Hey guys. Here's the next chapter; I found this chapter to be a little awkward for two reason but the main one was the set up for next chapter when the gang get a full blast of Tristian darker personality and have to fight Shadou with Chifuyu. Next chapter will mostly be in Chifuyu's pov but it will occasionally go to the others. We are nearing the end of this story but not for another four or five chapters; just a warning. 'nother warning fair amount of blood and other nasties so ya. RFF. Enjoy.

Houki's POV

Houki watched in mild amazement as Tristian held himself back. She saw such murderous fury in his eyes that that Houki, herself, was frozen in fear. She was surprised that the man was still standing arrogantly.

"And why would I scream? Huh." The man taunted. The female, who had a figure she would kill for, just laughed.

"Because I'm the Black Dragon." Tristian said sitting on the table. The man looked at him, dismissed him and then did a double take. He tried to back up but he fell back upon realizing that his leg under his knee was now missing.

"First things first," he started, "you ruined my perfectly good steak, 2) you stole my title. I killed a lot of people for that title and third; that is against the rules."

Houki watched in horrified fascination as Tristian's arm disappear. Only to return not a second later in a spray of blood and screams. Houki knew that technique; the Vanishing Demon. That was one of the most lethal techniques in the entire world. It's said to come from a trio of techniques that are believed to be only practiced by demons. Tristian stood there covered in blood; wearing it as if it's as normal as the clothes on his body.

Houki could not bring herself to move; due to the fact that if she did, Tristian's attention would then turn to her and the group. Relief flooded through her as Tristian turned to face the remaining burglars. Most were trembling as soon as they looked Tristian in the eyes and saw the devouring bloodlust there.

Tristian looked at the burglars and sighed. Houki was shocked that he wasn't just slaughtering everyone in sight. He turned to the woman he came with and threw her his phone.

"Call Kisumu and tell him I want whoever's head for this." He ordered. His voice was strain as if he was a dam and the water pressure was building up behind the wall. Houki still didn't move as the woman snickered.

"Oh T.T. I think you already took it." She laughed softly. Houki watched as her long black hair was thrown violently back as Tristian's blade point appeared before her left eye. Tristian was looking at her with a glare that put his earlier look to shame. This was just simple, pure, volcanic rage; the kind that Ichika got when nothing else mattered but defeating the enemy.

"Jasmine….Do it."

Houki slowly began to relax her muscles. She didn't even realize that she was ready to spring should Tristian turn his gaze towards her and the gang. This luckily didn't happen. Due to about seven burglars cocking their guns and pointing them at Tristian.

"Put your sword down and get on your knees." Houki's eyebrows shot up at the female voice that issued from behind the ski mask. Houki looked at Tristian to see his reaction. Houki was surprised to see that he looked defeated and tired.

Tristian's pov

Tristian sighed and internally face palmed. In America, no female was stupid enough to participate in a crime. Tristian looked at all the people and counted three women and four men. two seconds…go.

Tristian sprung forward into Vanishing Demon stance at lightning speed. Moving faster than the human eye could follow; Tristian bounced in between the enemies, using different weapons to end their lives. He returned to his original position in 1.75 seconds. Tristian nodded impressed with himself. He hadn't used that technique in a long time. His own personal record of taking down 47 people in less than two and a half seconds. This is a record he was very proud of.

"Really T.T.," Jasmine scolded, "You had to kill them?"

Tristian snorted. There was no way to use Vanishing Demon passively; the speed and power required for the technique is a guaranteed kill. He brushed past Jasmine and out the door. Policemen were swarming the area in front of him.

"Sir! Halt!" one shouted as he spotted Tristian. He sighed and stared down every one of the cops. He was not in the mood to deal with breathing organisms at the moment.

"I can provide that thrill."

Tristian felt grin slowly spread across his face. He might have to take up that offer. Using Vanishing Demon's speed; Tristian zipped through the police officers and within a few seconds he was at the mall. He skidded to a stop; to most people it looked like he just appeared out of thin air. He walked briskly through the mall area. Everything else dulled for he was a man on a mission; he had to get to Chifuyu. There was a fight to be had and maybe, just maybe, Tristian will finally taste her blood.

Charlotte POV

Charlotte could do nothing but stare at the spot where the man had died. Over two hours ago, a man had died to a cold blooded murderer. She knew this person; she had a crush on this person. She had thought she could be friends with this person.

Charlotte looked at the woman he came with and found her looking back with a gentle look. Charlotte recalled how easily she dealt with Tristian's act of murdering. Laura was the only one in the group that remained behind to make sure she made it home but she kept her distance. Charlotte was grateful because the German probably couldn't say anything to make her feel better.

"That was the first time you've seen murder isn't it?" A motherly tone asked. Charlotte refused to look at her and ended up staring at the wall. The only thing she didn't mean to do was nod. She saw the woman nod slowly out of the corner of her eye. Charlotte was amazed that a woman this beautiful could stand to be anywhere near Tristian.

"You have to forgive Tristian," Charlotte was so surprised by what she said, that she turned to look at the woman, "He did not mean to kill anyone today but the idiot forgot the sovereignty that comes with the title of Black Dragon."

There was that title again. Sarashiki, the robber and now this woman have all referred to Tristian as the Black Dragon. What does that damn title mean and why does Tristian have it. The woman must have seen the question on her face because she answered the question next.

"Being the Black Dragon means you're the strongest of everyone, who's profession revolves around violence and war."

Charlotte did a double take. Why would there be such a tittle and why did it hold such "sovereignty" over everyone. Before she could ask, the woman had walked off and disappeared in the crowd of officers.

Charlotte stood in one spot, frozen. How many people did Tristian rule over? How many have died to the boy who was the "strongest". Laura walked over to her side and Charlotte couldn't resist asking.

"Do you work for the Black Dragon?"

Laura stiffened. Charlotte turned to look her and stared straight into her eyes seeking an answer. Laura was unusually twitchy for a couple minutes before answering.

"The Black Dragon is the person every country fears as their enemy and praises as their most valuable asset. Whomever holds that title is the strongest person in the world and they reign over every fighter, soldier, assassin, hit man, bodyguard and criminal in the world."

Charlotte began to say so but Laura cut her off violently, "The Black Dragon is someone who is not to be messed around with. If you ever meet him or her run for your life because your just another pathetic bug for them to crush."

Charlotte was in utter shock by how vehemently Laura was about this. She just kind of followed behind her as she dragged her back to the train that would take them back to the school. For the near hour on the train; Charlotte wondered how Laura missed Tristian calling himself the Black Dragon and how she was going to react when seeing Tristian.

What she didn't expect when they arrived at the academy was to find the front garden area in complete and utter ruin. In front of the two of them stood Miss Orimura and further up stood a very large metallic, black dragon; snarling at Miss Orimura.

"Is this the kind of person you are Tristian? I thought George raised you better." Orimura shouted. Charlotte didn't see Tristian until he leapt down form the head of the dragon. Charlotte couldn't see his face but she felt a cold shiver and a spike of fear arc through her.

"I am exactly as he raised me, Chifuyu. A killer, an assassin who stalks the night and slaughters during the day. I am the Black Dragon; I will have your blood, woman!"

Chifuyu shifted stances with the Katana in her hands, "Not today, brother. My blood will remain mine."

Tristian's laugh was maniacal and blood-chilling, "Very well, Sister," he sneered, Let us resume our dance."

And with an earth shaking roar; Tristian and the dragon charged.

See ya next time. (evil chuckle)