DarkerX here-
Sorry I haven't updated in so long, apparently most of my teachers figure we don't have lives.
Plus went to the flea market to get katanas yesterday.
Location: Night Wing, Date: 12/15/10 1:04 pm.
Kieta slowly stood up, the sword still in his back. He grabbed the handle and ripped it out of his flesh. He held up the thing in his hand. The Chronokey.
"So, even after all that, you haven't the strength to take a valuable item out of a dead man's hand?" His hand surged with energy as he put pressure on the key. It shattered, and he was engulfed in pure energy.
His body was changed into that of a phoenix, his dark soul form. He launched himself directly towards Sido, who had run out of energy and returned to his normal form. Sido still managed to dodge the brunt of the attack, but it managed to rip open his side. He clutched his bleeding side in pain and tried to run. He fell, and Kieta quickly flew in to deliver the final blow.
"Not so fast!"
A giant torrent of water, with dagger-like pieces of ice embedded into them cut him up. He saw Kentai smirking. Kieta wanted to continue to fight, but at the footsteps of the Spec. Ops. Unit, loyal to only the leader, growing closer at the room, Kieta resigned and fled out from the window, snow covering his fading phoenix wings.
"Fool, you think running will save you?" Kentai asked.
"Si-do?" Akina said, weakly.
"What?" Sido replied, immediately following, he coughed up some blood.
"Please forgive m-me, for hitting you like that…" was all she managed to say before she gave in to death.
"Foolish g-girl…" He replied, before turning to Kentai, "Get the medics in, I'm not dead yet."
Kentai smiled. "Why should I, wouldn't it be good for you to finally do something as romantic as dying by your 'girlfriends' side…"
"You bastard," Sido doubled over and threw up some more blood.
"Oh, why don't I help the process along some?" He asked, pulling out a sword.
"Stay away!" Sido commanded in vain, "I'm still your leader!"
"Oh, that's right," Kentai said, now behind Sido with a sword pressed against his leader's back, "You don't tolerate insubordination, what are you going to do? Kill me!"
And at that, he plunged the sword straight through Sido's back.
"See you in hell," Sido replied before falling to the floor, dead.
Ren lay in her bed, worried. Her mind kept dwelling on what Kieta meant. She was worried, and what he said before he left her apartment.
"Don't worry about me, alright!" Ren replied.
"Listen, I'm not worrying about you, I need to talk to you about something in private…" Kieta responded.
"Alright, let's go then…"
The pair made their way to Ren's apartment. It had occurred to Ren that Kieta had never been at her apartment at night all alone before. Why this thought even popped up in her mind was beyond her. They entered quietly, not that there would be anyone in there.
"What!" Ren turned around abruptly, unusually irritable.
"For the past year, my brother has been secretly killing the ones who fail him or disobey him in any way. I have to put a stop to this, and I'm doing it tonight. I probably won't be able to win, but If I at least kill him, at the cost of my own life, I will be satisfied."
"What!" Ren yelled, shocked.
"I have to do this, If I don't, I'm afraid you'll be next" He replied.
"Why me, it could be…" She asked.
"You're the next one in his pattern. He targets primarily female members first, and he goes by team numbers, tonight he plans on killing Akina, of team 7, and-"
"And I'm Ren, of team 8." She finished for him.
"I can't stop you, but please, come back alive!" Ren urged.
"No promises. But here, take this." Kieta handed her a necklace made out of marrow and it looked like fire. On it was engraved Kieta's ancestor's family crest, a phoenix.
"But this is…"
"Keep it, for I might, no, probably won't be coming back alive…"
She was concerned. He meant a lot to her, even though she really didn't have any romantic feelings for him. She had never felt accepted by anyone before, even in Fengoros, where her lack of superhuman power caused people to look down upon her.
Her thought process was interrupted by a knock on her window. She gasped, slung a robe carelessly over herself, and opened the curtains. Her eyes widened as mixed feelings of horror and relief swirled around in her head.
"Mr. President, I would like to alert you of an emergency situation that needs immediate attention!"
"You mean that attack on the ARK about a day ago?"
"No!"
"What then?"
"It appears we have run out of prime ribs in the Whitehouse kitchen!"
"What!, you interrupted my mani-pedi and all its gay implications to tell me THAT!"
"Erm, what did you say about you being gay?"
"Nothing," He shouted, turning around, he muttered, "I wanted a Porterhouse anyway"
Kentai sat, waiting on his "throne". They had lost a Chronokey, their old leader (though, for him, that wasn't a bad thing), and another member. Doc was unlucky enough to Have been caught in one of the reaction explosions while trying to make the engine function on one Chronokey.
"It's no good," He had said, "We either need to re-obtain the Chronokey or retrieve a Chaos Emerald to keep this flying fortress up!"
"At least I've rid myself of that stupid personality. One more day with those bastards and I would've gone insane." He replied. Looking down upon the world from his throne, he smiled. Sido was lowly enough to get checkmated by a lowly pawn. He chuckled silently. The blood of Sido and Akina was now in a pentagram-like shape. A crow rose out of it, and a small red bottle dropped from its clutches. The ancient prophecy, it was fresh in his mind.
Murder both one pure of heart and one with a bloodstained soul, and have their blood mix. Out of the darkness, a crow will fly, carrying a bottle of demon blood. When a human who's soul is black consumes a drop from this bottle, they will be plunged into darkness as well, and live forever as a creature of sin.
Kentai opened the bottle and tipped it ever so slightly. A drop of crystalline blood fell onto his tongue, and his eyes took on a red glow.
He would not be so easy to checkmate.
Suspense and Humor and Demons, oh my! Anyway, any future appearances of "Mr. President" will serve as comic relief. (Please note that the president in this fanfiction is not suposed to represent any of the real presidents we've had/have and I will remain politically unbiased), Later...
