Disclaimer:I don't own Static Shock or Witchblade: Yuri Miyazono nor do I own any of the characters from either series. I'm not making any money off of this story and all rights belong solely to their respective owners.

And the Witchblade I'm using is Witchblade Lost Generation: Midori no Shōjo is another story published as a Japanese novel. The main protagonist is a sickly 15-year-old Okinawan girl, Yuri Miyazono, who wields the Witchblade for her own survival. Not much specific details have been disclosed regarding the date and time when this novel takes place so I going with what I know

Also with Static Shock it going to be mostly from the cartoon but I am using some of the comic.

It was just another ordinary sunny day with the sun beaming down on the black truck diving down the road with the Miyazono family inside anticipating the new house Mr. Miyazono had just bought for his loving wife, and "loving" child Yuri Miyazono.

"This is so dumb! We've been driving for hours and I haven't moved for hours! And I haven't been able to go to the bathroom for hours!" a Yuri shouted, angrily.

"Baby doll, I understand your frustration," Mr. Miyazono stated, being patient and yelled on the last part, "But I would appreciate if you would stop complaining for hours!"

Yuri scolded as she folded her arms and stared at out the car window. "Here we are!" Mr. Miyazono announced, smiling as he park the black truck.

"It's beautiful baby" Mrs. Miyazono smiled, getting out the big black truck and spotting the house with the For Sale sign out on the lawn.

The house was a two storage house with a big porch that had a mailbox next to the steps, it was a light brown with a shade of darkness added to it. The windows were freshly put in and the glass was sparkling off the suns ray. From where Yuri stood, she would have to take a a path with bushes of well-smelled red roses around the walkway.

"I still don't see why we had to move and leavd my Friends behind" Yuri grumbled.

"Yuri I know we left all you Friends back in Okinawan but we want over this before, with the miracle of you getting well like you did your dad and I think it is best to start over in a new sitting" her mom reminded her

Yuri scolded at that as her look down at the tattoo on her wrist, on to three month ago her was a sickly 15-year-old with not that long to live but thank to a 'miracle' she got 100% well, well it More like she got some help from a demonic gauntlet she mused darkly, not like she can tell that to her mom and dad they would think she was possessed and call some exorcist for her, her eyes darkened at that. To lose the gauntlet would only leave to her death

"Okay but did we have to move from Japan to Dakota in America Yuri asked, really annoyed.

"Because you dad here got a big job here as a head tech at Alva corps, and this way we can see more of the world" Mr. Miyazono said happily as the move started to bring there things in the house.

"whatevery I'm for a walk to look around" Yuri said as her mom yell not to be gone to long because her had to get her book and thing together for school. Continued to walk down the street to think things through. All she wanted to do was go back to Japan and see her Friends "I just wish that…"

"Excuse me?" Yuri turned at the voice and found a sixteen-year-old boy with his black hair, which was getting on the long side, in dreadlocks, and the style somehow seemed to fit him perfectly, brown eyes, and a Orange and black shirt sneakers, with blue jeans and a bookbag.

"You okay you look a bit down" the boy ask, Yuri smile at that, last the people here seen nice.

"Yeah just move to Dakota so I trying to get use to my new home" she said as pointed to the house with the black truck by it.

"Oh you just move here, well the name Virgil Hawkins and welcome to Paris Island" he said with a smile as he offering his hand to her, as she reply with a thank she want to take his hand. The instant the his hand made contact with her, she got a shock slammed into her body like never before, but did not let go. "you okay" Virgil ask when he saw her not moving, she was studying him closely for a few seconds before a delighted smile appeared on her face.

"Your scent... It's so nice and yet it's almost like…"she said as she was leaning forward.

"Huh" Virgil said uncertain he heard her right, no one had every said that to him before. At the sound of his voice Yuri seemed to snap out of her trance causing her to release let go of his hand .

"oh sorry, man I don't know what came over me I-"she began blushing furiously as she with on muttering sorry but was cut off from the radio car that was next to them.

"All police to Dakota main road there, repeat All police to Dakota main road there, a Bang Baby heist in progress" wanting to know what a Bang Baby was and for him to for get what she just said she new it was best to ask now.

"what a Bang Baby"

"oh well I would tell you but I got to go, lot of home work to do and what not,"Virgil said as he new he needed get to the heist fast "but here my number if you won't to talk, need help or just hang out some time call me" he give her bit of paper with his name and number on then ran off before "yelling back see ya around." as he ran off Yuri couldn't help laugh.

"well he got a lot energy" she said with a laugh but then frowned "still what the hell was that scent he give off It not the same as the few demon I met back in japan and I know he human so why did I act like that?" but before can of a reason why her wrist began to glow "No," Yuri thinks holding her wrist tightly, "not here" looking around Yuri saw a alley near by and ran into it.

Once she got into the alley Yuri did a quick looking around to make sure no one was there then take her hand off her wrist to see that it was locking on to some thing.

"it don't feel like a demon"she thought with frown before a smirk that was borderline sadistic grow on her face "but it can't be normal if the Witchblade got a lock on to it. time to have some fun" with that in mind she pull out her cell phone and call her mom to tell her she won't be back for a while and didn't wait for reply okey time to see what got the Witchblade all pump up."

Looking directly at it with eyes that seem to reflect the sun off it As the purpleish black gauntlet began to change, her chest and body underwent a drastic change. Her normal B-cup bosom enlarged into an ample D-cup chest, which was covered by bits of the black and purple armor. The large bosom barely managed to hang out as her belly was exposed. The armor covered her waist and hips entirely. Her legs were covered by long, high-heeled boots and white hair. Her entire wardrobe was basically a delicate bikini armor, which gave Yuri a lot of sex appeal to her new and matured body. Once the transformation was complete she let the Witchblade lead her to what she was hoping was a good time

Dakota main road

A young man who looked to be about seventeen years old stood in the middle of the intersection, laughing darkly,the teen raised his arms to point his open hands at the approaching wave of police cruisers. He was dressed in a skin-tight, dark red short-sleeved shirt, with beige cargo pants that hung low enough on his hips that the top few inches of his boxers were showing. His red hair was spiked up and streaked with several thick lines of blond; his eyes were a dark angry green. These eyes began to smoke as the squad cars drew closer, and, once they were in range, the boy's hands ignited. With a yell, he launched several flaming orbs at the rapidly approaching vehicles.

This was the scene Yuri now the Witchblade came upon before she had to maneuver out of the path of a flaming car that was flipping and rolling its way down the street. "well this Idiot may be a little bit of fun. But before she could jump in all of the cruisers were suddenly enveloped by a white-purple light, and they jumped from the ground to hover a good distance above the street, which was understandably deserted.

Witchblade traced the jagged line of crackling energy to its end, and found a sixteen-year-old boy, who was hovering above the ground by standing on top of a flat metal disk, which was charged with the same power that was holding up the cars. A white mask that went from mid-forehead to his cheekbones, and which had triangular eyeholes, covered his face; oval yellow goggles were placed above that, reaching up to his hairline. He wore his black hair, in dreadlocks just like the boy she met from before, and just like before the style somehow seemed to fit him perfectly.

He was wearing a hooded, dark blue trenchcoat with black sleeves, the inside of which was a golden yellow. Underneath the African American teen was wearing a black muscle shirt that was emblazoned with a gold ring crossed by a lightning bolt of the same color. The boy's pants– black with dark blue stripes along the sides, and twin gold segmented patches on the outside calf area– were fastened with a gold belt. Finally, the outfit was finished off with a pair of dark blue boots, both of which also sported golden stripes, and a pair of gloves that were the same color of blue as the rest of his outfit; there was a triangular shaped gold edge at the wrist area of these hand coverings, in the center of which there was a small circle.

The electric powered teen had one gloved hand on his hip, while the other hand held the rope of energy that was connected to the police cruisers. "Yo, Hotstreak!" he shouted, with a smirk, as he swooped in closer to the red haired teen. "I think it's about time you cooled down!" Hotstreak glared at the superhero.

"You again! Stay out of this, Static!" With that having been said, the flame powered Bang Baby ignited a ball of fire in his palm, and prepared to throw it. Before he had the chance, Static compressed his Energy into a large ball and thrown at him and force Hotstreak to jump out of the way, having landed on the ground Hotstreak ignited two ball of fire in his palms and want to thrown them at Static who had already made a shields.

Shick.

All sound want a way as Static and Hotstreak looked down at him as a long blade protruded through his gut left side in horror. Hotstreak gazed at the blade while quivering in terror Shifting, his eyes behind him, he spotted a black and gold eye woman "Sorry," the transformed Okinawan girl mutters raising her right arm, "You're just not doing it for me."

"what" was the last word Hotstreak said as he pass out when girl pull out her blade, then turn to look at Static "now who might you be" she said with a purr.

Static eyebrow twitched ominously.

To be continued.