fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2008, Saturday Afternoon (Part II)

After the last diploma had been handed out, the graduates were sent back to their seats, and Principal Washburn returned to the podium, to give her final speech and end the ceremony.

It was then that the rumbling started.

Odds were, if you asked the average citizen of Fandom to describe the town, they would tell you about the school, and the shops, and the beach and preserve, and all the areas of the island that existed above ground. But what they wouldn't describe was the island's biggest secret - beneath the ground, hidden from all of the town's inhabitants, was a city of ancient machines, designed to keep Fandom connected to every dimension it has ever touched, allowing people to continue to come from all over to live and grow on the island.

Although the existence of the underground city has always been hidden from Fandom's citizens - a safety measure, to ensure that none of Fandom's more power-hungry students or teachers try to use the machines for harmful purposes - it has not been a secret to everyone. During the night, fae and faeries of all sizes and power had come to make their way underground, and seize control of Fandom's machines, determined to have the unparalleled dimensional access for themselves. Although they were followed, the Wild Hunt had never caught its prey, and while the people of the town were occupied with graduation, the faeries struck, beginning to activate the machines.

But what the faeries didn't realize was that not all of the machines controlled access to dimensions. One machine in particular, one of the first to be activated, controlled the access to the city from above ground. As the machine chugged along, a section of the island lowered a few feet underground, allowing access to the city, the machines, and the faeries.

Of course, it just so happened that this section of land was where the platforms had been laid before graduation, and where the graduates had all been seated. As the platforms sank, a clear bubble covered the area where they'd been, allowing the audience to watch, but preventing them from being able to interfere or help. It was up to the graduates to defend themselves, and get rid of the fae.

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Ninja were known for their speed and reflexes, and Kabuto was no exception to the stereotype. The fae's voice sparked him into motion, and he dropped and rolled aside, using the chairs as a shield against the violet wave.

"Good color," Kabuto commented, kicking one of the chairs in the fae's direction.

"I'm glad you think so," she sang, her lite form dancing aside and away from any incoming-- obstacles. "It'll carry you yet!"

The same purple hue wrapped itself around her wrist and she lept at Kabuto. Her arm swung at him as she moved, aiming to kill.

Kabuto was glad he'd worn his medical ninja uniform under the graduation gown. Pulling an innocent-seeming slip of paper out of one pocket, he charged it with chakra and threw it at the fae. A second later, it detonated.

Painful heat and sharp-- her nerves screamed, and so did the fae, swatting her arms uselessly through the ensuing smoke. "You have tricks," she bellowed appreciatively, searching.

Her hair glowed a heavy blue as inhuman words spilled out of her mouth.

"Ninja," Kabuto explained shortly. The smoke made for excellent cover, allowing him to move around the fae, more behind her. "Nehan shouja no jutsu!"

White feathers scattered around them, accompanied by a strong urge to sleep.

"Very nice tricks!"

She laughed: her eyelids felt heavy, but magic sparked through her spine and even as she-- yawned--, it exploded from her, ripples upon ripples meant to knock him down to the ground. "But you are not the only one! Fae!"

Kabuto hadn't anticipated that sort of retaliation, knocked off his feet by the shockwave. He was up just moments later, hands glowing brightly as he ran toward his opponent, intent on a physical strike.

Purple wrapped around her arm again; she brought it up to counter-block, weariness still tugging uselessly on her consciousness. "Try harder!"

Kabuto smirked. "I don't need to." Both hands afire with chakra, he attacked with a flurry of quick blows. "You aren't worth the effort." A punch to the gut, followed by a spinning backhand strike to the head.

Lightening-quick and that hand was getting nowhere near her stomach and then her head was soaring forwards and she was crying out with pain. "Nrrrgh, little human-ninja," she snapped, lashing out at whatever part of him she could reach.

The ninja in question flat-out laughed. It had been far too long since he'd been able to fight without bothering to hold back. "For all your talk of little humans, one would think you would fight better." He spared the time for a shrug. "I suppose that I should not allow myself to overestimate like that."

Kabuto danced backward, pulling out one of his scrolls and unfurling it quickly. A gesture to unlock it, and he was armed with several small lances of surgical steel. They weren't kunai, but scalpels had just as much destructive power when thrown...as these were.

With a hiss, she bared teeth, and whatever sophisticated air she'd thrown up dissipated. Her throat twisted with an unearthly cry and both her arms shot out, tossing magic bolts like the rain.

In the presence of those lances, though, they lessened in power, draining down to a drizzle.

Kabuto hissed between his teeth at the residual magic that connected, feeling like burning wherever it hit. Three scalpels in his hand, held between his fingers, Kabuto snapped his wrist to let them fly toward his opponent. Small and aerodynamic, they made good throwing tools.

A quick shift sideways and one went soaring past, two went flying over, three went--

The fae stared down at the scalpel that rested squarely in her chest. "What--?"

And then she fell apart, every atom turning to nothing but twigs and compost.

Kabuto smirked down at the remains of the fae, retrieving the scalpel from the pile. "Medical ninja," he explained in response to her question, before moving away to go find the rest of his tools.

Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2008, Saturday Afternoon (Part II)

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