Won't do you much good," Hiroshi stated boldly, walking closer to his clone and kicking him in the ribcage, sending him into the wall. The clone coughed and spluttered from the rubble and dust that now began forming around him. It was no use. Hiroshi could sense the very last shred of his manna. 

No surprise attack would be possible. Hiroshi was the very clear winner. 

Number One laughed, slumping against the broken wall, accepting his defeat. He put him hand on his stomach and looked at Hiroshi dead in the eyes.

"You win. You should be proud. But if you think you are getting any information out of me, you are so, so wrong. I do not feel pain, Hiroshi. I just get battered and bruised, and my systems shut down, but never do I feel pain. You could unscrew every last bolt in my body, and I wouldn't tell you a single thing," Number One monologued on and on, and he was beginning to get on Hiroshi's nerves.

"He had your face, but he used the manna differently. He used the hands the way I used to use them. Something tells me that this man was built with my power, not yours. If there is more, like he hinted at, we could be in a lot of trouble, Hiroshi," Kuro-Yami made his accessions clear to Hiroshi, who nodded to himself in agreement.

Number One was right. There was nothing he could do. The only course of action was to just put him out of his misery. With a sad sigh, Hiroshi lifted his fist, and Number One closed his eyes, preparing for the inevitable.

It never came.

Hiroshi felt his body shatter into a million pieces by a huge explosion. His wings shrunk by at least fifty percent, and he flew across the arena, eating the concrete. He managed to land on his feet, digging his hands and knees into the ground. 

"What the hell was that attack? I couldn't even sense any manna!" Hiroshi yelled out, looking at the direction of where he was standing a moment ago. His eyes bulged open in shock. Was that another clone? It had to be.

Bibi would never hit him like that.

She had used her knew teleportation gloves to zap right beside Hiroshi, hitting him out of the way before he could get the kill.

"You are going to be too slow, Hiroshi. This unliving piece of shit is going to die before he says anything," Bibi panted, hatred burning in her eyes. She turned away from Hiroshi, and faced his clone instead. "You...," she growled, her voice portraying the deepest pits of anger.

"Oh...hahahahah!" The clone laughed hysterically, as if he had heard a funny joke. "Hahahaha!" The clone's laugh was forced, and not at all natural.

"What's so funny, tin can?" Bibi asked, advancing slowly upon him, her fists gripping tensely.

"It's you! It has to be! His worse creation! Bibi! You look so much like Master Anwir!"

"Shut up!" Bibi yelled out, kicking the clone's face in. The mechanisms in his face sparked and blew out in some places, and his nose fell down to the ground. His voice began robotic in nature, his shell now being torn away. "My father is dead! How dare you speak about him in that way! I loved my father! Still do!"

"But did he really love you? I mean, faking your own death to get away from your failure of a daughter? That's pretty messed up," Number One said in a humorous tone. "I feel great pit for you."

Bibi could not hold back her rage anymore. She walked up to Number One, grabbed both of his arms, and ripped them clean off, the black liquid spewing out of his arms like a fountain. Number One laughed manically in her face.

"I can't feel pain! You're wasting your time! You fool!"

Bibi screamed in anger, her blood boiling. She put her hand up to Number One's face, about to blow him to hell.

Until Hiroshi stepped in.

"Very fast to not only hit me, but killing a guy that looks like me so quickly? A bit rash, don't you think?" Hiroshi said, furious that Bibi would do that to him. 

"Get out of my way Hiroshi. This isn't your business."

"My friends business is my business."

Bibi couldn't keep her patience. His pointed her open palm at Hiroshi, the explosive power in her knuckles and palm charging up, a bright red and orange light glowing. Her new explosive gauntlets were now fully covering her hands, rather than just wires from her knuckles into her hands. They were made of pure silver, and they glistened against the sun. 

"Don't make me do this Hiroshi."

"You wouldn't dare, Bibi. You know how that fight ends."

"How does it end then, Hiroshi? Seem cocky enough with your new power ups," Bibi chortled humourously. Hiroshi clenched his fists in anger, before unleashing a huge wave of manna. Bibi froze, paralyzed from fear. She sunk to her knees. 

Even after all that training, why was she still so weak? So far behind?

"It ends with you eating the concrete as a cold corpse. Stand. Down. Now." Hiroshi hissed.

Tomokazu grasped his own fists, and jumped down in front of Hiroshi.

"Hey, treat my girlfriend with respect!"

"She just blew me away for her own selfish desires. She tore the robot's arms off and smashed his face in, even though it looked like me," Hiroshi stated the facts coldly.

"Because she knew it wasn't you!" Tomokazu pleaded with Hiroshi.

"Would you be saying that if it looked like you. How would you feel, seeing a man that looks exactly like you, get beaten to the verge of whatever death is...right in front of you?" Hiroshi whispered, edging his face closer to Tomokazu, who stood back a step.

"We are done here. Bibi. Take him with us back to your lab. See if you can access his memory. Anything that can help us." Hiroshi kneeled in front of her, putting a supportive hand on her shoulder. "Please?"

Bibi nodded. She was disgusted at her own outburst. How could she? In her mind, she deserved the worst death in the world.

Number One was enjoying himself too much.

"It should have been you...not...Aiai..."

Hiroshi looked at him incredously.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Bibi looked away. Her secret was about to be revealed.

"Oh, she didnt tell you?" Number One laughed robotically. 

"Bibi had a sister."