Chapter 4
"So what's this job Yuuko told you about?"
"Series of weird deaths, they don't seem to be connected except the way they died is bizarre. One woman was killed because another shopper bought the last Chanel suit. I know that women value clothes, but that was just flat out greed."
"Wait…"
"What Fuuma?"
"I remember reading something, that the seven deadly sins were sealed away but when the Final Day approached they could break out. We need to tell Yuuko we can't take it."
"And why is that?"
"Because they're opt to possess people who already have the burden of one or more of the sins, at a high amount. You have more pride, than pride itself. I wouldn't say you were lacking in lust or wrath either. And then there's gluttony oh an-OW don't hit me watch where you're driving!"
"I am and I'll be fine. I'm already going to hell, we're taking the job and that's that."
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"Well that's Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, and Greed down. Three to go little brother."
"Yeah yeah, and if you noticed it's three of the sins that could possess you! Wrath, Lust, and Pride."
"Oh shut up. Split up and let's go."
"Go where Seishirou?" A beautiful woman stood in front of him.
"Let me guess, you're Lust."
"I'm whoever you want me to be. It's just you and me, my brothers will take care yours, don't worry."
"Oh really, is that what you think?" He let her lead him into a kiss before guiding her to the sink that was filled with holy water and a rosary. "And that's why you don't mess with me or my brother," He paused. "By the way, I've had better kisses from humans."
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"Oh very impressive hunter, you took out Wrath, but you have no chance against me."
"You're Pride alright; you sound just like my brother."
"You sound confident because you're one of the Chosen Ones, but I assure you you're not safe, not from me." Fuuma found himself backed to a wall. "What will you do now little one? Your big brother isn't here to save you this time; no doubt Lust has him under her spell. And don't try shooting me either, it won't work and I know you can't use your gift yet."
Gift? What the hell was this loony bin talking about? More importantly, thought Fuuma, why am I worrying about it instead of trying to find a way out?
A silver knife stabbed through Pride's neck before it was withdrawn. "You shouldn't lose sight of your opponent like that, and you call yourself a hunter, pathetic."
Fuuma opened his eyes and he was staring at a boy that looked his age give or take. He was on the short side (but compared to Fuuma, everyone was short even his big brother), had thick dark hair and the most inviting violet eyes. Realizing he was staring at the lithe form of his savior he swallowed and adjusted his glasses before speaking in what he hoped was confident tone. "Who the hell are you?"
A playful smirk from his savior. "The guy that just saved your ass."