Prologue (Part 1)

A man's got to make at least one bet a day, or else he could be walking around lucky and never know it.

- Jim Jones

Christmas Eve

It had been a cold night, and the sea gleamed with a thin cape of ice. The 7th and 11th divisions of the Harusame Thunder Guns had been sent to Earth on this festive night to assassinate the high-ranking government officer, Matsudaira Katakuriko and his juniors, the Shinsengumi who have proven to be obstacles for the Harusame Space Pirates. Kamui knew how government officers drink their hearts out on cold nights like that night, and he also knew that they'll be nothing than mere zombies after filling their heads with alcohol; knowing these made Kamui's usual smile lose some of its steam. He was so sick of getting boring assignments from the elders. He had always wanted to have a real fight with the humans. Sober humans. And although it was engraved on his mind that humans are a far cry from the Yato, he would still like to see how he would do against a band of regular soldiers. After all, if he can't get the best quality, he should at least get the largest quantity. But in the drunken state of the Bakufu's puppets, quantity wouldn't help them. Kamui could kill every one of them without lifting his deadly fingers. The thought of killing weak, drunken humans sent a wave of disinterest to his mind.

Standing on a shallow dock surrounded by a variety of vessels, the 18-year-old captain turned to his subordinate who was standing only a few inches away from him. "Ne, Abuto… I'll leave the responsibility to you. You can handle a bunch of drunken men, anyway." Kamui chirped, his smile getting wider. "Good Luck~!"

The brown-haired man rubbed his face with his hand and groaned. Abuto was used to his captain's incompetence so much that he has actually grown accustomed to it, to the point where there are only two responses he could think of in times when his captain's incompetence kicks in. It's either "Dude, do you really want that obese admiral to cut our heads off?" or "Where do you think you're goin'? You're not off to fuck some random bitch, are you?" but in this case, both.

Kamui lowered his gaze momentarily as though he pondered about it often, or pretended to, and quickly raised his head with the confidence of a child star. "Now that I think about it, I haven't had a fight with the 11th squad's leader. Admiral Abou once mentioned that the guy's a half breed, his mother is human and his father is one of our kind…" he half-opened his eyes, and on his face was a hint of a smile that portended he was up to no good. "You sparred with him once before, right, Abuto? Tell me, is that Kazuya guy really strong?" Kamui asked (unmistakably not listening to Abuto at all, as always), walking away with light, merry footsteps. It was as though he was talking to nobody in particular.

Abuto grimaced at the mention of the said captain. Not only was he strong, the psychotic bastard was one hell of a tactical forecaster, he anticipated Abuto's every move and almost killed him in the process if it wasn't for the 7th division's own tactician. He was certain that if Kamui and Kazuya met, unfixable damage would be the result. "Oi! There you go again with your daily idiosyncrasy! Don't even think about killing off Squad Leader Kazuya, the unspoken rule that all favors are reserved for you ends now!" Abuto let out a breath of frustration and gripped his auburn hair in his hand, obviously trying to resist the urge to strangle his carefree captain. Once he finally suppressed his emotions, he sighed. "Anyway, I don't think that fighting with the 11th squad's leader is the safest thing to do at the moment. This is an important mission; the higher ups have been planning Matsudaira's assassination for seven months and if you do anything funny, our heads will roll. Do you get it now, captain?"

For a short moment of time, Kamui stopped from walking. He turned to face Abuto and shot him a look that's saying: I couldn't care less. "Seven months, huh?" he asked without even a hint of an interrogative tone lacing his voice.

"You would know if you paid attention to last month's meetings, YOU DIMWITTED CAPTAIN!" Abuto exclaimed.

Kamui thrust his hands in his pockets and skittered across the dock, completely disregarding the 7th squad's vice-captain who continued to nag him like a deranged housewife. He allowed the visions of bloody carnage to float dreamily through his mind. That wild and exotic half breed seemed to have called to him as women had called to a sexually aroused Abuto. And even though the assfaced admiral had warned him that he would take tougher measures once he does something inappropriate, Kamui was still eager to fight that so called half breed. And besides, who would be frightened by a threat from admiral overweight? Surely, it was time for a taste of adventure in the bloody ruins of carnage.

"Hey, What the hell are those darn ears for if you don't know how to listen?!" Abuto shouted in defeat.

Annoyance created tiny lines on Abuto's forehead but the rough expression on his face quickly softened as he felt a sudden pang of uneasiness surge through him. He felt as though they were being watched. His eyes wide and apprehensive, he checked his surroundings. The air was cooler and damper at this secluded location so close to the water. Still, no one was in sight. Moonlight shone down on the dock and he couldn't see much besides the outline of his own feet and Kamui's drifting figure. He heard no music, only the faint noises of dock work and lapping water in the distance. It appeared too deserted and dismal to him. Hmmm…, he had a clear idea of what was happening but found it irrational to inform his captain since the younger Yato would discard what he says all the same, a surprise 'party' planned for us, huh? And just when I thought I could go through this night meekly.

He used a good minute to carefully decide his next move, afterwards, Abuto finally decided to disregard whatever he was feeling for the time being and made up his mind to follow his captain, just in case the young lad does something that will increase the chances of tongues wagging and their heads rolling. But just as he was about to take a small step forward, something slammed onto the back of his head, its weight almost knocking him off balance.

"HEY! VICE-CAPTAIN! I'M PLEASED TO SEE THAT YOU'RE FULLY AWARE OF OUR SITUATION!" Someone shouted calmly, his voice was a little wobbly but it carried an ominous tone and stern words.

Slightly dazed, Abuto glanced at the peculiar thing that hit his head (it was a cobalt blue umbrella) then glared at the source of the voice. He wasn't surprised to see the youngest member of their squad, Akihiro, standing on the ship's deck and scrunching his nose like a confused weasel.

The 15-year-old boy pushed himself into the air so that he can drop towards the dock; he safely landed with what Abuto noted as the grace of a ballerina. He burst towards Abuto with lively steps. His grey hair was dishevelled in a way that made him look like he just woke up from a nightmare, his eyebrows almost met above his nose and a pale scar cut deep into his drooping right eyelid. His movements were somewhat unsure and unconfident, a contrast to his usual behaviour. He was quivering (a sight that Abuto never wished to see) and as he came toward the dazed vice-captain, both Abuto and Kamui sensed the energy of the boy's body. Fear.

He's certainly not in a kind-hearted mood, seeing as he's not bothering to look as 'felicitous' as he always wants himself to be,the auburn-haired Yato deduced.

Kamui's antenna twitched which meant that he, notionally at least, regarded the boy's presence.

It took everything of Abuto to give the boy a reluctant smile. Though mentally, he frowned. He didn't like the look on the boy's face nor the way the boy was quivering. Abuto had never seen the boy like this. Akihiro had always been a man who was always in control and he's a first class cold fish; he's taciturn, introverted and phlegmatic. Nothing can stir up the boy's mood, not even their incompetent captain or the overly annoying Admiral Abou. His sudden change of nature can only mean one thing: a huge tidal wave is coming their way.

Abuto stiffened and felt as if he was wearing a bodysuit of goose bumps."What are you talking about, you sissy tactician?" He tried to feign away his ascending panic in futile.

"Vice-captain… I heard about your rheumatism, is everything okay?" the boy asked in a whisper, seeming to have misheard what his superior had asked him and the insult that was thrown at him. "You're in luck though, death cures all diseases."

Abuto raised an eyebrow and scowled at the boy. Sure, he was old but he can handle a little stiffness in his joints and muscles. Why was the boy overreacting about that anyway? "Instead of wasting your time playing games, shouldn't you be preparing for the ambush, you little blockhead?! Don't go slacking off like the captain, I get enough stress because of him as it is." he grumbled, his brain not completely assessing what the boy meant.

The boy rolled his eye. He's talking like a middle aged mother complaining about his rebellious, teenaged son, he thought.

"So you haven't figured it out… How pathetic. Just how pigheaded are you?" Akihiro replied, now wearing a deadpan expression. And before Abuto could snap at him, he suddenly blurted out, "Hey, if I tell you I'm afraid, will you believe me?"

Abuto turned a blind eye to the first question but blinked a few times at the latter before opening his mouth to answer, once again unable to fathom what the boy meant. "Hell no. Do you take me for a fool?" He snapped, somewhat relieved that the boy lost his previous frightened demeanour. "What the hell are you trying to say, anyway? What's that shit about being afraid?"

"Who wouldn't take you for a fool?" the boy mumbled to himself. He bent down to pick his umbrella up. He opened it lazily and after making sure that it wasn't damaged from hitting his superior's cranial, closed it. "Listen to me carefully, you mongrel, our heads will literally be in Admiral Abou's hands moments from now. So, don't worry about your rheumatism or your malfunctioning brain because like I said earlier, death cures all diseases. And the odds of our death are astronomical, only stars can calculate odds so great. From hearing that, don't you think I have a reason to be… f-frightened?" he said the last word hesitantly, showing his displeasure in admitting his fear of death.

"Tch. If you have something to report, do it properly." Abuto decided to simulate innocence for if this mission was just a cover up for the admiral's real motives then the boy would likely be involved, the fatass probably paid the boy with a hundred scented candles. This candle-loving pansy. If the boy were to tell him about the assassination planned for their squad, it could mean that he was trying to catch him off guard. He was trying to scare the old Yato.

The boy gritted his teeth and looked down, fighting the desire to smack the life out of his superior for being unbelievably dense. His garnet eye swept across the rotting floorboards as he opened his mouth to report to his superior. Akihiro finally reported everything, everything that he ascertained from overhearing Admiral Abou's conversation with the 11th squad's captain and everything that he had ascertained about the said captain.

Abuto's facial expression, upon digesting everything that the boy said, didn't falter, his inferior only received a disapproving frown. "Not much of a surprise there, boy. Everything that will be thrown at us tonight is courtesy of our dear captain. It's his fault that the admiral hates us after all." He cracked the joints in his neck and sluggishly glanced at the boy. The old Yato looked as if he was inured to the problems that their captain causes them, Akihiro could tell. "So, that fatass hired the 11th squad to dispose of us. I bet the captain would be thrilled to bring the 11th squad to its extinction…" he forced a chuckle to escape from his throat. "Speaking of the doorknob, he should at least be informed of this matter." He searched for Kamui's fleeting figure but was only greeted by a cold, empty space. "THAT DOOFUS! I swear this squad would turn to ashes as soon as I die!" he heaved a stressed sigh and returned his gaze to Akihiro. "Aki…"

Akihiro only glared at him. He hated being called 'Aki'.

"Where the hell are the back-up doorknobs (referring to their underlings)? They should be here by now."

A shaft of cold silence cut sharp as a blade across the air. The boy frowned, looking away from his superior. His fingers trembled, a common sign for the Yato that meant they are frightened or that they are craving for blood from the battlefield and have reached beyond danger's limit, at which they have lost self-control for ireful bloodlust and excitement have already stained their already tainted souls. Akihiro couldn't answer him not because he didn't know the answer but because he didn't know how to answer.

The boy had remained silent but Abuto's eyes widened as if the boy had actually answered his question with the one word he had thought he will never hear within their squad: Betrayal.

"Are you certain about this, boy?" He tried not to choke at the word but found himself stuttering as he said it.

Akihiro's frown deepened and Abuto took that as his answer. It befuddled Abuto how their underlings could betray them, much more that they did it for the obese wasn't his underlings' betrayal that shaken him the most though; it was the grey-haired boy that stood pompously infront of him. He had never expected the boy to be so allegiant. He had always thought that the boy would be the only one that would dare double-cross them. Probably because he is Akihiro. Akihiro, the spawn of all things evil. Akihiro, the bastard that views his comrades as pawns in a game of chess. He wasn't the best person to trust. Though maybe at some point, Abuto did but never fully. It's just that the boy always seemed to carry a cunning air around him, an air that rendered him too dangerous to be trusted.

"There's no point in mourning over their betrayal, vice-captain. We should make our move, quickly." Akihiro finally spoke, interrupting his superior's train of thought. "The captain may be fighting those witless ruffians as we speak. And honestly speaking, against our former comrades and the neanderthals in the 11th division, there's a 77% chance that the captain would lose both arms and his braids if he fights alone." His lips tightened to a scowl and he adjusted the state of his mind to his usual, cold way of thinking. He tightened his grip on his umbrella, his bullets were more than ready to pass through those ingrates' flesh.

"You shouldn't underestimate the captain's abilities; you obviously haven't seen that idiot fight." Abuto retorted, his unconscious state of panic completely dissolving.

"I'm just stating a fact." the boy retorted back, his left eye glaring at his superior. "Is it possible for one man to win a battle against thousands? Only a complete moron would even try to calculate the answer of a question with an obvious answer."

"Want to bet?" Abuto steered. "If the Captain goes unconscious, you win… But if he dispatches Captain Kazuya and his dogs while wearing that playful, albeit hazardous smile of his, I win. What do you say?"

"Wagering is indecent. You know all too well that idiocy is not my style, nimrod." The boy rolled his eye. It's not as if he needed to make a bet with his superior just to prove he was right. He is always right. He is, after all, known as the unparalleled tactician in the Harusame. He is able to formulate guerrilla-like tactics depending them on the opponents' aura and mannerisms, he bases his strategies on their idiosyncrasies and unstable aspects to create tactics that can counterattack their assaults and flawlessly dispatch them; furthermore, he has seen the 11th squad's captain, made it his personal mission to monitor him (the said captain's infamy being his reason in doing so) and memorized every habit that Kazuya has, attesting that he has a clear idea of Kazuya's abilities, which kills his ego to admit that the half breed's abilities are far more superior than his own when it comes to creating strategies. In the short time that he had monitored Kazue Kazuya, captain of the 11th squad, he had supposed that the man is not an easy opponent. He is a wicked man, the devil himself. He appears sophisticated and upright, but truth be told, Kazue Kazuya is duplicitous. He hides his malice behind his elegance, which led Akihiro to the conclusion that the 11th squad favors covert attacking strategies. Being a squad full of half breeds, they don't have the strength to endure a head on fight with the 7th squad or any target that the higher-ups give them for that matter, therefore, their only chance for survival and if possible, victory is to make use of dirty tactics. The 7th squad's guerrilla tactics are no match for their covert attacking strategies especially now that the 7th squad has only three members.

His chance of losing to his vice-captain is below 1%, so why bother betting when the answer is clear?

"What's this? Are you afraid of losing to me?" Abuto chimed, feeding Akihiro's growing ire.

Akihiro wanted to punch his vice-captain but was struggling to refrain from doing so for it is, for him at least, indecent.

"Winning and losing… tsk," the tactician arrogantly folded his arms over his chest. "Only inferior creatures care for such petty matters."

"Since you don't give a shit about winning, it won't matter if you lose…" Abuto's lips curled into a smile. "So let's make a little bet. On the assumption that I'll win, you'll have to surrender your older sister to the squad…"

The young amanto was stupefied, as though he had received a violent blow on the side of his head. He had never told anyone about his sister. "That was your initial plan from the start, wasn't it? ...you dirty, old man." he concealed his shock with the cold expression on his face, as he always does.

"You halfwit, she's for the captain!" Abuto scratched the back of his head, stressed. "He might learn a thing or two about respect from a woman, a futile effort but worth the try." He hollered, irritated at the accusation.

Akihiro rubbed his chin with his thumb, a habit of his that meant he's pondering about the lesser of two evils. Their captain with a dose of respect certainly appealed to him, but for various reasons, his scowl deepened and was mixed with conflicting emotions. "What do I get if I win?" he asked with unclear thoughts. He can't comprehend why he felt as if his superior has condemned him of losing before it even started, and he hated it, he hated eventhe thought of him losing because despite saying otherwise and appearing disenchanted by winning, Akihiro is one of the inferior creatures that care for such petty matters.

"You…" Abuto patted his head and violently ruffled Akihiro's raven-hair. "… will be the new vice-captain of the 7th division."

"Imbecile! If I win, our squad will likely be ashes, what's the point of being the vice-captain then?" Akihiro's eye twitched.

"Dumbass, do you really think that our useless captain will die? Do you really think that he'll be killed by half breeds? I've been with that idiot for years and there's only one thing that can possibly kill him and that is his unhealthy diet." His touch on the boy's head became gentle, like that of a father stroking the hair of his youngest son. "And seriously, do you think that I worked my ass off just to see this squad disintegrate in front of my eyes? If the captain does go unconscious, which is unlikely, we'll be there to kick their half breed asses. So stop being an idiot, everything's all good." He formed a circle with his thumb and index finger, without a doubt trying to look cool and composed.

We'll be there to kick their half breed asses. Akihiro shuddered at the thought. He wasn't a fan of ass-kicking, a little weird for a Yato clansman but still, he prefers the solitude of planning their assaults than actually doing the assaults.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me if you lose your position." Akihiro slapped his superior's hand away from his hair and made that canny smile of his and offered his hand to Abuto without a second thought.

His superior gladly accepted it and made the same canny smile. "It's a deal then, you little bastard." Abuto proclaimed.

"Granted that I win, I have no intention of being the captain's wet nurse." The boy said. The hand he offered to Abuto was now buried in his pockets.

"A wet nurse..? Do I look like that idiot's wet nurse to you?" the older Yato sighed. "You know what… Don't even try to answer that."

The air had all of a sudden been surrounded by non-existent blood from their telepathic combat. If the two hadn't loathed cannibalism (that's one of the things that they deny they have in common), they would've smothered each other in a whim.

"There's no way in hell that I'd lose." They said in unison.

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Kamui's feet had somehow taken him to a shadowy street; apparently, electric street lighting wasn't available. So, the young Yato clansman had no choice but to rely on the faint moonlight that illuminated his way and his sense of hearing.

Although the place was practically deserted, Kamui's ears were entered by a variety of sounds. Even from a great distance, Kamui could still hear the indistinctive noise of Abuto and Akihiro's bickering; bickering being Abuto's continuous nagging and Akihiro's impertinent responses. He heard the high-pitched meows of the stray cats nearby that somehow blended with a shrill, desperate cry that reverberated with the gust of the wind from a dark, narrow alleyway and was followed by loud moans of ecstasy. His antenna twitched, this time not in acknowledgement but somewhat in renouncement. Maybe it was time to admit that he was lost, he never did have the best sense of direction.

"Hand the bitch over! I'm the one that found her!" a voice of a seemingly alcohol-frenzied man cooed.

"You turd! The woman has two ends, we can enjoy her at the same time." the other cooed back, laughing manically after his proclamation.

Kamui quickly faced the other direction and walked towards the sound of his subordinates' voice, his braids bouncing with every step he took. "Humans just can't keep it in their pants~" he puffed out his cheeks and muttered, "Looks like Abuto's disease is spreading."

"S-S-S-S-STOP! P-P-PLEEEASE! DON'T Y-Y-OU HAVE A M-MOTHER, A SIST-TER OR A-A-A D-DAUGHTER? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF THEY WERE IN M-MY POSITION? WHERE'S YOUR HEART? WON'T YOU FEEL DEVASTATED IF THIS WERE TO HAPPEN TO YOUR DAUGHTER? SO PLEASE… LET ME GO!" the woman that was being sexually harassed beseeched desperately, even Kamui who was standing quite a far distance from them heard the desperation in her voice.

From what Kamui could hear, he assumed that the two, drunken men seemed to feign deafness and continued to harass her, harder and without mercy appealing to them.

He heard another strident shriek escape the woman's mouth when she realized that her words had no effect on them. "I-I-I HAVE A 14-YEAR-OLD D-D-D-DAUGHTER! IF YOU WANT I CAN HAND HER OVER TO YOU… JUST LET M-ME GO! YOU WON'T HAVE MUCH FUN WITH ME, I'M OLD AND HAVE ALREADY LOST MY VIRGINITY UNLIKE MY DAUGHTER." she begged in futile.

Kamui stopped in his tracks and craned his neck towards the alleyway, his eyelids fluttered open from the woman's words. He was bewildered by how the woman had the guts to rant about how any parent would be dejected when they found out that their precious daughter had been sexually assaulted yet she's willing to sell her daughter's virginity for her freedom… Humans are quite interesting species.

He headed towards the alley, his eyes closed once again. Once he was in the men's field of vision, he hummed a Yato battle song, the tone of his voice ascending as both men took interest in his presence.

"Hey, can I play too~?" Kamui asked, his tone carrying an ulterior motive.

"Well, well, look what we have here." The man with an iron-like build decreased the distance between them. "Looks like little red riding hood's been wandering around the woods with her hood over her eyes." The man chortled, and Kamui had to admit that the way he laughed bothered him more than how Abuto's… ehem… unusual habits bothered him.

The skinnier one stumbled towards Kamui who didn't cease from humming. "I can have her, right?" he asked his partner.

"Do what you want." his partner spat, returning his gaze to the unclothed woman trembling on the ground. "I prefer older women, anyway."

The skinny one looked at Kamui seductively, managing to grab hold of Kamui's hand. His hands then proceeded to Kamui's chest. He grimaced when he felt nothing there.

As I thought…

Humans are…

"What's wrong? Your mommy never told you the difference between a man and a woman?" Kamui asked almost too innocently, twisting the man's arm, eventually dislocating it. His eyelids fluttered open as he waited for an agonized yelp from his victim.

Very interesting.

"SHIIIIIT!" Indeed, his expectations were met with an astounding force, making his smile grow wider (if possible).

"Should I explain it to you then~?" Kamui inquired, not meaning any word of it.

"MOTHERFU—" his victim wasn't able to finish his curse, as a cold, sharp blade (what the man concluded it to be) cut across his neck, thus ended his damnable life.

"Those who can't play nice should be punished, don't you think?" Kamui asked an unknown direction, licking his bloodstained hands in the process.

Two more to go…

Through tear-stained eyes, the woman could see the decapitated head of the man who had earlier assaulted her rolling towards them. His body dropped to the earth, blood issuing from what's left of his neck. She sobbed as her attention was once again focused on the man that was trailing slobbery kisses over her bare shoulder, who didn't seem to care even as his accomplice's head rolled eerily in his field of vision. This man frightened her, he appeared malicious and it seems that it is a matter of indifference to him whether someone dies or not. He didn't care even as he was holding a woman who was dying inwardly in his arms. She wanted to retch. She wanted to scream. She wanted to bite him. But it was foolish to scream for help and fight back. He was enjoying her struggles, her helplessness, and her feeble attempts to escape. There was no point in doing anything, it would only pleasure him. And that was the last thing she wanted.

She forced her eyes to close, hoping that she would never open them again.

"Ero-jiji~ Are you too busy toying with your whore? Too bad coz' I wanted to play with you next." Kamui declared but it seemed that his proclamation landed on deaf ears.

Her eyes were forced open by the unfamiliar voice. That's right… The corners of her lips twitched and soon formed a weak smile. She stared languidly at the source of the voice. His visage was blurry from her tears yet he still appeared pressed her trembling fingers against her eyes, rubbing them to do away with the traitorous tears that were threatening to come out. Her vision cleared and her eyes quickly darted towards her possible saviour. She wheezed a breath of frustration as she examined his face. He was looking at her with his sapphire eyes, his face exhibiting a look of pure disinterest. Was he going to help her? She didn't think so. Then why was he there? What does he think this is? Live pornography? She resisted the urge to sob, infuriated at herself for letting false hope fool her.

She bit her bottom lip. She was running out of time. A few more minutes and this horrid man would be inside her; he would enter her and take everything that she has left: her dignity and worth. And after everything, she would be left to rot and wither away. Tears once again formed in her eyes. Die. Just die already, Yuiri. After all, death would be the only acceptable solution. The possibility that she could bear the child of this heinous man revolted her.

She opened her mouth so she could at least let out curses to the bastard that was violating her before she died but she found her tears continuing to spill instead. Her voice won't come out as though it was intimidated. It was now that she realized how scared she really was…

Of being abandoned.

Of being unwanted.

Of bearing the child of a man that had beaten her into submission… once again.

And most of all, of dying nameless in a foreign land she once called her home.

"Ero-jiji~ let's play." the orange-haired teen asked innocently, though his question wasn't dignified with an answer.

Her eyes immediately narrowed to slits at the voice. No, she wasn't going to die like this. Fuck saving. She just wanted him to kill this man and after that, they'll walk through separate paths. Simple as that, he doesn't have to think of it as saving her. And considering how he looked amused when he killed this man's accomplice, she's doing him a favor. She gazed at his sapphire eyes, making sure he was looking at her. God must've been smiling at her because he was. He was leisurely staring at her, whether he was apathetic to the scene in front of him or at least mentally alert remained enigmatic. A gamble, her lips formed a straight, unreadable line. She had never been a good gambler but… she was taking the chances, she had to, just like any gambler.

Without any more hesitation, she opened her mouth once more, this time with determination, and allowed her cracked lips to mouth the cold words, "Please kill him."

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There was no answer.

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No motion.

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Nothing.

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She felt as though they were frozen in time and space, as though everything around her was withering away, leaving no evidence that it even existed.

Please… Kami-sama… Let me die without having to endure the pain from this, she begged the God she never worshipped.

"Our feelings about killing him are the same." That was the last sentence the woman heard before Kamui plunged his cold hand through the back of the man on top of her. She felt relief wash over her as she felt the weight of the lifeless man, but relief was shortly lived as a stabbing pain from her chest caught her attention. She saw the blood of the man flow with her own. As she slowly lost consciousness and looked at the one that gave her false hope, walking merrily as he licked his blood stained hands, cold tears formed in her eyes once again.

A/N: Hi guys! I couldn't open my other account anymore (tainteDStrawberry) and I was planning on making a new account so I could continue "Whatever Happens, I'll Be By Your Side" but things got hectic in school. So after years, this is the revised version of Whatever Happens. A lot of changes were made but I still hope you enjoy it. :)