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Yoma are basically demons

Chapter 1: Team Up

Nasamea lay in her bed, in the corner of shabby apartment littered with clothes and food. Scraps of bloody bandages hung around the floors of the room, releasing a pungent odor into the air. Roaches crawled through open canisters of beer and ramen noodles, and the clicking of the single hanging light in the middle of the room acted as her alarm clock. She sighed again, opening her eyes to filth and disgust, wondering when she was going to get time to pick it up. With her covers twisted around her slender body and her pillow thrown over her head, she sighed wondering what would happen today. A small noise of feasting roaches echoed from underneath her bed, finally waking her up to the mess she'd grown accustomed too.

Clambering out of her covers, Nasamea placed her bare feet on the cold wooden floors of the apartment. A roach crawled up to her toes, clambering over them in search for food. After realizing there was none, the crack of its hard bacl surface snapped, and the pressure of Nasamea's heel relieved the vermin of its horrible life. She yawned and looked over towards her new partner Suihou. For some reason it was a good idea that they should get to know each other. Out of all the military, out of all 30 members, Suihou and Nasamea were required to "get to know each other". Since Nasamea was only a Private, the lowest out of the bunch, her Major had decided that she'd have to spend time with Suihou at his apartment for a week. Being number 25 he was a Specialist, one higher rank than Nasamea. Out of the only five Specialists, he was the lowest ranking one, and the one she would have to be with for four more days. Getting to know him was easy, the littered clothing, the roaches, the smell, the broken shower, Nasamea had known him enough. He was nothing but a perverted dirty bastard, the exact opposite of Nasamea.

Out of the bed and into her uniform, she walked over to the front door looked at Suihou. Her uniform was pure black, and long sleeved, all the way down to her black boots. The dense material was thick and sometimes hot, but it was extremely durable in battle and in travel. A black slash was tied around her arm tightly, bearing the number 30 on it. With her loose brown hair tied up in a knot, she opened the door and left, making sure she made it on time for morning call. Lateness was not accepted with Privates, anyone being late would be severely punished, something that she'd experienced on the first day. Nasamea walked down the halls to a larger room, opening the door to a familiar face, one that was always there. No. 27, Aki Nasaki.

"How's Suihou treating you Nasa?" Aki asked

"Like shit. Every day I wake up to shit. It's annoying and I'm tired of it, just because I'm ranked No. 30 doesn't mean I should have to stay with him." she replied, her face in utter disgust of remembering the room she just left.

"Well, the Major told me it was important that you stay with him. Most of the Privates would kill to be able to spend time with a Specialist. It's like having your own teacher living with you. You should count your blessings"

"That's that they told you. That's what they told me, but so far I haven't seen anything in him. Last night I went to take a shower and found my bra in the bathroom…"

"What…?"

"It was "stained"".

A small laugh bust out from Aki as she held her hand over her mouth, laughing at the comment. Nasamea's disgust towards Suihou was strong, but there was more to it than that. A genuine hate for most men was strong in her, which was of course due to her past. Her laughter died down and she spoke again.

"Well, he is a guy, and we are not allowed to have relationships in the Military. I'm sure guys get like that every now and then".

"Well still, it's annoying and perverted." Nasamea replied.

"Today's mission should take your mind off of it. The Major won't be here for it at all, he's away on leave. We've got a new leader, No. 11."

"No.11?!!, There's no way the Military would give us No. 11! Your sources are wrong."

"You know me Nasa, I don't mess up on my information. No. 11 is our leader today; he will be escorting us to a small village deep in Hokkaido to exterminate Yoma."

"No.11, could take out the Yoma himself. We are the lowest ranking squad in the whole Military. Why the hell would they send us with such a high ranking officer?"

"I don't know. You better be on your best behavior. Today's mission will be extermination based on speed. Suihou is coming, which leaves me and you, the traditional four-man unit."

"Well—"

A thunderous sound burst from the door, causing Nasamea and Aki to jump back in preparation. A deep breathing was heard, ragged and sharp. The figure banged up against the door again, desperately trying to get in. Nasamea relaxed and so did Aki. After about five tries the figure came through the door, wearing a deep black uniform, exactly the same to Nasamea's and Aki's. With a purple slash and a horrible head of bed hair, Suihou walked into the room, standing in attention next to Aki, across from Nasa. He smiled and waved, making his smelly entrance known to all.

"You forgot to wake me up Nasa. I gave you an order last night to make sure I got up. You're lucky I made it in time."

"Shut the hell up Fizz. I'm not in the mood for it."

"Insulting a Specialist? You're still a Private, watch it!" Fizz shouted, jokingly.

"And you'll do what? Steal my bra's again?"

Suihou's smile dropped from his face and Aki's giggle floated throughout the area. No matter how hard he tried, Nasamea always had one the hole against him. Fizz Suihou perked up along with Nasamea as another sound creaked from the door. Walking in to the debriefing room, the Major appeared. Even though the sound of his boots hitting the floor was completely the same as anyone else's, there was a different sound to it. Even though his uniform was completely black like everyone else's there was a different depth to it. The green sash with the number 11 on it marked him on a different level from anyone else. His demeanor was rugged and tough, and the slight pressure that filled the area from his dense power was enough to put Aki, Fizz, and Nasamea in complete silence. He was someone that all of them knew, the Major that all Majors followed. The history books of his long journeys, and his epic battles against the rarest of Yoma were all notated to boost his fame and his legend. He was a solider unlike anyone had ever seen, one that never donned the sash of a Private or a Specialist.

No. 11, The Lone Wolf of Hokkaido, "Zen".