A large man sat at the edge of his veranda, enjoying the sounds of the crashing waves as he idly sipped at his expensive concoction of drinks. His only companion was the light of the full moon, basking in its lunar rays.

The man yawned; weariness beginning to creep up on him alongside the gleaming eyes of the undetected individual to his hind.

Another sip of his drink and the man felt something was wrong; was his drink getting to him? Was he drifting off? Was there always a blade piercing his che-

Ah...

That was probably it...

The blade was pulled back and the man let loose a gurgle from the blood in his mouth before falling limp and dropping his drink to the floor, smashing it against the tile and mixing the intoxicant with the bloodied surface.

The assailant cleaned the blades surface against the mans expensive bathrobe before sheathing it on his back and flicking on a lighter, revealing a males sapphire blue eyes as well as his stubbled and warred face.

The man took a long drag before crushing the cigarette in his gloved hand and throwing it into the wind, exhaling the smoke as he did. The killer sighed before picking up an expensive-looking phone from the table; seemingly his victims. He clicked onto the contacts and scrolled down until he found the name of one Gyokuro Shuzen and initiated a call.

After a few rings, the call was picked up and a professional and authorative voice came through from the other side; undoubtedly that of Gyokuro, "Belmiro?" she asked distractedly, "Is there something you need? The next meeting is three days from now and I'm seriously busy; can you not save this matter until the-"

"Belmiro Erico is dead" the assailant interrupted simply.

Gyokuro's reply took several moments; undoubtedly because of this revelation, "Excuse me?" she asked calmly, though there was undoubtedly a layer of irritation in her voice.

"Belmiro Erico is slain by my hand" he turned to look at the man, limp and slouched in his chair, "Fairy Tale will no longer be receiving funding from Portugal" he informed stoically, keeping his uncaring expression even through the undoubtedly irate woman's coming words.

"Who is this? I'm telling you now that making an enemy of Fairy Tale and more importantly; myself, will undoubtedly be the worst decision you ever made" she replied icily; all of her willpower going towards preventing herself from screaming hate at the individual, she wasn't so weak as to succumb to that but his stoic replies weren't making it easier for her.

"You'll receive several more calls after this," he continued, ignoring her entirely to her distinct ire, "all informing you of a financial partners withdrawal from both your agreements and their lives" the murderer fiddled with the handle of a blade at his waist idly, "Be prepared for ruin, monster"

Gyokuro literally growled, "Don't you dare end the call!" she screamed but futilely, seeing that the transmission had ended and slamming the phone down furiously. She breathed heavily as she tried to calm down before she heard the phone ring again after not even fifteen seconds had passed; could this be another call like the last as he had warned?

She slowly reached for the phone and gulped, "Hello?" she answered as calmly as she could, not even bothering to check the caller ID in fear of seeing the name of a financial associate there.

"Levni Cumali will no longer fund Fairy Tale due to a sudden case of death" came the somewhat sarcastic voice of another apparent killer, "Tough luck darling, Turkey's halting your pocket money" he taunted, his accent a strong Australian one.

Gyokuro breathed in technique, her rage starting to boil over, "Who the hell are you?!" she screamed, catching the attention of some passer-by's outside of the room, "I'll make a platter with your corpses!" she was furious, this could financially ruin Fairy Tale if she and her remaining associates weren't careful.

A small laugh came through the receiver, "Just some people who think you're a real bitch" he insulted before hanging up, causing Gyokuro to grip the phone enough to crack, restraining herself as not to destroy it before hearing the all too familiar ringing yet again and obliterating the machine in her grip.

Gyokuro gritted her teeth before slamming her fist down on her desk, leaving a small splintery crater at the centre, "God damn it!" she shouted to the wind, feeling humiliated from what was happening.

...

...

Now she needed to call someone...


Akua sighed as she walked through the bustling streets of Washington, now there was more than one reason for this act of annoyance; first is that she had been berated the hell out of by Gyokuro for ignoring the anonymous calls she had sent, those of her secretary since her office phone was in dire need of replacement. The remains could barely be identified...

Now second was surprisingly the more irritating of the two.

She had been tasked with being a 'bodyguard' to a business associate that she'd rather never see nor hear of again. Ever...

"Ah? Is that the lovely flower Akua Shuzen?" came the airy voice of a young man leant against a nearby lamppost, shades hanging below the bridge of his nose as he looked over them.

Akua sighed again, the man she was guarding was awful enough but what made him worse was the fact that he had a bunch of absolute arses as his security team, "I'd suggest you call me 'Akua' for short" she replied curtly, dead set on channelling him out to the best of her ability as she walked past him without so much as a sideways glance

The older boy walked behind before falling into pace beside her, a predatory smirk on his face, "I see this rose still has its thorns" he leant over her as they walked, eying her over, "Now I would just love to undress you and fine them" he purred, overly cocky as she knew him to be.

Akua walked around him and continued to ignore his actions, more composed than what he would believe her to be, "Eyes to the front" she supplied before he managed to walk into the lamppost to his immediate front, turning at her words to smack his nose into the metal before falling back, shades dropping at his side only to be stepped on by Akua as she continued to walk forward, "Oops" she said nonchalantly, continuing the march to her destination.

The boy rubbed his face as if to remove the pain along with the blood that his nose continued to supply, "Christ..." he grunted, holding his head high in an attempt to halt the blood flow.

Akua let loose a small chuckle as she left him in her midst, "The punishment for paedophiles is a painful one" she ribbed irefully.


Tsukune dodged a sword slash effortlessly and kicked at the assailants knee, inverting it from its respective hinging and eliciting a cry of anguish from the receiver, only to be silenced as the young boy snapped his neck with a forceful roundhouse kick.

Tsukune looked around, his eyes altered from their usual warm and chocolaty brown into that of his indigo and magenta eyed form. He caught sight of the assailants companion and instantly closed in-on his throat no less, holding him to the wall with a high kick that coveted his throat to the cold concrete of the walls, "Hm?" he asked after the man choked something out, pulling his foot back enough to give him room to speak.

"Let me go! Plea-!"

Tsukune pressed his foot down again and narrowed his eyes, "If you have the balls to make an attempt on somebody's life then at least have the courtesy to follow through with your decisions" he said coldly before retracting his foot, dropping the gasping man to the floor with a thud, "You're just lucky that we need information from you" he said with cruel eyes before striking him square in the face with his knee, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold.

"You can come out now Master Miao" Tsukune called.

A young boy then steps out from behind some boxes at those words, a top hat several sizes too big over his head, having him push it up to reveal his sharp-looking eyes and small smirk, "Good job Tsuku-ah, Master Aono" he corrected with a nod, cane raised high obviously in an attempt to act professional despite obviously not getting the fundamentals, even his expression failing into a sheepish one whenever his hat would fall over his head again.

Tsukune laughed at that, reverting back to his original form, hair and eyes reverting to their usual brown, "You know I'm your bodyguard, right? You can just call me whatever the hell you want, only I have to use formality" he teased with an arched eyebrow.

The elder boy blushed lightly with a frown, though it funnily enough ended up looking more like a pout than not, "Sh-shut up..." he mumbled, "and don't call me Master Miao, idiot!" he accused, finger outstretched in Tsukune's direction with his pou-uh, frown, still in place.

Tsukune kept his gaze for a while before bursting into laughter when his hat fell over his eyes again, causing the boy to fumble in order to reassert his composure, "Fine, Xia-Long alright for you?" he asked with a friendly grin.

The boy looked like he was going to explode again but the warmth in the younger boys chocolate eyes brought out a small smile from the top-hat wearing lad, "Yeah, Xia-Long will be fine..." he cleared his throat and a small blush dusted his cheeks, "Ts-Tsukune..." he said with a sheepish smile.

Tsukune chuckled again, "Get rid of the stutter and you're set" he said with a cheeky smile.

The boy recoiled again at the jab at his pride but managed to pull it back together, "Then Tsukune" he managed, bearing a soft smile once he managed to get it out there to the brunette's glee

"There, you got it" he congratulated with a widespread grin as he walked over to idly slap the guys hand in friendly manner, "Now just try to stick close, okay?" he asked with a supportive expression with a hinted undertone of concern, causing the elder boy to sigh again

"You know, I've always been called a prodigy; I've already started working on my own kind of magic too" he admitted, though not in an attempt to brag as he was by no means a vain individual. He sighed wistfully, "Then here I am to be protected by a boy who is easily three years my junior" he shook his head with a fond smile before ruffling the brunette's hair, "I guess that makes you a prodigy amongst prodigies" he chuckled, fondly spoiling the boy like an elder brother would, though it once again fell short when his hat fell over his head to cover all but his groaning mouth.

Tsukune laughed loudly, "And there you go trying to act cool, why do you even wear that hat?" he asked as he started to walk in their required destination.

Xia-Long just clicked his tongue, "Shut up..." he droned as he followed behind the lad, eyes going from side to side instinctually in search of danger. Though there was nothing to worry about at this point as Tsukune's advanced at the head.

"Heh" Tsukune turned and grinned as he walked on, "Back at you Mad Hatter" he winked


BANG

He jumped to the side; smirking as he saw the fruit of his works as the target could do nothing but fall dead at his feet.

BANG BANG BANG

Three more shots; three more dead, as per usual his marksmanship was as flawless as his crisp black suit and the pale blonde locks that cascaded over his face; his eyes concealed behind the black Aviator shades he wore.

BANG

...

BANG BANG BANG

...

...

His smirk dropped, this one wasn't going down like the others did. How curious...

A crick was heard as the beast of a man walked closer, a smirk on his face as he cockily cracked his knuckles and neck; cratered rubble at one point or another of his body with a bullet at the heart of the feeble wounds.

The blonde boy narrowed his eyes from behind his shades, "I'd ask your name but..." he laughed aloud and unloaded his emptied clip to load another, this one white with trimmed gold unlike the usual black and steel colour scheme, "I really, really don't care" he smirked

"Bloody Mary"


"What?" Akua groaned aloud as she paced around her quarters with phone in hand, "How could that be possible? Have you double-checked?" she exhaled, "Well if that's the only liable answer; as farfetched as it is..." she sighed heftily, "Fine, I'll be on guard..." she assured, going on to end the call and collapse on her bed

"Problem princess?" she looked over to see a crimson-haired delinquent if the rumours were anything to go by; stealing, talking back to his superiors and worst of all he killed indiscriminately when on the job. Not your average delinquent but he was the definition by Fairy Tale operative terms..

Although, that didn't change the fact that this guy was probably the closest thing she had to a friend she had here at this place...

Again, not to say that she actually liked him; just more than the others bastards...

Akua sighed, "Have you received the analysis of what happened in Morocco?" she asked idly, not in the mood for his snide comments

The young man arched a brow; turning to her to reveal his glistening olive green eyes, "Morocco? As in another associate?" he questioned curiously. Akua sighed once more, evidence was pointing to the sixteen year old boy not having heard the unusual analysis

She leant up on her elbows, "three squads of operatives gone in less than an hour along with Captain Abram" she shook her head, "It was too much for his first job as a captain; the job was high-risk and he was only promoted a week prior..."

The delinquent hummed in thought as he pushed himself up off of the wall he leant against, "Still; Stone Golems aren't the easiest to kill with that fucking hide of theirs..." he clicked his tongue, "A Russian one just makes it harder to believe; they're what? Three? Four times sturdier?" he hazarded an estimate

Akua nodded, "Approximately, yes" she picked up a small journal by her bedside and flicked through it as she spoke, "Twenty four operatives of at least E-class to C-class killed; all with one bullet in wherever their vitals happened to be; regardless of species this assailant knew their weakness" she supplied

The boy's eyes widened, "Assailant? As in just one?" he received a nod, "B-but we're fighting humans right? A single human couldn't kill half-no, a quarter or even an eighth of that!" he argued, refusing to believe such ridiculous claims.

Akua's gaze trailed lower, "Well this one can" she flipped a page in her journal, "They checked the area for something-anything to find who could've done this and all's we got was some hair samples and an emptied clip in one of the hallways near Abram's dead body" she looked up to the delinquent, "The clip had the fingerprints of one boy of age thirteen by what the guys at forensics say; the hair was undeniably his too, the problem is that we can't find any records of such a boy, nor can we generate an image of what he may look like" she closed the book and gently placed it inside of the drawer of the bedside table, "The hair is naturally blonde, a shade so pale that the boys down in the science department were stumped to the point where they had to estimate where he could've originated from"

The crimson-haired radical clicked his tongue and leant back against the wall again, turning his head to the side out of frustration, "So we have a target that is undoubtedly cause for concern and we can't even place where he might be or what we should be looking out for?" he asked irately, nearly snarling at the nod he received in reply

"Well, we at least know his hair is an unnaturally pale blonde" she shrugged, "Well, unnaturally by our standards since as I said before; it is entirely his colour" she assessed to which the boy growled, kicking up off of the wall

"That's nothing to go on though!" he clicked his tongue as he regained himself to lean back again, "There are people everywhere who have ridiculously pale hair now; bleach blonde is a fashion statement nowadays and it's not like we can tell who's dyed their hair or not just by the looking if what you're saying is true..." he argued, to which he scoffed when Akua could only nod again in affirmation

"You're absolutely right Dion, this is why we have to be sure to keep an eye out as best we can; this individual is undoubtedly one that is cause for immediate concern if he can do what he did so easily" she said seriously, gaze hardening as she recalled another important piece of information, "And then there's more worry when it comes to what he did to Abram..." she muttered

The now-named Dion arched a brow as Akua once more caught his undivided concern, "What did he do to Abram?" he asked, taking the bait she put out for him on this newfound information

Akua looked up to him with a solid gaze, "This" was all she said before throwing her phone over to him; Dion looking down in shock at the image she had loaded onto it

"W-what is-?"

"Crucifixion" she answered barely before he even asked, "And the bullets used on Abram have yet to be assessed, but you can see the results yourself" she looked at her feet, "As well as what he then did to scare us..." she lost her solid tone as she finished her sentence, even being a little weak in the knees herself at the horrific image on the phone's display

Dion wanted to look anywhere but at the image but had to forcibly tear his gaze away when it became too much. The sight of the once-proud Stone Golem with a bullet hole in his collarbone; the undeniable shape of a small cross where the crater was made. What really made the image gruesome however was what was around that bullet wound; the golems neck was visibly twisted to the degree that it must've been an easy three quarters of a full circuit, his limps also sharing a similar fate as they were twisted and snapped so that Abram barely resembled the humanoid shape he once had. Now having his limbs thrown askew in every direction until it was just horrific to see.

Then there was the sick evidence of a radical; his chest torn open and his ribs opened to bare his internals, his cage wide enough to even make him look like a grotesque and bloodied angel, though it was clear that a few of his ribs were missing; though it didn't take long at all to find them, in the palm of either of his hands and another through both overlapping feet were his ribs, nailing him to the hastily made cross there; crucified against the cross-shaped wood of the broken crates and beams around the hall

Dion gagged lightly as Akua walked over, grabbing the phone and holding it for him to see, "Do you see it Dionysius?" she struggled to look herself, but she pulled through to direct to a point of interest.

Dion hazard a glance and managed to overcome his gagging at the sight of what she was pointing to, "Is that...?"

Akua nodded solemnly, and uttered but two words...

"Bloody Mary"


I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, SO sorry...

It's been a... while, yes...?

Anyway, I want to apologise for being gone for so long but I've been at college and been out with friends and though I could've got this out way earlier than this the opportunity just kept bypassing my thoughts. I easily did half of this just now before uploading it because I had a sudden burst of inspiration to get this bugger out...

Anyway, enough apologising! I want to introduce a number of characters here, I'm struggling to keep all characters the same as those from canon so instead I'm just making a few OC's, though I'm not going to become one of those who makes their characters overpowered and make everybody love them. No, I'm just making characters to fill In the blanks.

OC's you may see a little frequently are Dion and the so-far nameless radical (I have a name in mind already by the way). You don't know what either are and what they're really like but I'll try to make them as likable-or at least as gripping as an antagonist in the radical's case without them influencing the story for the worst. I mean, I don't see that happening anyway since the story is still about Tsukune more than anything, he just doesn't show up too much this chapter because he's elsewhere and Akua was there to give the introduction of the villain.

Also, anybody recognise Tsukune's charge? He is in the manga for those who remember him and I quite liked his character, was wondering whether to add Routier too, maybe be the sadistic member of Tsukune's harem or just put her in there for the hell of it, give your thoughts on the matter if you would, please?

Anyway, follow, favourite and review, I want to see that the story still does well and by God has it done well to get this far already...

I also want to hear what you guys want, what you think of my OC's and whether you think they're decent enough to stay (Although like I said, I'm not going to make this about them, they'll just be extra's who might do a thing or two every now and again)

So be sure to tell me who you want in this, when you want them and who should be a part of Tsukune's harem or not, okay?

Anyway, please enjoy this chapter

Au Revoir for now readers! ^^