Legend

Legend

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or Tenchi Muyo. This will be a crossover between the two, but will be completely different for multiple reasons…for the most part.

Summary: A demon, a crazy alien prince, and a rich billionaire collide into Smallville’s boring life. MM, LANG, OC, XOVER.

Prologue

The legend of the Kawatche caves all began a thousand years ago. It had been a dark night over what is now called Smallville, Kansas. Not a single star had been shining in that black sky.

It all happened with a great explosion and a terrible quaking of the earth. A great and terrible demon fell from the sky in a rain of fire, destroying all in its path. It was bloodthirsty and it knew no fear. The power that it wielded could strike down a hundred men with one wave of its deadly talons.

When all began to lose hope, a great and powerful God descended from the sky in a halo of golden light. He wielded a magical crystal shard and fought the terrible Beast.

The Great Battle went on for days, weeks, and even months. Not one showing any sign of slowing down.

The Beast was terrible and his awesome power was great, but the God finally struck him down in the end. The God drove his crystal shard through the chest of the Beast, letting out a mighty cry.

The Beast screamed in agony, cursing the God as he was pinned to the earth. Some even whisper that the Beast cried tears of liquid flame.

The God fell to his knees and cradled the fallen Beast in his mighty arms like one would a brother, some would even say, lover.

With powerful magic’s and words unknown to mortal men, the God sealed the Beast away for all time within the vast depths of the Kawatche Cave.

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Clark Kent was fifteen years old and bored out of his damn mind. His Grandpa, Joe, had found him sneaking around the gated entrance to the Kawatche cave again. That crazy old man had chased him away with a tobacco stick, threatening to kick his ass.

He had not been afraid, mind you, because he was a special boy. His mom always said so.

He did not understand why he was so different from everybody else. He could lift a tractor over his head, could run to the other side of town in ten seconds, and has never been sick in his life.

All the kids at school thought that he was weird. He never played any sports and was not allowed to participate in PE. His parents were afraid that he might mess up and reveal his secrets.

He was picked on for being tall and awkward. He only had two friends. One was a dirt bike fanatic, and the other was a nosy reporter for the school paper.

Yep, his life sucked deep fried bull balls.

He has grown up all his life with this stupid legend. Was the demon real? Is it really in the cave? He really wanted to know.

“Promise me, Clark,” his Grandpa had ordered him, “Never ever under any circumstances whatsoever are you allowed to enter the Kawatche caves”

“But why,” he would always ask, and have a tobacco stick promptly broken over his head.

“You know why,” Joe would yell, “That cave is not safe!”

“But, I’m special, Grandpa,” he would say.

“Shut your head,” Joe would snarl, “Do as I say, Clark, or the repercussions will be dire.”

“How so,” he asked.

Joe picked up another tobacco stick and Clark swore his eyes had glowed red.

“I’ll take this here stick and ram it where the sun don’t shine, boy.”

Clark snickered. His Grandpa was a loon. Did he really believe in that silly legend?

He was going into that damn cave. But how was he going to keep from getting caught. That old man always seemed to know when he was sticking a toe across the line.

That was when he got an idea. He had never tried going it at night. It would be a cinch to bend those bars, and then bend them back into place.

“Clark,” his dad roared up the stairs, “Them cows aren’t going to feed themselves!”

“Dinner in ten,” his mom yelled.

He put down his sketchpad and raced from the room in a yellow blur.

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The moon was full and he could hear the coyotes singing in the distance. It was so bright out he didn’t even need his flashlight. But that would be a whole different story once he reached the caves.

It had been so easy sneaking out of the house. His Grandpa had been passed out in his room, watching a rerun of, I Love Lucy. That was such a trip.

His parents had been snoring, and he simply went for it. He looked at the No Entry sign on the bars. The place had been sealed off with that gate for as long as he could remember.

“Now,” he said, crouching down, looking all around, “I’m going in.”

He bent the bars, looking this way and that. He squeezed his way through them, turned around, and bent them back into place. He was in!

Now he needed his flashlight. It was so dark he couldn’t see a damn thing.

He suddenly started picturing razor sharp talons springing out of the blackness dripping with crimson blood. It made him cringe. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.

Don’t be stupid! Demons are not real!

What was that sound? Oh! That would be the sound of water dripping into a pool. Maybe he would discover an underground lake or something. That would be totally cool. It might even have all kinds of things that glowed in the dark.

He walked around for what felt like forever. This cave system must be huge. He saw a strange glowing light up ahead and gulped.

Could that be the demon?

Get a grip, Kent.

He stepped into a massive room that seemed to glow with a cold blue light. It was pretty in a way, and his eyes widened.

There was a rock in the middle with a sword in it.

Where you at, Merlin?

He looked around. This was crazy. Was the legend actually real? Here’s the freaking sword. But, where’s the evil demon?

He walked over to the rock and touched the hilt of the legendary blade. It suddenly began to glow with the same cold blue light that seemed to permeate the walls of the cavern.

A hum echoed and Clark took a step back. That was just creepy. So, he did it again. The same hum went off.

He gripped the hilt of the sword and pulled. He lifted sword and rock over his head.

He rolled his eyes. This so did not happen to Arthur. So, he busted the sword free.

The sword was very pretty. It looked almost exactly how Grandpa had described it in the story. It looked just like a crystal shard. The hilt was made out of some weird shiny silver metal, and the blade was a wicked blue crystal.

He swung it around a few times and smiled. This was cool.

The hum suddenly went off again, and the ground, along with the walls vibrated with it. He took a step back only to trip, falling flat on his ass.

“Ouch,” he grumbled, getting back to his feet.

He picked the sword back up and gawked. There was an opening in the chamber wall that had not been there earlier.

His brain screamed for him to run away, but his feet carried him over to the opening that led to another Chamber.

Inside were glowing blue crystals all over the place and a pool of water in the center. The pool of water looked to be about three meters in diameter. It was no telling now deep it was.

This was so cool.

He walked over to the pool of water the glowed blue and looked down. His green eyes suddenly widened in horror.

“Demon,” he screamed, leaping back in terror.

There was what appeared to be a mummified corpse floating in the water. The skin was all gray, wrinkled, and dry looking. Long flowing sliver white hair streamed around that horrid face.

He shook his head.

Get a hold of yourself, Kent. It’s only a dead body.

That only scared him more. His knees started to shake. This was too damn freaky. He wanted to take a closer look.

His Grandpa had told him to never come here. Was this the reason? Was his Grandpa a murderer? Had he killed this man?

Or, was this really the demon from legend?

He knelt down beside the pool to take a closer look. The body did look to be human.

“Some great and powerful demon,” he muttered under his breath, getting back to his feet, “You are ugly.”

Glowing blue eyes snapped open, and a clammy, wrinkled hand gripped his ankle.

He dropped the sword, flashlight, and screamed like a little girl. It didn’t fucking matter if he fucking screamed. You’d fucking scream to if a fucking corpse suddenly came to life and grabbed your fucking ankle.

The demon sat up with ice cold water rolling of its sagging gray flesh. Those angry blue eyes burned like molten stars.

Clark broke free and stumbled back to land on his ass.

The demon moaned, reaching for the blade, only to roar in rage as the sword burned its flesh.

“Ah,” Clark smiled, suddenly feeling brave, “You can’t touch this, huh?”

Glowing blue lights suddenly fluttered all around the demon, and Clark took several steps back, flashlight completely forgotten.

“Jor-El,” the demon’s deep voice rasped in rage.

Clark took off in a blur. He ran out of that room, punching the walls. Rocks fell and blocked the opening. The demon bellowed in fury.

“Jor-El,” it screamed like lightning before it split a tree in two.

He took off running so fast through the dark, he ran right through the gate. He tumbled and rolled with it, metal twisting all around him.

Shit! How the hell am I going to fix this?

He ripped his way free, running to the opening. The demon was screaming its ugly head off.

I have no choice.

He caused a landslide to block the entrance.

He backed away and listened with all his might. There was not a single sound to be heard.

Had he imagined the whole thing?

Yeah! He was home asleep in his bed.

That happy idea would have worked had he not looked down to see the crystal sword that did not look like a sword at all. It looked more like a dagger, only a little bigger. He looked back at the massive rocks blocking the entrance.

He waited twenty minutes to see if the demon would blast its way free. It never came. All was quiet. He so had imagined the whole thing. Demons did not exist.

Who the hell was Jor-El? See! It was all just a dream that made no sense whatsoever.

He picked up the sword and ran home. He had school to wake up to tomorrow. It was just another day in Hell for Clark Kent.

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Chloe Sullivan walked into the Torch to see that Clark was fast asleep at his computer. His head was down and she saw the endless lines of “Z” going down the page. That was simply too cute.

He had fallen asleep during chemistry while mixing chemicals and nearly set poor Pete’s head on fire. The math teacher had asked him to solve the problem and he had stumbled to his feet shouting demon at the top of his lungs. Mrs. Kathy was talking about French History and Clark had tumbled out of his seat to land in the floor snoring like a freight train. She had never laughed so hard in all her life.

She had also noticed how Lana Lang had been unable to take her olive green eyes off the loopy farmboy all day. It was the oddest thing. She noticed that Whitney Fordman had noticed it as well. He had not looked happy at all.

“Clark,” she said, rubbing his shoulder, “You’re going to be late for English.”

He moaned, “Five more minutes.”

She chuckled, “Come on, Spaceman.”

He opened his eyes and stretched. He was so tired. Why couldn’t he sleep? Why can’t people just leave him alone?

“Hi,” he yawned, “Is Pete still mad at me?”

“Oh, hell yes,” she laughed, sitting down at her desk.

His face fell.

“He’ll get over it,” she smiled brightly, “How are you?”

“Tired,” he said, suddenly remembering that he had a sword in his locker. Why the hell did he bring it to school? Did he have the lock on?

“What’s wrong,” she asked, seeing the worry all over his face.

“Class,” he said, jumping up, “Got to go.”

She watched him race from the room.

“Clark,” she yelled after him, “Your backpack!”

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He found the sword safe and sound in his locker, and quickly put it in his backpack. It was actually small enough to fit. All he needed now was to be expelled for having a supernatural weapon on school grounds.

The bell suddenly rang. He was late for Class.

Screw it! I need sleep!

He made his way into the empty gym where the pool was. It was always unused at the end of the day. This would be the perfect place to take a nap until the bell rings.

He made his way all the way to the top and lied down, making sure he was resting in a way that no one could see him from below. He did not want to be caught skipping class. His parents would kill him.

The sound of the pool water, and the shimmering lights lulled him off to sleep. It was so nice and warm in here.

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He woke up to the sound of a silver bell ringing in his ear. Where was it coming from?

He sat up to see that it was dark, but the pool lights were on. The water shimmered on the bleachers all around him. How long had he been out?

He looked at his watch and got just a shade paler after every tick. It was after seven o’clock. His parents were going to murder him.

He got to his feet only to freeze when that little bell tinkled again. It was coming from behind him.

He turned around to see nothing, but then looked own. There was a tiny yellow puppy dog with a bell around its neck. The puppy looked up at him, pawing.

“Hey there, little guy,” he said, smiling, “How did you get in here?”

He knelt down, only to freeze when the puppy ran towards him to suddenly vanish into thin air with a tinkle.

A ghost puppy?

He heard a chuckle come from behind him. He spun around to see a handsome young man with long blonde hair sitting comfortably on the railing. His eyes were closed, and he was cradling the bell to a golden cheek. The man was wearing glossy black pants, a filmy black shirt, and a glossy black cloak. He looked tight.

“Kai,” the strange man smiled, without opening his eyes.

Clark gulped. This was too freaky.

“What,” he asked, taking a step back, reaching down for his backpack.

“That’s my name,” the handsome man said, glowing blue eyes snapping open to glare deadly daggers at him, “Don’t you remember me, Jor-El?”

“You,” Clark said, pointing, suddenly knowing those eyes, “You’re not that thing from the cave.”

“It was cold and dark in there,” the man growled softly, hurt written all over his face, “How could you simply lock me away like that?”

Clark slipped his pack on, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Who is Jor-El?”

“All I want now is revenge,” the man yelled, floating up in the air, golden hair shimmering like fire.

“Are you even listening to me,” Clark yelled, suddenly running.

“How could you forget about me,” the demon roared, throwing a bolt of blue energy at him, “How could you throw away all that we had?”

The bleacher behind Clark was struck and exploded. It sent him flying into the pool with a splash.

“Hey,” the demon snapped, suddenly standing on top of the water in a blink, “Try not to hurt your self, I want do it for you.”

“I’m not Jor-El,” Clark yelled, coming up for air, “I don’t even know the guy!”

“Shut your face,” the demon snarled, suddenly tossing emerald green energy balls at him.

He swam for his life as water exploded all over the place. This was not happening. All of this was nuts. He really wanted to wake up now.

“My goodness,” the demon chuckled and Clark noticed just how striking his topaz blue eyes were in the light, “You’re just as fast as ever, I see.”

Clark smiled, “Thanks.”

He took off in a blur.

The demon blinked, and blew his golden locks out of his stunning eyes.

“How rude,” the demon shouted, violet lightning dancing from his clenched fist, “Running away before even saying goodbye!”

The demon floated back through the wall like a ghost to take a little look around.

“Where are you,” he hissed like a deadly serpent, “I’m going to carve out your eyeballs and wear them as earrings.”

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Clark ran into the Chemistry Lab, carefully locking the door behind him. He ran to the very back of the room, and hid under a lab counter. Maybe if he played pretend hard enough, that violent figment of his imagination would just go away.

“Jor-El,” the demon began to sing in a lovely tune of impending doom, “Come out come out wherever you are.”

Clark put a hand over his mouth. He was super strong, and really fast. Why was he not kicking this demon’s ass?

“Howdy,” the demon chuckled.

Clark slowly got to his feet, and blanched. The demon’s face was sticking out of the blackboard.

The demon stepped through the wall, summoning a ball of energy. He gracefully strolled right through the teacher’s desk with an evil grin on his face.

“Time for you lesson,” the demon chuckled in a sexy voice “School boy.”

Sexy?

“Can we please just set down and discuss this,” Clark asked, holding up his hands, “Like normal people?”

“Um,” the demon said, putting a golden finger to his bottom lip that was like a ripe cherry, “No.”

He hurled the energy ball.

Clark ducked, only to be thrown across the room by the explosion. He crashed into a desk and fell to the floor with a grunt.

This bitch was destroying his school. Hey! Would they close it down for repairs?

He suddenly sniffed something funny in the air. What was that smell? Now where had he smelled that smell before.

Oh, its just gas.

His eyes widened. Holy shit!

The demon was laughing his ass off.

“This is so much fun, Jor-El,” he laughed evilly, features suddenly icy, “Now, time to die!”

“Wait,” Clark yelled, “The gas!”

“Gas,” the demon asked, suddenly confused, “What is gas?”

Clark made a face. This was so stupid. He should simply run the fuck away.

“Umm,” he said, suddenly pointing, “What the hell is that distraction right outside the window?”

Clark blanched. The demon fell for it. He ran the fuck out of there.

“What,” the demon asked, walking over to look out the window, “I don’t see anything. What is it? What did you see?”

He spun around only to see an empty room.

He clenched his fist for violet lightning to spark off again. He had been tricked. That bastard was always playing tricks on him. Playing with his feelings! Fucking with his emotions!

“I’ll kill him,” he hissed, for the lightning to set off the gas.

Clark was racing down the hall, to suddenly be thrown by the great explosion. He fell flat on his face and rolled head over heels down the hall. He crashed through a wall into the math lab, to roll to a complete stop. His head was spinning around in circles.

He sat up and took deep breaths to calm himself.

“Oh my god,” he cried, “My school’s on fire!”

Yes! This is perfect! School will defiantly be suspended now.

He got to his feet, wondering where the demon was. Did he get blown up? How come the fire alarms were not going off?

He made his way out of the room to look at all the flames at the end of the hall. That demon had been kind of cute.

He suddenly blushed. What the fuck?

His eyes widened when he saw those blue eyes blazing from within the flames. The demon was strolling through them with soot all over his face and it streaked his golden hair.

Kai coughed, smoke coming from his mouth, “You are so rude!”

Clark took off running as the demon roared at him.

Kai glided down the hallway to suddenly pass by a mirror hanging on the wall. He came to a dead halt and glided back.

“Oh my god,” he cried in horror, looking himself over in the reflective surface, “Just look at me! I’m a mess!”

Clark rolled his eyes, racing down the steps. He had to get the fuck out of here before the cops showed off. He could not be caught. This was not his fault.

Who released the demon, big guy?

“Shut your head,” he roared at himself, pouring on the warp speed.

“Halt,” the demon shouted, suddenly flying beside him down the long hall, “Pull over!”

Clark ran faster, which made the demon laugh harder. He so loved a good chase.

He punched Clark right in the side of the head. It sent him flying through another wall, into the girl’s restroom.

“You’ve gotten weak, Jor-El,” the demon cackled manically, strolling inside.

“For the last time,” Clark yelled at the top of his lungs, “I am not this Jor-El!”

Kai stopped in his tracks, looking at him.

“You look like Jor-El,” he smiled deviously, “You sound like Jor-El.”

Clark made a face.

“Hmm,” the demon said, batting his long blonde lashes, “Me thinks that would make you Jor-El.”

“Me thinks you’re out of your goddamn mind,” Clark yelled, running at him.

Kai was totally taken off guard. He fell flat on his back with a hard thud. That had actually hurt.

Clark straddled his narrow waist, and pinned his hands over his head. The demon struggled under him.

“Release me,” he yelled, “Before I castrate you!”

“Shut it,” Clark snapped, “Before I kick your old ass back into that cave!”

Kai’s eyes flashed, “Old?”

“Yeah, ugly,” Clark smiled.

Kai’s nostrils flared, “You so did not just call me that!”

He was not ugly. He was fucking handsome. He was too fucking hot to trot.

“Let me go,” he cried, struggling harder, lightning dancing from his fingers, “I’ll zap your cock off!”

“I’m not Jor-El,” Clark yelled, suddenly realizing that this Jor-El must be the God that had sealed the demon inside the cave. Why would the demon say he looked and sounded like this God?

Another explosion shook the building and Clark looked up.

The demon kneed him in the groin. Clark groaned and fell over.

Kai was on his feet in an instant, looking down at him.

“You look just like him,” he screamed, kicking him in the face, “But he would never allow himself to get this weak!”

Another explosion went off and smoke filled the room. Those alarms were getting on his damn nerves.

“My name is Clark Kent,” he moaned, getting to his knees, “And you’re a real ass hole.”

The demon cocked his head to the side before vanishing like a ghost.

Clark stumbled to his feet, just as one more explosion shook the building. That demon had really cleaned house.

He could hear the police sirens. He ran for it.

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Martha Kent did not look happy whatsoever when she saw her only son come walking through the door. His clothes looked scorched, his skin had soot all over it, his hair was a mess, and he just looked terrible.

“Well,” she asked, tapping a foot, patiently waiting for him to spill the beans.

That was when Grandpa Joe walked in. What was he so smiley about?

He sighed.

“I snuck into the cave, woke up the scary demon, caused a massive landslide, went to school, demon blew up school, and here I am.”

Joe rolled his eyes, “I’m going to bed.”

Clark’s jaw dropped.

“Dinner will be ready soon,” Martha said, folding her arms, walking away, muttering under her breath.

Clark slowly made his way up the stairs to his room, closing the door behind him, setting his backpack down on his desk.

He kicked off his shoes, socks, and stripped off his ruined shirt. It made him sad. It had been one of his favorites.

“Stupid demon,” he muttered under his breath, throwing himself on the bed, to suddenly jump off.

His breath caught in his throat as he slowly pulled the covers down.

There was a handsome demon sleeping in his bed, and he didn’t have any clothes on either.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.