You guys are in for a treat! This is our longest chapter yet. :D
I know I'm like… two days late. I'M SORRY PEOPLE. IT'S BECAUSE MY PARENTS PUT STUPID PARENTAL CONTROLS ON MY COMPUTER SO I CAN'T EVEN GO ON FANFICTION ANYMORE. BUT NO WORRIES. I CAN STILL GO ON MY FRIEND'S COMPUTER TO UPLOAD. SO WITH THAT—
Chapter 7
Throughout the rest of the lunch, the two girls remained alert and exchanged uneasy glances from time to time. They kept alert, ready to fight at any moment, like coiled springs. Nothing happened however, with the exception of their stalker pigeon continuously gazing at them. Lunch ended and after a few hours, school was also over. The five of them started making their way home, Yamiko continued faked her limp as she said bye to the guys at the front entrance.
"You know..." Yamiko smiled. "Whenever I look at this house I always feel so blessed that Iemitsu found us back when we were tiny."
Fuyuko smiled in agreement and opened gate that led to the garden.
The weird pigeon went unnoticed as it perched on a sakura tree. Deciding it was finally time to start some action, it swooped through the garden, dangerously close to Fuyuko's head.
Fuyuko was unlocking the front door when the pigeon decided to take care of its business on her head. Or in other words, poop on her.
She shrieked in surprise as a white substance dribbled down her forehead. A murderous aura developed around her as she pulled out a sharp kunai. She swung around towards the pigeon that was now innocently sitting on a decorative rock. The pigeon cooed and ruffled its wings, staring at her with blank, unnerving eyes.
Yamiko gulped. Poor pigeon.
Fuyuko's eyes glinted and she threw the kunai, hitting the pigeon squarely in its small chest. Only a little bit of blood spurted out, it was a neat hit and the bird simply fell to the ground. Fuyuko's face stretched into a creepy smile paired with a satisfied look. She went up to the bird, pulling out her kunai.
"Yamiko, do something with this thing or it's going to rot." She poked the lifeless being with the kunai. "Oh wait...there's something on its leg..."
Yamiko also went up staring at the dead creature. "You're right." She picked up the lifeless being and looked carefully at the leg. Attached to the leg was a small metal cylinder. She pulled it off of the pigeon's leg and noticed a lid. She opened and turned it over. A small memory chip tumbled out. They stared at it dumbly for a while until Fuyuko finally picked it up.
"Let me take a shower and then I'll investigate this. Do something about that bird and make dinner too," Fuyuko said as she walked tiredly into the house.
Yamiko looked into the pigeon's dead, void eyes. "Hello, stalker pigeon. What should I do with you?" She pondered her options and she struck gold. "It's my turn to make dinner tonight! Let's make you useful~!"
And with that she cheerfully carried the bird into the kitchen.
About half an hour later, Fuyuko walked into the dining room, her long hair slightly wet. "Turns out that the chip and pigeon were sent from Iemitsu...it was a video." Her eye twitched in annoyance. "Geez, if you're going to send a carrier pigeon, use a letter or something? Stick to one generation of technology—" She noticed the dinner sitting on the table. "—Is that...Peking duck?"
Yamiko shrugged. "I had to do something with the poor bird."
"What poor bird? That's what it gets for pooping on my hair. Your food smells good though," Fuyuko admitted, sniffing the mouthwatering aroma. "You have Basil's number right? Can I borrow your phone?"
"Eh? Why?" Yamiko asked, putting down two bowls of "duck" broth on the table. She walked back into the kitchen and brought back stir-fried bok choy and a platter of ma po tofu.
"I don't know how else to contact Iemitsu. He said to send the pigeon back but—" She looked down at the cooked bird. "I'd say it's too late for that and he doesn't have a cell phone. I would call the CEDEF headquarters in America but I think they went back to Italy and I don't know the number."
Yamiko sat down and pulled out her phone, handing it to Fuyuko. "You didn't have to go so in detail. Anyways, what did he say in the video?"
"Not much. 'How do you like your new home? How's my son?' Blah blah blah." Fuyuko rolled her eyes while scrolling through the contacts on the phone. She pressed the dial button and waited impatiently as the phone rang. No one picked up. She started to glare at the phone and Yamiko gave her a weird look.
"You know, sending hate vibes at the phone isn't going to make him pick up."
"But it's your phone and your number! He should pick up!" Fuyuko complained.
Yamiko tilted her head in confusion. "What does that have anything to do with that? Anyways, I'm eating."
Staring grumpily at the phone, Fuyuko dialed again. Geez, the reason I'm using Yamiko's phone is so he would pick up. If it was from my phone he'd just ignore it.
After a couple rings, an overly excited voice spoke from the other side. "Hello? Tammie?"
"Guess again," Fuyuko said blandly.
Far across the seas in Italy, Basil sweat-dropped. "A-ah...hi Victoria."
"I sense disappointment," Fuyuko said crossly. "Whatever, pass the phone to Iemitsu, will you?"
She waited through a moment of silence and a new voice spoke, "Hey Vicky!"
"Hi." Fuyuko absentmindedly poked the pigeon with her chopsticks. "I'm hungry so I'll make this quick. Don't send more pigeons, I'll kill you. You have computers, so use them. Also, we got attacked by the Eramo today, it seems like they've finally started to close in on us."
Iemitsu's voice became serious. "I see, well take care and make sure to protect Tsuna. Also, send me my pigeon back."
Fuyuko looked guiltily at her dinner. "Er, it's kind of...cooked. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. I PROMISE."
"Eh? M-my pigeon? My specially bred pigeon?" Iemitsu's voice raised a couple octaves higher.
Fuyuko held the phone away from her ear. "Anyways, bye." She quickly hung up.
Yamiko stuck her tongue out at her. "Technically this is your fault."
Fuyuko rolled her eyes and added on a more serious note. "We should probably go stake out at Tsuna's house tonight. I have a bad feeling about what's going to come next."
The other girl's eyes sparkled with an unidentifiable glint. "It's been a while since we actually fought seriously."
Fuyuko smirked. "Hope you haven't gotten soft."
"Well, no. But I was never one for gory endings."
They quickly finished their unique meal and made their way back to their bedroom. They took out the scroll and entered the secret room that was below their house to get ready for their predicted battle.
Yamiko chose her trademark traditional Kung Fu uniform made out of fine, white silk. The top was short sleeved, had a collar up to the middle of her neck, and reached right above her knees. A dark blue cloud design swirled from her hip up to her right shoulder. She buttoned up the Chinese buttons that curved from her shoulder down under her left arm. Her pants, too, were made out of the same material and matched the cloud design that swirled from her right ankle up to her knee. She firmly knotted a silk blue belt into place above her hip. Yamiko braided her sky blue bangs to one side and held it with pins to keep her hair out of her face. She put the rest of her hair on the sides of her head in two small, braided buns. She went over to the weapon racks to find the traditional Chinese straight sword she always used. It was protected by its custom-made sheath which she secured to her waist with her belt. The red tassel danced around at the bottom of her sword. She strapped her piccolo and pouch of senbons on her right leg, hiding them under her top.
Fuyuko wore black shorts that were easy to move around in. On top she wore a large, loose, short sleeve shirt that was a drab beige color. At the end of the short sleeves were buckles which attached to a pair of arm warmers that were loose and flowing at the hands. She also slid on a loose collar, which covered her neck and part of her face, and was attached to the shirt with more buckles. Using a hair tie she put her long hair up in a high ponytail. She then wrapped it into a bun, securing that with a sharp tipped hair stick, ornamental and dangerous. She grabbed a small pouch, filled it with kunais and shurikens, and strapped it onto her leg for easy access. After pocketing two of the ninja variation of a trench knife and a kusarigama, she pulled on two black arm guards that had a plate of hard metal. They were hidden under her arm warmers along with other various small weapons placed strategically around her clothes.
"What's with all of the weapons?" Yamiko sighed with exasperation. "We're only there for protecting. Are you ready to kill someone?"
"What fun is a battle without a few deaths? Plus, I think I may have gotten rusty so I need to renew my sadism. Ready to go?"
"Wait, one second." Yamiko turned to get her white mask with swirly blue patterns on it. "You should cover your face more."
"Already on it," Fuyuko replied, grabbing a black, ninja-like mask that covered all of her face below her eyes. She pulled it down, letting it hang on her neck.
Fuyuko tsk-ed. "Your clothes really stand out. No camouflage."
"It's tradition. I am Chinese after all. Besides, where did you get your clothes?" Yamiko huffed.
"I personally asked Iemitsu order them. Blends in well with surroundings and it's easy to hide weapons in."
"Figures." Yamiko sighed as she walked out to the front door.
"You have your ring?" Fuyuko asked as she slid on hers.
"Yup!" Yamiko's ring winked in the moonlight.
She slipped on a pair of white Kung Fu shoes and waited as Fuyuko pulled on black converse sneakers. Soon they left, running with incredible speed towards Tsuna's house. When they arrived they hid themselves in the trees, keeping a careful watch on the house.
At that time, inside Tsuna's house, Tsuna, Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Reborn were doing homework in Tsuna's room. Reborn looked sharply out the window as he felt the girls' presences. Keeping watch, huh, but I doubt at how reliable they could be. They're just two teen girls after all.
Outside, Fuyuko formed a scowl.
Yamiko whispered. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Fuyuko said sullenly. "I just had the distinct feeling someone was looking down on us."
"Focus, you idiot," Yamiko reprimanded. "You don't know when we'll be—" She paused, her eyes narrowing "—attacked. You feel it, Fuyuko, this murderous intent..." She glanced around and spotted several men clad in black, stealthily approaching Tsuna's house.
Fuyuko smirked, sliding back further into the foliage to hide herself. She pulled her mask up. "Definitely, it's making my blood stir. Happy hunting!" She sunk further into the bushes, completely disappearing. Moments later a slight groan was heard. Yamiko peered out to see one of the men grasping his arm where a kunai was embedded.
After putting her mask on, Yamiko slid down from the tree, careful to be unnoticed. She moved cunningly so she was positioned behind the group of people.
"Someone's here. Watch out…" One of the men looked around cautiously.
Fuyuko appeared from the shadows, startling the men. Her black mask was covering most of her face, so her sly grin was not visible. "Watch out? Even if you watch out you won't escape my attacks."
A large man chuckled. "What's this, a kid? And a girl at that? Oh how scary, the seven of us are trembling with fear."
Yamiko stifled a laugh. Information obtained. So there are seven of them, huh. I only see four down there so we should be careful, they might be hiding somewhere else.
Fuyuko didn't respond to the man's taunts and pulled out another kunai, aiming it toward the four.
The one that had gotten hit smiled, pulling out the previous kunai. "You think that little single blade can stop the four of us, little darling?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Who said it was just one?" And she threw the blade, muttering under her breath, "Don't underestimate cloud flame users, you bastards." The kunai and her ring lit with purple flames and multiplied at an incredible speed.
"The propagation property of cloud!" said the big man as he was stabbed by numerous blades. He cursed and pulled some out before making a lunge toward Fuyuko. "Don't under estimate me, Note A, of the C Major Squad, little girl!" 'Note A' grabbed her arm roughly and twisted it behind her back.
Yamiko, watching all of this, almost laughed out loud. C MAJOR SQUAD? That's so retarded. She clicked her tongue. Fuyuko shouldn't be caught to easily. She must have something up her sleeve. But I guess this is my turn then! She pulled out her piccolo and placed it gently against her lip. After taking a breath of air she blew, letting out a faint but sharp sound. The other three looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of the noise. They were greeted by red storm covered wind blades, dancing to the melody of Yamiko's music. They winced in pain as the blades left shallow, but numerous, cuts. Fuyuko smirked under her mask as her partner's blades flew past her. The music momentarily stopped and the wind blades disappeared.
She stepped out from her hiding position, revealing herself the group.
One of the men spat out blood. Crap, another flame user and it looks like storm… "Another brat? Don't defy me. After all, I am Note B." How did she create flames out of that petty little instrument…?
"In case you're wondering, I had Talbot make this piccolo for me." Yamiko seemed to read the Note's mind.
Yamiko grinned although hidden by her mask, sliding her long straight sword out of its sheath. The cold metal twinkled evilly. "Nice meeting you, gentlemen. I'd like to caution the big one over there holding my friend; she doesn't like being restrained."
Note A, holding Fuyuko, snickered. "So?"
"Oh yes," Yamiko added. "She's also extremely flexible."
Fuyuko's eyes glinted as she slyly pulled out a trench knife with her other hand. She twisted the arm that was being held to rotate around her shoulder, something only someone with joint hypermobility could do, letting her move. Note A's eyes widened as she stabbed him with the knife in the abdomen. She wrenched her arm from his grip and kicked him in the head.
Yamiko laughed. "I warned you." She then charged towards the group of three.
"Don't underestimate us, Note C, B, and D, just because you can pull a few tricks, china girl."
"I'm glad you recognize my home country," she said stoically and swung her sword.
Note C moved backwards, dodging it narrowly. She crouched down, performing a low spinning sweep kick, causing him to lose balance. She used the moment to use her senbons, stabbing him in certain pressure points. He fell to the floor, paralyzed, and she cleanly slit his throat. Note C is down. Now, A, B, D, E, F, and G are left. They all should be named the notes of "C Major" scale…
But she winced in pain, turning around to see her back stabbed with a dagger. It had the same emblem as the one that was thrown at them during school. "So you're the person from before."
"And you're the ones that deflected my daggers. I was quite surprised," Note B said as he twirled another dagger with his fingers. "But you're still too weak." He raised his hand, about to stab her once more when she twirled around, blocking it with a spinning crescent kick.
He continued to talk. "That other girl will soon be taken care of too."
"She isn't one to be taken lightly. And neither am I. Besides, she's the greatest sadist I know, I feel sorry for Note A."
Note B just chuckled and shook his head. "Already unaware, blame your little experience; you didn't even notice someone coming up from behind you."
Yamiko's eyes narrowed; she had already felt another presence behind her. It was Note D. Note B waited for her face to distort with fear, but it never came. Instead she started to crack up. "I told you didn't I? Not to underestimate us." Little experience? Hah. Bullshit.
His eyes widened as he tried to call out a warning to Note D but was interrupted by his friend's death. Note D collapsed to the ground as Fuyuko pulled the kusarigama's blade out of his chest.
She grinned, "Surprise~"
"But—" Note B said in alarm, looking over to where the big man used to be. Even as a professional killer, he paled at what he saw. Being an assassin, he always gave his victims a quick, clean death but this was perturbing. The man, Note A, was lying on the ground, in a weird unnatural position. His head was bashed in and was impaled with a horrific number of kunais.
Yamiko laughed and shook her head. "You're always the showy one when it comes to killing."
"I like making cacti." Fuyuko smiled. Her clothes and face were splattered with blood. She was holding her scythe, now bloody with the third man's blood. "But he was pretty strong."
Yamiko started to lightly tend to Fuyuko's bleeding arm. "Okay, you guys said there was seven...three are dead. So four are left! Now I wonder where the other three are, huh?" Yamiko asked innocently.
Fuyuko held her kusarigama up, advancing toward him. "Spill or your guts will."
Note B laughed maniacally. "So you've defeated a few people, don't get so cocky!" He grinned slyly and in that instant a bullet came whizzing toward them from nowhere.
Fuyuko cursed as the bullet embedded itself in her left leg. Another bullet came flying, getting Yamiko in the right arm.
"Hey! That was my dominant arm, too!" Yamiko pouted, feeling little pain. Note B and Fuyuko saw that she had already pressed certain points along her neck to diminish the pain. Geh, it's going to be harder to use my sword now. Oh well, it's a good thing that I practiced using my left arm. She stuck it in the ground near her and unstrapped her sheath.
Fuyuko moved away in front of a tree. Yamiko's eyebrows rose. "What are you doing?"
"Uh, duh. Avoiding range of sniper fire," Fuyuko said.
Yamiko glanced at Note B, wary. "How do you know?"
"Raw calculations, wind levels, estimations, approximations," Fuyuko mumbled.
Yamiko paused for a few moments. "Stop trying to sound so smart. None of that makes sense."
"Shut up!" Fuyuko complained. "It's good enough."
Note B his chance to stab Fuyuko, but she blocked him with her arm. He looked confused at how her arms could stop metal, when he noticed underneath her arm warmers, she had guards on.
"Ah, good thing I put this on," she said, letting out a breath of relief.
Yamiko clicked her tongue again. "Now who's letting their guard down?" She threw a needle towards Note B. "See you in hell."
Fuyuko read her partner's movements and lent a hand by multiplying the needle to hit the right spots. "Yes~! More cacti!"
In a heartbeat, Note B was lying, motionless on the floor and Yamiko cleaned off the blade of her sword, hiding behind the tree with Fuyuko. She adjusted her mask that was slightly out of place
Meanwhile, inside the house Tsuna looked toward the window. "Hey, did you guys hear a shout?"
"Now that you mention it, it has been pretty noisy outside." Yamamoto agreed.
Gokudera rose to his feet. "I shall go investigate, Juudaime!"
Reborn jumped on top of him and shoved him back down. "It's nothing. Finish your homework, everyone."
Tsuna grumbled but obliged, staring dumbly back at his textbook. "AUGH! I don't get it!"
"No excuses, Dame-Tsuna!" Reborn said as he glanced at the window. More presences had appeared but it seems like they disappeared. What's going on outside. Those girls better not have died.
Outside, Yamiko peered out from behind the tree. "He's not shooting."
"Because we're hiding." Fuyuko inferred. "So, how to sniff this sniper out..." She glanced at Yamiko's piccolo, deep in thought. "Hey, play your piccolo."
"Eh? But I don't know where the other Notes are." She glanced around in confusion.
Fuyuko put her scythe away and pulled out some shurikens. "I'm not sure if this will work, but we both have a pretty good ear for music. We might be able to figure out by the disturbances of the pitches."
"Like...bats?" Yamiko questioned.
Fuyuko made a face. "Well, yes. But I don't quite like it when you put it that way. Anyways start playing."
She nodded and started to play a straight note, ironically a concert C pitch. Fuyuko closed her eyes, listening attentively. Yamiko turned slowly, changing directions of her sound. She stopped playing, looking for answers from Fuyuko.
"Eh, it didn't work. Like I thought, I'm not a bat. I do have a plan but it's really iffy. It might be a big risk." Fuyuko bit her lip, considering. "Ok, when I tell you to, start running down the road as fast as you can. Run in zigzags, not a straight line. You might get hit."
Yamiko looked worried. "Er, by bullets?"
"No, by fluffy marshmallows," Fuyuko said sarcastically but switched to a more serious tone. "Trust me on this one. Ready?"
"I...guess?" Yamiko hesitated.
Fuyuko nodded. "Now!" Yamiko sprinted out from behind the tree, and ran like the wind. Soon bullets started flying after her. Fuyuko narrowed her eyes. I have to hurry. She pulled out her shurikens and closed her eyes, searching for a presence. Stay calm, Vicky. Right now the sniper is trying to kill Yamiko. There must be a murderous presence somewhere. Find it. Find it. FOUND IT!
Yamiko winced as a bullet grazed by her side but kept her pace and irregular shift of direction. Left, right, right, left, right, left, left, left, right.
Fuyuko ran, leg throbbing in pain, as she jumped onto Tsuna's roof. She jumped from roof to roof until she saw a long barrel. Oh, you're so dead. She threw her shuriken, hitting the gunner who looked at her in surprise. Grabbing him by his arm, she threw him down from the roof to the ground, guaranteeing instant death. She grinned in satisfaction as she heard the sound of bones crunching. Good thing I took a year of judo.
She nimbly jumped down and limped her way back to Yamiko who was leaning against a lamppost, trying to catch her breath. She was clutching her arm, although in no pain, trying to stop the blood flow.
"Over?" Yamiko panted.
Fuyuko gave her a thumbs-up. "Dead. But we have to watch out. There should still be two more."
They took this time to analyze their injuries. Yamiko had a dagger wound on her back and two bullet wounds, one on her arm and the other which had scraped by her side. Fuyuko was in no better condition. Her arm was slightly sprained, and the other was cut deeply. She had a bullet wound on her left leg, causing her to limp.
Yamiko quickly drove a couple of needles into a pattern in Fuyuko's back to lessen her pain.
They both glanced warily around, keeping up their guards. Holding in the pain, they quickly made their way back near Tsuna's house.
"Where do you think they are?" Yamiko asked in a hushed voice looking carefully around her.
"I'm not sure—" Fuyuko stopped in the middle of her words, her face stiffening.
"Hm?" Yamiko started to turn towards Fuyuko. "What's wro—" Her face froze in fear as she looked at Fuyuko.
Yamiko stared in horror, seeing Fuyuko's shoulder penetrated by a long spear. There was no one the other end of the weapon.
"Shut up, dummy. They'll hear us." Fuyuko scolded, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. She grimaced in pain and reached her other arm back, pulling out the spear with great difficulty. Blood started to pour out slowly as Fuyuko dropped the spear on the floor, holding her hand to her hurt shoulder.
"What's going on?" Yamiko said, her voice rising.
Fuyuko shook her head in confusion. "I was stabbed by a floating spear. Floating. How is this possible?" She glanced toward Yamiko and widened her eyes. "Move Yamiko!"
Yamiko swung around in confusion, only to be struck by a large metal floating bat. She flew back a few feet and leaned forward, coughing up blood. She felt her ribs and winced. Some feel broken. The bat rose again and tried to strike Yamiko the head to knock her unconscious. She tilted back in surprise. Her mask was cracked on the left side of her chin. It crumbled and uncovered her mouth. Darn...I liked this mask...
Fuyuko looked at the floating baseball bat and grit her teeth. What the fuck is going on here? It started to advance toward her, menacingly swinging wildly. She ducked and kicked it away. The bat flew away but stopped and fell to the floor all of a sudden, as if it had hit something. However, Fuyuko could see nothing there.
A groan was heard, coming from where the bat had fallen. Yamiko looked bewildered and stepped forward to Fuyuko.
Fuyuko also had a similar reaction before she realized what was going on. This is a stretch. But invisible assassins? "Yamiko!" she shouted, calling out to her sister that was currently making her way towards her. "SIX O'CLOCK! KICK!"
Yamiko's faced flickered with brief confusion but did as she was told. Her eyes widened in surprise as her foot made contact with something. "Wha?"
Unbelievable. This isn't good. "Keep attacking there!" Fuyuko commanded, continuing to hold her bleeding shoulder as she tried to bind it with some cloth she tore off of her shirt.
Yamiko grimaced in pain from her broken ribs but kept kicking, starting to understand what was going on. Once again, she made contact with something and it flickered, revealing the shape of a tall man for a few seconds. As fast as it had appeared, it disappeared again.
Yamiko thrust out her fist, but it was stopped, caught by something. She smiled. "Oh, now I get it. But you're holding me now, I know where you are."
She twisted her arm around and thrust her foot out to kick the man squarely in the chest. He flickered again. Darting her hand near the tree, she reached out to grab her sword sitting in the dirt. With some struggle, she swung her sword in an arc managing to slice the man that was holding her. He started flickering like crazy but it stopped, fully revealing the man. His chest was bleeding and his nose was bent at an awkward angle. He wore a green body suit with weird things attached to it.
"So your invisibility is are gone now?" she said smartly, strapping on her sheath and protecting her sword once again.
Fuyuko sighed in relief. Invisibility suits? This could be troublesome. At least the mystery is solved. She walked towards Yamiko. "Careful, there should be another one. Let's beat this one up first"
The man who used to be invisible chuckled. "Hah, don't underestimate me. Even though I might have lost my advantage, you still won't be able to beat me. After all, I am Note F, the strongest in the group."
"Note this, note that. Aren't you guys embarrassed? C Major Scale? How lame can you get?" Fuyuko taunted.
"I wouldn't get so smart mouthed, little girl. I wonder how long you can stand with all that blood pouring out."
"Bastard," Fuyuko spat out. Why is everyone calling me a little girl today? But what he said is true, considering the amount of blood I'm losing right now; we have to finish this quickly. She glanced over at Yamiko who tried to look okay. It was evident though that she was in a great deal of pain, even with the acupuncture she had done to herself. Yamiko seems like she has a few ribs broken as well. And her wrist doesn't look too good either.
"We better start fighting far range. These people are probably as strong as they say they are." Fuyuko muttered softly to Yamiko, glaring at the Note F.
Yamiko groaned but agreed. They separated from each other, sliding back. Note F grinned. "You think I'll let you escape that easily?"
Yamiko ignored him and started to play her piccolo. A quick, sharp tune shrilled out of the instrument. Her dark red storm sped up with the melody. The blades became smaller and stronger. Yamiko tightened her control to focus on Note F, pinning him down with a fury of blades. Her eyebrows creased together and the red blades cut deeper into Note F's skin.
"AGH! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Note F stumbled around blindly, trying to evade the whirlwind. "STORM FLAMES?"
Ignoring her aching lungs and numbing fingers, Yamiko continued play. She changed her melody to sharper tones. Each sharp note resulted in a single crescent shaped blade, tearing Note F apart.
Note F smirked through his pain, his suit bloodied. "I don't come to battles unprepared." He flicked his wrist and a knife caught Yamiko dangerously close to her heart. She flew back against the floor, piccolo rolling out of her now limp hand. Her silk clothes were now stained heavily with what seemed like a never-ending flow of blood.
"Ha. That's what happens when storm flame users are the center of attack."
He turned back to a horrified Fuyuko and approached her, ready to fight. His ankle was suddenly grabbed by something.
"Who said I was dead?" Yamiko laughed and gazed at the sky, eyes glazed over fighting unconsciousness.
Note F's eyes widened in surprise. "WHAT? I THOUGHT I KILLED YOU!"
Yamiko coughed up some blood and tore the knife out of her chest. "I'm just taking a rest."
"HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME!" he shouted, enraged.
Yamiko got up on one knee and unsheathed her sword. "Let's dance—" She grinned maniacally and swept her hair to the side. "—shall we?"
In the meantime, Fuyuko moved back into the shadows. She moved carefully, hiding her presence. Dammit! My blood is giving me away. She lightly stumbled and her vision started to blur but she commanded herself to focus. STAND. You stupid idiot, if you faint on a battlefield you and your comrades die! Concentrate!
She took out her shuriken, the last one she had left. Great, now I just need to find the invisible man. Easy. He's invisible after all. I hate life. She glanced around, careful to not leave any openings. Now, how are you supposed to find someone you can't see? SHIT, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE.
"Having trouble?" a voice spoke, snickering.
Fuyuko turned and backed away from the voice. Found him...or more like...he found me. She closed her eyes. Rely on my instincts, my blood thirst; it should lead me to him. She took a large breath of air.
The voice called out again, taunting her. "Do you really think you can find me in this darkness? Give up—" he spoke nearing her. He swung his arm back getting ready to hit her. "—and DIE!"
Eyes still closed, Fuyuko stood still, waiting. He swung his fist and grinned. The grin was not to last long though; his punch was stopped midway. He stared at the girl who seemed to had barely moved, only to have lifted her hand to stop the blow as if she knew directly where he was. Her eyes then opened and he shivered in the cold night air, staring into her blank, void eyes.
Yamiko, still preoccupied by Note F, looked over to Fuyuko whose eyes were emptied out of emotion. She's released it, her sanity. To be able to fight someone who's invisible she's thrown away her barriers, her mind. Right now Fuyuko is purely moving on her battle instincts. Normally, even as sadistic as she is, she would fight with control. But now...she's nothing more than a killing puppet moving only by the strings of her own blood thirst. I hope she's able to hold those strings tight.
She turned back to Note F and grimaced. I should keep a careful watch on Fuyuko to stop her, but right now... She eyed him carefully. I have my own battle to fight.
Yamiko twirled her sword in her left hand. Hello, Mr. F. Sorry, but I still have some tricks up my sleeves. And sorry Mr. G, you're going to have to hang in there and wait for me to save you from that scary sadist.
Yamiko closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tightened her grip on her beloved sword and suddenly, the tassel burst into red flames. From the hilt up, a stream of storm flames spiraled around the blade. She flicked her wrist and her sword spun in a circle, flames trailing behind it glinting in the moonlight. Her ring blazed with bright red flames.
"I see. Perhaps, you are not as weak as I thought you were," Note F said with surprise.
"Let me skewer that into your brain for you." Yamiko scowled and got into an offensive stance.
Note F brought out a gun and pointed it towards her. "Using a sword against a gun? How foolish of you." He aimed for her head and pulled the trigger, sending the bullet flying.
Yamiko instantly reacted, moving her sword to block the bullet. The wind-like storm blades swirling around the sword and deflected it, surprising Note F. She dashed toward him while swinging the sword. He got a slight cut by the blade, but flew back due to the impact from the flames. He clutched his bleeding side and menacingly lifted his gun shooting off several rounds. Yamiko twirled her sword in a circle making a ring of flames that countered the bullets.
She grinned. "What were you saying about a sword being ineffective against a gun?"
She flicked her wrist once again in a different pattern and the swirl of flames condensed to the tip of her sword. She darted towards him and did a series of slashes and swings. Note F was left bleeding to no end. The grass started to stain a murky red color. C Major Squad's 'strongest member' was officially dead.
Yamiko sighed and went over on Fuyuko's side, where a fierce battle raged. To an outsider the whole fight would have looked funny: a girl brandishing a shuriken in one hand and punching thin air with the other. With dull eyes she ducked and kicked, every once in a while seeing a flicker. She delivered a sharp up kick, breaking the green suit. He became visible now but Fuyuko took no notice and continued to attack him.
He desperately tried to block the attacks and jumped backwards. "Little brats! I'm C Squad's leader, Note G! Don't think your petty little tricks will work on me!"
It had no effect on Fuyuko who mercilessly threw the shuriken, using her cloud flames to multiply it. He tried his best to block most of them but was impaled by a few. Without hesitation she jumped towards him, sending him back with a flying kick. She pulled out the kusarigama she had tucked away, holding the handle with one hand and swinging the end of the chain around dangerously. Once again, she rushed towards him. He pulled out a knife and got ready to stab her but she swung the chain, hitting him on the bridge of his nose.
He reached to feel his shattered nose and cursed. "You little bitch!" He lunged towards her, stabbing her in the stomach. He grinned and looked up to her face expecting to see fear and pain. All he saw was the same blank expression.
Yamiko grimaced from a distance away. Shit. She's too far into her maniac session. She can't even feel pain in this state.
Fuyuko grabbed his hand that was holding the knife embedded in her stomach, not letting him move. She swung her other arm, holding the kusarigama, towards his back as he grunted in pain. She pulled it out and repeated the process, leaving bleeding holes in his back. Note G wrenched free from her tight grip and groaned in pain. Fuyuko swung back and forth on her feet, dizzy from the loss of blood, yet she started to run to him again. Note G, in a last attempt to fulfill his mission, threw a grenade towards Tsuna's room's window.
Yamiko looked at the grenade sailing through in the air in panic. She quickly unstrapped her piccolo and twirled it up into the air like a baton. Her piccolo hit the grenade and the explosive flew into the sky. It blew up high in the sky giving off a large explosion. Yamiko cursed under her breath as she caught the falling piccolo. Fuck, with a large explosion like that people are going to wonder what's going on. Not good, what do we do with all these dead bodies.
Fuyuko grabbed the man by his hair and pulled out the pointy hair stick, releasing her bun into a high ponytail. Fear was written in Note G's eyes as she raised it preparing to end the man's life.
Crap! Yamiko looked towards Fuyuko who was about to kill the leader of the C Squad. "Vicky! Stop! Please! STOP IT!" Tears started to stream down her face. "This isn't what we were trained to do! WE TRAINED TO PROTECT OTHERS! NOT TO BECOME MURDERERS! WE HAVE TO KNOW OUR RESPONSIBILITY."
Fuyuko stopped suddenly, the deathly sharp hair stick centimeters away from Note G's neck. Her dull eyes started to regain its garnet hue and she looked down at the fear stricken man. She dropped her weapon and it fell to the floor with a clatter. Note G fainted from exhaustion and fear. Feeling extremely faint from all the blood she lost already, she didn't dare to pull out the knife in her stomach; even more blood would pour out.
She fell to her knees, the world spinning around her as she stared at her blood covered hands. "Ah."
Yamiko rushed over towards her, gently hitting her on the head. Her tears slowly diminished. "What the heck, Fuyuko! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry." Fuyuko muttered and leaned into Yamiko. "I guess I kind of lost control?"
"Kind of? You are so insane. Why did you let go of your mind? Anyways that bomb should have a lot of noise, we need to hurry and leave." Yamiko panicked. Fuyuko got weakly to her feet and stared at Tsuna's the devil crept out of his home again, this time never to go back.
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