Aaveragedude01 chapter 3 . Nov 4
Like the leone and tatsumi thing. Can't seem to find alot of stories about them. xD
-I agree. There will be more of it as well! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Sennybee98 chapter 3 . Nov 5
Well now I just can't wait to see Tatsumi maul one of the seven imperial lapdogs to death.
-I'm going to work extremely hard to make the reader feel both indulged and disgusted with the amount of blood, guts, gore and violence there will be. I've never ever ever written anything like it, so I'm not saying I'm promising the feelings I just described will fall upon you, and amongst others, but I'll do plenty of research!
pabillidge90 chapter 3 . Nov 4
this is a good fic, I like it. but didn't you make a mistake when leone said "I'd be your boyfriend..."? didn't you mean "girlfriend"?
and now I understand why tatsumi went crazy with just one flashforward. it was beacuse of a teigu, rigth?. well I'll keep reading to see where this is going.
-Deary me, you're completely right. I know I've replied to this review in a PM, but I thought it'd be better to put it on display here, in case there are some people haven't caught it! Just showing I accept my mistakes. :P
Thank you all so much for your support so far! I'm hoping the select few who've been actively reading are expecting something of this story! I'll try extra hard just for you guys. :D
So, if you caught it-'it' being Yotsuba-I pretty much semi-straightforwardly told you what one of his powers of his Teigu can do. I mean, the last chapter was Tatsumi x Leone stuff and an introduction to Fuuka and Yotsuba. Well, whatever. I'm gonna put a lot into this chapter and save every paragraph in case my computer over heats again. :P I'm aiming for 2,000+ words, but ultimately I want each chapter to be, to the very least, 1,500 words, so if you're having a good time reading the story, it can keep you occupied for just a little while! And, with hope, keep you wanting to read the next chapter! :D... That being said, you can expect there to be more than 20 chapters easily. :3
"And what do you want me to do about it?!" Retorted a rather irritated man.
"You want me to kill you, huh?" A pale orange-haired woman bit back.
"I swear to the hell below, I will slowly pull out your veins from your neck if you don't shut your annoying mouth!" He ended the conversation with that. A chill rolled down her spine as she heard that. Simply delightful, ah~... He's always so sexy when he's angry.
"I'm truly sorry, Azael-sama-" The woman was cut off by a rough slap to the face. A blush was splattered across her features oblivious to him. "I told you to stop calling me that."
"Y-you're right, I'm sorry, Lucifer-sama." He pulled her up by the collar and breathed in her face. "You're lucky that I'm feeling good enough today to accept an apology, Danoki."
Lucifer shoved her off as he pulled his sword out almost instantaneously. Lucifer assumed the defensive position.. "Wait... you pulled your sword out?" He glanced at her and huffed. "Did you not notice the presence?"
"Ara, ara~" Came a playful voice. Carefully stepping out of the shadows from what looks to be an ancient underground ruin, she giggled. "I was found out so quickly, what I shame. I was waiting for you two to get at it again~ You're both extremely cute when you're having angry sex, you know~"
Lucifer sheathed his sword and sighed in slight relief, but major annoyance. "It's only Aniavelle-chan." He said, and Danoki blinked. How is it that he noticed her presence? I... can't even comprehend such an oddly unbelievable saying. 'Notice a presence'... are you a god or something, Azael?
Lucifer's long black hair swished as he turned away. Hair stopping around halfway down his chest, his outfit is a black suit with a sunset red trim, a small turtle-neck rests at his collarbone. His black eyes barely shine making him look a bit shady. His height was not too intimidating, though his slender figure didn't really help that. In comparison, he is about as tall as Bulat, though about two inches less, and a dark number 1 rests on his left cheek in a post-modern gothic font.
A sheathe rest at his left thigh, the sheathe colored a dull gray. The handle of the sword was a dark blue leather, wrapping around to create a hilt in the pattern of the letter U going downwards, like a fish scale. The guard of his sword was a polished gold, taking the shape of just a regular oval, making the hilt stand out above the rest of his dark-themed being, clothing and whatnot. The blade of the sword was made out of refined Hydra bone, one of the single most dangerous beasts. The bone itself was carved from it's skull, the Temporal bone, one of the strongest bones on it's body. A blade made out of Ultra-class Danger Beast bone in itself sounded menacing, but now knowing that it was made out of one of the strongest bones in a Danger Beasts' body was even worse. The blade of the sword was refined thoroughly for months on end, and ended up with a super-shiny black as the color.
Aniavelle giggled happily. "Such a shame I didn't get to see it happen again. Don't worry, I won't speak of that moment regardless." The raven purple-haired girl spoke. Aniavelle has two bows on each backside of her head, holding a bit of hair, similar to Mein. Her hair ends at around her navel, and her ponytails stop halfway down her back, roughly. Two rectangular strands of bangs tickle down her cheek, and end halfway down her neck. Her eyes are purple with stretch marks of light purple that seem to be avoiding her pupil, though the shade gradually gets lighter the more it seems to travel towards it.
Unlike Mein, however, a black number 2 rests upon her right cheek. Blue eyes stood out as a small black over-shirt rested upon a plain white long-sleeved shirt. A very small pouch rests on her outer-right thigh, holding a small single-pronged dagger. It was a Damascus steel dagger complimented with a sharp black trim at the edge points-parts of the dagger capable of cutting. The handle was a short stub, dark brown leather making X shape pattern wrapping around the handle.
"You'd be smart not to. I wouldn't want to have to fight boss again after I broke his rules, and I assure you he wouldn't hold back if I broke the rule of 'harm inflicted upon comrades'." Came a response that Aniavelle expected him to say. Smirking, she faked a sigh in defeat.
"Oh, Azael-san, you're-" She twirled in a circle, seemingly effortlessly dodging an expected punch, and then another. "-too correct. I should be a bit more nice from now on, ne?~" She chimed playfully.
Lucifer grunted and turned away. "Don't sit on a high horse. Your arrogance and cockiness will be your downfall and-or demise." He didn't remark what number 2 said about Lucifer's true name, and that make Danoki a bit confused. Sun-kissed orange hair seemed to almost sleep upon her shoulders and a quarter of the way down her spinal chord. Two sharp canines seem to peek out from her upper lip in between the corners of her mouth and the center. Two gauntlets made out of the metal Carmot, and being the only pieces of Carmot left in the entire universe, to human knowledge, Carmot was found by the people who decided to make the 48 Imperial Relics. That's not all there is to this, it's not that simple. These seemingly unbreakable gauntlets have metal nubs above the knuckles, also made out of the metal, right above the knuckles of each finger, except the thumb, which is an extremely sharpened prong.
The gauntlets are one-hundred percent Carmot, and the color of the gauntlets is a dark tint of bloody red. Unfitting for her outfit and style may it be, paint just seems to be hydrophobic as the picky Danoki tried to soak the gauntlets with the disgusting material. Sizable breasts rest upon her chest, a V-neck outfit with a purple trim and white primary color with black dashes going vertical for 5 inches left and right allow for an almost, but not quite, amount of cleavage. Regular shorts with the same color scheme fit her as well. A number 3 with the same font and color rests upon the palm of each gauntlet. Another thing that one would easily misunderstand, is that the gauntlets are her hands.
"Nani?" Another voice could be heard, seemingly low-pitched. Steps could also be heard as four more people had walked in.
"Yeah, I'm telling you, I actually had bled from my eye from..." The man turned to see the three who had been here before. "Ah, Lucifer, Aniavelle, Danoki, hello there." He said.
"Yotsuba-kun!~" A high-pitched squeal could be heard as could loud and rapid footsteps. "Wait for me, Yotsuba-ku-" Yotsuba held his arm out and she ran face-first into it. "itai-itai-itai-itai-itai-itai!" Fuuka rubbed her head, and a chuckle could be heard from yet another person.
"Oh?" Lucifer glanced at number 4. "Soarus, you've actually come out of your cave? What a nice change of pace."
"Quiet, number one. I'm in no mood for childish small-talk." Came a deep voice. Everyone stared at him.
"And you're talking? Oh heavens, this is a pleasant surprise." Lucifer narrowed his eyes as he smiled. "I'm only joking, of course, I'm just as serious as you are about putting my life on the line to take out a couple of brats from Night Raid."
"These brats, as you title them, all have dangerous Imperial Relics, and are not to be underestimated, fool." Came a stern statement from the white-haired man. The number 0 rests in the center of his Imperial Relic eyeball as of today. All of the others examined his eyeball carefully.
"What are you all staring me down for?" Yotsuba asked impatiently. "I just got this rank officially as of today. Number 0, Azael. Do you see? That means I am the highest rank here. Don't sit atop a high horse anymore."
Lucifer grit his teeth. "Isn't that what you're doing now?" He spat back without hesitation, seemingly unintimidated. Yotsuba simply blinked. "No, I'm putting you in your place. Rather, Boss is putting us in our places. It's official now, and I wasn't trying to shove it down your throat. After all, isn't it all of you who are curiously gazing at the number in my eye?"
A 'che' could be heard from Lucifer as he crossed his arms and looked away, looking like a stubborn child. "You have a point. I shouldn't have tried to act like a child, I suppose." A victorious smile came from Yotsuba. "It's quite alright, I was just informing you."
"Enough." Came a raspy deep voice from none other than Soarus. "We are putting our lives on the line in specific this time. There's no time to strengthen bonds today, people, only to protect them. Now, what's the business?" A man with a mask had impatiently barked. The mask was completely white, black nothingness where eyes should be, and the same for a slightly opened mouth and nostrils. The mask had a number 5 tilted diagonally somewhat around forty to sixtydegrees to the left across the entire mask, and silky dark hazel short hair protruded from behind. He was about as tall as Lucifer, except he was around twice as built. Well chiseled and defined, Soarus, informally speaking, looks like he had been working out for an average amount of time for half of a year. His Relic is, well, a secret to everyone except the boss and himself. It has no name, for it is a separate sentient being, that of which the other members of this group do not know. Skin-tight clothing wraps around his body except for his wooden camouflage jeans.
"You're right." Fuuka said. A number 6 rests on her left breast, that of which nobody will know the location of.
"Absolutely." A cheeky voice came in.
"Ah, so now number 7, Akise-kun, joins the six as well! How joyous!" Fuuka chirped.
A number 7 is implanted above his left nipple. He's just a common teenager with average looks; short, black hair, black eyes, jeans and a t-shirt, but his Relic is inside his brain. It is a small chip that will take in feelings of morality, sentience and honor for extreme physical ability. The psychical ability gained would be things such as strength, endurance, speed, reflex, perception, timing and such. He has a regular Empire sword rested at his right thigh, sharpened to high amounts and made out of a metal known as Adamantium. At full blast, he can easily match the power of Rank 3 in his group, though a month ago the best he could do was Rank 4 power, for about 7 months.
"Whatever." Evoking a grunt from Yotsuba, he shook his head and sighed.
"From here on out, us 7 members of Seven Sins begin our mission as of right now!" Yotsuba made a swiping motion with his hand, and everyone formed a circle, placing their hands on top of his.
"Ara, ara, this is going to be so much fun!~" Aniavelle held back moaning in delight from thinking about how she could slaughter her target.
"Indeed. I will show exactly zero mercy." Added Soarus.
"Enough blabbering, let's get this show on the road, ne?!" Akise continued.
"Oh, me oh my, this is going to be quite a ride, don't you agree Yotsuba-kun?" Fuuka sighed happily.
"I'm going to pummel my target so much that you won't even be able to recognize a single body part!" Danoki chimed in, smashing her Carmot Gauntlets together.
"Oh..." Lucifer licked his lips. "...I cannot wait to make Tatsumi of Night Raid scream in agony as I slowly break every one of his bones..."
"It's going to be fun. Najenda, just because you worked beside General Esdeath at a point does not mean I will show mercy." Yotsuba finished everyone's comments as their hands flew up into the air, and yelling of future victory could be heard from the dark room.
Meanwhile...
"Ne, Esdeath-san," A blonde, short-haired man chirped. Esdeath glanced behind her and noticed one of her fellow comrades holding a platter.
"Your tea, Esdeath-san." He held out a tiny cup and she gratefully took it from him. "Thank you, Run." Run hummed 'mhm!' as he turned and walked away.
As she slightly indulged in the godly taste of Run's tea, she looked out the giant window before her, thinking deeply. Their new headquarters was one floor below the Prime Minister's office, and their new base of operations was set up quite luxuriously. Stained glass covered the floor, and when one would look down, they would see that one brat's throne and many tables, people, muffled chatter, and most of all, a smooth and elegantly candlelit room. Esdeath's chair was about one and a half times bigger than her, nothing to make her look like someone of importance; just a simple glance was needed to tell something that trivial when it comes to this woman.
"I'll kill him." Esdeath heard a voice from behind, and turned around one-hundred and eighty degrees in her swivel chair. "Wave, would you mind telling me what is wrong?"
"Shura.." He breathed as he walked closer to Esdeath. Her unchanging stare met hateful, darkened eyes, seeing as the dimly lit room below didn't exactly shine to the room they were in quite well, and the fact that the floor is stained glass didn't help much.
"I'll grab a hold of his heart and slowly squeeze it.. I'll squeeze his pathetic little heart for hours while I slowly cut a deep wound on his chest and jam my thumb inside... I'll twist it, pound it, scrape the meat off of his-' Wave noticed he was becoming extremely vulgar-not to mention out-of-character. and breathing heavily, and could feel a giant pressure within his clenched fists. Oh, he thought, I was clenching my fists too hard.
Clearing his throat, he let out a brief sigh of uncertainty and fear.
"I'm sorry for... well, talking out of place, General Esdeath.." General Esdeath's eyes were slightly widened and a sly smirk appeared on her face.
"So you're finally understanding how fun it is to torture, huh?" She placed her teacup down and walked towards him, so she was standing two feet away from him, face-to-face.
"N-No, General, I'm sorry, I-" Wave's voice was filled with fear.
She hugged him gently.
"It's quite alright, Wave. As I see it, you can slaughter and torture Shura as much as you want, but you're going to have to deal with the Empir-" She was cut short as he rudely shoved her off of him. A thick, broad smile and wide eyes is what adopted her face as she felt the killing intent he was giving off almost get under her skin.
"I'll skin him... I'll gut him, pull out his eyeballs with my own two fingers..." He clenched his fists and teeth once more. What Wave ended up saying next, he thought, was the biggest mistake he had ever made.
"I will clean the Empire of this corrupted group of so called 'Special Officers'!"