Chapter 9

Unfortunately for him, after he told her of the whereabouts of his master, Mikoto had call forth her claymore and pierced his chest in one blow. "B-but… you said… you would…" he gurgled blood as his lips trembled badly. "I said I would spare your life from being skin and hang to dry, I never said I'll let you live. And mongrel like you doesn't deserve to live," she replied giving her sword a twist.

This Minagi Mikoto was anything but nice, she was dark and cynical like a madman er… madwoman? And Mai, Mai found this side of her to be fascinating, exhilarating, and very attractive in a strange way. Ignoring the dead body, Mai wrapped her arm around Mikoto and kissed her for all she's worth. Mikoto, who was caught by surprised didn't react for a minute or so before she returned the kiss with great passion and hunger.

HiME

Panting, he had been running for hours, trying to elude the shadows that were after him. The pupil of his eyes shrank, fear stricken face, sweat-soaked shirts and shaky hands, Vincent Sullivan narrowly escaped death when his car blew up. He had always pride himself as a vampire with a brain, strength, and guts, but now he's running like a damn coward.

Not far away, a beautiful sound of metal running against the concrete ground, igniting a few sparks here and there. "Vincent, Vincent, Vincent…" a strange voice said in the night's air. "You're keeping your loyal student waiting…" the voice almost sang, it was too sweet for him. "Come out and play…" it continued as the noises come closer and closer to Vincent Sullivan.

"We could smell you," another voice added more panic into his already shaken frame. "Tell us who is the mastermind and we'll let you be in one piece," the same voice suggested. "Keep on running, entertain us some more…" the same voice sang. "Yes, it's so fun to see the horror in your eyes Vincent…" the first voice hissed. "So much fun…" the second voice let out a low giggle and Vincent nearly peed in his pants.

"But fun time's over!" the first voice said roughly and Vincent felt something wet on his stomach. He looked down and saw something stuck out from his stomach; it was sharp and glowing red, definitely not from his blood though. "Sorry baby, looks like I win this time," the second voice said sultrily behind him. "Just don't drink his blood," the first voice replied coolly dropping down from the sky before Vincent. "I won't," the second voice giggled lightly. "Now, be a good boy and tell me who were in it?" cold amber eyes stared straight into his hazel eyes like it should burn through his skull. "Fuck you!" Vincent spit at the girl in front of him but the one behind him give a twist to the weapon that pierced him making him cried out in agony. "It's okay, I will get my answer even if you keep your mouth shut," a smile spread across her face as she reached her hand out and grabbed firmly onto his face. Vincent felt a strange sensation, a burning but welcoming feeling that he couldn't help but closed his eyes.

To his horror, smoky hands snaked out from the back of his eyelids, moving rapidly over his eyes and up to his brain. Dripping in deep purplish goo mixing with smoke, those hands lunged for the pink mass that was called a brain, probing and digging its scrawny fingers into it. Then mouths, so many tiny mouths with razor sharp teeth, hungrily sticking its tongue out and licked his brain, sandpapers tongue continued to lick at his brain teasing and tasting his fear. Poor Vincent saw what happened to his brain, but there's nothing he could do about it but whimper in fear as his limbs becoming too heavy for him to move. Then, the hands started to pick a small piece of his brain, stuffing into its mouth with razor teeth chewing and munching, devouring it and with each mouthful of brain it ate a memory disappeared. As it ate, maggots started to spill out from its mouth every time the mouths opened. Filthy, slimy, red fat maggots spilling out, squirming and crawling all over his skull as his brain shrink itself rapidly thanks to the many hands and mouths.

When he was let go, he slumped forward lifelessly and only the white of his eyes were shown. "Mikoto, what did you do to him?" the second voice asked pulling her sword out from behind and let Vincent's body dropped onto the ground with a thud. "I just destroyed all of his memories after I found what I was looking for," Mikoto replied with a calming look on her face. "So he's nothing more than a walking corpse," the other one noted turning her sword into a dagger and wiped the blood off of it with a handkerchief. "I don't plan on letting him live; after all you did put a nice hole in him." Mikoto said smugly. "I know you wouldn't let him live, so I did you a favor. So don't be so cocky," the other said with a pout on her pretty face. "Fine, let's make a bet then; if Mai kill more mongrels than I am in Madrid, then I will do whatever Mai wanted me to for the rest of the week. But if I win then Mai would do what I wanted her to do," Mikoto suggested with a mischievous look in her golden eyes. "Deal," Mai didn't hesitate for a second and stick her pinky out and the two pinkies-swore on the bet.

HiME

With a blazing katana in hands, Mai cut down her enemies with lightning speed now that she's part vampire. Her young lover on the other hand, took her time walking around the vampire-infested mansion with her sword strapped on her back using only her hands to kill her enemies. It was a competition, but Mikoto didn't seem too worry about Mai winning the bet so far, Madrid was crawling with vampires and the couple is cutting them down indiscriminately.

"Looks like I win," Mai said with a smug smile on her face. "Indeed you did," Mikoto agreed with a faint smile on her lips. "What does Mai want me to do for the rest of the week?" she asked looking out at the bloodstained road before them. "Marriage," Mai simply said. "We've spent too many lifetimes together but never were we officially married to each other, so I want this lifetime to be different. If anyone gets in our way, I will personally make their life a living hell." Mai said with stern face. "Even if we live a life of endless slaughter?" Mikoto asked. "I don't care what kind of life we live as long as we're together, I don't really care…" Mai said softly turning to face her lover. "And I, would destroy the world and the gods if you so desire for it," Mikoto replied reaching out her right hand to feel Mai's silky strawberry-orange hair. Leaning in, Mai kissed Mikoto's lips ever so lightly, she's touched by Mikoto's words, and the words from someone so cruel and cold sounded to warm and full of love for her and only to her alone.

A/N: Totally sorry for not updating for sooooo long. No excuses, just couldn't think of anything. I don't think I will ever do a sequel to anything I work on ever again. I always have a horrible times thinking when I tried a sequel (done it a few times and all were deleted) and currently not working on anything else either. Also, will/might be pulling GN off, if nothing interest strikes me to continue on it (this almost face the same fate too). Again, sorry for the delay in updating...