The Chance Fight

By: Red_Ember018

"If fate was a story-teller, it would've made millions just by telling one story that made everyone miserable."

Everybody tensed as they saw that both of their leading members take stances that were both unknown and somewhat familiar to them. The air was filled with the eerie stench of death and truth… and all but two were confused. The auras that the two were giving off were dragons compared to theirs and literally felt just as lethal. They all moved backwards slowly, giving the both of them the room and distance they needed to start their fight that was surely a big one. Everyone held their breath's as they waited for the play that would soon unfold.

Mikan knew that using her Alice to see her opponents face was useless, that she wouldn't even know what her Kuro-neko looked like under the mask and she felt that doing so would break a promise they held on to for the longest time. She knew this was he and only a small, but relevant, confirmation is the only thing that is hindering her heart to fully accept that fact. She relaxed her stiff shoulders just a bit seeing that he was just as tense, so maybe he still remembered her. She started their old routine and hesitantly took a step to the right, waiting to see if he would do the same; in her head she saw him charging towards her, not even the slightest bit close as to what the real Kuro would've done. Her heart jumped when he did the same, doing so with grace and coordination; her heightened senses caught on with his sudden movements quickly and she recognized the pattern his limbs and body were going. She smirked and started a fiery fight that only they knew would reveal into a dance of memories and times.

Natsume remembered everything clearly and the next step would be to continuously circle each other until they complete a full circle, they were halfway trough and before any one could take another step, Natsume charged and threw a back hand that Mikan easily parried, Natsume quickly created some space between their bodies since he was vulnerable this close. Mikan smirked, even though no one could see her lips move, she dodged again and then threw a front kick right aimed right at his stomach. Natsume saw it coming and evaded it by jumping back a length, he just barely made out of it and the kick came in contact with his shirt, it tore right across in a long thin line, and unconsciously, the two drew nearer the other. The adrenaline in their veins pumped feverishly, because even though this fight was old, they were filling it up with new moves.

Mikan was excited, the thrill of doing this again with an old friend was more than she could take, she is going to give it her all in this one fight. She tried different moves of the same style she's been using the most, the style that both she and Kuro-neko have learned about since they were children. It was an old martial art where the techniques have almost died out. Mikan knew she would have to rely on her knowledge and prowess in this art alone to truly confirm this guy's identity; she would know; they've been sparring in this style since their childhood like it was a game of tic-tac-toe, it just came naturally.


Natsume knew that using his Alice was useless, he knew that he could do without anyway, this battle wasn't meant to have a winner, it was for the truth; which they were so desperately holding on to.

As the fight continued the tension grew more and more, the battle; that should be called, more appropriately, a dance, turned into something fierce without losing its grace and perfection, neither of the participants seems to be breaking a sweat, no one getting a hit in, just parries and dodges and whatnot.

Persona, in all his angst-y black glory, actually sensed something odd with this fight. There was no hostility, no pressure to win; to him it looked like his best two were actually having fun, but still taking it seriously. He knew that Shiro-neko could've finished off that black cat ages ago if not for something that was holding her back, he knew he couldn't interfere since (unfortunately) Mikan could burn him into a crisp, or even disintegrate him using his own Alice if he were to meddle now.

He stood back and watched the play unfold right before his eyes, when finally they seemed to have slowed down their pace (still fast for the newbie members though) and watched in utter amazement when the two just stopped in the middle of their fight. It was as if they just hadn't move a muscle and returned to their places before; standing upright and still, as relaxed as the day they first fell asleep under the Sakura Tree, but no one knew that other than them. Their breathing was even and everything to them felt in sync. They were in their own world now and no one could ever burst that little bubble they have, unless they have a death wish though.

They both knew what was coming and readied themselves mentally and physically; emotionally, though was not an option here, the first rule when wearing your masks, don't ever, ever show emotion. Emotions will only hinder your performance, complete a mission at all costs, it was the first rule these bastards drove into their noggins the day they started training here. At that same moment though, they both decided to turn a blind eye to this particular rule and just this once give all their rage and frustrations and all that bottled up emotions out. If you could compare it to the feeling you get when you've had enough with the world and just want to break every single piece of furniture you own, well this is it, but they channel all that into their fists and their bodies and into this very fight.

Every single individual in that room suddenly felt a change in the atmosphere, the temperature went down to a cold that bites and gnaws, it was like that for a while and then it suddenly changed to a temperature so hot they felt like they were in a desert of some kind, the extreme changes in temperatures left goose bumps on their skin and a heavy feeling rested in the pit of their stomachs, and honestly, this is something that does not usually happen in a room filled with dangerous DA students. In the midst of their confusion, they failed to notice the tiny movements of their leader's - might as well get used to calling them so if the wanted to keep their heads - right hand. For the most part, the movements seemed strangely odd, like they were both shaking, their hands closed to fists until their knuckles turned white, like they were trying to keep something inside them from exploding and then… they opened their palms revealing the most bizarre sight the small group of students – and a teacher - have ever seen.

In each of their upturned palms were levitating glowing orbs of white; and the surge of power that the audience had the misfortune to have felt was like the burn of flames that could only have been from hell, and the freezing sensation of the worst frostbite in one wave. The wave washed through the students, sending some to briefly scream, vomit, fall to their knees and some (the few that Mikan went hard on) to feel faint. Persona ignored the grunts of pain around him and could only describe the wave like a hit to the gut, by Mikan, only a hundred times worse, and that's to say that she has the strongest fist in the School, even without her Alice.

In all that chaos, two figures were completely oblivious and only had one fixture in their minds. The audience was completely ignored and was reduced to almost half without having to fight again. Those left standing were sent shivers of fear as they could have been in the receiving end of the new girl's power, and since she wasn't using an Alice, this only made them more afraid, but no one had the guts to speak up as they could feel a slight chill on the back of their necks and that could have only been from their teacher.

Persona was in brooding mode, no, brooding was taking it lightly. He was muttering all kinds of dark things under his breath and he seemed out of his usual calm indifference. Thoughts of Hyuuga's "power" and Mikan's little secret that has been hidden in the years that they have been together were racing at mach speed in his head and for some time brooded a little more before coming to a decision of personally talking with Mikan and blackmailing the brat to tell. But as he watched on as the two figures were readying themselves and taking a stance that forebode charging, the collision of powers too great that the students in front of him backed up behind him; even through all that, he still felt a little bit… left out.


I think that this was the shortest chapter as of yet, but hey I removed those silly things in front right? *Sigh* sorry it took too long, and well at least, in the years that I've abandoned this story, I've gotten at least one chapter uploaded in two years... what? At least that makes progress!

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