I believe I have made Aleister overly cruel, but… well, what's done is done. I seriously think I accidentally created a character who's either bipolar (clinically) or literally has a Split Personality Disorder. And please, don't blame Debi.

I don't own it.

Chapter 10: Per Vendicarsi Di

In Revenge

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts and is desired.

-William Shakespeare

Mujaki sat on the bed, curled into a ball and crying.

Debitto sighed, leaning against the wall. "That guy seems to be trying to wipe us out." He glanced at the door upon hearing shouting. "… Mujaki, I think something's wrong."

"Yeah. It is…" Mujaki whimpered. "They're gone forever."

"No, I mean something else." Debitto headed towards the door. "Come on. Let's go see what's going on." He walked out of the room.

Mujaki wiped his eyes on his hands, then stood and followed. Before he could leave, however, the door slammed shut. His eyes widened at the dark figure leaning against the wall, arm stretched out from slamming the door shut. Aleister lifted his cold blue eyes to meet Mujaki's fearful golden gaze.

"You came back?!" Mujaki gasped.

"I don't like to leave a job unfinished. That dark haired Noah girl, you are special to her, right?" Aleister's voice dripped with malice. "So your death will pain her?" This seemed a completely different person than the one who had approached Mujaki earlier that night.

"What do you want?" the Noah stepped back.

Aleister touched the doorknob, then brought his hands together. When he pulled them apart, several long stakes were in his hand. Each was nearly a centimeter thick, tapering abruptly at the end. His icy eyes glinted evilly once more, filled with bloodlust. "Thank her as well as your damned Noah's blood for your suffering!"

Hatred rolling off of him in waves, Aleister leaped towards Mujaki. He grabbed the thin boy by the throat and threw him against the door.

Mujaki yelped on impact, then fell to the ground like a rag doll. Something in his arm snapped when he landed on it. He grabbed his arm and held it close. The thirteen-year-old looked fearfully up at the teenager standing over him.

Aleister jerked Mujaki to his feet and held him against the wall. "It's a shame. I actually felt sorry for you, despite your blood. But you didn't die! I'll have to make sure it works this time, so you'll pay."

The young Noah trembled silently, tears spilling from his eyes.

Grabbing Mujaki's wrist, Aleister held it even with his head on the door. He held one stake in position over the middle of Mujaki's forearm. "For my mother, who your kind killed." he hissed, before slamming the stake through the child's arm.

Mujaki shrieked in pain, but Aleister had already grabbed his broken arm, and held the stake over it even with the other one. "For all the pain and regret your family has made me live with." He drove it in.

Mujaki was still screaming. "Stop! Please! I didn't do anything!" he sobbed.

When the door behind him had slammed, Debitto had turned around swiftly. "Mujaki! What are you doing?" He reached for the doorknob, but it wouldn't turn. "Hey!"

Tyki looked down the hallway. "Debitto! He got Lenal- What on earth are you up to? Where's Mujaki?"

"He's in here, and he's got to be holding the freaking door shut!" Debitto called down the hall as he tried to open the door, pushing on it with all of his skinny ass 103.5 pounds of weight.

"What?" Road blinked. "You're supposed to stay with him!"

"Shut the hell up! You don't think I know that? Anyways, he was supposed to follow me out! It's not-" Debitto cut off as the door shuddered. A thud and a yelp – definitely Mujaki's – was heard.

Debitto stared blankly at the door for a fraction of a second, then threw himself at the door with renewed strength. "Damn it! Let me in!"

Tyki and Road came running.

Slam! The tip of a metal spike protruded through the door. Blood dripped from the its tip. The corresponding screams confirmed that the blood was Mujaki's.

"Mujaki! Hang on! We'll help you; just stay with us!" Tyki yelled as he tried the door himself, throwing his weight into it.

Another stake appeared, the shrieks exploding louder once more, screaming something that sounded like "Stop" over and over.

"No, no, no!" Debitto, Tyki, and Road all tried to knock the door open.

Lavi and Allen came running, hearing the shouts and screams. "Not another one! It's so soon!" Lavi exclaimed.

Allen noticed the tears running down Road's face. "Oh no… are we too late?"

"No, not yet." she replied, knowing he saw the tears. "Noah's not crying yet, just me. But we don't have much time!"

Warm scarlet blood streamed down Mujaki's arms. Tears ran from his golden eyes as well. "Stop, stop! Please, no!" He begged tearfully. Searing pain was numbing his arms of all but itself. The slightest movement of anything would send mind-searing pain coursing through his arms.

Aleister held the final stake in his left hand, his right palm ready to drive it in. The abruptly tapering tip was positioned over Mujaki's thin, trebling chest.

The young boy's protests were now a mere whimper. He hung his head, his chin on his collarbone, accepting that he was going to die. His head shot up, however, when he heard what his screams had drowned out before.

"Mujaki!" The voice was muffled somewhat, but Debitto's all the same.

"D-debitto-dono… taskete*!" the tear-streaked boy pleaded.

"You will pay for the sins of your clan." Aleister hissed. He raised the stake. "Die for every one of my brother's breaths she stole!"

Mujaki's eyes widened, and he screamed, torment filling the high-pitched wail. The metal drove in, shattering through the slender breastbone. The boy flinched as it went in, turning to the left. Pain shot through his arms, but it was dulled by the explosion in his chest.

Aleister cursed as the stake broke through to the wood of the door. Blood splattered over everything, coming from the punctured arteries in the child's quivering chest.

"I'll leave you to die slowly, Envy. I wish you could have at least a taste of all the pain you put akuma through, the torment you beasts inflicted on Leine before you destroyed his soul! Rot in hell!" Aleister struck Mujaki, leaving a reddened mark on his cheek. Pure loathing burned in his icy eyes. He touched his fingers to Mujaki's blood, and using it, copied a tactic Road had used before. He wrote on the wall, "Suffer, Road. You killed him, not me; this is revenge." Angrily, he stalked through the wall and left.

Mujaki coughed, making a gagging sound as blood ran from his mouth and nose. Every breath, every heartbeat sent needles of pain ripping through him. His breath sounded airy and wispy, and his heartbeats were jerky and uneven. He knew it wouldn't be long before both stopped altogether.

Suddenly, the door opened. Mujaki let out a tormented cry, and Debitto barely managed to stop the door from slamming into the wall.

"Mujaki!" Road shouted as the five hurried into the room.

"Hang in there, Mujaki, you'll be okay." Tyki tried to reassure the boy, as well as convince himself. 'It tears** me up to see him like this…' He tried to figure out a way to get the boy down.

Debitto cursed again, frantically running to Mujaki. "Are you…" he shook his head, knowing it was a stupid question. "Damn, I'm so sorry! It's my fault this happened to you…" Those were tears in his eyes.

"Debitto-dono…" Mujaki's voice sounded strained, and his breathing was raspy. He couched again, blood spilling from his mouth. "Tyki… It hurts…" Tears streamed from his dulling eyes.

"Pull the stakes out with your hands!" Lavi ordered.

Allen moved past the others. "I'll do it." He looked into the boy's eyes. "This is going to hurt, but it will help make it better, okay?"

Mujaki nodded numbly. As Allen grasped the stake, Mujaki let out a cry.

The exorcist grasped it and pulled. Finally, the stake came free from the door, jerking Mujaki's arm forward. He yelped, and Allen grasped his arm to pull out the stake. Once it ws free, blood poured from the hole, and the boy's arm fell limply to his side.

Mujaki began whimpering and crying again, the tears mingling with the blood on his face before falling to the ground. His eyes had lost their shine, and were now a dull golden color. The gray is his face was pale and washed out from blood loss, and dark circles were under his eyes. "Make it stop, please… make it stop…" he begged Allen, sounding short of breath.

"You'll be fine, Mujaki. We can take you to Danyle*** or somebody…" Debitto was searching for reassurance. He grasp Mujaki's freed hand as he tried to come up with things to say. Allen began to remove the stake in Mujaki's chest.

Suddenly, a fourth stake's sharp end burst through Mujaki's forehead, splattering blood on both Allen and Debitto, as well as the ones behind them. Mujaki's eyes were wide. Blood poured down his face, and blood slipped from his eye, resembling a tear. His body sagged and went limp, his eyes clouding over… and he was gone.

*TASKETE: Save me!

**IT TEARS ME UP: Tears, as in a synonym for 'rips', not plural for the little wet raindrops that come from people's eyes.

***DANYLE: An exorcist OC who's Innocence allows her extraordinary healing prowess. She has talent in this area without her Innocence as well, so she would be able to treat Noahs if the need arose. She is highly sympathetic to the Noah's, as she is close friends with Road (they go to the same school) and is in love with Jasdero.

… Dang. Poor, poor Mujaki. T.T I still don't know why I made his death the worst. Why, oh why, Road, did you have to piss Aleister off right before this? ... Since I wrote it, I shouldn't really ask her, but I do that a lot. Gomen.

Thank you, those who have stuck with the story so far. I hope that you will stick with me to see it through to the very end.