I do not in anyway own any content related to Mahou Sensei Negima, this is a fan made story
Monday 3:09AM - Ivary Street
"A-Are you sure we should have went t-this way?" sobbed Fumika, hastily running by her sisters side.
The twins were forced to take a detour. With so many undead in their way, the frightened girls were eager to escape by any means possible. While running back through Nova street, both narrowly avoided contact with the infected, causing Fuuka to take action as she grabbed her sisters hand and ran around the closest street leading them to the unfamiliar Ivary street. That didn't mean that they were safe, undead still roamed the streets, slowly staggering towards the quivering girls who were running out of options.
"W-We needed to keep running, I had no choice b-but to go this way!" exclaimed Fuuka, holding Fumika's hand for comfort while trying to keep together.
"B-But, the hotel is back their!" sniffled Fumika.
Without warning, Fumika clumsily tripped, to occupied by the growing worries to notice what and where she was running. Still holding hands, Fuuka was dragged back, falling to one knee as Fumika's cries tremendously outmatched hers as she was desperate to escape.
"C-Come on! W-We need to keep running!" shouted Fuuka, unaware that she was just attracting more infected.
Fumika was dazed by the sudden trip, landing hard on the floor and giving her a slight prickle sensation buzzing around her knees as they madly stung. Numbingly slapping one hand on the hard concrete floor, Fumika hesitantly pushed, lifting her top half up enough to see Fuuka without any problems. It was all to much for her, she needed someone to hold without fear. Tilting her head further up, her eyes glared at Fuuka as she loudly screamed for her support, flowing tears down her cheek like a river as she anxiously panicked for Fumika's assistance in escaping.
Everything around her slowly toned down, becoming almost quite as an irritating screeching sound waved across Fumika's ear, as if she was deaf. It all went back to normal though, as soon as she witnessed the distressing beast creeping up behind Fuuka. Fumika's squeezed her grip tighter as she trembled, opening her mouth wide and letting out a loud weep of warning.
"Behind you!" whimpered Fumika.
Fuuka's facial expressions significantly changed from dejected to shocked as she quickly turned, immediately shivering at the sight of the torn up creature reaching out for her.
"Get away!" screamed Fuuka. "Leave me and my sister alone!" she cried.
As the undead leaned over Fuuka, she swiftly jerked herself forward, swiping her hand across it's stomach and only slightly knocking it back. To her astonishment, the undead shrugged the strike of, continuing what it started as it slowly approached her again, thirsty for blood.
Fuuka and Fumika screamed in agony, both crawling away from the unstoppable force until their backs slumped up against the house behind them. They were trapped, their was nowhere to run. Everywhere they looked was horrific faces of death that glared back at them, scaring the twins even more if it were possible. Fuuka regrettably turned her back to the horror before them, wrapping her arms around Fumika as they shared one another's tears, spilling onto each other with love. Fuuka buried her head into her sisters shoulder as Fumika lowered her head down, hiding it in Fuuka's arms as the twins shed the last few moments they had together.
It was obvious how close the undead was, its grisly groan was all the twins heard as their weeps were blocked out, barely mumbling through the fabric one another wore. They weren't ready to leave each others side, and they certainly didn't want to become one of those things…but it seems that their was nothing they could do. Unprepared, the twins remained in one another's arms, begging for a familiar face to help them. But they didn't receive a familiar face…what they received was something they never wanted or expected.
A loud gunshot was heard flying over them, barrowing it's way through the undeads skull and flinging it back with force, roughly hitting the floor hard. Startled at first, both girls looked at, afraid of what caused the echo of violence. On the second floor of the house, accurately pointing a gun through the open window, was a soldier, wearing a easily marked beret that determined what the mans rank and name. The man wore black glasses, shielding his eye from any light that could distract him as he continued to fire, keeping any infected away from the traumatized and slightly unharmed girls.
Seconds later, the door behind them opened, revealing a women professionally aiming her weapon at both twins, examining them for any bites or signs on infection.
"Bitten?" asked the women.
Fuuka and Fumika stared at the women, unsure how to reply as they unsteadily reached out to her.
"Are you infected!" growled the women, demanding an answer.
"N-N-No" cried Fuuka.
"Then get in. Hurry!" shouted the women.
She didn't have to ask twice. Without a second thought, the twins crawled in like dogs, too phased by the terror to even stand upright. As soon as they were in the house, the women slammed the door shut, proceeding to barricade it with recently moved furniture that must have been their long before being removed to save the innocent pink haired twins.
The women was strong, making moving a large swampy looking cough look easy as she scraped It across the floor, piling other objects like lamps and televisions on top to keep the door steady enough from breaking.
The twins just watched, silently lying on the floor as their tears turned into quite sniffles, effortlessly trying to remain on the women's good side by doing exactly what she said and to avoid bothering her. She turned to them, easily detecting how disturbed they were and that they needed comfort or reassurance, a friend perhaps. Lowering her weapon down to her hip, the women began to speak.
"Sorry about shouting. Drastic times call for drastic measures. You're safe now, I can promise you that. My names Lieutenant Walkers, but you can call me Lilason" smiled Lilason, trying her best to comfort the seemingly secure twins.
They didn't reply, still confused to what was happening and why it was happening to them. They were still holding each other, which in a way was bad, showing that they were still frail and making themselves vulnerable.
"Let me guess, twins?" sarcastically suggested Lilason, attempting to make them both feel welcomed.
Fuuka nodded at first, shortly followed by Fumika. It was slow progress, but at least they were slightly improving.
"So, what's you're names?" asked Lilason, repositioning her weapon down by her side as she held onto the tip of it, leaning on the fancy equipment.
Fumika looked back at Fuuka, looking for guidance on how she should respond, or if she should respond. It wasn't exactly risky, but telling a complete stranger you're name wasn't the best idea, but what more could they do? Besides, she did save their lives.
"M-My names F-Fuuka" whispered Fuuka.
"F-Fumika" sweetly answered Fumika.
"Those are some beautiful names you got their. The guy upstairs is Captain Meardy, or better known as Tankins. You wont see him much down here, he's scouting the area for any escape routes, so if you wanna talk to him, upstairs is where you want to go. Be careful though, he isn't exactly in the best of mood, the guy lost three of his squad. Him and me are all that remains of this damn task force, but from that performance, it's hard to believe, am I right?" explained Lilason, not expecting an answer to her rhetorical question.
"A-Are you the Self Defence Force?" stuttered Fuuka.
"Tsk, we were, before they left us out here to die. No radio contact with them, no matter how many times we request for help. Their ignoring us as if we were already dead…may as well just put a huge stamp over our files reporting KIA, lying is what their best at…" growled Lilason, blowing her brown hair to one side as it agitatingly hid her face.
It was awkward for the twins. They didn't understand half the things she was saying but they didn't want to becoming irritating while doing so. So they listened, hoping that she didn't notice.
"Let me ask you something. About a day ago, reports suggested that school students managed to hold out against this mayhem. Don't suppose you two are apart of those survivors?" questioned Lilason.
Sensing that Fumika already had enough, Fuuka took charge, responding to the intrigued soldier.
"Y-Yes…" whispered Fuuka.
Lilason raised her eyebrows, surprised that the Intel they received was actually spot on for once.
"Really? Are their more of you?" excitedly asked Lilason.
"Uh huh, theirs plenty of us at the hotel on uhh….I think it was Nova street or something" answered Fuuka, feeling Fumika's head tilt onto her shoulder as she slowly faded away with exhaustion.
"Hm hm, cute. The couch is right their, she can sleep on it until plans are made. Let me help" offered Lilason.
Dragging the gun across the dusty floor, Lilason leaned it against the wall, double checking to see if it was stable before strolling over to Fuuka, seemingly cheerful to learn of the new discovery that there are more survivors nearby. She crouched down with open arms, waiting for Fuuka to accept her offer to carry her sleeping sister
Fuuka hesitated at first, unwilling to hand over her sister to some stranger she only just met moments ago. The longer to resisted, the harder it became to decline Lilasons offer before finally she gave it, pushing her attractive daughter towards the reliable soldier.
Having no trouble carrying the weightless child, Lilason curved both arms under the sleeping beauty, keeping a secure grip on her as she lifted her self up, easily withstanding the troubles of carefully holding Fumika. Her footsteps gently creped across the floor, calmly manoeuvring her way towards the green ragged couch. Slowly, she leaned over the couch, rolling Fumika onto it and feeling her exhale of warm breath cover her face while doing so. She really did look cute while sleeping, and that's was one of the many things Fuuka loved about her. Leering down, she watched Fumika charmingly sleep, amazed at how brave she could be during such times. She then turned back to Fuuka, who was slowly rubbing one arm with concern.
"I'm going to give my recent discovery to Tankins upstairs, you can come alone if you want, he wont be as scary while im their. Or you can sleep, it's you're option. Although I find it hard to sleep during an outbreak like this, you're sister really is amazing" smiled Lilason.
Brushing past Fuuka, she made her way up the stairs. It didn't take long before Fuuka followed, convinced that Fumika was safe and needed some peace. Although, that peace wouldn't last long…for someone…no, something….was approaching.
Monday 3:09AM - Outside The Abandoned Hotel
Patiently waiting, the night breeze was easily noticeable as it brushed against Mana's skin, chillingly making her shudder with iciness. Whoever was on the opposite side of the window was sure taking their time. Then again, if Mana heard a tap at her window during night, she would be hesitant to respond too.
At last, a flicker of life. Mana could easily see a pair of eyes peering through the window, examining the outside only to have a slight shock as Mana patiently stood their with Kotaro over her shoulder, arrogantly waiting to be let in. She could hear the window unlocking, slowly creaking open as the friendly face confusingly looked at them.
"What are you two doing out here!" frantically asked Madoka, rubbing her eye as she made it obvious that she had only just woken up. Behind her was the rest of the cheerleaders, Misa and Sakurako, quietly slouched across their own beds as the three best friends shared a room together. They all wore different coloured nightwear that had a pattern of either animals, poker dots or checkers splattered across there smooth clothing.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you, but this is urgent. Kotaro needs a place to rest, and I mean now" notified Mana.
Madoka turned to Misa who turned to Sakurako, looking back at Madoka. The three of them smiled, willing to help out Kotaro who they found rather adorable.
"We'll be happy to help. He can sleep on the spare bed, and you can trust us with him" smirked Sakurako.
"That's what im afraid of…" thought Mana, ducking through the window and hopping onto the floor.
"Thank you. The boy is exhausted and needs his sleep. I'm not asking you to…I would just rather prefer it if he wasn't exposed like this…" informed Mana, laying Kotaro onto the bed.
"Eh? You mean change him?" gulped Misa.
"We can do that!" immediately cut in Sakurako, completely forgetting that they need to find the right clothes first.
"What happened to him?" asked Madoka.
"I don't want to alarm you, but thing's aren't exactly peaceful outside. I need to check on the entrance before going back out their to look for….just…take care of him until he regains conscious" stuttered Mana, almost slipping up and revealing the danger Fuuka and Fumika as in".
"You can count on us!" replied Sakurako.
Satisfied, Mana walked away, opening and exiting the door, leaving the Inugami to his fate with three….particularly trust worthy cheerleaders.
Heres chapter 4 for you're enjoyment!
Also, I have recently posted a new short story similar to my 'A Whisper In The Winds' story. It is called 'That Red Headed Girl' and it is describing Natsumi's life. I would be very grateful if you guys would read it and any reviews would be appreciated!
Thanks for reading!