Thanks for all the reviews! They really helped out a lot!
zombiedude: It's basically my version of the second season if I was in charge. I want the readers to tell me which version they want to see. The manga or the anime.
Kato: Thanks a lot! I really needed to hear that.
Authors note: I decided make Mizore not so OOC. Fyrus powers are also going to be WAY toned down later in the story.
Now, onto the next chapter!
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"Why do you keep pushing me away? Do you not like me?"
"I can't tell you why. You wouldn't understand."
"I might if you would just tell me!"
"I can't. I'm sorry. This has to end."
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Fyrus yawned, trying to fend off the unpleasant memories. Falling asleep with such thoughts in his head would only lead to nightmares. The last thing he wanted to do was blurt something embarrassing on his first day of school when the line between past and present faded into nothing.
He wished he had never said those words to that girl. But what else could he say? It wouldn't have worked out if they kept going, he knew that, and yet he tried to make it work. Why did he try even though he knew it wouldn't end well for him? She would've found out what he was eventually.
She probably hated him now. Even if she did not understand what had happened, there was no way she would accept him now. This was all his damn uncle's fault for putting him in schools where he had no chance of being accepted.
"Kasai-san!" He heard his teacher say loudly. "Quite daydreaming and work!"
The harsh rebuke helped clear his muddled thoughts. Fyrus tightened his grip on his desk and bowed slightly. "Ah! Sorry, sensei."
The teacher sighed and went back to looking over some papers that he had on his desk.
Fyrus sighed as well. Thinking of the past made him feel terrible. He was not here to wallow in how shitty his life had been so far. Like they say, nothing good comes out of reopening old wounds.
Tsukune seemed like a really nice guy and had helped make his first lunch hour rather enjoyable. After the meal, the group had dispersed, going in different directions as this was the elective hour. Fyrus was pleasantly surprised to discover both Tsukune and the pink haired girl shared his interest in art.
Despite this being the most interesting course on his schedule, Fyrus was finding it difficult to stay awake. He blamed a full stomach and the warmth of the classroom. It did not help matters that the project for the day was so mind numbingly easy that he had finished more than ten minutes ago.
He felt a nudge upon his shoulder, startling him. The pink haired girl was regarding him with blatant concern.
"Are you alright, Kasai-san? You've been dozing off all day."
Fyrus yawned and answered her. "I have mild case of insomnia."
She seemed confused at the word. "Insomnia? What do you mean by that?"
Fyrus sighed. "It's a sleep disorder. You have problems sleeping. I've had it for only a couple of months, now. Haven't slept much since it started."
Tsukune grinned, speaking softly. "It looks more like you are having troubles staying awake."
Fyrus picked up on the clue and lowered his own voice. "No argument there."
"Did something happen?" she asked concerned.
Fyrus frowned in annoyance. "What makes you ask that?"
The girl shrugged meekly. "Because you said this was something that developed recently."
Fyrus grimaced, not wanting to make things hard for the poor girl. He shook his head. There was no reason to tell anybody about his problems. They couldn't help. "It's nothing that a couple sleeping pills can't fix."
The teacher must have heard them talking. "Kasai-san!"
Fyrus sighed, putting down his pencil. He glanced over at the teacher, noting the man had an unusually bright green color of iris, full of creativity. He scoffed at the question. "What do you want now?"
The class started having whispers and murmurs all around. It was one thing to not pay attention. But disrespecting a teacher was on a whole different level.
"Bring me your work, if you have done anything at all."
The teacher was irritated, but Fyrus didn't blame him. Most teachers couldn't stand his combative behavior. It seemed the only way to get around this world was to act like it was some big deal that these people were getting paid to teach him.
"Yes, dear." Fyrus smirked and grabbed the drawing he'd finished. With a bit of swagger, he crossed the room and handed his worked to the teacher. Fyrus crossed his arms over his chest, wondering if this guy was going to criticize his work simply out of spite.
The teacher held the paper out, stroking his chin with thought. He was probably trying to come up with some way to attack the drawing. He glanced up. "Surprising work, Kasai-san."
Fyrus paused, again in unfamiliar territory. "Is that it?"
The teacher held on to the drawing. "See me after class, please."
Fyrus scowled. "Love to, sensei." Turning about, he returned to his station.
The girl's concern had only deepened. "Kasai-san? Is everything fine?"
Crossing his arms about his chest, Fyrus glanced out the window. "How would I know?"
Tsukune smiled. "Don't worry so much. I'm sure it's nothing."
It was difficult to remain angry in the face of such genuine optimism. After all, that was exactly what Fyrus wanted for himself. These were not human teachers that only cared about their paychecks. These were fellow monsters. Something Fyrus never had an experience with his entire life.
In the final minutes of the class, Fyrus started felling really bad. He shouldn't have said those things. He was here because the staff had taken pity on him, and yet he was already back to his normal routine in school. He hoped an apology would be enough, though he did not deserve any forgiveness.
He waited until the class had ended, allowing the other students to hand in their work. Once the class was reasonably empty, he walked back up to the teacher. Straightening up, he bowed deeply. "Listen, I'm deeply sorry, sensei..." He started.
"Ah, yes, Kasai-san. You don't mind that I keep this?" The teacher looked up at him.
"What? My drawing?"
"Your work is pretty advanced, Fyrus. Who taught you?" The teacher seemed interested. Fyrus shrugged his shoulders.
"I did, sensei. I've been drawing ever since I was little."
"I think you might be able to help me with something, Fyrus. Have you picked an extra after-school activity yet?"
Fyrus thought of the newspaper club Tsukune had mentioned.
"Why? Is there an art club of sorts?"
"You could say that."
Fyrus mulled over his options. He really liked the idea of being involved in something directly related to art. It was one of the few things he could rely on random strangers to compliment him on. But as his other option was a newspaper, surely he would have an opportunity to use his talents there.
"I might be doing something, no promises. I think I might be able to. What exactly do you want help with, sensei?"
The teacher nodded. "I'm working on an art gallery for the school. I haven't very much progress on it. Interested?" He handed Fyrus a flyer that had more details on the gallery.
Fyrus looked it over, mildly curious. The flyer showed examples of work Fyrus found intriguing. He nodded, his shoulders now straightening. He had never had the chance to do something so extensive as a gallery. "Sounds awesome."
"Excellent." The teacher started gathering up his things, obviously intent on leaving.
Fyrus held out a hand to get the man's attention. "What's your name, sensei?"
The teacher smiled. "I'm Akemi Takahashi. Why do you ask?
Fyrus nodded again, looking at the flyer. "I wanted to address you by your name. Well, Takahashi-sensei, I can't wait."
The teacher nodded and smiled. "I don't doubt it, Kasai-san." He walked off, leaving Fyrus there.
Fyrus pulled his schedule out of his back pocket as he started for the door. He could not recall what his next class was, but it looked like he would be returning to his homeroom. He smiled, thinking it would be nice to be with the others again.
"Oh hey, Kasai-san. What did the art teacher say to you? You seemed happy when he walked away."
Fyrus looked up, noting Tsukune and that girl had waited up for him. He felt a little bad as he could not recall her name despite their conversations.
Fyrus showed him the flyer. "He wants me to work with him on an art gallery for the school." Fyrus shivered at a sudden chill. He looked about, but saw only the usual activity for a high school hall.
The girl brightened up with such an endearing smile. "That sounds wonderful! I'm so glad you were not in trouble."
Fyrus noticed that the girl had her arm hooked through Tsukune's elbow. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
Tsukune nodded. "Sure, but we probably should start walking to our class. We don't have that much time."
Fyrus did not need any encouragement. They started down the corridor with Tsukune between them. Fyrus could still feel this unsettling aura following them. The others did not seem to notice this, likely not as sensitive to this cold.
"You were asking something?"
"Oh, yeah. Is this girl your girlfriend?"
Tsukune stiffened as the girl laughed merrily. "Kasai-san. All the girls are close friends to me."
Fyrus frowned. "You serious? You look like a couple to me."
The girl smiled softly. "Thank you."
Fyrus flushed, feeling silly. "Uh, anyways. I'm terrible with names. You were?"
The girl giggled. "You can call me Moka. All the others do and I'd feel weird if you were the only one in our group being all formal."
Fyrus felt a little odd calling any girl by a first name. He had only done that with one other girl before. "If you say so, though it's not like I'm in your group."
Tsukune frowned. "Why do you say that?"
Fyrus shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, well. I'm not even in your club."
Tsukune smiled. "I wouldn't worry about that. We've never turned down help before and I don't think we'd start now."
Fyrus smiled, feeling a bit relieved. "Okay then. So, is Moka your favorite?"
The air quickly became heavy, oppressive and bitter cold. Fyrus winced in pain, knowing there was no way this was normal. He turned about wildly, looking for some cause of this discomfort.
Tsukune's teeth chattered as his pace quickened. "We should quickly move onto class. We don't want to be late."
Fyrus needed no encouragement to move quickly from this uncomfortable place. In less than a minute they finally stepped into their familiar homeroom. Sadly that cold source felt like it had deliberately followed after them. Fyrus had checked a couple times, but there was nothing to be seen. Even now, he saw nothing that would explain the frigid temperature.
And then it was gone.
He frowned, glancing about, confused.
"Tsukune!"
Turning about, he saw that the blue haired girl had latched onto Tsukune's free arm. The girl pouted at Tsukune. "Why are you so late?"
Tsukune laughed, visibly tugging but unable to get either arm free. He nodded back to Fyrus. "He had to talk to the teacher after class."
This one he did remember as a Kuru or Kuro something. It was hard not to remember her, since she was dripping with sexual appeal.
She regarded him with an impish grin. "Oh, already starting trouble? You look the sort that would get a detention the first day of school."
Fyrus rolled his eyes at her remark and clapped mockingly. "Ha ha, bravo. I did too."
The bell rang after Fyrus said that. He walked back to where his seat was located in the back. Math was one of Fyrus's worst subjects. His brain ran in a more creative way than an academic one. It was just the way he was when it came to school. He hoped he wouldn't be called on by the teacher. He always got nervous when that happened.
Miss Ririko walked in after everyone had found their seats and the room was quiet.
"Well class, sorry I'm late. I had to deal with a little disturbance in the hall."
She had long, brown hair and was very attractive, though her attire hardly seemed appropriate for a teacher. So many buttons of her blouse were undone that she may as well take the damn thing off. Her skirt may have been longer than the uniform for the girls, but it was visibly tighter about her womanly hips. To make things worse, her dressy black socks had lacy black straps of fabric clipped to them. These bands stretched up her legs to parts unseen, letting the imagination run wild as to what sort of lingerie she wore beneath that curve hugging skirt.
Math was hard enough to keep his focus. This was only going to be a huge distraction.
At least his homeroom teacher had possessed something resembling common sense. She may have been somewhat of a ditz, but at least she could reasonably be thought of as a normal human teacher with her normal decor.
Ms. Kagome started out with calling the roll. Then, without any warnings, she dove into her lecture, scribbling complex geometric and isometric sequences on the board that may as well have been in a arabic.
Fyrus had no clue what the question was or the process on how to solve any of it. It looked like a bunch of numbers and letters without any rhyme or reason. It would be far easier to figure out how many more buttons had to be removed before her blouse was no longer able to contain her assets.
Then, the worst happened. The teacher looked directly at Fyrus.
"Kasai-san. Will you answer this new question?" She pointed to the new problem on the chalkboard.
Fyrus groaned, looking about the room for support. Moka's attention was directed at the teacher while Mizore was staring down at that journal he had rescued earlier today. Was she even serious about this?
A wave caught his attention, and he saw Tsukune giving him an encouraging gesture. Noting his attention, the blue haired wench held one hand up like she was gripping something. She then hung her head back, letting her tongue loll out.
Fyrus smirked, shaking his head.
"Is there a problem, Kasai-san?" The teacher asked him, redirecting his attention.
"Not right at the moment, sensei." Fyrus sighed, getting to his feet. He walked up to the board and stared at the mammoth of a problem he was facing. He hoped some stroke of genius would come crashing through his brain by the time he arrived.
He held the chalk and stared at the board. What the hell was he going to do now? He was in the front of the class and had no clue what he was looking at. It was eerily like the first time he had watched a pornographic film from his uncle's private stash when he was only eight.
Uncle, what is this? Oh, uh, um, that's a movie about making babies. Yeah, right. In a convoluted way.
"Kasai san?"
Fyrus sighed. He wrote something on the board in big, all capital letters: I DON'T KNOW.
While several students laughed, the teacher clearly was not amused.
He smiled sheepishly. "What? Technically that's an answer."
"That's a shame. I may need to teach you privately to catch you up with the rest of the class, don't I?" She straightened out her glasses. Fyrus didn't like what she said and how she said it. "You may return to your seat."
"Crap." He cursed under his breath after he had walked far enough away that he doubted she would hear him. Sighing, he sat down heavily in his desk.
She turned to the rest of the class. "Anybody know the answer?"
Fyrus had a horrible idea and raised his hand.
The teacher smiled condescendingly. "Yes, Kasai-san?"
"Sensei, I think she does." He pointed over in Tsukune's direction, fairly sure the teacher would pick up either on Mizore's inattentiveness or the blue haired girl's silliness. "Hah, revenge." He muttered to himself.
"Ms. Kurono."
The blue haired one looked about wildly. She quickly stood up.
"The answer."
Kurono favored him with a mild pout. She then smiled to the teacher. "But Kasai-san already gave you my answer."
Fyrus laughed a little bit, but most of the class laughed more. "Anybody else?" The teacher started to look impatient.
Moka raised her hand. "I know it, sensei." Moka stood up in her desk and walked over to the chalkboard and promptly wrote off an answer in the same nonsensical glyphs the question had been framed in. Once finished, she set the chalk down and rubbed her hands together to get the chalk off her fingers.
"Excellent work, Akashiya-san. Maybe you can show the class a thing or two about math." The teacher looked pleased.
As Moka returned to her seat, many of the guys in the room adored her with compliments and praises. It mostly consisted of phrases like, "She's so hot!", and "She's so smart!" and "Tsukune is so lucky!".
There was even a couple sentiments that bothered Fyrus, as if Tsukune should not be with such a lovely girl. Fyrus sulked at such comments, thinking that was more befitting the human world where fairness did not exist. A good guy like Tsukune should be with a good girl. The fact the two were a couple was proof that here in this academy, a monster could get the happiness they deserved.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the teacher went back to her lecture. He propped his elbow on his desk, resting his cheek on his palm. He stifled a yawn but doubted he would fall asleep. She probably would not call on him again after establishing he could not answer a question, but there was no guarantee of that. He could not fall asleep. But, as all fighters have a limit, Fyrus reached his and face planted the desk. When the bell rang finally, Fyrus wasn't awake to hear it.
Tsukune walked over to him and poked him. "Great, Fyrus fell asleep again. Fyrus, wake up!"
"No, I didn't mean to do it!" Fyrus screamed, waking instantly, and shocking the whole group.
"Are you alright, Fyrus?" Moka asked him. Fyrus caught what he had just said, and tried to come up with a quick excuse.
"N-nothing! I'm fine!" Fyrus laughed. "Call it a reflex, I guess." Which was a lie. They couldn't understand.
Moka smiled. "Well, in that case, we should go and get to the meeting, right?"
"Great." Fyrus said, getting out of his seat. "Lets all go then."
They all walked out of the room, with Fyrus lagging behind. He watched them all talk, laugh, and have fun as they walked. Oh, how familiar the sight was to Fyrus. "It's like Arashi and her all over again..." Fyrus muttered.
He cut that thought short when he saw Mizore appear. Well, about time that she showed up. A little more than a thank you would be nice, sticking my neck out to get some journal, or whatever. You know what? I'm gonna say something to her about that.
He quickened the step in his pace, to catch up with Mizore. The cold that came from her was just a like if you got hit by a skunk and had to deal with the smell all day.
"Uh...Hi, Mizore-san." Fyrus said to her. He got nothing from her.
"Earth to Mizore-san, do you copy, over?" Still nothing from her. This was starting to get annoying. "Hellooooooo?" He waved his hand in front of her. Finally, she decided to say something.
"...What do you want?"
"Are you okay?" Fyrus asked. Something had to be wrong with this girl, or he did something to her. He had to figure it out.
"...What do you mean by that?" She asked him.
"You won't say anything to me. If I did say or do something that offended you or made you mad in some way, then I'm sorry. I can see your worried or upset about something."
"I'm fine." Mizore said to Fyrus, cutting him off yet again. How rude can girls be?
Fyrus threw his hands up. "Okay, sorry. Just wanted to make sure you were okay, jeezus." He slowed down his pace, watching her walk away. "Dammit." Why do girls always have to be mad about something? I was only trying to be nice.
Tsukune saw him and walked back to him. "Hey Fyrus, what's up? You okay?"
Fyrus watched Mizore continue to walk away. "Mizore-san. What's up with her? She's not stoned or something, is she?"
Tsukune shrugged. "I really don't know. She hasn't said much to me today, either. I should try talking to her."
"Well, good luck with that. I tried that, and she shot me down like a missile."
"Huh?" Tsukune didn't get the reference.
Fyrus sighed, and went to join the rest of the group. "Nothing, nothing."
It took them 10 minutes to get down to the club meeting room, which actually turned out to be Shizuka-sensei's classroom. Fyrus noticed this and asked a question. "Uh, shouldn't we have a club room, or something?"
"We're getting one soon." Tsukune told him. "Feel free to find any seat you want."
"Nah, you people earned to be in those chairs. I'll stand." He yawned. It was only fair to them. "More members are gonna be here anyway, right?"
"Actually, no. We're probably the smallest club in the school." Yukari said, popping in from behind Fyrus, and walking into the room.
"Why's that?" Fyrus asked.
"We never really figured that part out. I guess they heard about the club before they came here." Kurumu replied.
"..What do you mean by that?"
"It's a long story. I'm sure you can ask Gin-senpai about it sometime." Tsukune said to Fyrus.
"Who? Is he like some sort of Japanese beer, or something?"
"If he was, at least he wouldn't talk. But, no he isn't. He's the club president, who's pretty much never here." Kurumu replied.
"If he's the club leader, then why isn't he here? Shouldn't the leader take the responsibilities?"
"He says that we handle the grunt work, and he supposedly looks for 'stories'." Tsukune made finger gestures.
"Sounds like an pain to be with." Fyrus said.
"I would have to disagree." A voice said from behind him.
"Sorry I'm late, everyone. I was taking some new photos for the paper." Ginei told them and walked to his seat. He had black hair and a red headband tied around his forehead. He had almost primal eyes, like some sort of animal.
"AGAIN." They all rolled their eyes as he sat down. He pointed at Fyrus. "So, what's with this guy?"
"He wants to help with the school paper." Tsukune told him. Ginei nodded.
"He knows that we don't just allow anybody into the group, right?"
Fyrus shoulder's slumped. "Let me guess: You want me to go get some sort of story, or something?"
"I mean, you got to prove to us you want to join the club, and not just here for.. you know..." He watched Ginei pointed to all the girls in the room. Kurumu bopped him in the shoulder. "Ow! Hey!"
"It's just a news club, what would I even have to do?" He asked Ginei.
"Well, I want to ask a few questions, first of all."
"That's it?"
"We'll see. First question: What is your name?" Ginei asked.
"Fyrus."
"Your full name."
"Fyrus Kasai."
"Why do want to join this club?"
"It sounded like a fun thing to get involved with."
"Are you willing to do anything for a story? Even risk your life?" Ginei said.
"Uh, what the hell..?" Fyrus looked at the others confused.
"Doing this is a dangerous job. we can't exactly say you won't come out safely."
"Alright, I'll guess that makes sense..." He told Ginei.
"How can you contribute to this club? What can you do?"
"Well, everyone tells me I'm a great artist..."
"You draw?" Mizore asked him.
"Yep, though how surprising that seems."
"Ok, go ahead."
Fyrus reached into his backpack and pulled out a large dark blue colored sketchbook. Ginei skimmed through the pages and then handed it back to him.
"Very nice. We could defintely use something like that." Ginei complimented.
"Thanks."
"One last question: What is your opinion on humans?"
"What kind of a question is that?" He asked.
"Nevermind the question, just answer it." Ginei said.
"Honestly, humans can go and suck it. I've had what some would call here the 'human treatement'."
"What happened, exactly?" Tsukune asked him, interested to hear his view.
"It's a long story. I won't go into details. Maybe later."
"Alright, thats about it." Ginei said.
"Well, can I join?"
"Everyone, all for Fyrus being on the Newspaper club?"
They all raised their hands, except for Mizore, who raised her hand last.
"All opposed?"
Not a single hand went up. Fyrus mulled over putting his hand up, but he missed his chance.
"Well, then. Your in." Ginei held out his hand to shake. Fyrus took the hand and shaked it firmly.
"Now, we can get back to buisness." He said to them and sat down. "I already have an idea of a headline for this weeks paper."
"Like what? The cataloge of girls you've seen over the last week? " Fyrus asked him. They all laughed.
"Don't tempt me, smartass." Ginei continued. Apparently a new student defeated three A class monsters this morning. They were talking about a man on "fire" who basically kicked their asses."
Fyrus tried his best to act suprised.
"Really? Wow."
"Not only that, but he put the three of them in the Nurse's office for all the burns they recieved."
"Well, I guess that's a story, wouldn't you say?" Fyrus laughed nervously.
"Are you ok, Fyrus?" Mizore asked him. "You seem...Odd."
"Who, me? Never! I just need to get some fresh air..." He said to himself and left the room and went outside.
"I'll go talk to him." Mizore sighed and went after him.
"That guy..." Yukari wondered.
"What are you talking about?" Moka asked her.
"He seemd very uptight and nervous when we started talking about the headline..." Kurumu reminded.
"You don't think..." Tsukune said.
"It's certainly possible." Ginei said.
Fyrus needed to get out of that room.
If any of them found out what I kind of monster I am... If Mizore found out what I am...
He ran to a far edge of the forest and stopped to take a breather. He walked to a old, rotten tree and decided to rest his back against it. He closed his eyes, but then opened them again, noticing it suddenly got very cold. Then he heard Mizore's voice on the opposite side of the tree.
"You ok?"
"AHHHHHH!" He screamed and doubled over. "Stop popping out of nowhere! You'll give me a heart attack!"
"Sorry. Force of habit." She told him. "What happened back there? Are you alright?"
"It's nothing. Just needed a breath of fresh air..."
"Fyrus." She replied. "I'm not stupid. Tell me what's wrong."
"I want to... But I just can't. Not yet." He said to Mizore. "You wouldn't understand."
"Aren't we friends, Fyrus? Don't you trust me?"
"Of course we're friends... But I can't tell you yet. For your sake, and the others." He warned her.
"Oh, isn't this just so romantic." A familar voice said. The figure popped put from their view.
"You gotta be freaking kidding me?! I kicked your ass!" Fyrus said.
"Yeah, it's me. And your gonna pay for beating the shit out of me and my friends this morning."
Fyrus and Mizore got up and he was instantly on his guard. He saw that it was only the leader.
"Where's your friends? Too big of cowards to show?" He remarked.
"There still in the hospital, covered in burns. Burns which you caused. Like I said; Your gonna pay for that you little shit."
Fyrus prepared to strike the first blow. He heard enough out of this idiot.
"But there is a way we can keep this civilized."
"You think I'm gonna believe that?" Fyrus smirked. "You must be an idiot."
"It's simple. Your going to be a good boy and hand over the girl."
"What?"
"Do it, and you won't come to any harm." He told him.
"Your retarded. Hell no!" Fyrus said, blocking her from him. "This is me and you. Get out of here, Mizore. I got this."
"I can't just leave you-"
"I did it before, I can do it again." His hands tensed up.
"Then prove it." He told him.
She heard enough. her hands turned into ice claws and ran at him. She struck first, but was shocked to she that her attack didn't leave a scratch. He turned into the ogre the moment she struck.
"Mizore! Look out! Trolls are immune to iced based attacks! Get out of the way!" Fyrus said and rushed to the front of her. The troll brought down his fists on Fyrus.
"FYRUS! NO!" She cried as the troll brought down his fists. She was sure he was dead, be the troll couldn't seem to raise his arms. Instead, he grabbed his arms in pain.
Fyrus got lucky. He had activated his Flaming katana as soon as the troll tried to touch him.
"Mizore! Go get help! I'll keep him distracted."
"But what about you?"
"I'll be fine! GO!" Fyrus he shouted while blocking some of the trolls attacks.
Mizore ran as fast as she could to go find help.
"Now that she's safe, I don't need to hold back any longer." Fyrus smirked.
Mizore kept running.
I hope Fyrus will be okay...
She ran back to the school to look for the rest of the gang. They were all leaving the building together when she ran up to them.
"Hey Mizore!" Tsukune said. "What's up?"
"Guys! I need your help!" She said frantically.
"With what? Whats happened?" Moka asked her.
"It's Fyrus! He's being attacked by one of the bullies Ginei mentioned earlier! He made it so that I could go get help!"
"Where?" Kurumu said. "Where is he, Mizore?"
"He's fighting him at the far edge of the forest! We need to hurry before something bad happens!"
"Right! Come on everyone! We have a friend who needs help!" Tsukune shouted and they all ran into the forest.
Fyrus was fighting a losing fight. Every little slash or cut he made against the troll just seemed to make it angrier.
"Stop moving! Your only preventing your death!" The troll growled.
"You know how cheesy that sounds!" He said and ran in for another blow. He jumped towards the trolls' chest for a final hit, but the troll slapped him aside. He landed flat on his chest. He knew without help, he'd be dead. He felt blood starting to trickle from his chest.
I had completely forgotten about the broken ribs I have. How are you getting out of this one, Fyrus?
He willed his body to get up, but he couldn't. The unbearble pain was too much. The best he could do was roll over and hope it was quick and painless.
He closed his eyes. Everything felt so cold... He hated the cold.
The troll let out a terrible roar.
"That's it? Is that the best you got?" He said and prepared for the final blow.
He slowly fell into a very, very deep sleep. But the sounds of a voice, multiple voices, brought him back.
"FYRUS! Fyrus, are you ok?!" It sounded muffled.
"Ughhh..." Fyrus said as he slowly opened his eyes. There, was Mizore,and everyone else right in front of him. He got to his knees and stood up, very slowly, but fell to his knees. Tsukune helped him up.
"You alright, Fyrus?"
"No, not really...Hurts to breathe." Fyrus said clutching his chest.
"You'll regret hurting our friend, you worthless bastard!" Kumuru shouted.
"If your little friend couldn't do it, you guys sure as hell can't!" He boasted.
"Moka! We're gonna ned some 'extra' help here!" Tsukune said and ripped off the rosary and Mokas' neck.
A swarm of bats came out of the blue and covered Moka from head to toe. When the flew off of her, she completely looked like a different person. She had long silver hair and blood red eyes. They all charged at the troll and began to fight, while Fyrus stayed low, holding his chest.
A Vampire?! That explains a lot. Fyrus was amazed. She shot towards the trolls' chest and literally went clean through it with her foot.
"Know your place!" Inner Moka said.
NOOOOOOO-" The troll screamed as it fell down. It shook the earth.
Inner Moka shot towards the ground, and landed back on her knees. She got up, and started walking towards the group.
"Fyrus? Are you-" Mizore said worried, running back over to him.
"I'm fine, Mizore." He said and looked ahead to meet Inner Moka's eyes. She walked toward him.
"Not bad. Holding him off until I got here to end it. We should duel, under different circumstances."
"I thought vampires were less accepting of lesser races." Fyrus asked her.
"We are, and I am. You, however, have some considerable skill, if any." She looked around to meet the group's gazes. She walked over to Tsukune and recieved the rosary from him. She put it back on and turned back into the pink-haired Moka. Tsukune grabbed Moka so she didn't fall.
Fyrus's blood started to come out of his mouth.
"Fyrus-" Mizore saw as he fell to his knees, then onto his back. They all crowded around him.
"Fyrus?! What's wrong?" Mizore shook him.
"He's lost a lot of blood. look at the whole in his chest. He most likely broke a few ribs." Yukari answered. " We need to get him to the Nurse's office."
"And fast." Kurumu said.
They grabbed him and hurried inside, hoping he would be ok.
I managed to write this all in 1 day. Thanks to all the reviews and my family for the extra support. Again, please rate and review fairly!
