Errolas: YO, PEOPLES! Welcome to Chapter 6! This chapter sets straight what happened one chapter earlier. For those of you who hadn't guessed yet, Katana's true identity is going to be revealed in this chapter.
Nogias: Well, At least the cannons don't stay dead.
Errolas: Like I said, Nogi. You can't kill cannons. They're big metal machines meant for killing!
Nogias: Alright, JUST SHUT UP NOW. Let's get another new character in here, give it up for Vincent Ashe!
Vincent: (Kie-kun12): HEY!
Nogias: Please, for the sake of my sanity, just don't touch me…
Vincent: Please. I'm in this for the ladies. I'm not interested in boys, save for want of a posse… you want in?
Nogias: um… Sure!
Errolas: Alright, Chapter 6 is a go!
CHAPTER 6: Enter Kara: Back to Front!
A tall, pale girl with long black hair walked around the room, a look of total disgust in her eyes. In contrast to her stark black suit, pants, tie, and black headband, her glaring green eyes lit up the rest of her form like a flashlight.
"Jeez, did you have to call me away from my clients, Katana? You know how they get when I have to reschedule them. The last one yelled at me for an hour and finished by saying she was going to find a better therapist. I HATE THAT! DO YOU KNOW HOW FAR I HAD TO LOOK TO GET MY JOB?!" she yelled, her eyes now turning a slight tinge of red, "MY JOB TAKES ME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN AND YOU STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL ME IN FOR SOMETHING THIS MINOR?!"
"Minor?" Katana said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "You call THIS MINOR?" Katana was outraged. After all, who could call the murders of four young girls a MINOR thing?
"Yes, I call it MINOR. This kind of crap happens ALL the time, right? SO HOW IS THIS MAJOR FOR YOU?! IS THIS A MAJOR THING JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE GIRLS?!" She shouted, now angrier than she started.
"YES! THIS IS MAJOR TO ME! AND YES, IT'S BECAUSE THEY'RE GIRLS! YOU'RE A GIRL, AREN'T YOU?! I'D BE GOING BALLISTIC IF YOU'D BEEN KILLED! WHY? BECAUSE GIRLS ARE LIKE FAMILY TO ME! I CARE DEEPLY ABOUT ALL GIRLS, YOU INCLUDED!" Katana shouted, filling the air around them with an aura of almost bloodthirsty anger. The longer this took, the less time he'd be able to devote to hunting the killers.
The girl's eyes snapped open from shock. Katana was practically in front of her, his entire visage reeking of rage and bloodlust. She knew what he needed her here for; she just didn't know how he wanted her to do it.
"So, what's the plan, Katana? How would you like me to find the identities of these guys for you?" she asked, strolling around some more to try and calm down. She was sure she was going to lose another large group of customers.
"How do you think I want you to do this, Kara? What with you, being the 'Hyper-touch-sensitive' girl, and all. I know what you can do, Kara. So do it," Katana said, now beginning to calm down himself. If she could do this one thing, he could make it so she'd have never done it in the first place.
"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?! Use THAT technique? That screws me up in ways you can't imagine, Katana! You know that! I won't be able to go anywhere for months! I'll probably have to shut down my practice!" Kara said indignantly, stumbling back a few steps, her knees buckling.
"I UNDERSTAND FULLY. I know how to fix that. Just please do it, there isn't much time left," Katana said. Kara knew what he meant. She reached her right hand to the hem of the glove on her right and pulled it off. Holding up her right hand, she whispered an unintelligible phrase, and her fingertips opened up into tiny mouths, each sporting tiny teeth and a tentacle-like tongue. With a look of great disgust, she reluctantly drove her fingers into the pools of fluid, allowing the materials to enter her body. She waited a moment, and then cringed, collapsing to the ground. Her face held a clear expression of pain. She screamed as the fluids inside her churned in her stomach, separating into their basest elements. Soon, her screaming subsided and she stood, returning the glove to her hand. The look of pain and disgust lifted, leaving behind her original serious expression.
"The perpetrators are Black Blood Sunrise. The drummer had keys to the dressing rooms made prior to this; he'd been planning it since the day he found out that he and his friends would be playing as second-fiddle to an all girl rock band," Kara said, pausing to shake a small chill from her body. She hated using the technique she'd just used, but soon she could return to her house and sleep off the massive energy drain.
"Thanks, Kara. Your services are always useful. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said, holding out a hand and forming a strange symbol, "It's time for me to go back and stop this from happening. CHAOS SEAL, RELEASE!" the symbol before him opened into an image of a circle with arrows coming from all sides: the arcane symbol for Chaos.
"KATANA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOING TO USE THAT TECHNIQUE?! YOU KNOW HOW BAD IT IS FOR YOUR HEALTH!" Kara shouted, running over to him and yanking his arm out of its place, causing the symbol to fade away.
"Kara, NO! I'm doing this for a reason! I know the risk of using this move, but I just don't care! When justice and precious life are involved, some small sacrifices have to be made. Now please, step aside. This must be done," Katana said as he pulled his arm from her grasp and remade the symbol.
"But Katana, don't you get it? You'll have to cancel the concert! All these people came to see you! You can't do that to them!" Kara said, her eyes welling up with tears as she spoke. As Katana looked closer, he could see the traces of a stream of tears on her cheek.
"Kara, you don't have to worry. I won't be gone too long. Besides, I'll just tell them to have Dekopin Rocket do about a half hour of their songs until I've rested up. It's no big deal. I know what I'm doing; you just have to trust me, okay?" he said, stepping into the symbol and vanishing from sight.
Kara watched as the portal closed. Wiping one final tear from her eyes, she collected herself and walked out the door, saying, "Good luck. Come back safely, MASTER."
THE STORY IS OVER. FOR NOW…
Nogias: Well. Two Days. Jeezos, you're slowing down, dude!
Errolas: Trust me, if I didn't need to rush, I wouldn't have done this today.
Nogias: whatever…
Errolas: DON'T MESS WITH MEH!
Vincent: So, I'm gonna need to get you ready for your induction test…
Nogias: Really?
Errolas: OH BROTHER. Well, Ladies and Gents, i hope you enjoyed the mystery cliffhanger. I also hope that no one has yet figured out WHO Katana REALLY is!
Errolas, Nogias & Vincent: THANK YOU FOR VIEWING! R&R, CONSTRUCTIVE FLAMES ARE WELCOME! CHAPTER 7 SOON TO COME!
