Chapter 2: A Warning and Reason

Osaka trembled as he held his hands over his blue-grey ears. The sound had stopped, and the pain subsided...

But now he was unsure.

Hesitantly, he raised his head to look at the Italian girl, and grabbed at his knife, before crawling to her side. If he had reason to live, and if she had any as well, he admitted he'd gladly date her.

The thought passed, and he again focused.

"You had to have heard that too... what was it?"

She gave no answer, but simply held the hilt of her gun tighter, twin streams streaking her face. Similarly, he too was in tears. They had come to this place in order to die. They had come to give rest to their useless lives... And had been interrupted by such a terribly maddening sound that made no sense.

"Oi! Answer to me!" he spat, teeth bared in frustration. Behind him, his feathery grey tail lashed across the grass and soil. Atop his pale silvery-green head, his ears where pulled forwards.

"I don't know. Go away," she finally replied, rebounding enough to glare at him dead in the eyes. Her ears flattened in an instant, and her pale hand raised as if to slap him. Osaka could only eye it as it came towards him, but just as quickly was stopped.

Both their eyes widened, and their faces went sheet-white. Grasping her wrist was the hand of an older male, perhaps in High School at the moment.

Looking up, Osaka found the male to be Japanese, like himself, and with wavy, pure white hair that fell to his shoulders and framed his face in an M-shape by means of his bangs. His face was particularly rounded at the cheeks for being male, but he had a distinctive face, and an almost dead expression that clung to it. The male's eyes were a pale grey in color, almost a translucent blue.

Pseudoalbino?

The silverette seemed to emphasize on his oddity by wearing a white shirt and white trousers that where continued in jet black just below the knees, and black and white sneakers donned his feet. Over his shirt, he wore a jet black coat lined with dark grey fur. And again, like the Italian, he had his ears and tail still; his ears where pure white and stood rather tall while his tail was long and somewhat thick, more like a puma's than the typical house cat's, reaching to his lower calves.

It was a striking appearance. What was even more striking, was his words.

"That sound, the second one, was me. The first one, my friend, was you and your Sacrifice's."

"What do you mean?" The Italian chirped, jerking her hand away. It was to no avail, for the older virgin held strong. She struggled against the iron grip on her wrist for a few moment, growling with the effort. Osaka didn't blame her. It made no sense. None at all.

"You are a Sacrifice... a Gisei. The lead in a pairing like yourselves. He," the silverette nodded in Osaka's own direction now. "Is your Fighter. your Sentouki."