There will be no author's note nor reviewer's responses tonight, since it's like 3:15 in the morning and I have classes. So many of you requested that you wanted to see his true power already (or perhaps you can't wait for it), so here's a little sneak preview on his power. It may be a tad overpowered though...

Footsteps through the grass…

It was the first sound that was heard when Ichika entered the forest area. On his back, he carried an older woman, unconscious ways away from the general public so that nobody can find him. It wasn't a smooth carry though. The bumping around began to shake the unconscious woman, and before you knew it, she groaned.

"E-Egh… w-wha…?"

Slowly but surely the woman opened her eyes, her head pounding from the nightmare she just witnessed. It was about being beaten by a man she was supposed to easily assassinate. Apparently, this boy has an IS, something that men were not able to pilot, and easily defeated her with it. Not only that, but not even the great Brunhilde was able to save her, as she and her two officers witnessed her IS falling apart before their eyes. What a nightmare, indeed. Oh boy, her colleagues will be having a field day with her tonight at the bar-.

Wait.

…

"H-Huh?! W-where am I? Who's carrying me?!" The pilot looked around her frantically as she only saw darkness and blades of grass on the floor. Her thoughts on what was happening were cut short when she was lifted and roughly thrown to the ground.

"Oof!" She grunted as she landed right on the base of the tree. Her naked back on the bark felt alien to her as she looked upwards. Her heart stopped for a moment before she began to panic. Right in front of her was the source of her five-minute nightmare, staring at her. If looks could kill, she would have been dead within nanoseconds with the force of a thousand suns.

"M-M-Muh-Muh-M-Muh…!"

She stuttered at the testosterone nightmare just glared at her huddled form. She tried to blend into the tree to hide away, feeling so vulnerable now, until she saw a flash of ethereal blue in the night.

SLAM!

The ethereal claw that she saw coming out of the boy gripped her and wrapped her around with the tree. Hoping anybody was around during this time, especially her idol Chifuyu, she screamed her loudest, until her voice became raspy. The man in front of her however, did not flinch or wince at the horror the woman was going through. All there was on his face was a stare, with his eyes red with black… things around it, making her deathly experience even more terrifying. It felt like the third hand could crush her bones any time it wishes, and she did not want to die.

But… it didn't feel like anything was moving.

Ichika's eyes fell on her chest… well, more specifically her stomach areas where there was a crest on the woman's tight suit. It looked like an L shape, with a tiara on the horizontal line. On the vertical line, there were decals that gave the allusion that the L was dashing across. It only meant one thing about this woman:

'Loyalists…'

Everything was silent, even the screams died down. Only a minute passed, but it felt like an eternity to the captive. However, right before she spoke, a deep voice came from the young man's mouth.

"Who are you…?" Ichika's voice ran through the wood, looking like he was speaking to the woman.

"M-Me? I-I'm…"

"At least do a better job at staring behind my head. Come out!" Ichika's voice snapped her out of her fear and craned her head behind the man. Out came a black-cloaked figure with a turtleneck collar and exposed shoulders, standing a little shorter than her captor. However, her face… looked just like Chifuyu.

"B-Brunhilde…?" The assassin muttered, obviously perturbed by the different eyes that instead of being hardened, they were sad, curious, fearful, and full of love. Nothing like what she has seen from the amazon hero.

"Onii-chan… I'd knew you would be here…" The lookalike muttered, her hazel eyes primarily focused on her brother in blood. His head never turned around, obviously showing his disinterest to interact.

"Who are you…?" Ichika repeated his question again. The girl bristled herself, but stood firm.

"You don't remember? I'm your twin sister… Madoka…" Madoka quietly answered, as her shoulders stiffened around her neck. She wanted to see her brother in so long, and now… in this stage in his life… he looks so… I dunno…

Rugged? Hardened? Heartless…?

"…" Ichika said nothing, obviously not turning his neck around. Madoka probably did not see it, but the assassin held the same glare as it has been for the last while. However, there was some… feeling of intensity rousing inside of him.

"O-Onii-chan…"

"What makes you think I'm not going to mutilate you on the spot?" Ichika suddenly asked… more like subtly barked out… to his twin sister. Her eyes widened at the direct threat, but she kept her cool from the interruption.

"…"

"…Well?"

"…U-Uh…"

"No answer?"

"…"

No answer indeed, which gave all the confirmation that Madoka really didn't think this through. Ichika would indeed literally mutilate her, and he will do it with a smile on his face.

"…Fine." Madoka looked up surprised, to see Ichika craning his neck to her, with his red eye glowing ominously. Killing intent flooded the area, causing Madoka to be on guard. "I'll give a little... demonstration then…" His right hand began to glow an ominous black. Miasma spilled out from his hand and coated it, with occasional red lightning sparking around. With a burst of speed and reflex, his hand roughly grabbed the assassin's frightened head, and whispered two words:

Zenrei Kuikorosu. (1)

Suddenly the woman screamed an ear-splitting scream, her eyes rapidly dilating and rolling to the back of her head. Her body was being enveloped in a black-crimson aura, as she felt like her soul is being ripped out of her body. Never has the assassin felt the excruciating pain at all sides of her body, or rather she wished for the sweet feeling of the usual torturous pain compared to the 'Hell on Earth' she was being subjected to. With that said, Ichika yanked hard and pulled out the soul of the woman out of her body, ripping any sense of life out of the woman as she crumpled on the floor. It was crumpled like a puppet, with the strings cut loose and she ceased to function.

Madoka can only watch in horror of this brutal otherworldly technique. The soul, in question, that was pulled out looked like a gray orb, being squeezed in the black hand of Ichika. Crushing the actual orb into the palm, Ichika closed his eyes, integrating the memories and information of the assassin in question into his own. Finally, learning about what he wants, he thrusts his hand to the right, the miasma and black aura dissipating. As to what happened to the soul, when it gets severed from the body and released from one's hold, it loses its tether to the mortal plane…

Thus releasing it sends it into oblivion, never to exist again.

Ichika opened his eyes and turned around, his blue ethereal third arm dissolving into nothing. His eyes lost the Sharingan, but the coal black still held much of the threat that he has backing up. Looking back at the dismantled body, he snapped his fingers and the body burst into flames. The flames roared, but it didn't spread to the trees or grass, almost like it was burning hot glue. His head turned back at the startled Madoka and hardened his gaze.

"Best beware… loyalist."

And with that line said, he walked off back to the dorms. Madoka kept her eyes on Ichika's walking form, not caring about the burning corpse.

"You've changed… Onii-chan…"

.o0o.

"…"

The silence was unbearable for one person, her shoulders tensed and tucked into her neck. Her eyes found the ground much more interesting than the glaring man standing on the rooftop, awaiting impatiently for any words. Anything was better than being near the woman. Since she wasn't going to speak anything, he might as well speak first.

"I-Ichika…" She hoped that it would at least calm the storm that would erupt, but the opposite happened.

"…What do you want… spawn of Shinonono?"

"S-Spawn?!" Houki froze, her insides freezing inside her as she heard what Ichika has called her. Her longtime friend… called her that?

"…" He did not stutter.

It was easy to break the poor girl's spirit through the three-word insult. Her eyes nearly went hollow, and she shivered from fear, or from hear heart encased in dry ice. Her best friend and childhood crush that she has not seen in years because of forceful drastic separation… be replaced by this man filled with hatred and anger towards her and her kind. What happened to his happy smiles? What happened to his concerning natures and caring attitude? They were all burned away from the Purge of Society, leaving away a husk of a man who has killed. He was forced to willing step into the throes of death and suffering.

He was a man who had his world crushed. Nothing was left, except for the shadows of rage and hatred embodied, like a cornered animal.

"D-Do not c-call me by th-that name…!" She managed to stutter out, but the glare came down her even more harshly. There wasn't anything left in his eyes. Just a black void that can't ever be nurtured to be kind anymore. Barely concealed emotions threatening to explode and attack.

"You're still a damn spawn… Shinonono…" The blunt barking response made her step back a little out of hurt. Just thinking about it in Ichika's head makes him want to burn someone. "You shouldn't be so embarrassed or humble about being a Shinonono, the one who created the instruments of mass destruction that slaughtered billions. That's who you are after all forever onwards." The rest of the response was through Ichika's snarl, as he turned and walked away. The black-haired boy's gritted teeth was easily a sign of resentment. Houki couldn't even bear to look at his hollow eyes anymore. She wanted to retort, but no words can form in her mouth.

Only anger. Pure, unadulterated anger. Towards her sister. 'No… NO! I didn't want it to be like this! Why does everything have to be ruined?!'

"ICHI-!" She called out, nearly in tears. However, the boy was nowhere to be seen. The door leading to the lower floors were open, so he must have left. That alone left a big hole in her heart, love missing from her life. The anger leaving her, she slumped to the floor, her hands covering her eyes, as she cried. How did it come to this?

It was just almost perfect back in their younger days. Ichika, the orphan and athlete, Houki, the kendo student and caring girl. Always together, always happy with friends surrounding them…

Gotanda Dan…

Gotanda Ran…

Yuki-onii-chan and his rag-tag gang of loyal misfits…

And their promise between the two friends that they would become married when they grow up.

Ruined. The memories all in a burning scrapbook, ruined because of her sister. Just her sister and her sick twisted ways.

'Damn you, Tabane…' Her heart pumped loudly. 'You caused all this. You've ruined my perfect life with Ichika! You ruined his life and changed him! Damn you! And the IS!"She screamed loudly in her head, wiping the tears away furiously.

.o0o.

The class still hasn't started yet, but Ichika was already there, sitting at the corner seat and watching the outside world. The girls who were seated 10 minutes ago are now in groups talking with each other, gossiping about different things or giggling about God-knows-what. Although, Ichika did train himself in the art of eaves-dropping on information, so he did listen in on what's going on.

"Did you hear about the new 3DS game?! I hear they're bringing back the Nintendogs! Ohhhhh I'm so excited! I really wanna pet a new Labrador! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Next.

"I can't wait for the new sale coming on in the new department store! I hope they got those heels I ordered!" Next.

"Hey, you heard about the lunch ladies? I hear they're making a grand surprise dish for the new guy! I wonder, what are they making? I hope its cake, or maybe Turkish Delight!"

'Note to self, stay away from the mess hall.' Ichika duly noted. While it would be delicious, he would be wide open to poisons and manufactured toxins in the frosting or nanomachines from the cake bread itself. Plus, he hates sweets.

"Excuse me! Do you have a moment?" A noble voice interrupted his thoughts on the hate of sweet things. He tried to coolly ignore the voice on his right, because he has heard those kinds of voices countless amounts of times.

It was the voice of the arrogant.

"…" Ichika did not reply and that set off the fuse.

"Excuse me! How rude and uncouth of you to ignore me!" She sternly barked the young man, failing to do so when he did not respond a second time. The blond curly-haired girl growled and slammed both hands on the desk.

"YOU! STOP IGNORING ME!"

The loud bang on the desk was the only sound that was heard for the next 5 seconds. All the girls turned their heads at the banging sound and realized it was the Candidate of Great Britain that demanded at least a single word from the gentleman sitting at the corner. This time, Ichika turned his head towards the side, looking at Cecilia with disinterest. The blonde girl kept her steely blue-eyed gaze at his figure, but when she looked in his eyes, her face did not falter. However, there was a slight dust of pink on her cheeks while looking at the eyes. However within a second, although it felt like ten minutes to everybody else, he looked back outside, obviously indifferent, causing many sweatdrops to appear.

'Is he trying to make her angrier?' The bystanders thought to themselves as it looked like the British girl was ready to explode before the afternoon bell went off, snapping everybody's attention away. Obviously the blond wanted to finish what she wanted to say, but she just stomped away, huffing. The boy did not move a muscle, relegating to just sit down and stay quiet, while everybody else shifted around, either leaving or entering the classroom, and sitting down. Conversations still flew around, albeit to a lesser degree.

'More bearable at least…' Ichika thought, although everybody was back at staring at him with stars in their eyes. It made him tense and angry.

.o0o.

"U-Um… Mr. U-Uchiha… We still need to decide o-on a c-class r-representative, s-so p-please… don't l-leave." Yamada shakily demanded, making Ichika stop right at the door and draining his hopes about leaving this estrogen-high classroom. He planned to cook himself lunch and remind himself about taking the long away around the mess hall, and he planned to do so quickly. Everybody was surprised by the amount of speed he projected, while Chifuyu in the room was silently impressed. She still had her steely gaze though.

"…" Ichika did not return to his seat though, opting to look at the homeroom teacher like she was crazy or trying to assert her authority and failing to do so. So instead, he just backed away from the door slightly and leaned against the wall, awaiting what she had to say.

"Excuse me, Yamada-sensei, but… what is a class representative?" One of the students asked, confused on what exactly these special students do. Yamada smiled before explaining.

"Et tu… The class representative is about as basic as you can get. She (or he) will not only compete in the upcoming tournaments, but will also attend meetings with the student council and the committee in order to bring up issues, settle disputes or plan large festivities for holidays or sessions with important figures." Yamada explained, adding a stunned 'whoa' from most of the students. It was also noted that she explained all of this without a stutter. Ichika barely listened and insisted he stopped this rambling, until Chifuyu spoke in place of the mint-haired teacher.

"Essentially the role of class rep is acting as a leader for your class. When you participate in tournaments, you will be gauged on how well you perform and what abilities you can demonstrate to the higher-up instructors and even the headmistress herself. It will also encourage you to work harder and strive to become strong alongside your IS. Do I make myself clear?" The instructor demanded a 'Yes ma'am' or at least an 'Understood'. However, all she got were squeals from her students, wanting to be scolded harder or coming from Hokkaido in order to at least encounter her. At least her hazel eyes caught Ichika listening, albeit half-heartedly. It did put a ghost of a smile on her face, but with a slam of her hand on her desk did she quiet everybody down.

"S-So… who would you g-girls a-and boy like t-to nominate?" Yamada stuttered, after feeling kind of inferior to Chifuyu's manner of speaking. Immediately, one hand rose.

"Sensei, I would like you nominate Ichika Uchiha!" She nominated, making Ichika grip his hand harder.

"Yeah, I nominate her too!" Another agreed.

"Good idea!"

"I agree!"

"He looks strong! He can lead our class to victory!"

"Ichika as class leader can work!"

The room became lively in conversation as all the students sans Ichika agreed that the only boy should be the class rep. He had the urge and the want to yell out his declination, hopefully scaring them out of voting for him before it becomes official, but rather he took a more civilized approach.

"I refuse."

"I-Ichika, I-I'm sorry but t-the one who has b-been nominated cannot r-refuse…"

'Tsk… I'm guessing that freedom does not exist in the school of IS.' He thought to himself, his toes in his combat shoes curling with disgust, and his gaze becoming harder and harder. He growled quietly to himself as a migraine wrapped itself around his head and pulsing in pain from the situation he was forced on him.

How he wanted to escape this classroom and just lay in bed.

Houki, who was on the other side of the classroom, looked at him worryingly. While she was still distressed from her reunion with Ichika gone entirely wrong, she still kept her gaze on him. He looked like he required a good painkiller for his head, judging from his rubbing actions.

"Wait just a moment! I refuse to accept this!"

A voice broke out from the noisy environment and everybody turned to the blonde Britain Representative. She slammed on her desk terminal and locked her enraged eyes with Ichika. He looked back, obviously prepping himself against an oncoming threat. Now that he got a better look on her, he can tell she was a foreigner just from her prim and proper English attitude.

"I may have been holding back on my declaration, but this… farce of an election is absolutely unacceptable that you would nominate an extinct monkey as a representation to our classroom!" The blonde-haired girl declared, using her volume and her 'authority' she had as a class representative to make her point 'justifiable'. Ichika gritted his teeth, madly offended and disappointed by her speaking skills. It made her look like a child. Chifuyu shook her head and sighed before looking at Ichika's eyes. The amazon lady had a feeling she had to step back for this, since she wanted to see how her little brother would react to this.

"Besides, it's only logical that since I'm Britain's representative that I be class rep, in terms of ability after all!" She began to adopt a pose that involved puffing her chest and posing to the audience. "It would not help if this dirty ape here was chosen all because of his rare breed and not for his mediocre abilities! Cecilia Alcott will not-!"

SLAM!

A second later, Cecilia found herself on her desk, her head being forced down on its side by a blistered hand with a killer grip, and her arms locked and wrapped on her back with another strong grip. Her body was being forced onto the terminal, courtesy of yours truly finally causing her to shut up. If she continued, he knew it would take a turn for the worse, probably using crude and anger-driven words and insults before everybody found her annoying.

"H-Hey! Let go of me, you animal!" Cecilia squealed under Ichika's grip, as his body over hers scoffed. In real life, no one was going to wait for you, or care about your so-called honour. It was only a matter of kill or be killed.

'Rule 1: Never take your eyes off of your opponent.'

They never changed at all.

"…Your kind never changed after all…" He snarled out, obviously disturbing the surrounding students. While, yes, Ichika was in the entire right to stop Cecilia even if he had to use excessive force, they did not know if he took it too far.

"H-Huh?" Cecilia stuttered, stopping the struggle and trying to decipher on what he was trying to say, but instead she was lifted from the terminal…

…only to yelp as she was instantly slammed on the desk again, this time with double the force.

'Rule 2: Stopping your struggle is a weakness policy and a sign of surrender.'

"Ichika, that's enough!" Chifuyu finally thinks that he has done enough physical threats to prove his point. She dashed over and removed his arm from pinning her head and crushing it like a watermelon. Ichika looked up, his eyes staring at Chifuyu something fierce. She did not falter, but she could detect the pain incredibly deep within his eyes. After a few seconds, he shoved off Chifuyu's arms away from his arm, while simultaneously letting go, albeit roughly, on Cecilia's arms. However, the Alcott scion still had words.

"Fine then! If that's the way you want it, then it's a duel!" Cecilia exasperatedly challenged the boy standing a couple of feet away from him. The students gasped at this, hoping that their hero and Adonis can save them from this British motor-mouth's arrogance. Chifuyu however, smirked, knowing that if her brother wanted to let out some steam, this was his chance to do that. Plus, as her older sister, she has to see how far her younger brother has come. Nothing wrong with that right? Right?

Houki just stared at Ichika silently. She sighed as this was not how he used to defend himself or others. Usually he follows up with other threats and counter-threats that were cleverly used to make the bullies or those dickheads spinning around like fools, or settle the issue peacefully. However this one… he just jumps straight into the action, immediately pinning the British girl down. What happened to his words? The way he has done it was so… ruthless.

Ichika himself however, had a challenging glare in his eyes, obviously interested in beating some sense into the girl and sending her green arrogant-filled spirit into the Seventh Circle of Hell. He opened his mouth, and, to the shock of many of the listeners, his voice sounded different.

"…Where and what time?" It sounded so… energized. Before it sounded dead and disinterested, but now the spark has been found and ignited. Houki recognized that flame.

'His own competitive spirit…? But… why is it appearing now?'

"I'll arrange it. Monday next week at the stadium, at 11:00am sharp. Is that clear?" Chifuyu interjected the tense situation, stating the times and the location. Cecilia nodded, while Ichika did not react to her instructor at all.

"Fine! But it's best to save yourself the humiliation, animal!" Cecilia shot at Ichika, who did not care at the slightest. However, the slightest, darkest killer intent rose, intimidating and scaring the poor blonde, and pooled out of Ichika's body.

"…Whether you be there or not, I will still rip you to shreds, whore." Ichika insulted back, with Cecilia becoming flabbergasted. However, before she could retort, she saw those red glowing eyes, with the three 'commas' spinning around. She knew that he would follow up on his threat, but she couldn't let him have the last laugh.

"Don't think so-!" Cecilia began her second insult, but Ichika then opened his mouth too.

"-highly of yourself!" They both said at the same time. However, by the time she finished, she noticed how Ichika mimicked on what she was about to say. Chifuyu noted that too, widening her eyes at what appeared to be…

'…telepathy?' No… there was no way Ichika could be some sort of clairvoyant.

"Hey, stop-!"

"-copying me!" They both said again, agitating the poor blonde, but before that, Ichika spilled out more killer intent. Some of the students, who were obviously confused at what Ichika was doing, nearly fainted or wetted themselves from the pressure. Cecilia managed to stop herself and cower, but before she spoke again, Ichika's index and middle finger jabbed lightly and looked at right directly with his Sharingan eyes spinning ever so slowly and threateningly.

'Rule 3: If someone challenges you, make sure to leave a lasting impression.'

"…I see your future… you fate… whore…" Ichika stated, scaring the living organs out of everybody. A proud girl like Cecilia Alcott, reduced to a quivering 5-year-old. Ichika's eyes then glowed red and stared at her menacingly, before saying his final phrase:

"I see your death…"

(1) Zenrei Kuikorosu - Whole Soul Devouring.

I do not own Infinite Stratos.

To save space and not waste a chapter, I moved the long AN to the previous chapter.

This isn't a new chapter sorry guys! However, this is more or less the author's notes from last chapter! Sorry, I made the chapter at around 3am, because I had the biggest brown note plus inspiration ever! Hehehehehe... sorry. But hear me out! This is also a bit of a discussion pad! Where I discuss ideas and why I chose this or why I lean to this or why I'm confused on what to choose.

Anyway, how did you like the fourth chapter?

For those who were curious about the move Zenrei Kuikorosu, it means Whole Soul Devouring. While it is an original Sharingan move, it is NOT however a move I came up with. I give credit to the author of A Son Forgotten, which is a really good read btw if you like Naruto. Basically it is a soul-removing ability that Ichika uses to tear away the soul, look through most of the memories and can either do three things with it. Throw it away, thus destroying the soul and sending it into oblivion since it requires a human body to survive in the mortal coil, or keep it inside your hand, giving you access to all the memories Ichika could not access, but it integrates a small bit of the soul within himself, or shove the soul back into the body. So I'm actually not proficient in Japanese, nor do I have a good translator. Do you guys know a good translator? If so, you can send the name to me via review or PM.

Anyway, the main thing I wanted to discuss is about the story progression. All of you guys have been giving me good suggestions and ideas, but many of you from the Chapter 3 reviews requested that I portray the dark Ichika who destroys the entire human race and the planet with it (exaggeration, but that's what I got). Plus, you guys seemed quite eager to see Perfect Susanoo Ichika. Let me tell you something: with the way the world is portrayed in The Curse of Hatred, it's going to be much much harder than it looks. So creating the dark Ichika portraying him as an unfathomable dick and a monster, even worse than the women who slaughtered most of mankind, is hard because of reasons.

I don't think it was Sir Juis Hi's intention to actually create something like that, since the world he/I/maybe LuciferReborn95 built the world where most of the women wished to be forgiven. If I wanted Ichika to be the destroyer of all worlds, then the setting would most likely be the one from Avenging His Brother by ServantOfTheEmpress. Probably one of the most darkest IS world settings I've ever seen in that fanfic, where the women actually enjoyed slaughtering men for the fuck-knows-why. That's the thing. If the women did not learn their lesson and enjoyed doing this, then yes, I would have made Ichika the destroyer of worlds. But what I am aiming for, is actually half of that reason. The world I made was at least somewhat wanting for him to forgive them, even though some of them had no hand to it (ever heard of "sons/daughters must bear the heavy sins of their fathers/mothers?") and that creates the emotion of forgiveness. That was one half of the good side, the ones who want him to trust them yet again, even after taking everything away from him. The other half are the "Loyalists", the new group of people that I have created. For those who don't know, they think that all men should die and are stinkin perverts and that they are the ones who caused the zoonotic disease back in chapter 1 (which is horseshit by the way). If Ichika wants to make himself useful, he would aim and channel all of that hatred towards them. I plan for these guys to have a huge role in the story. But like I said: it could be possible that Ichika can change and become a destroyer of all mankind, but it would not be justified if everybody suffered, would it? Besides, is ALL women the true villain? Or perhaps... some men had a hand in it?

Also, the "Loyalists" are the qualities I actually hate the most out of everything in real life. They are basically "radical feminists" or "feminazis" for those who don't know. However, I will stress that there is a huge difference between feminists and feminazis. Feminists look for equality that they did not have in the past centuries and millenia. Feminazis on the other hand are females who look to stomp on male rights and act as if they know everything in a ripe age of X amount of years in the mortal coil (because they can never be right, just like all of us since we're human). Overall, just get along with females like they are your homeys (or polite friends you wish to be a gentleman to), and they'll be cool with it, not cool with it, or easily be insulting, snarky and arrogant about it, which is how you know who is radical feminist or not.

However, I may consider doing an anti-hero renegade Ichika motif on him instead. Since it may be loved by the two audiences, then it may work. I just don't know how to begin with it, since I'm almost close to finishing the "White Expressions Template".

Third thing on the list: harems. Everybody's asking me WHY NO HAREMS?! Because of two reasons. One, I'm not confident enough or a skilled enough writer to write a harem in the story. I shake my head every time someone criticizes my work unfairly or whines about why this isn't good or this girl not in the harem yet or perhaps the dialogue is too damn stewpid to even be considered a good harem fanfic. I talked with a friend and he agrees with my sentimentality, but if people do harp on my skills as a writer, it affects me and it will affect my writing greatly, to the point of me abandoning. Ain't cool man. Two, if people want me to create a world where Ichika kills everybody, THEN WHY DOES ICHIKA NEED HAREMS?! Would they even accept him if he murdered 95% of the female population?! He doesn't like women anyway, so why does he require a harem?! Sure he can get a fanbase or fangirls and he would mind to the point of shooing them away with a knife or smelly boot, but a harem? It doesn't fit the setting, unless you guys are looking for a hero Ichika. Are you guys actually looking for a hero Ichika? That... could work... but you never know!

Last thing on the list: whether to make a hero Ichika or a destroyer Ichika. Truth be told, I actually wanted to do a separate story, or issue a challenge to anybody to create a complete destroyer Ichika (other than Kerlongst, but his protagonist wasn't Ichika). I'll be waiting!

tl:dr I'M CONFUSED AS TO WHERE PEOPLE WANT THIS STORY TO GO! And for the record, SO AM I! EVIL?! GOOD?! HAREMS?! FEMINAZIS?! Read the paragraphs then!

Anyway, let me know if you guys want to add suggestions in the reviews or discuss ideas to me with PMs. Tell me what you think, what you want to know or discuss, or just talk to me! I'm an easy going guy! DO NOT SPAM ME HOWEVER! I will ignore you if you do that!

One last thing, I should respond to your reviews!

Chapter 3 Reviewer Responses (not responding to any harem questions at all):

Element-OverLord: Dark side... Hmmmm, that depends on what provokes him. At this point, Ichika is incredibly calm in nature, so it is hard to find someone who can really set him off. Unless I make it so! Doing the "Anarchy" route would just make him a rebel. Honestly, he isn't strong enough to deal with a lot of strong threats. Chifuyu he could take on, but the entire IS school would easily curbstomp him. Nobody said both sides cannot fight fair. Also, Tabane is in the story, but I don't know how to portray her. It's kind of hard to do it intelligently. Also, you can expect Perfect Susanoo at the penultimate end of the story.

Guest: This comment alone made me consider whether to do a hero or an infamous route. Congratulations, you officially turned the tides with your words alone.

Tenzalucard123: Why Chifuyu is called a whore? It's because she "sold herself to a family that would take her in, but not Ichika when he was a baby". That's why she was considered a whore to Ichika.

Kerlongst Evert Orlejov: Well, you did re-ignite the passion with your short story, my friend! You're one of the few who chant for realistic non-OP Ichika XD.

XxMikeyXx: Thanks! Also, the Sharingan and its upgrades and some of the moves that Ichika will pull with his IS will be all that I cross over.

Soledge1: Renegade anti-hero. Pretty good yet typical. It could work, but you will need a plotline that will help with that.

MrOreoMan: I appreciate the love you give, but I'm trying my damnedest to trying to figure out a good plotline for Evil Ichika. But if push comes to shove, I'll have to create a new setting for an evil version.

Fxtype 456: Thanks for your criticism! I do think Tatenashi is a great heroine, but she is also quite the tease to Ichika. She barely survived the first beating against the White Expressions version of Ichika, what makes you think she can survive this one? I do plan to make her an important character, just like the predecessor, but you never know.

Izayoi Hazuki: Yes I think the story is really good. I think the pairing will be undecided for now. Madoka has some things that involves her after all.

LuciferReborn95: What happened to your old username? ;A;

Chapter 4 Reviewer Responses:

Kerlongst Ever Orlejov: I appreciate that you care about my health! Don't worry, I'm regaining the sleep fast! At least for exam time... Also, I'm surprised you haven't commented about Zenrei Kuikorosu. It sounds so cool (on paper at least).

LuciferRebord95: I know what you are talking about. There are some people that really just got their happiness ruined and people clamour around and judge you and compare you to the haters. It really is unfortunate for Houki, which made me question whether or not I should do complete evil or an actual hero.

Element-OverLord: Yandere Madoka? When I see one of those doujins on a Hentai site or a fanfic about it then maybe.