OK hello everybody. I've spent the last couple weeks away from internet connection ad mostly shooting bullets and being lazy. When I wasn't being lazy I was writing the next chapter for all my stories a little at a time. Not a great way to write stories I know but I had to seriously think about where I wanted them to go and how to put them into readable words. I actually toyed around with having Tristian be Ichika's half-brother but figured there's enough clichés in this story already. If you like that idea maybe I'll write a tangent story to that affect. (Is affect of effect? I never really understood that rule). So please enjoy; don't forget to review and have a great three day of summer left.

TOV

Tristian looked at the three attractive obstacles that stood ready to kill him. The French girl had a machine gun pointed at him and was ready to fire; the British sniper had repositioned her gun to point directly at his head. The German chick worried him a little; with AIC up her sleeve, Tristian was all but defenseless. The only technique he could use would absolutely kill her and the surrounding humans. Calling back his two spears, Tristian held out his right hand so his black one-and-a-half double edged sword could appear. The three before him…four. His guide was now standing in front of the three without her IS…interesting. Raising his sword to a semi ready position he stared down his enemies and listened to Death music as it filled the air. Wait…music? Death didn't have music…so what was he hearing?

Out of instinct, Tristian reached into his pocket and found that his cell was ringing and vibrating. Flipping it open he pressed answer button and put it up to his ear.

"You've reached Joe's Bar and Grill Japan's branch. May I please take your order?" Tristian asked in English.

"Ya I'd like a can of log the fuck on you piece of shit." A gruff voice answered. Tristian sighed; could he never get a break for annoying people.

"I'm sorry sir but the only canned food we have is give me a minute fuck-face." Tristian replied. He heard several bursts of laughter in the back ground. Tristian rested his sword against his shoulder as he walked towards the door.

Suddenly he couldn't move as some sort of energy field surrounded him.

"You're not getting away." The German chick growled as the three of them took a single step forward. Tristian wondered if he could go an entire day without hurting some idiot. Sadly he had a feeling that today would not be it.

"George, you'll have to exscuse me; I have to overcome some obstacles." Tristian sighed into the phone. An affirmative grunt was all he needed before he hung up. Turning his head towards the girls, Tristian mentally prepared himself for murder.

COV

Charlotte was somewhat insulted when Tristian pulled out a phone and answered like there weren't three very deadly threats in front of him. After one sentence of conversation, Tristian began to walk towards the door; his black sword was resting on his shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte saw Laura raise her and use her AIC to freeze Tristian.

She watched as he sighed and flipped his phone shut. Charlotte wondered how he could move within the AIC field. Turning his head to look at the girls; Charlotte wondered why he looked so resigned. Was he prepared for death by their hand? Somehow Charlotte seriously doubted that it was that.

"System shut down."

Charlotte barely had time to read the warning her IS gave her before it disappeared; leaving her in her IS clothes. The second Charlotte took her eyes off of Tristian to read the message; Laura grunted in pain and there was the clang of steel on steel.

Charlotte looked at Houki as she locked blades with Tristian. Even though Houki wield two swords; she was still being forced backwards by Tristian's single one. Houki shoved him back with a grunt and sprang at him with a roar, in a whirlwind of blades. To Charlotte's surprise, Tristian blocked every single attack easily. Charlotte wondered who in hell this boy was and how did become like he is.

HOV

Houki was in awe of Tristian. He deflected every one of her attacks with almost no movement. His violet eyes calm read her every move and shifted his sword ever so slightly to protect himself. The swordswomen in her yearned to push this new style to the limit but her sense of survival warned her that she might not survive the experience.

Houki looked around the nearly empty classroom. It seems that everyone who wasn't involve left in a hurry. Laura was knocked out over a desk behind Tristian while Cecilia and Charlotte were behind her staring at the two of them. Tristian took advantage of her distraction to slam his fist into her chest. Houki felt all the air in her body rush out. Those violent eyes stared into hers as Houki saw his black sword raised overhead for the killing blow. Closing her eyes, Houki waited for that cold steel to touch her skin but after, what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened.

Opening her eyes, Houki saw that Tristian was completely still as Charlotte had her machine gun out in a partial deployment; pointed directly at Tristian's head.

"Now put the sword down." Charlotte ordered in a wobbly voice. Tristian obeyed instantly by literally dropping his sword. Sticking point first into the floor; Houki found it somehow even more terrifying. Charlotte motioned for Tristian to back away and he did so. Putting about two meters between him and her; Charlotte ordered him to his knees.

"Very good Miss Dunois. Not many people manage to catch the Black Dragon off guard." Houki looked over and saw Student Council President Sarashiki standing in front of Miss Orimura. Tristian snarled something at Sarashiki. Sarashiki looked surprising well given what Tristian did to her.

"Now, there's no need for hostility Hawley. I'm only here to help." She said. Tristian snorted and stood up. Charlotte made a move to put the barrel of her gun against his head but the gun disappeared just like the IS's earlier.

Tristian walked up to Sarashiki and invaded her personal space immensely. There was something off about his presence near her. Instead of the usual boy Imma-do-something-wrong invasion; this was something feral and primitive. Houki could almost feel some kind of aura rolling off those two and it left her feeling strange and awkward.

Then Tristian was gone. Sarashiki was blushing heavily and panting.

"Gods I hate it when he does that." She whispered.

TOV

Walking through the hallway, Tristian gripped his sword angrily. He had never failed in a killing. So why had he held back now? Why was he so hesitant here? He swung his sword at a wall in a fit of rage. Little did he know that as he kept walking; the wall he swung at had a massive gash in it, so deep you could see to the other side.

"Haven't you learned to control your anger yet?" that damned Orimura female chided. The beast within him begun to stir ever so slightly. Tristian's blood erupted in volcanic fury; his entire body pulsed with rage and energy. Everything was tinged red as he turned to the female. Tristian could not put into words how much he wanted to feel her blood slide down his body. In some part of his mind, Tristian knew that it was his IS that was influencing this way of thinking but he wouldn't change it for anything.

He was the only human alive that has obtained a unity with his IS on a sub-conscious level. In a sense, Tristian and Shadou were one, if that wasn't cliché enough for him.

"Do not tempt me woman." He rumbled. Instinctively, Tristian began to note the position of vital organ and arteries. His body began to move towards to the female as Tristian ran through every plausible scenario in his mind.

Before he could even think of moving, Orimura sprung forward and slammed her fist into the hole in his chest. Tristian gasped as he felt blood steadily drip of out his chest. At the point the beast in him was phasing between this world and the dream world.

All pain was wiped from his system and he launched himself at his enemy. Shifting between all is weapon, he partook in a cramped dance. Swords, spear, scythes spun around the Orimura as she dodged all the lethal techniques. She would land solid punches and kick when he would shift through his weapons. In a few seconds it was all over; Tristian found himself on the ground before her panting as he fought to stay conscious. Chifuyu Orimura kneeled over his body and whispered into his ear.

"While your dragon is indeed deadly; you forget who the Black dragon was before you were. Keep yours sleeping while you're enrolled in this school and when you desire I'll give you the thrill you seek."

Tristian felt the beast growl sleepily in anticipation. It was not often the former Black Dragon offers to satisfy his kind of thrill. Tristian finally gave up; slumping against the cold floor, he turned his head to look at the black haired woman.

"I can't wait. Only killers can give killers that necessary thrill."

Her hand ruffled his hair as she laughed at him.

"Yes but even killers can change."

Tristian closed his eyes and began to drift into sleep. Chifuyu looked at her successor sleeping on the floor under her. His was truly a broken child. When she first met him, he was the tender age of nine; even then he could silence nearly anyone. Back then she was the current Black Dragon and held sovereignty over all fighters and assassins.

Chifuyu scooped the sleeping boy in her arms and carried him to his little shack at the back of the campus. Due to his unstable emotions, Chifuyu had sent him to a place where he would not have to face the constant female badgering that Ichika does. Though she was sure he could handle it; it was for Ichika's sake that they were separated.

After placing him in bed and covering him with the blankets, Chifuyu looked at Tristian from the doorway and wondered out loud.

"Out of all the people, why did that IS chose you?"

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