Chapter Text
Universe 2003
The Daimyo was enjoying a peaceful afternoon when he got the first inclination something was wrong.
His son, Ue, was supposed to join him almost an hour ago for a planned mediation by a nearby creek. So far, the Daimyo had written it off as his son being young and forgetful, and that he would remember by this point. It was getting worrying as there was still no sign of Ue.
There was a crunch of leaves behind him and Daimyo felt himself relaxing as he turned towards who he thought was his tardy son. He straightened in surprise as a strangely purple woman wearing Earth’s style of professional clothing with a fur lined neck-line strutting towards him on high heels.
“Hello?” the Daimyo greeted her in confusion.
“Hello, dearie,” the strange purple woman giggled, waving at him. “Are the one in charge of the battle nexus here?”
“I am,” Daimyo nodded slowly, his mask hiding his confused expression. “How did you get in here?” It was a valid question as he was in his private residence and there were guards posted around to make sure no one would come in uninvited.
“I walked through the front door,” the woman waved her hand as she laughed.
“What about the guards?” the Daimyo furrowed his brow but it couldn’t be seen from behind his mask.
“Those were guards?” the woman huffed with a roll of her eyes. “I thought they were just annoyances.”
Those words made the Daimyo’s hackles raise. Whoever this woman was, she was not hiding the fact that she had gotten rid of the Daimyo’s personal guards that protected the estate.
“Here,” the woman clapped her hands with a smile. “I’ll show you what true guards look like.” With that, out of the shadows appeared strange gangly looking figures with oni masks. A different masked figure that the Daimyo identified as a warrior from how they carried themself stepped out from behind the woman.
“What do you want?” the Daimyo questioned, his hand reaching towards the war staff attached to his side sash.
“What I want is the very item you are reaching for right now,” the woman answered with a jerk of her chin. The Daimyo faltered as he pulled the staff into his hand, his danger level on this woman raising. “I would appreciate you handing it over without much of a fuss.”
“And why would I give you my war staff?” the Daimyo scoffed, clutching the war staff tighter in one hand.
“Because if you don’t then I will have to take drastic actions,” the woman giggled again. With a wave of her hand, the masked warrior pulled something out from behind them and the Daimyo felt himself pale.
“Dad!” Ue called for his father, reaching out towards him but ultimately pulled roughly back towards the warrior.
“If you want your son to stay safe, I suggest you hand over that war staff of yours,” the woman smirked.
“How dare you?” The Daimyo hissed. He bent down a bit, ready to attack.
“Ah, ah, ah,” the woman tutted, waving a finger at him. With a snap of her fingers, the masked warrior holding his son flexed their hand to produce sharp claws aimed at Ue’s throat. His son whimpered as they pricked at him, red blood coming to the surface. “I wouldn’t dare thinking of attacking me while I have your cutie patootie as assurance.”
Daimyo growled lowly, his hands twitching on his war staff in halted preparedness of attack. “You vile woman.”
“I’ve heard worse,” the woman shrugged with a giggle. “I am not heartless though. How about you hand over the staff and I give the boy back.”
“How do I know you won’t go back on your word?” Daimyo demanded.
“You won’t,” the woman smiled slyly. “But it’s the best bet you have right now.”
Daimyo adjusted his grip on the staff, weighing his options. The fearful tears in Ue’s eyes as he tried to stay strong made his heart pang and was enough to make up his mind. Standing up straight, the Daimyo threw the staff at the woman. One of her shadow warrior stepped in front and grabbed it out of the air before it could hit. It turned with a bow, presenting the war staff with both hands to the woman.
The smile on the woman’s face grew larger as she picked it up, admiring it. “I really do love when things go my way.”
“You have the staff. Give me my son back,” Daimyo demanded.
“Of course,” the woman said. She nodded at the masked warrior. The warrior turned towards the Daimyo and released Ue, pushing him forward to stumble to his father. Daimyo kneeled down and swooped Ue up in his arms, holding him close.
“And to make sure you have no way of controlling this again,” the woman smirked, reaching in her pocket to pull something out. It looked like a spider but had a purple gem where the abdomen would be. She dropped the spider on the top of the staff, the arachnid crawling to stop on the intersection of the T-shaped staff. Wrapping its legs around the intersection, the spider turned to stone with the gem flashing brightly. Line of bright purple energy ran down the sides of the war staff, it pulsing dangerously with energy.
“Just who are you?” The Daimyo spit out between gritted teeth. His nails were biting into the meaty part of his palms from how hard he was clenching his fists in anger.
The strange purple woman smiled evilly before answering.
“The name is Big Mama.”