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Chapter 2:
Walking down the crowed halls towards his last class, Trey couldn't help but think about last night.
To him it all seemed just like a dream but after finding marks on his neck followed by the dent in his truck all of those thoughts were dashed. Letting out a sigh, the dark haired teen looked up to see the hallway begin to thin out as he got closer to his class.
Walking into the classroom, Trey turned to see, Jon sitting at his desk reading a certain black book with an apple on it.
"Please tell me, you're not interested in that series," Trey almost pleaded as he walked up to the silver haired man.
"Not really, I just wanted to see what was so great about it, that's all. So far I hate it," Jon replied as he threw the book into the trash can.
"Seriously, if I ever find the person who wrote these stupid books, both of us are going to have a long talk, about what real werewolves are like,"
Before the two could continue their talk, the bell rang.
"That's the bell, now if you would please take your seat, my young eager student," Jon said in a joking tone as he stood up to begin his lecture.
"Yes, sir," was all Trey replied as he gave a mock salute while walking towards his desk.
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It was a few minutes into class when a knock at the door was heard.
Stopping from his teachings, Jon looked over to see a dark haired teen with oriental decent standing in the opening, wearing a black Japanese high school uniform looking in.
"Um hello, my name is Kage, Hantakuro. And I was wondering if this is world history, taught by Mr. Talbain? I'm supposed to be in that class right now," the foreign student asked as he stepped in and gave a slight bow.
"Yes, this is it, but I don't remember receiving any notice about a new student joining today," Jon replied as he stared at the young man curiously.
"I'm sorry, it's just that, I've just moved here recently and they're still trying to get the paper work from my old school transferred over," Hantakuro said as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Well if that's the case, then have a seat over by Trey," Jon said as he turned back to continue his lesson.
Looking up from his notes, Trey saw the new student walk towards him, before he turned and sat in the open desk to Trey's left.
"Welcome to middle of nowhere," Trey said jokily, as a way to be friendly to the teen in hopes of making him feel welcomed. Only to get a cold shoulder in reply.
"Well if it matters any, my name is Trey," he continued.
This time the teen got a reaction from the new student, which was a dark glare out of the corner of the exchange student's eye.
"You do not have such rights to talk to me," Hantakuro replied as his voice changed from the calm and respectful tone to a cruel and dark tone, as he turned his view back at the front of the room.
"What do you mean by that?" Trey asked as he brushed the death glare off and returned it with his own challenging glare.
"What I mean is that in ways that only you can understand is that, I am a noble man, while you are nothing but a peasant," Hantakuro replied coldly.
"Tsk, well if that's the case, then that explains why you have that stick up your ass," Trey said sarcastically with a small grin, when he saw Hantakuro twitch a little from the insult.
"Your time will come soon American, once I'm done with my mission, you'll be next" Hantakuro thought to himself as he gave Trey one last glare before turning back to the lesson.
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Walking out into the cool November night, Jon couldn't help smile as he felt winter breeze blow though the small pasture clearing, that he used to practice his fight forms in.
Even though he was living in a world where darkstalkers were just myths and legends, still didn't mean he should slack off on his skills.
It wasn't till a few minutes into his training, when Jon sensed another presence nearby. Closing his eyes Jon began to focus his senses to the whole environment around him. Suddenly his eyes snapped open before he took a quick leap back, right where he once stood, were three silver kunai.
Giving a light growl, Jon turned his head towards the direction the blades had come from to see a person wearing a dark hooded cloak with a large scythe strapped to his back, squatting on a nearby tree limb.
"Great just when I thought I've left the damn dark hunters behind, one decides show up," Jon thought to himself as he shifted into his lycan form.
"Tonight you shall die, you demon mongrel," the figure said as pulled the scythe from his back before leaping into a down ward strike towards Jon.
Jumping to the side of the blade strike, Jon quickly countered the hunter's attack with a side kick to his ribs.
Dropping back from hit the hunter's hood fell off to reveal a red and black oni mask covering his face. Opening his cloak the dark hunter showed a black army sweater and dark camo pants tucked into a pair of combat boots underneath it. But what really caught Jon's eye was the small arsenal of knives and blades stashed inside the cloak.
"Oh boy, this is going to be one of those nights," Jon said to himself as shifted into a defensive stance, knowing full well that an offensive attack on a heavily armed opponent would be a bad idea.
Digging into his cloak, the hunter quickly drew a short sword before charging towards the werewolf.
Watching the oncoming attack, Jon twisted his body sideways to avoid the blade thrust before grabbing the attacker's wrist with his left hand and slamming his right elbow into the hunter's face.
Dropping his blade, the hunter could only grunt from pain, before he dug into his cloak once more to reveal a small white cloth ball before chunking it into the ground causing it to explode into a small smoke cloud.
Dropping into his stance once more, Jon waited for the smoke to either clear or the hunter to attack again. A few minutes later the smoke cleared to reveal an empty clearing once more, the only evidence of a fight taking place was a small patch of dug up earth where the scythe blade once rested.
Letting out a sigh, Jon began to walk back towards his home as he tried to figure out who attacked him and how they knew he was a werewolf at the same time.
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Letting out another yawn, Jon couldn't help but groan as he tried to shake the sleep from his eyes, because of last night. He had been on alert the whole time, with barely any sleep at all.
"What happen to you?" Trey asked as he walked up to the half-awake lycan.
"I had a rough night, so drop it," was all Jon could say as he pinched his brow.
"Umm, o.k." was all Trey could say he stared nervously at the strung out wolfman.
"Mr. Talbain, you look as though, something is troubling you," a voice said behind the two.
Turning their heads towards the source, both saw Hantakuro walk into the room with what looked like a Band-Aid on his head.
"Jeese, how did you do that to yourself?" Trey asked as he glanced at the new student bruise.
"I tripped in the bathroom and hit my head on the sink, at home," Hantakuro replied as he walked towards his seat.
As the lycan and young Texan watched him leave, both could only shrug their shoulders from the exchange student's answer.
Watching the two conversation, Hantakuro noticed that Trey had some sort of connection with his target.
"I believe it's time for me and Trey to have a little talk," Hantakuro thought to himself as he sent one last glance at the two.
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Late in the afternoon, after school, Trey was just leaving out the front doors of the building when suddenly.
"Excuse me, Trey was it. Can I talk to you for a moment," Hantakuro asked as he walked up to cap wearing teen.
"Yeah, what is it?" Trey replied as he glared at the dark haired foreigner, remembering that the said classmate had insulted him when they first met.
"I just wanted to know, how you and Mr. Talbain know each other. From what I saw you two seem to have a long history between you two." Hantakuro said as he leaned against one of the nearby walls.
"It's not really that long, we just met about two months ago," Trey said as he began to leave again.
"Oh o.k. then, I guess I should let you leave then. But before you go I do have one more question," Hantakuro said as his voice grew into a serious tone.
"Are you aware of what Mr. Talbain truly is?" He asked as he stared into the Texan's eyes.
Looking into the foreigner's eyes, Trey could already tell that Hantakuro was grilling him for something. Something that had to do with Jon's secret.
Letting out a sigh, Trey gave the new student a small grin.
"Last I check, he was a simple history teacher trying to make a living," the Texan replied as he gave a coyote like grin.
"I see. Well until then goodbye," Hantakuro said as he turned and left.
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Watching him leave, Trey just shook his head and continued to head out towards his truck.
Just as he was about to unlock the door, there was suddenly three ping sounds right next to him. Looking over to the side, Trey saw three throwing stars imbedded into the door frame.
"What though!" was all Trey could get before hearing something land a few feet behind him.
"I don't know why but it seems like I'm losing my edge. Usually I could hit a target like you, without even trying," a muffled voice said behind the teen.
Standing right behind the dark haired teen, was the same mask wearing dark hunter that had attacked Jon the other night.
Seeing the masked hunter for the first time wouldn't have bothered the dark haired teen much, if it weren't for the fact that the said hunter wasn't flicking a kunai up and down lazily in his hand.
"Now then, why don't we try this one more time," the dark hunter said comely, before flinging the blade towards the teen.
"Oh crap!" Trey shouted before diving for the dirt.
Watching the kunai miss its target, the dark hunter grumbled to himself.
"First, I miss taking out the werewolf and now I can't even kill some stupid redneck," the dark hunter said to himself as palmed his face.
Reaching into his cloak, the dark hunter was just about to pull out another blade, when he was suddenly clocked in the side of the head by a haymaker punch.
"Come on, let's see what you got, mask boy," Trey replied as he gave the, bring it on sign with his hands.
Shaking his head, the masked hunter quickly picked himself up and glared at the teen.
"You don't know how much, I wanted to do this, since I met you," he said before performing a few martial arts moves.
"Oh this can't be good," Trey said to himself before being rushed by the cloaked being.
In almost a blink, the dark hunter had landed three hits into the teen's torso before following up with a front kick to the chest.
Slamming onto the ground, Trey grunted from the hits and began to pick himself up.
"Why you," Trey muttered before throwing a side kick into his opponent, only to have it grabbed in mid swing.
"Uh-oh," was the only thing he could get out before he was thrown to the ground once more.
Letting go of the teen's leg, the dark hunter began to laugh.
"I always heard that you American's we weak fighters but this is just too much," the dark hunter said as he continued to laugh at the Texan's pain.
Suddenly, the hunter felt something tackle him to the ground. Looking up the dark hunter saw a now pissed off Texan standing over him, with a firm grip on his jacket.
"I'll show you how tough we are," Trey shouted as he started to repeatedly punching the masked hunter in the face.
After getting a few hits in, he quickly let go of the hunter just before bring his foot down hard onto his masked cover face.
"Let's see you, get up from that," Trey said as he began to walk away from the hunter.
Just as he was a few feet away from the man, Trey heard a small grunt followed by a small clacking sound.
"Ugh, thanks a lot asshole, don't you know how hard it is to find a mask like this," the hunter shouted as he tried to cover the exposed half of his face, only to have the other side of his mask fall off.
Watching the last piece of the hunter's cover fall off, the dark haired teen couldn't help but raise an eye brow at the hunter identity.
"Hantakuro, why am I not surprised," Trey said as he watched the would-be hunter try and hold in his anger.
"Cause you're an idiot, that is blind of who is the real enemy," Hantakuro replied as he dropped into his fighting stance once more.
"Well if I'm blind, then why is it, I can see the true enemy so clearly," Trey said as he dropped into a boxer's stance.
After Trey had said that, Hantakuro charged towards the teen and delivered a high roundhouse kick. Only to have Trey block it and counter with three quick jabs to the Kage's face before finishing the combo with a left cross.
Dropping back a few steps, Hantakuro rubbed is sore face a bit before dropping back into his stance just in time to stop Trey's next punch. Wrenching the teen's arm to the side, Hantakuro proceeded to lay all sorts of kicks and punches on Trey before finishing with a spinning back kick to the chest.
Fumbling back from the kick, Trey did his best to collect himself, before charging the hunter again with a quick one-two punch.
Hantakuro simply blocked the weak combo before sweep kicking Trey's legs out from under himself.
"It's time to end this," Hantakuro said before drawing a dagger, from within his cloak.
Propping himself up with his elbows, Trey could only scoot back in defense as the now armed dark hunter advanced on him, only to stop when he felt his back press up against his truck tire.
Grabbing a hold of the dark haired teen's jacket, Hantakuro gave a sadistic grin as he raised the dagger above his head.
"Do you have any last words," he asked.
"No, but he might," Trey replied as pointing behind the dark hunter.
Turning around Hantakuro could only grit his teeth in fear, when he saw Jon standing there in his lycan form, cracking his knuckles.
"Why don't we finish our fight we started back in the woods much earlier," Jon said before grabbing the teenage hunter and threw him off of Trey.
"Are you going to be alright?" Jon asked as he watched Trey climb to his feet.
"A little banged up, but I'll be o.k." Trey replied as he gave the thumbs up.
"Good. Now, what to do we do with you?" Jon said as he started towards the downed dark hunter.
Just before Jon could get any closer, Hantakuro suddenly sprang to his feet before drawing a large hunting knife.
"This again kid. Well then before we begin I'll ask, are you sure you want to be doing this?" Jon asked as he dropped into his stance.
"I'm sure of it werewolf," Hantakuro replied before switching the blade to an under hand grip before charging the lycan.
"So be it then," Jon said to himself before launching a mid-kick to the hunter's gut.
Catching the full force of the kick caused Hantakuro to double over in pain. Seeing the teen suddenly drop his guard, Jon quickly grabbed the blade wielding arm and wrenched it over his shoulder, forcing the hunter to let go of his weapon.
Moaning in pain, Hantakuro clinched his arm tightly to himself as he tried to get feeling back into it. Just when he thought he could feel the pain lessen, he was suddenly struck right in his still sore face once more.
Watching the hunter drop back, Jon continued to launch punches and kicks every time Hantakuro took a step back. Suddenly Jon stopped, when he saw that Hantakuro was on his last leg, deciding that it was time to end this fight, Jon quickly dropped low before exploding into a high Muay Tia Kick to the dark hunter's chin, launching him into the air for a few seconds before he came crashing down onto the cold hard asphalt of the school parking lot.
Hantakuro couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, a high ranking dark hunter being beaten down by a demon mongrel, which also should have been an easy job to handle.
As he tried picking himself up, the young hunter felt something rub up against his back. Looking behind himself, he saw his scythe still clasped onto his back not even scratched from both the attacks and the fall.
"Huh, I forget about that," Hantakuro said to himself as he watched the werewolf advance
Watching the teen struggle to get up, Jon thought it would be a good idea to give him one last scare to get the point through.
Just as the lycan was about to grab the hunter, Hantakuro suddenly swung his scythe towards Jon.
Seeing the blade come at him, Jon quickly caught the handle of the scythe in almost a blink of an eye.
'Scratch the scare part, this asshole is DEAD!' Jon thought to himself as he cut the blade of the scythe off with his claws.
Grabbing a hold of Hantakuro's army sweater, Jon used his claws to slice off the weapon laced cloak that enveloped the dark hunter.
Drawing his hand back Jon gave a deep growl as he prepared to stab his claws through Hantakuro's head. When suddenly he felt something grab his arm, looking back he saw Trey holding on to his arm preventing him from scurrying the dark hunter.
"Let go Trey. I need to do this," Jon said glared at the Texan.
"He's done Jon. Let him go," Trey said as he tried to hold the lycan's arm back even though he was still sore from the fight from before.
"You don't understand how these dark hunters are, Trey. If you leave them alive they will just keep coming back until the jobs done. Now let go so I can finish him," Jon growled out as he tried to get the teen to release his arm.
"Jon, if I let you go through with this. You'll just be the monster, that Hantakuro tried to describe you as," Trey said as continued to hold his ground.
Turning away from the teen, Jon returned his gaze on the young dark hunter. Looking into his eyes, Jon saw fear instead of hate and anger that most dark hunters had when he had defeated them.
Letting out a low growl, the werewolf threw the hunter onto the ground.
"Leave, before I lose my humanity," Jon said as he watched Hantakuro nod his head fearfully before running off into the night.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Trey released his grip on the lycan's arm.
"You did the right thing," Trey said as he watched sigh to himself.
"You should have let me finish him. Since he's alive he'll just come back later an finish the job," Jon said as he glared at the teen.
"Jon, you saw the look in his eyes. Just so you know around here we got a saying for that, it's called whipped. In other words he's not coming back," Trey replied hoping that would convince the werewolf not to pursue Hantakuro.
"You better be right," Jon said as he gave the teen one last glance before grabbing the dark hunters discarded cloak and leaving.
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A few miles out of town, a bruised and tired Hantakuro could be seen glaring at the place he just left.
"Mark my words werewolf, I'll be back and then I shall kill you and have my honor restored," Hantakuro said to himself, unaware that someone was standing behind him, listening to his rant.
"Failed the job, I see," the person said in a calm, young feminine voice.
Hearing that, Hantakuro turned quickly to see owner of the voice, his face quickly darken in fear cause of their presence.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked fearfully.
"Just coming by to see how the jobs going, but from what I'm seeing, I'm not real pleased right now," the voice replied as she continued to glare at the dark hunter.
"Wait just give me more time, I'll have the werewolf taken care of, if you just give me one more chance," Hantakuro pleaded as he practically got on his knees.
"I'm sorry Mr. Kage. But I don't take failure very well," the person replied while drawing a 9mm from her belongings.
"NO MS. HOOD, WAIT!" Hantakuro shouted only to be silenced by a pistol round.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review.