Calming down, Black Hat took a moment to compose himself, then another to straighten his jacket in disbelief. This demon was REALLY stepping over the line here, and was Hat going to stand for it?
No he was most certainly not!
Breathing heavily, almost labored even, Black Hat growled. Hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, and he stalked after Aku, and he had to struggle to keep a low volume in his voice. Wouldn’t want to shatter the nice windows, would he?
“I don’t think you’re grasping the GRAVITY of the situation, DEMON. You can’t just come into my house, demand my things, and kill my employees.”
“Especially with your mediocre swordsmanship.”
Employee?? BLECH! What kind of operation was Black Hat running? The yokai couldn’t help but to pause his search and turn to Black with a snarl.
“I understand with perfect clarity that you are trying to HIDE the Samurai from me. But you are a fool to think I will not find him just as you were a fool to reanimate him for your own enjoyment. He is not some ordinary mortal. He is a Chosen One, and you have already played into his fate as such by restoring his existence and leaving the sword for him to reclaim!”
Once again, Aku lifted his head to sniff the air. Then, like a giant flying serpent, he twisted his way through the corridor in search of Samurai Jack, the sword still clasped tightly in his fist. He knew Black Hat would continue to make an obstacle of himself but the yokai was not about to leave this place without either destroying the Samurai or taking the sword.
“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
“Yeah, yeah, glad we’re on the same page of hating each other…”
“But hey, if Azura is happy and safe, then I’m willing too put up with you. Besides, she can make her own choices, she is grown.”
“I sure as hell am not going too pull anything bad with her, you can at least count on my honor with that.”
The towering Master of Evil leaned slowly toward her, closer and closer until his enormous face and teeth hovered just an arms-span away from her. He stared her down through narrowed eyes for several moments before he finally spoke.
“I do not need imprisonment OR rehabilitation!” screamed Aku. All this talk of imprisonment was putting him on edge. He folded his arms with a low grunt.
“Hmph.”
“Oh I disagree, because it sounds to me like you need a serious attitude adjustment. As a kind-of-cop I’m the best candidate to take you down a few pegs.”
“Unless of course, you do something awesoooome~”
“Ohh, Officer, please don’t handcuff me and put me in jail!” the demon begged in a most farcical manner.
The Shogun of Sorrow 