Walking With TITANS by Scooby9049

Prologue Part One: Meet the TITANS

"Most powerful is he who has himself in his own power." Seneca; Roman dramatist, philosopher, & politician (5BC-65 AD)

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~Walking With TITANS ~

By Rockrgrl9049

Location: TITANS Training Arena

Time: 1600 hours

The 'Taiyouki' stood at the edge of the arena watching his squadron run through their daily drills, subconsciously recording which training exercises needed to be honed for each individual. This scenario had become so frequent that he allowed his mind to wander a bit; a luxury he usually did not allow himself, it was, after all superfluous and unnecessary. The thought that seemed to surface most persistently was the memory of how he came to be the 'Taiyouki' of the Moon Squadron of the TITANS, it was not exactly an easily obtained position, in fact it was among the most prestigious in the 'Black Ops' division of the military. It had all the benefits of power, but next to none of the downfalls: no press, no falsified conspiracies formed by story-eager authors...yes, technically not existing had its perks. Said figure smirked inwardly, remembering the day he had come to power. . .

"Agent 117 vs. Agent 118; final match for mission Leader position. Winner becomes Leader and Taiyouki of the Moon Squadron, loser becomes Co-Leader and Taiyouki of the Sun Squadron; weapons, martial arts, etc. anything goes. . .FIGHT!," a disembodied voice boomed through the arena, signaling the beginning of the spar.

One man, with long black hair pulled into a high ponytail, and startlingly blue eyes, flashed a cocky grin and sped with inhuman speed to the opposite end of the arena toward a still figure. The unmoving figure, another male, this time with moon blue hair and molten amber eyes, seemed unperturbed by the large mass hurtling head-long for his person, in fact, he seemed to show no facial expression at all. The dark haired man, having come within four feet of his opponent extended his leg and spun his body in a round-house kick directed for the unmoving man's torso. For a moment, it seemed as though he had landed the blow, but at the last possible second the golden eyed man dodged left, bringing up his right hand and grasping the offending ankle in a vise-like grip in response. Before his attacker could react, the defendant swung his opponent in a full circle above his head and flung him into the wall at the far end of the sparring ground. Upon impact, the dark haired man sprung back to his feet, shaking himself in a very canine-like gesture and bounded again for the amber-eyed man; acting as though nothing at all had transpired, as though he had not just 'bounced' back from a blow that could have easily killed a full grown human. Again nearing the platinum blonde individual, the cerulean eyed man launched himself into the air and swiped his abnormally long nails at his victim. And again the emotionless man allowed his opponent to nearly drive the strike home only to move at the last moment, and unsheathe a short-sword from its place at his hip. The dark haired man unhaltingly pulled two daggers from their concealed location in his wrist guards and proceeded to charge once again. He executed a complex series of swipes and thrusts, only to have each of them deflected effortlessly by his calm opponent. Finally tiring of the defensive, the golden eyed man swung his blade in a deadly arc aimed directly for the dark haired male's heart, only to be parried by the man's dagger. Seemingly unperturbed, he initiated a deft jabbing motion, then switched his sword hands while his opponent was reeling, and knocked the victim's feet from beneath him, sending him crashing to the floor. Ceasing the opportunity, the assailant knelt and held the blade above the pinned man's throat in 'kill position'.

"Agent 117 wins!"

Murmurs of 'Kouga lost!' and 'I can't believe he lasted that long against Him . . .' drifted about the crowd congregating along the side-lines.

With a short, bark-like laugh, the loser stood, brushing himself off, and extended a large hand, complete with razor-sharp claws, and begrudgingly told his opponent, "Can't win 'em all, ne?"

To which the much taller man replied, "Indeed," and ignored the hand before him.

Grumbling, the loser turned, swishing his wolf-like tail in his wake, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Well there you have it folks, Kouga, Agent 118, is the official Co-Leader and 'Taiyouki' of the Sun Squadron! And your new Leader and 'Taiyouki' of the prestigious Moon Squadron is...

"Leader?"

The 'Taiyouki' was pulled from his thoughts as one of his men addressed him; he gave a nearly non-existent nod to signify his permission to speak.

"Moon Squadron has completed their drills, permission to depart?"

Again the Leader nodded, this time to acquiesce the man's request (AU: gotta love the PotC!). He watched as the elite soldiers exited the training grounds en route for either the showers or their quarters. It was then he felt the watch on his wrist vibrate, and rotating the face to his line of vision, he saw the message '911'. . .that could only mean one thing . . .a high-class security mission from HQ.