Unrequited Love

Kapitel 4: Conflicted Emotions

A/N: Interesting character appears (not really) Can you guess the voice? And note, I'm horrible at fight scenes.

Disclaimer: Damn you Yuki Amemiya for owning 07–Ghost! Wait…if she didn't create it, then it wouldn't exist! Damn…


Kapitel 4: Conflicted Emotions

I found my group right outside the entrance to the examination room and joined them at the end of the line. As we went in, many of them glanced at me, making assumptions and aware of whom I was with prior to arriving. Their attention, however, was diverted back to our examiner as she spoke.

"You have to defeat the criminal. In other words, kill him. You have to work together, or else, you might really get killed!" she informed us as she pulled a lever to raise the bars to release the criminal.

"Yumiko, you stay back. Girls needn't fight, just leave it up to us guys," the boy in front of me stated.

I gave him a 'you can't be serious look' which he couldn't see. Did he really expect me to stand back and watch? But when I tried to make my move, an arm would block me and the male who the arm belonged to would give me a meaningful look. Gentleman's hospitality my ass, didn't they hear the proctor tell us to work together? At this rate I was never going to pass! I managed to push past the guy in front of me and move to the side just as the troll my group was fighting wiped out a bunch of my teammates. Soon I was the only one left after him rampage.

"You're next girly. You should have never come since my specialty is killing girls." he said in a disgusting voice as he smirked.


The criminal beat up the students one by one, sometimes wiping out many of the candidates in one sweep of his arms. It was a repetitive routine that went on for just about every group. Soon enough, the only people left standing were Yumiko, the Chairman's granddaughter, and the criminal. The criminal looked at her and taunted that she should never have joined military school because his specialty was killing girls.

The criminal had been put into custody because of murdering and raping over a hundred girls below the age of 30. It wasn't like she was different to any of the other females he'd killed before; it would just be another girl to add to his kill count.

"Stop the exam!" someone in the room shouted in panic.

Chairman Miroku stopped anybody from stopping the exam by saying, "Don't. Just watch and see what she does."

The man gave Miroku a look of bewilderment, but stopped and watched as the Chairman instructed him to.

What happened next was nothing short of a miracle.


Seeing the bodies of all the guys in my group sprawled on the floor unconscious finally settled in and a chill wracked my body. I was the only person left in my group and I was with a murderer who murdered and raped girls. Who was to say he wouldn't do the same to me? He'd been locked up for twenty years so far, he was probably missing killing and raping young females.

The leer and perverted gleam in his eyes froze me in the spot for a moment, but I managed to jump out of the way in the last second.

That was how I spend the next few minutes as I tried to devise a plan. Grandfather was right, training was nothing compared to fighting the real thing. The holograms in practice could barely compare. I inwardly cringed at how cocky I sounded before. Now that I was thrown into this situation, I finally understood. I was just like the spoilt brats in my class. I thought I had gone through hardships before, but I'd been spoilt my whole entire life, even when I thought I was going through hell. I was so self-centered; other people definitely had it worse than me, like Teito. He had a Raggs heritage. His people were killed and enslaved, and he himself was a battle sklave. I was so stupid and naïve! Trying to make my life into a sob-story; I should be the one beaten and taught a lesson.

I was stopped in the middle of my thoughts as a fist was swung my way and I was unable to dodge. My back was against the wall – he'd been backing me up against it, slowly cornering me. How was I supposed to defeat this guy without a teammate?!

As I prepared for the inevitable impact of his fist, a voice sounded in my head.

'Duck.'

With nothing left to lose, I did as the voice in my head instructed and narrowly missed by a hair's breadth. Even if I deserved to be beaten down, I didn't want to, I was afraid. I didn't want to die. I smiled wryly to myself. I was so selfish.

'If you don't want to die, listen to me,' the voice commanded, and I listened.

I ran to the right, the side that the troll was punching from, and jumped to deliver a kick to his head as the voice instructed. The troll's head swiveled to the left and I used his shoulder as leverage to jump off and land behind him. Now I had more space to fight him.

As he turned around to face me, I darted for his legs and kicked it with enough force to fracture it and back flipped off his shin and continued to back flip with my hands back to my original position where I landed with a crouch. In front of me, the prisoner howled in pain and glared at me murderously, absolutely livid. There was no turning back now.

"You're dead now, girly!"

The prisoner charged at me and I jumped to the side at the last second, but his arm reached out to grab at me. Luckily, I managed to avoid it and instead ran on his arm up to his face, gripped it, and kneed his chin. He staggered back in surprise and winded. Taking advantage of this and following the advice the voice in my head continued to supply, I did a flip and struck the top of his head with the heel of my foot hard enough to probably cause a concussion. Without a second to spare, I spun and elbowed the back of his head, delivering the final blow. The troll fell down unconscious and battered, but it was still not over.

I landed on my feet with my knees slightly bent behind the fallen body of my opponent and stared at him with a feeling of triumph in my chest. I was breathing heavily and could feel a stitch beginning to form when I remembered the proctor's words.

"You have to defeat the criminal. In other words, kill him. You have to work together, or else, you might really get killed!"

I had to kill the troll in order to finish the exam. I took a deep breath and stood up straight. With a lift of my hands, zaiphon surrounded the unconscious troll's unsuspecting head. I had gotten that far when I realized what I had to do - I had to kill him. I froze. I'd never killed a person before. In practice we fought against holograms. There was no guilt involved in killing them since they weren't real, but in front of me right now was a real being.

My fingers twitched as I told myself that it was just like practice and I could pretend he was a hologram. But even if I did, guilt would still eat at me. The voice in my head that had been aiding me was silent. It was a decision I had to make by myself, but I wished someone else would make the decision for me. At least I didn't have to bear all the guilt then.

My eyes closed as I continued to reason with myself. He had done many bad things in his life, he deserved it. He was probably on death row even though he claimed his prison sentence decreased with the more of them he defeated earlier.

'If I don't do this, I can never become a soldier!'

And with that, my hand closed and my zaiphon closed around the prisoner's head, separating it from his body and sending blood splattering all over me.


A/N: Desuification almost complete? I feel like I've made Yumiko more human, do you think you guys can somewhat relate to her situation? :)

I realized she's more of a kicker than a puncher XD