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Some kind reader requested a longer portion this time around. I hope this is sufficient =). I have always been very interested in my own OC's characters. I'll admit that I'm not usually a fan of reading about other OCs, so I just ask that y'all tough this chapter out because I'm hoping to make this the Kira-heaviest chapter.

Meaning…

More stuff like, possibly, Kenny's back story to why he's such a badass, what Tyson's been up to, some Ray and Hilary scenes, some Kai and Hilary scene, … and some Kira/Ray and Tyson/Kira scene's too, hahaha ^^;

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"Kira was working for Voltaire? Fucking two-face!" Kenny bellowed, on his feet. Ray forced him back down into sitting.

"Kenny, listen to the fucking rest, Jesus," Ray said now, slight impatience slipping into his words.

"She was. She was told to try to get me to fall in love with her. Lucky for her, it happened real quick. If it hadn't gone that way, she would've had to bring me in by force.

"All of this happened during our break, so that's why you guys didn't really know what was going on. But we were definitely… feeling things for each other. Ironically, there were nights of her sneaking into Voltaire's mansion to spend nights with me, and of me sleeping over at her place at The Order."

"The what?" Hilary asked.

"The Order. The Siromita family is a very powerful family, both now and in the history of Japan. They have always run The Order, a prestigious academy for assassins."

"Shit, is that legal?" said the sparkly monster.

"Well no, they just call it a "training academy," but a lot of their alumni were known for killing prominent figures from all over Japan. It made them a ridiculously feared family and academy. I, luckily, had no idea that her older brother, Kantaru, was a menace- abusive, alcoholic, controlling—very close to psychotic.

And when I finally heard the story, I understood why. Kira and Kantaru's parents were murdered in their family home, now an extension of The Order headquarters and facilities. When Kira told me the story, she described details like being buried under her mother's dying body as nothing but unemotional fact."

Ray massaged his forehead. Kenny looked away. Hilary looked terrified and almost in tears. Kai continued.

"Then after a couple of weeks of… hour on hour of what felt like pure happiness, of travelling and the like, she disappeared when we arrived back in Japan. She disappeared because she was due to die.

"Voltaire had apparently given her a deadline on when to bring me to him. She had changed her mind about me and decided that it would probably be best to defy and die instead of handing me over.

She accidentally left me enough tips to find my grandfather's hide out."

Kai closed his eyes involuntarily as his mind was flooded with images he hoped never to unlock again.

He looked up at the ceiling as he explained.

"She was hung up from the ceiling of this massive hall from her wrists with leather straps. They had beaten her earlier, just so she was barely alive. And when I came in, Voltaire's cronies and some students were whipping her.

Her eyes were puffy, and there was barely a cry coming from her because she had done so much. And there Voltaire was, screaming, his back to me—"

"I'm sorry to interrupt at this touchy part of things, but if you were living with Voltaire at the time, why couldn't he just strap you down himself?" Kenny interjected.

"Because he already had charges being pressed on him. He was actually supposed to keep a certain distance away, but I agreed to continue living with him because I wasn't afraid. His business partners didn't know of his charges, so he was in a very bad place. There were cameras hidden all over his estate, so he didn't have a lot of freedom to tie me up. He couldn't get me when I was out either because there were people keeping an eye on both of us.

But Voltaire being Voltaire, he managed to worm his way out of that.

"But there he was, looking more stressed than ever, yelling at this half-dead girl. So I came in. Luckily, I still had an acquaintance in Tala, who made it so other students under his lead helped Kira and I escape. To this day, Kira and I couldn't put it all together. Getting out was the perfect amount of carnage. Voltaire got the littlest glimpse of me. It was fucking brilliant.

"Technically, she died before I could run her to the nearby hospital. But they revived her, and then began her road to recovery."

Kai felt like he was floating—like he wasn't sure if he even had the energy to rake his head for anymore details, even though the story didn't end there. To his surprise, Ray continued with the tale.

Of course, Kai thought to himself. Like brother and sister. He wasn't sure whether or not he should feel betrayed or relieved to have one less person in the dark.

"She couldn't remember anything about her time with Kai. He scared her actually, like he was a ghost. So it was required be her doctor that the two stay away from each other for awhile until she was in a condition to deal with the trauma of missing memories of about two months from her life.

"So she—"

"Wait, why was Kira working for Voltaire to begin with?" Hilary pointed out.

"Because she was a hard-ass. She didn't fully believe in The Order, which couldn't be, as she was signed up to inherit the institution from her older brother should something happen" Kai muttered, still looking up at the ceiling.

"Another reason was that her older brother was tired of hearing her talk about blading so much. Unfortunately for him, she was very good at it. So naturally, upon Voltaire hearing of such rumours along the grapevine, he offered to help realign Kira. Essentially, he had to make her sick of blading. So he bidded her against Kai. She couldn't resist a rumoured fantastic opponent," Ray elaborated.

"Hey Kon, I wasn't a 'rumoured' fantastic opponent. I was a fantastic opponent," Kai said, his mood a fraction lighter than three minutes ago. Ray nodded, shaking his head a little with a smirk.

"But of course, things didn't go as planned, as you know now.

"So two years pass, and I'm at a summer school during the break off from the team," Kai resumed, back with some energy to tell the story, "and she's teaching at Rylands Academy for boys.

"It was frightening actually, because I had to go along as if I didn't know her because I wasn't sure if she would start freaking out. It was very odd seeing that someone I once knew was treating me as if they knew nothing about me.

"She remembered me the day I got expelled from the Academy."

"Did you get expelled for being a dumbass?" Kenny snorted suddenly.

"No, I got expelled for beating up a bunch of other kids in my class. Kira was the only female teacher in the school. She had been rejected multiple times, but she insisted that she could take on a couple of boys. Turns out she also had to do some sleuthing for The Order, so it was hitting two birds with one stone.

"I missed the first bit of class and English had the rougher guys in it. Kira was never really great at business dress—or debatably, she was fucking fantastic at it. Her tits were usually a button away from revealing themselves. Lace was apparent everywhere she wore it, garter belts clearly visible. She was kind of really a slut," Kai chuckled.

"But I came into class and those rough kids came in a little tipsy. I wasn't sure whether or not I should report, so I just sat myself down. The rest of the class was sickening in the way that… They touched her. I still loved her, and it made my blood bubble. And I just had to watch because I was told not to act drastically around her, or she might freak out—like it would undo all the mental healing she had been going through the past two days. But I knew that all the other kids who knew what was going was wrong were too chicken shit to do anything.

"So I just watched as Ian groped her as she leaned over. I watched as Ralph let his hand brush down her thigh, snapping her garter strap.

"Then it got worse, and it was hard for me to watch, but it was fine because she kicked all of their asses. She finally gave me this… familiar look that told me that she remembered everything, and I got to serve my justice alongside her. And then we drove off in her red corvette, got chased down by some people who were probably hired to bust her ass for sleuthing on their client.

"So we left that shit hole, and slowly rebuilt our romance. She still didn't remember everything—just my name, and that she had to stay with me because 'it felt good and right.'

"And of course, things got better, and then complicated. She joined the Bladebreakers as a temporary member as you guys might remember. It was the only way I could protect her from Voltaire for a little bit. Since her memory was back, she had some information that could seriously kick his ass."

"And now, he's after her again…" Kenny concluded.

"Well, that was a fuckin' wicked story. Nothing I didn't already know, of course. Now where's the GRUB!"

Kai gripped the arms of his sofa at the sound of that voice. Ray looked towards the doorway of the living room and rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. Hilary looked at the individual with mock disgust, then a small smile. "Tyson!" Kenny exclaimed.

{ p r e v i e w o f n e x t c h a p t e r }

There he stood, in all his cocky glory. His same bizarre bluey hair sticking up in desirable angles only, seemingly defying gravity. Odd thing was, he was dressed… A lot like some hipster. Keds, skinny jeans, cardigan, somewhat worn beater with an owl print, and white-framed, rectangular glasses.

"You're all… Fuckin' hip and stuff," Hilary re-pointed out, as if it wasn't obvious. Ray shrugged. Kai nodded.

"At least you have a chance of getting shagged now, creep."