"Hurry!" The leader yelled, rushing down the trail, "we'll lose it." rounding the bend. His eyes flashed as he quickly stopped. "Hey! … Watch it!" The second yelled skidding to a stop. "What the?" He said as the leader raised his hand to shush him. The second furrowed his brow, tilted his head to the side. He slowly drew his head back, tightened his grip on the snatch pole, "brother?" quickly glancing at the first one, "what is this ugly strange beast?" looking wide eyed and worried.

I'm sorry… did he just say ugly?!

I'm pretty sure he did… Mikoto said.

I can't believe it… Have they look into a mirror or still pond. Or… Something… I'll have you know that much of the world considers us… Damn hot… Good-looking even…and And… And… Little Misaka clenched her fist. I can't believe! I…we were voted top ten most beautiful and overall number one…and online…voted if I were about to die and could have sex with…. numero uno…granted we would suck them dry…but still how could they…. even…... right now I am regretting that despite the fact we are from japan…we can understand them and they are from another world!. I know it has to do with the magical symbols Katrina puts in the portals but still…we are considered number one wifu…..i just can't believe! her mouth opened wide letting out a loud obnoxious growl and continued her rant... "Believe it…" Mikoto said in a straightforward tone…"with our tits and ass…come on! And this is all natural…no surgery….no photoshop…. nothing!

Mikoto interrupted, are you done yet?...Kick his ass!" Little Misaka shook with rage, squeezing her fist, her face turning red. "Until he says we're hot!


Mikoto was standing in the middle on the trail, naked, arms across her ample breasts, her long hair wild, fell to her waist. A goddess by any definition, an angel in any language.

"You're not too pretty yourself…" She said. Good one…here's the plan…. you hit him once…then make him say we are pretty...hit him again…make him say were beautiful and hit him again and again…. little Misaka trembled. Do you know how many guys and girls! Have tried to grab our butt and those we let before promptly breaking their wrists…damn perverts on trains. Girl has to have standards and I'm not even getting to our incredible breasts! Mikoto blushed, letting out a sigh that said please shut up.

And their prey, behind Mikoto Misaka, was bent over breathing heavy, dripping with sweat.

the leader thinned his eyes, slowly crouched, handing his snatch pole to the one behind him, reached for a more familiar weapon. A short heavy sword hung at his side.

That's more like it… Mikoto nodded. Soooo do I...

"Perhaps she is tasty…" The second said. Mikoto arched her right eyebrow, "maybe I'll see if they are…" Mikoto whispered.

Well something's definitely wrong… I would think maybe… Something like hey little lady let's say we all have some fun before we blah… Blah… Blah kicking sand in the face of our date….so on and so on…by the gods I'm pissed.

Mikoto closed her eyes, sighed, "yeah… I suppose so… I guess but then again."

Maybe they preferred that you were wearing clothing or something… You know leave something to the imagination. Little Misaka wondered.

What! Am I supposed to run back and get dressed and then come back… Mikoto growled. The corner of her mouth twitched in annoyance. maybe you should ask them if we could…you know…I do like to look my best when I'm kicking ass!

Wow… You're really frustrated over this…

We have stopped traffic in the middle of Tokyo, and we were just wearing a school uniform… So why…uuuggghhhhhh! A girls gotta have standards! You just don't say oh….she ugly! And expect to live!

Can we talk about this later?

Well…

"That is ours…"

Huh?! Mikoto put her finger between her breast, "me!?"

He grunted, shaking his head, pointed to the little one kneeling on the ground, breathing heavy.

Oh, come on! Really! Little misaka's shoulders dropped. I really felt vindicated for a moment….

"It's still…" Mikoto looked over thinking it had already run into the bushes like the others. A very long pronounced sigh from little Misaka followed by a huff, probably damn tired… Running from those pre-verts

"you mean perverts?"

No… We're naked and they're not doing anything… So… Pre-verts

Mikoto rolled her eyes, only you…

Us

"whatever…"

Mikoto smiled, feeling lucky?... a mischievous smile, "if you can get by me…", taking a few steps closer. He raised his head, stretched his shoulders wide, "you will pay…" with confidence, nodding his head.

Mikoto looked over her shoulder, whatever it was, was slowly crawling towards the brush, struggling with each breath. is it going to die? Little misaka worried. I mean we have put a minimal amount of effort into this rescue…and have been maximumly insulted….I would hope it would live long enough to thank us…she frowned.

You know what…Mikoto looked back over to him, I've changed my mind.

Then leave… He said.

Mikoto's eyes went cold, lowered her chin and glared, you disrespect your food, enjoy the tormenting of something weaker than yourself. I just can't let it go… slowly shaking her head, digging her nails into her palms, so…

"The blanks are nothing…"

Blanks?

Nothing…?"

Mikoto's eyes flashed red, her mouth thinned into a long-curved line as her fangs dropped, nothing…? She said softly. Oh! By the gods…that did it…. we're kicking ass and forgetting their names…little misaka gave a hard nod of her head…fuck em up!


He crouched, spread his arms wide, gripping the sword in his right hand. His hairy mane shook as he roared, spit flung from his mouth and clung to his task, pawing at the dirt and charged. He quickly covered the short distance between them, sword raised over his head, roaring like a beast.

Mikoto lowered her shoulders, a steady growl trembled in her chest, her legs bent at the knees as dirt trembled by her feet, the ground cracked. She pushed forward in a blur, the smell of blood, a splash of red covered his chest and face.

The blade spun into the air and fell into the dark forest. He wobbled, slowly turned, blood spewing from his shoulder where his arm used to belong. His eyes and mouth hanging wide in disbelief, hoping to yell at his brother to run. But it was too late.

She held him up by the throat, his legs dangling off the ground. Her lean naked body stretched towards him like she was offering herself to him, her white skin covered in the lights and darks of the forest and the splashes of blood spilling from his chest. She looked like a playful adult holding up a child, looking up at him with eyes and face glowing in satisfaction as a rain of blood covered them.

She dropped him, his legs collapsing underneath his weight, spun around to face the leader. Standing behind his brother, she grabbed a handful of his mane, yanked his head to the side and sank her fangs into his throat. He stared in horror, dropping to his knees as his life spilled and pooled at his feet.

"whwhat... Are you… Demon." Coughed as blood filled his mouth, spilled out, tears pouring down his pale cheeks, seeing his brother's body color fade.

Mikoto raised her head, wiped her mouth, smearing blood across her cheeks, letting his corpse fall to the ground in a sickening splat. She walked over the corpse, through the pool of muddy crimson, silently over to him.

He was in his rightful position as she approached. On his knees, his arm across his chest, trying in vain to cover the bloody stump. His eyes wet and lost, looking like a child, wondering what he had done to deserve this. She silently knelt, cocking her head and looked him in his eyes. She had the face of an angel, soft Brown eyes, rosy cheeks and soft pink lips and blood splattered face.

"You're wondering… Why?"

He slowly nodded as his lower lip trembled. "No reason…" coldly shrugging her shoulder, "no reason at all… puckered her lips, you just happened to be here that's all…" nodding, "I'm a predator…" She said, "I accepted that a long time ago… And…" She leaned in close, so close her warm breath caressed his skin, "I don't take joy in killing others…" leaned back a little, kissed his snout, looked him in the eyes, "I don't play with my food." She shook her head, slowly smiled. His tired eyes widened, as she opened her mouth. He trembled uncontrollably, "don't be afraid… Not like the blank you were chasing…"

She snatched him, drove her fangs into his soft throat and drank. She wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders, squeezed him like an orange. As she fed, she felt something… Warm, soft and wet pressed against her hip. She reached down behind her and felt something warm, wet and a gooey, whimpering as it cuddled.

He had called it a blank, nothing. The name bit at her, something about it. She hated the word. It was the little one who had crawled into the woods. It shook as if it were freezing pressed against her. She held her tighter as she fed.

The sound of small feet scampering along the ground, soft warm wet touches and they were gone, and then the one still clinging, slowly stood up and scampered back into the forest. The silence that the chase had brought to the forest faded. The kill brought the sound to life back.

Mikoto swallowed, raised her head, looking up into the woods. "I know you're out there…" She said, slowly standing up, looking along the trail, "you can come out…" She said.