Chapter 7: Words Yet To Be Spoken, Actions Yet To Be Made

Authors Note:

Hey guys! Sorry about that slight misunderstanding on the "updating" that was done, it will be explained at the end of this chapter.

- QueenofCellos

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THIS FANFICTION IS RATED "M" FOR A REASON.

Now the story:

It had been a while since Kurumu had been "asleep". The succubus had waited out a couple hours until she felt Mizore fall limp asleep next to her. Of course, the snow woman had warned her she would regret it later if she tried something on Tsukune later on at night, knowing that she would attempt to do something. But that wasn't going to stop her at all. He was her destined one for goodness sake, nobody could hold her back from doing something stupid as what she was trying to do at the moment.

Kurumu wiggled out of Mizore's surprisingly warm grasp, at first when the snow woman had fallen asleep, it had been cold but she lit up like fire as quickly as she fell into a deep slumber. Kurumu giggled to herself, her powers had finally started to come handy, especially at times like these. Now, all she had to do was sneakily tip-toe down the long hallway to the living room where her precious Tsukune was. Flush! Kurumu jumped in her tracks, and looked over her shoulder into the darkness, it was Yukari. Yukari was coming out of the bathroom, clearly taking her time. Kurumu knew that if Yukari saw her now she would be dead, and her plans would end instantly. Kurumu paused mid step so she wouldn't alert the small witch. There was absolutely, no way, she would let Yukari ruin her plans.

The bathroom light then flicked off, and the sleepwalking witch cautiously walked back to her room, her feet dragging with each footing. Her eyes were half lidded with the clear signs of sleep. Yukari dozed off halfway, her hand twisting the knob to the room she and Ruby shared. The door creaked open, her stalled body now leaning forward, falling to the floor with a soft thud. Kurumu sighed in relief, she didn't know if moving would have alerted the witch, but boy was she glad to have her off her back. That being said, Kurumu went to check on the witch just in case, to her surprise, she was still asleep. What the heck? She thought as she took a closer look at the weirdly positioned body of her young friend. She was lying down on her chest. Lucky her. Kurumu then proceeded to push Yukari into the room with her foot. Surprisingly, the witch's body slid into the dimly lit room with ease, as Kurumu did her best to prevent making any noise. She finally closed the door to the room when Yukari was far enough not to be squashed by the door then continued her mission.

Now there was nothing between her and her target. She rushed down the stairs to the living room, and blushed at the sight of her beloved on the couch, sleeping heavily, and drowned in his dreams. His body was like a board, but the only thing that showed most ease, was his expression. A small smile passed over her face. This was a place where she could slip into his mind with ease. The succubus smirked the closer she got, her soft pink lips playfully compressing with the thoughts of the things she could do to him without him knowing. Her tail came out on instinct at the thought and was immediately place on his head. The end had bloomed like a flower, and perfectly fit on his scalp, next thing she knew she had gone inside his uninteresting dream. Luckily, she was there to make it interesting.

Her mother had taught her tricks on how to do things like this, but she had become rusty after not doing this for so long. Kurumu had messed up at the beginning a little, his dreams became an endless pit. He began screaming and panicking. Then Kurumu quickly fixed the dream, grasping the hang of it once more. She controlled it to where they were in a bedroom, his form below her while she straddled him. Where he once was screaming, falling to his death changed to him flushed, moaning at the fact that she was grinding against him.

"Kurumu?" Tsukune panted between steamy, collected breaths. He was sweating bullets. "In my dreams?" The look on his face was nauseated, and confused at the same time. Kurumu felt his hands slide up the side of her thighs, to her hips, grasping them tightly in security. She yelped in shock and bent forward to push his hands gentler, but his lips had shushed her, the silence of the two indulging the room while they yearned for more than a slight touch. "Why are you here?" Tsukune whispered as he rose into a sitting position, his hands gripping tighter into her skin making her squeal in slight pain. His body wanted this, it really did, but this wasn't the time, and this was only a dream. A dream that shouldn't have happened.

"Shh.." It was Kurumu's turn to hush him, pressing her lips against his, her hands ran through his brownish-black locks, grasping them between her lithe fingers as she spoke her true feelings with her lips. She began deepening the kiss while keeping her hands busy with his locks, they were heavy, and long, he could feel the air becoming thinner and thinner the more they came in contact until she pulled away as if she knew when to stop. Kurumu bit on his bottom lip while they made out slowly pulling away with a seductive smile.

"Stop." Tsukune pleaded between the kisses. He wanted it, it was just that he couldn't. The boy pushed her off of him, sliding his feet over the edge of the bed. He tightly shut his eyes, concentrating, trying to find a way to get out of there before the woman behind him approached him and began going even further. And he did. Where he was once in a bedroom, there he was in his living room on the couch he slept on, but there was no Kurumu. Maybe it was all just a dream. He began thinking to himself, over and over again. But it kept on bothering him, and he began looking for a sign that she had been there, but there was none. When he got up to the room she and Mizore were in and tried to twist the knob to an open he found it locked and cold, as if it was meant to shut him out.

X

He was half awake, nothing he did made sense and when he tried to put it all together, it just became blurred, his head hurt. Tsukune took careful steps, but they had become sloppy once he started for the stairs. He would go to his room and rest, that sounded really nice, it would distract him from this hangover type of headache. He arrived at the unlocked room, not really knowing nor paying attention at the sleeping form that was already in the bed profoundly asleep, he slid under the sheets and drifted off himself. His arms slid around what felt like a pillow and he slightly hugged it, enjoying the warmth and sweet scent that it had provided.

The sun rose hours later, the blinding rays of light, seeping through the curtains of Tsukune's room. He sat on his bed and yawned, rubbing his eyes clear. He looked around, his head turning rapidly when he noticed that he was in his room. If he was in his bedroom, in his bed, then where was Akua? He suddenly saw a black figure from his peripheral vision and he slowly turned towards it, as if not to alarm it. The killing intent that was coming from it had exploded like an atomic bomb, if it had been 'calm' before then he didn't know what this would be. Death, maybe? A shadow was swallowing him and the bed, his eyes dilated in fear at what was about to be thrown at him.

"A-A-Akua… N-Now I-I can explain.." Tsukune put his hands up in attempt to protect himself and persuade against her rough actions. But she didn't seem convinced at all, instead her face was full of pure evil anger, a dark shadow cast on her own body as well while she held up a bookcase with one of her tiny arms.

"Really?" She spat through gritted teeth, her eyebrow twitching perfectly on par with her facial expression. Tsukune had never seen such a maleficent smile in his life, but now he had seen everything, and when the bookcase came crashing down he began to see his life flashing before his eyes. Regret began filling his every thought, and the words Akua had told him the first time they spoke echoed in repeat.

A loud CRASH was heard throughout the whole house, waking every person in the cabin up, footsteps came pattering and slid to a halt when they saw the scene before them. A bookcase had cracked in half on Tsukune, splints of the wood scattered across the room. The bed below him had broken, and a very enraged black devil was glaring at the boy while standing up on the bed.

"Well that's another way to break the bed, desu!" Yukari grinned pervertedly.

"Oh. My. God." Kurumu gasped frightfully as she rushed to help Tsukune out of the mess, brushing off all of the wood like a worried girlfriend.

Mizore sighed. "Yukari, now is not the time to be joking." Mizore scolded while she slapped the witch on the head with a cold hand.

Yukari yelped. "O-Ow." She rubbed the back of her delicately.

"Oh my. You know, Tsukune, if you wanted to do some S&M action all you had to do was call me." Ruby purred with a wink. She began blushing while she thought about the many, many things they would do. "I never knew you liked it so rough..." Drool dripped out of Ruby's mouth and in response, Tsukune only sat there looking dumbfounded.

Mizore walked over to Ruby and also slapped the older witch on the hand, her hands becoming a solid block of ice.

Ruby yelped with a blush. "Ow!" Mizore froze at the reaction, and walked away quickly, helping Kurumu with Tsukune.

X

"Tsukune, are you okay?" Kurumu asked, her voice breaking as if she was about to cry. Mizore had a more stern face, her concern for the boy obvious but she kept calm. Tsukune could handle something like this, right?

"Ugh.." Tsukune groaned in burning pain. The light in his eyes kept on flicking on and off, blurring each time he tried to concentrate on a figure. "I can explain…" He barely made out before passing out.

Kurumu paled. "Woah. Did he lose consciousness?" Mizore poked at his cheeks, checking for signs of his well being. He was still releasing small, subtle breaths.

Akua released a puff of breath. "He's a vampire. He can take it, he'll be up and running soon." Akua spoke up with authority.

Something flared up in the young succubus. She looked up at the black devil and spoke out. "Hey, you're the one who caused all this!" Kurumu yelled, pointing fingers at her.

Akua wasn't fazed and waved Kurumu's yelling off with one simple response. "Maybe he should've thought twice before coming near me. If he were smart and had followed my instructions then he wouldn't be in this situation." She shrugged it off.

Kurumu had wanted to attack her right there and then, but she knew better than to attack an enemy as powerful as Akua Shuzen. She knew it was a hundred years too early before she could even land a scratch on her, and fighting with her would mean instant death.

Mizore could feel the air becoming thicker and quickly attempted to calm the young succubus down. "Kurumu, he'll be okay. It's Tsukune he just lost consciousness, it's not like he's dead he'll wake up in like five minutes or more." Mizore gently put out, trying to help her come to an understanding before something bad happened. Kurumu knew that half of this was her fault, but how was she going to explain that she had gone into his head and twisted his dreams until it became what she wanted it to become. Kurumu wouldn't forgive Akua, but she would not forget.

The succubus looked around at all of their faces. Then back at Tsukune's sleeping face. "Alright, let's put him back on the couch." Kurumu sighed in defeat.

"I'll fix the bed." Ruby offered nervously.

"I'll help with the bookcase." Yukari gave a hand to Ruby; her wand coming up and the bookcase lifting up and slowly binding itself together.

Mizore and Kurumu lifted the knocked out boy and carried him down to the couch.

X

While Akua was busy with Tsukune, Moka had been busy with her own mother. Moka had began discussing the engagement, wanting to know more about how it would work, and what it was, trying to process it the best she could.

"Mother, are you listening to me?" Moka questioned her mother, the queen about how this marriage was supposedly going to work. She had never been married before, but she had been betrothed to some other prince which she forgot about. They met once but they never met again, he was a bore and she was interested in much bigger things, so Akasha called it off.

"Yes, Moka, I am listening." Akasha responded, boredom in her voice, never had she seen her daughter become so talkative, and questionative. That's when she opened up her phone, reading a message that had been sent to her. It was business, and it seemed urgent. Akasha knew Moka hated when this happened, she hated her absence and the loneliness, but these missions were necessary for the future, and the good of the people. It was all out of love. Before Moka could continue, when she opened her mouth to speak, Akasha interrupted her. "Moka… I'm sorry to say this but I have to go on a trip, it's in a few hours and I need to get ready for it."

"But-" Moka wanted to speak more. A disappointed look crossed over her face.

"I'm sorry, darling." Akasha reached over and gave her daughter a hug, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Your mother has to help out the people. A queen has to do her job." With that she got up and left, leaving behind a very sad Moka to her thoughts. And not good thoughts at all, they were lonely thoughts, those that wouldn't go away for days due to worry and the fear of not seeing her mother's gentle smile once more. She wanted to call out for her, she wanted to say that she couldn't go, but how was she supposed to do that without sounding selfish. Her mother was not only her mother, she was a motherly figure to all, a warm queen. Moka realized she had been reaching her hand out to stop her, but put it down once she saw it, her eyes fell to her hands going down to her sides. "I love you, be a good girl! I'll see you soon, I promise." Akasha winked at her, and waved goodbye which Moka returned with a half-hearted smile, full of sadness.

"Me too." Moka whispered apathetically, not being able to say I love you back to her. Where would she go now? Everyone was minding their own business, walking around the castle with such comfort she thought she would die. When did she begin to feel so alone? Why now?

X

Kahlua sat on the side as she watched her mother grin at her perfection, she had been muttering to herself, the mad scientist inside of her becoming more apparent. Gyokuro's eyes glistened with pure adoration of her artwork, a tiny vial with a transparent liquid inside of it. Gyokuro pointed at a gas mask on the table in front of her.

"Put that on, Kahlua! You're going to need it." She ordered her sharply. Gyokuro had been walking around the room, trying to find a syringe in the heavily clustered laboratory, when coming upon one she sat the vial down on a stand and grabbed the one next to it, this one was a sky blue color. Kahlua examined from afar as she saw her mother injecting herself. She heard her muttering something about an "antidote", but she would wait until her mother was ready to tell her what she was planning. Kahlua got up and grabbed the mask, sliding it on her face and adjusting it into place where she could easily see and breathe. Gyokuro spun the transparent vial between her fingers kneeling down to the nearest air vent, she violently threw it inside and strode away with feigned innocence. A cloud of smoke disappeared into the vent as it was sucked in and travelled to every part of the castle.

"Mother? Why do I need this mask?" Kahlua had been touching her mask, trying to see if it was properly in place. Her mother went to her and placed her hands on the sides of her mask, the eyes were fogging but she could still see her mother.

"Kahlua, don't you dare take this off, okay? Mommy needs you to do a chore, and if you don't you'll be in trouble, and everyone you love will be in trouble as well." Gyokuro's eyes were hard and stern, the fear that Kahlua felt just by staring into them was out of this world. It was ungodly. "I will hurt everything you love. And I will hurt you. So don't you dare mess this up, are we clear?" The Dutchess questioned with a sharp nail at her neck.

Gyokuro leaned forward eying her down, then turned to a laptop typing away in forbidden speed to someone, she couldn't see the name very well but she assumed it was the same person she had spoken to before.

"Yes ma'am." Kahlua responded meekly, and nodded valiantly in effort of pleasing the monster in front of her.

"Now here's what you'll need to do." Gyokuro paced back to the table and spread out a large paper, it was a blueprint of the house, and she was acting like this was a battlefield and she was her general. There were heavy marks on the paper, large red circles, X's of all sizes, and this was just the start. She had to obey her like a god.

X

Kokoa stood in the sparring room, panting; once more. She had been practicing for two days perfecting her new fighting techniques. Her forehead was beaded with sweat and her hands were numb from punching for so long. Kokoa had practice doing flips, dodging and avoiding fake blows she "received". For once, she was actually beginning to feel better about fighting. And whenever her eldest sister would get home she would be prepared, apologizing was out of her league! How could a powerful vampiress like her apologize? It would be a sign of weakness, and weakness was something that she refused to show; especially in front of someone like Akua. And if she apologized she would be humiliated by not only her sister but the majority of the vampires. She could never live a life like that.

Kokoa was making her punches heavier each time she struck the punching bag. She could hear it coming to its point of breaking and that made her extremely happy. All of her training had seemed to be paying off, she might not be as strong as Akua when she finished her training, but at least she would be able to land at least a punch, and that was all she needed to do, make her bleed. Kokoa smiled at the thought of her sisters becoming more appreciative towards her when she beat Akua in that spar.

She grunted as she kicked the bag, bruises becoming visible on her legs but would quickly disappear due to her healing abilities. With a final scream she kicked the bag with all her might, although it was on its hinges it still would not break. She fell to the floor and gasped for air, her chest rising and falling quickly.

There were scatters of feet outside of the room, as if people were running to or away from something. Even from where she was at she could hear faint screeching coming near the castle, she shook it off as nothing. She tightened her knuckles, clenching and unclenching her hands why did she feel exhausted all of a sudden? Normally she would get a rush of adrenaline, but now she was feeling worn out. She hadn't been practice as intense as she normally did, there it was again she began hearing the footsteps. Kokoa bent her head back, the door becoming upside down to her as she took a long look at it. Why are they being so loud? Now the steps were becoming too loud, she stomped her way to the door and opened it, outside she saw something that wasn't a normal sight at the castle.

Why were there other monsters in her house running around with guns? The group of men that ran past her stopped in their step, and turned back to her, guns aimed at her. Her emerald eyes widened in a sense of fear, but the adrenaline in her veins was starting to kick in. The men in black were wearing gas masks, along with bulletproof vests, their black shoes covered in blood and ahead of them was a small pile of bodies, containing three to four vampires that she had seen around the castle, while on the other side was another row of bodies about the same amount. The hallway had painted with blood, and washed in a wave of monsters dressed in black . But how had it become like this, weren't they unstoppable? She could take these guys on, no problem, they seemed weak anyway.

"Hello there little Missus." One of the three men crooned, with a lick of his lips. They walked closer to her, their lusty eyes already exploring her ripe body, she responded with a look of disgust but she decided to play their game.

"If you come to us without struggle, we promise ya' we'll treat ya' nicely, eh? Pinky promise!" The one to the right side, holding out his hand to her.

"Ah, so you guys want to dance with a little lady like me?" Kokoa cutely responded.

"Heh, yeah. We'll fuck ya' good til' we get tired, then we'll kill ya', but we promise to make it worth your time." The last monster boasted, patting his pants while getting closer to her. "So come on an' be nice to us." The man gripped her shirt, trying to lift it up, but while he had been busy trying to get near her he had already walked into her trap. Kokoa pulled out a knife from her back pocket and shoved it into the guys throat. The other two looked from afar as their friend was stabbed in the neck in front of them, they grabbed at their guns and pointed them at her menacingly.

"You fuckin' bitch, I'm gonna kill ya'." One of them yelled, and tapped his friend on his shoulder and began to shoot at her. Kokoa retracted her knife from the man's throat but it was too late for her to try to dodge the bullets, it was as if she couldn't, they were too fast for her. She had been hit in the shoulder and one brushed the side of her neck.

"Shit." She muttered as she clasped her shoulder, in haste to apply pressure to the wound.

"I told ya' you were gonna regret it." The same man walked over to her and kicked her to the floor, and slammed his foot into her ribs as she crawled on the ground. He flipped her to where he could see her face, the blood still coming out of her shoulder like a waterfall. The corner of her shirt had been soaked with it. And it slowly began to spread. The monster put the tip of his gun to the wound, making her scream out in pure agony. She felt pain. An electric shock ran through her body, paralyzing her from moving anymore, she could feel the cold tip of the gun pressing down on the bullet making it go deeper inside the bone. He shot at it again, the pain becoming too unbearable for her to handle, her breath slipped out of her with a bit of drool that was mixed with blood. Kokoa felt her vision blurring, the darkness consuming her and accepting her with open arms into an embrace and she was not able to do anything about it.

"See. All ya' had to do was follow my orders, and now… Now you're dead. You're not even worth touchin' you look pathetic." Were the last words she heard being spat at her face before drifting off to a dark void.

"Let's go, mate. We got to finish the bosses orders and clear the castle."

X

Akashiya Moka was curled up in her bed, under the sheets, avoiding all the questions her personal maid had been asking her.

"Madam, are you sure you wouldn't want to eat anything? You didn't even touch your breakfast earlier today." The maid began to ramble with concern. "Your mother would be concerned if you don't eat."

"I'm sure she would be." Moka responded in uninterest. The maid had appeared right after Akasha left, leaving Moka to deal with everyone in her presence. Moka knew that the maid was trying to do her best to fix Moka's mood from when Akasha left.

Moka jumped when she heard loud banging at her door. "Aren't you gonna go get it?" She said from under the sheets trying to make the maid go as far away from her as possible.

"Yes, Moka-sama." The maid took her time going to the door, but it was knocked down before she could get to it. An angry group of men strode in and looked around for the white haired beauty who was peeking from under the covers. She carefully slid to the right side of the bed to the floor and then under hoping that they hadn't seen her. Something was definitely up.

"Where is she!" The leader of the pack yelled for the maids attention. Her maid looked around the room, seeing that Moka had hidden somewhere.

The maid faked an exasperated sigh. "I don't know. I haven't seen Moka-sama since this morning, she must be in the garden taking a stroll." The maid tried to do her best to protect the location of Moka by going on about nothing, stalling them until they went away even if it meant being killed.

Moka heard a loud lash of a sound, as if a whip was cracked, from under the bed she saw her maid fall to the floor, her hand on her bruised, red cheek and tears in her eyes. They made eye contact with each other, but the maid quickly looked away trying not to draw attention to her location. The man started speaking again."I know you fucking know where she is, if you don't tell me.." He grabbed a fistfull of her hair and pulled the maid up to her feet. He stopped and raised his other hand and backhanded her once more. "You're going to regret it!"

"I-I honestly don't kn-know, sir!" The maid sobbed out, blood coming out of her mouth from a busted lip. Moka saw the maids fallen figure being grabbed and thrown on top of Moka's bed, she could hear fabrics being torn from the maids pretty dress and the door being pulled up and shut as the other men stood guard outside of the room. She could hear her screaming for help, but if she made one wrong move she could get it as well.

"No! Stop! Please Stop!" The maid called out in pain, but the man covered her mouth with a thick hand preventing any air or words from coming out of her mouth. Moka could feel the weight of the two on the bed, she saw a pair of heavy blue jeans being tossed to the floor the belt around the pants making a loud clanging noise as it hit the floor. The creaking sounds of the springs on her bed began to echo the walls, and with each thrust the man had begun to make the bed began inching closer and closer to her figure, and the maid began screaming louder into the man's sweaty hands. This continued for what seemed to be an eternity, each time Moka heard her maid screaming she flinched, she grew tired of waiting by and hearing someone that took care of her being raped. For a minute the movement had stopped, and the springs no longer made noises and a hand reached onto the edge of the bed in search of a sharp object, the man's knife. Moka shortened her breaths, a risky plan coming to mind. As soon as the scene ended it began again, more violent thrusts and springs breaking. She heard him stab her, she heard her last yelp, she heard her last draw for some type of air, and then she saw her blood begin to seep through the sheets, through the mattress and drip onto her face. Tears cascaded down her own cheeks, her screams being no more and her body becoming limp, but that didn't stop the man. He seemed to enjoy it, the death had made him more active in fucking her and as he did he let the knife slide out of his hands and onto the floor, onto Moka's reach.

Moka took the knife, slipping out under the bed seeing everything. The man didn't notice and she was glad he didn't, but he wanted him to experience the same pain she had brought to the person he had killed. Even if she hadn't known her long, nor treated her all that well she never deserved this, none of this should've happened to her. Her red eyes burned with the fury of an army, and her heart clenched in pain at the thought of not being brave enough to save someone. And she grabbed him by the neck, holding him in a lock his bare chest being an easy opening. And when she slid the knife into his blackened heart she felt better, but this was the first person she had ever killed, and he had deserved it. She took in the sound of him not being able to breath anymore, and the struggle to make up words, and as he tried to fight back with the little life he did half she remembered the maid doing the same, and hoping that this would do her justice in a way. Unbeknownst to her, she had been continuously stabbing the man multiple times, as if he were alive and he were experiencing the pain that woman he had raped and killed was feeling. In her heart she hoped he felt like shit, that he would burn in the pits of hell. But, she needed to stop before she lost her mind. Moka dropped the drenched knife onto the bed, her hands shaking with rage. Tears began coming out of her red orbs. Her heart sank at the sight of the scene. The door was opened by one of the men guarding the door. Moka could hear him screaming at her and the rest of the men to file in. She could feel them inching towards her but she slipped away from their grasp as they jumped to grab her, but not without getting a couple of cuts from lingering hands and weapons. She began running desperately, worried sick about what had caused something like this to happen. Where are my sisters? Where is mother? She could've really used her right now. She had regretted not telling her she loved her, because this could be the last time she would ever meet her.

X

Akua's phone had rung and she had walked out to another room. It was a phone from the castle, she could recognize the number from her house from anywhere. She picked it up without hesitation. "Yes?" On the other line a very shocked woman began speaking, her voice sounding almost dead.

"Ak-ua-sa-ma, is that y-ou?" The voice spoke with shivers in her voice, the air she took in came out desperate for more to come in as it wavered.

"Who's this?" Being very confused, she asked.

"I'm a loyal servant of the castle." She coughed dangerously, it sounded like she was spitting out blood. "T-There's no ti-time left for m-e…Th-The castle ha-s been attacked." The servant began coughing again. Was what she was hearing really true?

"Where's Akasha?" Akua pressed before the woman could die.

The woman paused over the phone, coughing; before speaking again. "Sh-She left b-before we we-re a-at-tacked, they're starting to l-look for her." Another fit of coughs came after this, sounding worse.

Akua's heart caught for a moment. "What about my sister, Moka?"

"G-gone. Sorry, Miss." The servants voice went silent as her life slipped out of her body.

The thought of her sisters and her family being dead haunted Akua. She needed to go to them even if it was a trap, she needed to go. She ran out of the house bumping into Kurumu. Before she could ask where she was going, Akua was already out of that dimension and into the tunnel.

X

Kurumu looked back at the unconscious Tsukune, he was beginning to slowly awake, he rubbed his head and looked around. His eyes then settled on Kurumu who stayed with him the whole time.

"Kurumu? Why do you look shocked?" Tsukune asked as if nothing had happened to him. Then, his phone began ringing off the hook. He glanced at the screen, then picked it up. "Hello? Mikogami? Why're you calling me?"

"Where's Akua?" The headmaster questioned over the phone. He seemed rushed to know the answer.

"Uh.." Tsukune stopped and looked at Kurumu for an answer. She quickly mouthed that she had just left in a hurry. "She left in a rush, apparently. Why?"

Mikogami sighed over the phone."Tsukune. Listen to me now. Shuzen castle is a battlefield, you need to grab Akua before she does something crazy. You need to go there and save survivors, don't try anything crazy and be careful. It's chaos." Mikogami informed the boy as best as he could, but he had only heard rumours that the castle and the family was in danger. Akasha's family was endangered and he needed to send help.

"Oh shit." He mumbled getting to his feet. Kurumu stood beside him, grabbing his shoulder asking him to sit down. His head throbbed giving him the realization that he had gotten up too fast. "I'll be there as fast as I can." With that he hung up.

Kurumu jumped when he hung up."But you're hurt. You need to rest!" She warned him, pointing out his injury.

"I don't care. If this were you guys I would be there even if I were on the verge of death, I would do my best to save you guys." Tsukune told her as he got dressed for battle, grabbing a bulletproof vest out of the closet. Mizore, Ruby, and Yukari scattered to the two. Kurumu nodded at his words finally understanding.

"What happened?" Mizore asked the duo. As they all raced upstairs to Tsukune's bedroom.

"Mizore, Ruby you're coming with me, now! Kurumu, Yukari go get help and try to get to the Shuzen Castle as fast as you can, there seems to be trouble." Tsukune said like an army general. He walked to a far wall of his bedroom and flicked the light switch that revealed a hidden, revolving door with a large rack of weapons. "Let's go." He looked at the group and smiled with determination.

"Alright!" The four girls said, all in agreement.

X

Akua had arrived at the front door of the castle, there were piles of bodies everywhere. Blood was in pools all around the ground, and the hollow screaming coming from the people being gunned down was enough to give even the grim reaper the chills. But, the one body that stood out the most was the one that was on top of the castle hanging through a spear. The severed head of the person on the tip of the spear gave Akua a fuzzy feeling at the back of her head. When she looked closer she gasped to her horror, her eyes becoming watery, as a rage began to boil inside of her. No wonder it was so familiar, it was her father. Issa Shuzen.

Authors Note:

Hello guys! Sorry for the late update of this chapter! I thank you guys for your patience, and I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really have enjoyed you guys' feedback from the previous chapter and the feedback is really appreciated, it's really encouraging! I love it! I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. My finals are almost over, I only have around three or four small finals left I think, but I don't think that's going to hold me back much from writing. I will do my best to update, but school is almost ending and next week is really hectic, but after that I'm free and continuing to write according to the regular schedule (weekly). I apologize for that small mistake the other day, I was planning on uploading something but I changed my mind at the last minute realizing that I had screwed up. Sorry about that! Other than that I had a blast writing this chapter. And I hope you stay tuned for more.

Lots of credit to my wonderful friend Layla (Descendant-of-Blue-Blood)for editing, and helping me write this chapter. She's really awesome, and I'm really glad she's helping me out so props to her!

Thank you guys for reading this chapter, and I will see you (hopefully) very soon!

- Queen of Cellos