Okay, here's the new chapter! And I found something out. It turns out that I really can only update when I'm stressed or emotional… Weird.
Omg I'm reading a fanfiction and it's so sad! I usually don't get too emotional but it's so depressing! Poor Kanda…
Disclaimer: I wish upon a star that I could at least see Katsura in real so I could tell her to get her lazy butt up and post new chapter, shaking her shoulders like a lunatic the whole time.
Okay, here goes my poor attempt at humor.
Anyways, on with the chapter!
Allen blinked, dumbfounded. Gradually his surprise drained away into irritation. "Couldn't you at least have undone my binds, Mikk?" He growled in a low tone. Tyki raised his hands in defense. "O-oi, I only did what you asked" Despite his stutter, he was wearing a shit-eating grin. Oh, how people annoy him at times.
Chaoji had finally gathered his thoughts together, though he was still confused, much less surprised. "You know you just gave me a traitor who was trying to escape, right?" A nod from Tyki confirmed his suspicions. "Not like you'd get far with him anyways." If Tyki had any less dignity he'd be rolling on the ground from laughing. Well then again, another thing holding him back was the Shounen, who was looking more ticked by the moment.
Speaking of having a hard time, said Shounen was currently struggling out of Chaoji's grip. Which was impressive, given that Chaoji had Innocence and the fact that he didn't appear to be getting out of the bindings any time soon. "Stop struggling, you traitor-" Allen cut him off by slamming his head – hard – Into Chaoji's forehead. Now, if Chaoji was Kanda, Allen could very well be a dead man.
Allen smirked in victory and struggled away, managing to stand up. "Tyki, please remove these bothersome restraints." He stressed the word 'please', in other words saying "If you don't untie me right now I swear you will regret this more than the day you agreed to play strip poker with me." Tyki sighed and walked over to Allen and began to work on the damned bindings, casting a glance over to the Exorcist. Yup, he was gonna be down for a few minutes.
` Dodge. Step. Counterattack. Step. Repeat. Kanda repeated this pattern multiple times. He was having a fairly difficult time, to say the least. The damned Noah(s?) had combined their bodies into one, with hair longer than his, and was currently controlling the strangely moving hair. Seriously, if it was truly hair then wasn't it supposed to, say, not move on its own and grow in length? Che, annoying Noah.
Kanda was beginning to grow bored of this constant routine, but unless they either gave him a chance or crawled into a hole and rotted away then it wasn't going to happen. And yes, he knew that the latter was not going to happen, but he could hope, right?
Kanda had multiple scratches and a nasty looking burn on his arm, but he didn't worry about it. "What's the matter? You're getting slow, Exorcist." The Noah was smirking its usual annoying smirk. "No, I'm debating on the matter of whether or not I should cut off your hair." Tick marks appeared on his head. "Maybe you should try cutting off yours and going bald! That look would be much more manly for you, being as slim as you are."
Kanda then spent the next hour bashing the Noah's skull into his brain.
Road winced. She could have sworn she heard something crack from within Jasdevi. Knowing them, though, they probably deserved it. They picked the worst Exorcist to fight, though. Heck, a General wouldn't be as ferocious as that.
She returned her attention to her own battle. She was currently playing with an Exorcist so weak that it wasn't worth mentioning his name. She sighed, wishing that the Exorcist in front of her, that was quickly breaking, was Lenalee.
She suddenly felt frustrated with the barely standing Exorcist and surrounded him with candles. Too bad his scream was drowned out by the other sounds of fighting. He had such a lovely voice. She turned and walked away with a hop in her steps. Maybe now she could find her doll and hope it wasn't broken by another Noah or Akuma.
Lenalee leaned her hands against her knees to catch her breath. Up ahead she could hear the childish laughter. The one who is capable of hurting so many people. She paid no heed to its insults, coming from that high pitched Akuma. She looked up to the Level Four who was currently laughing. She grit her teeth and straightened up. She took a deep breath before lunging forward once again, either unaware of uncaring for the danger that she was facing. She had to protect her family, she wouldn't be the useless fool she had been last time!
She braced herself for the attack that she knew was going to happen.
Allen stretched his arms above his head, relieved to get out of those heavy and tight restraints. He looked over to Chaoji, who had a steady stream of blood flowing down his forehead where Allen had reared his head back and crashed into him. If he thought about it, he could feel a small and unpleasant throb in the back of his head, but he tuned that out.
He felt a grin come onto his face. Oh, Chaoji thought he was a monster now? Just wait until he had actually begun fighting, that might change Chaoji's opinion a little, ne? He felt his hands twitch, yearning to wrap these soon to be bloodied hands around the puny, weak neck and suffocate the victim that his sadism was being directed at.
In fact, that was exactly what he did. The wall around Chaoji formed a crater, thanks to Allen's hand slamming him into the wall. He tightened his grip, sighing in relief when he felt Chaoji's breath hitch. He had very well been planning on ending his life then and there if something hadn't interrupted him.
That something consisted of thoughts about a certain roach that had yet to be squashed. It was apparent that the roach had been gaining arrogance over his capture, easily letting his guard down. Oh, that roach didn't have the slightest clue that there was a snake who had sensed and track his presence, or was about to. Roaches existed to either be played with until torn to a bloody mess, immediately exterminated, or squashed.
Indeed, Levvie had no idea what was coming for him. He found his grin that he was wearing turn into something more, something so wide that it was something that only a Noah could accomplish.
Allen also didn't fail to notice a stirring within his mind. It was not unpleasant as the others had been. The other consciousness in his mind was just as pleased as he was.
He released he grip on Chaoji, letting him slide down to the ground. He didn't register the fact that Tyki had been so surprised by his sudden act of violence that he had dropped his cigarette.
He walked away in what appeared to be a mixture of a hop, run, and skip, on towards the main hall.
The roach had become too relaxed. But his time was over, now. It was the snake's turn to prey upon its toy. And so, the game of Tag between the Roach and the Snake began.
Eh, sorry for the comparisons going on here. The best thing I could think of for Allen, with his personality change, would be a snake. Maybe I could have made Levvie a mouse?
And sorry again for the long update. But unless I get more review then I won't be motivated enough. I have other things to do, so I'll be occupied if no reviews come in. I'm not the person to give empty threats.
And also, if you would like to suggest how to continue this story then feel free to let me know of your ideas. You see I have pretty much no plot, I'm the type of person who wings it.
Review, please!
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