D back for Possibility part two; The Edge and Closer.

Outskirts of Death City, NV. Early Morning.

Upon arriving at my sister's house, I am hit with the distinct smell of limes. This is Kamaria's Witch work. This was something she added to all of her poison and potions. Just invite them to the club, offer them a drink spiked with whatever she needs. And who would be suspicious that their drink carries the scent of limes. Being the mongoose witch with an immunity to drugs and poisons of course she'd be able to study them on a closer level than most.

But this smell means she's experimenting. Kamari really wants this battle. Even if I wanted to, when she's this serious I can't stop her. Feeling that this needed to end as soon as possible, I quickly go to the door and knock. The door flies open and before I can say anything Kamari asks, "Did you find him?"

I wanted to say What, no sexual harassment? but I'm sure she'd be able to make something up on the spot. Instead I kept to the point. "Yeah, but before I tell you anything, tell me about Black Blood."

"Hmm... Come inside. You never know who's watching in this city." She opens the door wider, allowing me in before quickly closing it. I quickly walk into the house taking note of the purple near black walls and the black furniture. Definitely my sister's house. I walk over to the center of the living room. Sitting on the black suede couch, I look at the glass coffee table. A newspaper catches my eye and I see the bottom half of a picture. Numbers I'll never forget. 2504 "Alright, what do you kn-"

"Why did you bring this here!?" I yell holding the paper up to her. My shouting was a reflex but I was definitely mad about this. "You brought this to my fuckin' sister's house!?"

Karmaria sucks her teeth, clearly unimpressed by my fury. "Sorry coverboy but that's not mine. My copy of your big debut got burned along with my club." She sighs, calmly sitting in the chair across from me and placing her pet on her lap.

"So how'd she get a paper from Frevel?"

"Don't know, maybe someone brought it to her before she disappeared." Kamaria answers. I scan her face a bit checking to see if she was hiding something, but there were no signs of her lying so I drop the subject. "I'll ask again, what do you know about the Black Blood?"

"Not much. I know I don't want to see it... (Again.)"

"Oh, it sounds like you're scared?" Kamaria asks, with a smile.

"Maybe..." I exhale, laying down across the couch.

She pause to take in my reaction, blatantly reading into it. "You know with my help, I could make it so you don't fear anything. If you stop holding ba-"

"I'm not going insane." I state in a unarguable manner. "Just tell me about the Blood."

Seeing that I wasn't interested in messing around Kamaria sighs. "Fine... Well for starters remember that snake bitch I always told you to avoid at all cost. Well she has a thing for poison." Hmm... All my life I thought her hatred of the snake woman was some kinda animal instinct. Turns out these two are just competing to see who can fuck the world up the most. "Medusa was trying to create a Kishin just so she created a synthetic madness by melting down an old demon weapon. I heard the process was so long and painful that the weapon lost it's mind. Then after mixing it with some other ingredients that even I have yet to figure out, she injected it into her own kid. Luckily for your new friends at the Academy she miscalculated something and now that kid is a student." So Corona's a test subject. Guess that's why the kid's so weird. "After that she decided since she couldn't make a Kishin she'd revive the old one, and with Black Blood mark two she did and I'm sure you know how the rest goes…"

The rest… The Kishin gets brought back and I lose my mind and end up in jail. But there's clearly more to it. "Did anyone else get the Black Blood?"

Kamaria scoffs, "Not as far as I know. Medusa would never waste it anywhere that wouldn't cause a decent amount of carnage." She stops her laugh midway as if making a sudden realization. She then looks to me for confirmation.

"Does that include sending tattooed men to destroy nightclubs?" I ask. Kamaria only waits to hear more. "Brett Nadir, the combat teacher at the academy. I figure before I talk to him about some extra lessons it'd be a good idea to study Black Blood."

"And you're sure it's him?" She asks in quite a serious tone. I nod, trusting that Ciél knows it's him. Though I don't know why I should trust her with all the secrets she keeps. "Make sure you go to school tomorrow, so you don't look suspicious, but don't worry about Nadir." She says, standing and walking out of the living room.

"...What?" I jump up from my seat and turn to look at her. Her back is to me and I can tell she's gone back to working on her potions as her pet encircles her.

"I don't want you to fight him. In case you forgot I can see a bit of the future. You fight him you're dead. Either that or you'll lose your mind, and you're still trying to fight that, right?" I don't answer and she even reads through that. "That's what I thought. Thanks for doing all this for me Damian but I don't need you to do anymore. Because I want to kill him. But don't worry, I'll be sure to reward you when I get back."

I can't even recognize if she was speaking in a flirtatious manner because my mind just won't let me focus. She thinks she's going to walk into the DWMA and fight!? "Fuck that, if you wanna fight Nadir you've gotta get in line. And I'll make sure there's not much left of him."

"Damian, you are already slipping if you fight him you'll be gone, one way or another."

"Then I can be gone. If not for you and Ciél, I'd already be dead. And there's something I need you to do. If something happens to me you need to talk some friends of mine. I have a feeling they're going to need your help." I state. "Besides I never told you this but that club was like a second home to me." My only home if you consider the fact that I lost my first when I got arrested. Then it got wrecked after that dirty cop messed it up. I decide to leave before we argue anymore. Too much and she'll end up trying to hit him first.

After leaving my sisters old place I take a walk for a while, aimlessly wandering trying not to over think the fight. But I had to concentrate on something to distract myself from the fact that everyone's telling me that I'm going to die. After a bit longer I feel a yawn come on and turn to see a clock. Four sixteen in the morning. I guess I should get some rest. I head back to the room slowly open the door. I see a shadow move as a bit of light enters the room. "Ay, Ciél. You awake?" She doesn't answer but I know she's up. But I can't bring myself to talk to her. She probably knows what I'm planning and I don't need her to tell me I'm gonna die again. Instead I just go back to my spot and lie down. I fall asleep surprisingly easy considering that my mind is filled to the brim with anxiety about tomorrow.

WAKE UP, YOU DON'T WANT MISS OUT ON THE BIG DAY... AFTER ALL /MR. LEX/, THIS IS GOING TO BE YOUR DEATH CITY DEBUT.

I wake up due to a few beams of light that made their way through the shades of the room. The sun's usually not here unti- I quickly check the time. It's almost ten in the morning. I'm so late. I look to the bed which is completely empty. /Correction, I'm late. Is this her plan to stop me? I've got a moto- This time I check for my keys. Gone.

My partner left me asleep and stole my bike. What a great Meister. Not that I don't appreciate Ciél's efforts, but I still refuse to give up. I run out of the room, leaving my jacket behind. I race towards the school in almost a full sprint. I'm running down the street with everyone looking at me like I'm some kind of idiot or Black Star. I don't know how but Ciél's gonna pay for this. I think as I commit more of myself to this run.

The good news is I made it to the stairs in about twenty minutes which is pretty impressive considering where we live. The bad news is these are the DWMA stairs and there's no quick way up without my Meister. It's even longer when nobody else is climbing.

After finally making it up the dreaded stairs I don't even rest before going through the doors. I quickly walk down the hall trying to make sure I don't look like I'm about to murder a teacher. Once I get near the crescent moon class I pause almost walking in out of habit. I don't have time for class, let alone for Stein to kill me. I quickly move past the door, hoping no one notices me through the window. I look over my shoulder as I run. Instantly making eye contact with Chase. I turn away and keep going until I reach the room.

I see Nadir standing next to the door. "Ah, I was think I'd never see you again after you..." He pauses another staff member crosses the hall. "Cut class yesterday."

"What can I say? I'm a troubled youth. I'm hoping some extra lessons'll set me straight." I reply turning my fist to chains as soon as the teacher is out of sight.

The professor laughs and I feel my hands try to turn back to normal but I manage to hold it together, barely. "Please," He says opening the door to the sparring room. "Step into my office." I walk into the room. The floor was covered in grey rubber tile mats along with a portion of the walls. The room like is a bit larger than the classroom I'm used to. There were a few weights on the sides near punching bags. I wonder how much this is gonna hurt. Nadir walks in and closes the door. "You know, that songbird asked me not to kill you? She's going to be pretty upset when she finds out you came after me."

"Well, if things go as planned. She doesn't need to know."

"Ah, the trust between a Meister and weapon. No wonder why my own gave up on me." He says somewhat solemn.

I scoff at his act. "I already know your not a Weapon. You think you're strong because of that blood."

He looks taken aback by my reply. "The blood, huh? I think I'll keep your soul for myself. Maybe then you'll get it." He says tossing his black dress shirt to the side along with his sunglasses. You look like even more an asshole in that white t-shirt.

"Good luck." I joke, clashing my chains together. His arm takes on its fake partial weapon form, this time almost instantly. He stabs at me and I'm lucky to be able to sidestep his attack. Change of plans. Thank Ciél for this morning's warm up. He takes a few more jabs at me with his lance. I'm being pushed back and I'd rather not hit the wall. Nadir Weapon of choice is long distance, my fist obviously are not. I'm at a disadvantage. He takes a large swing at me and I take that as my time to the move. I duck down underneath and Nadir turns his arm back to normal. I don't have time to hesitate I get about a foot away from him and launch my left fist at him.

He meets it mid-swing with a punch of his own. It reminds me of my fight outside of Club R.I.P. and I pause. It's different. His fist is coated in the Black Blood. This swings his right leg at me and I go into full Weapon form. The kick misses due to my much smaller form and as my chain hits the ground I turn back in a crouch. I swing my leg sweeping him of the floor. He falls to the mat and instead of blocking he slams his hands onto the mat. I felt he had something planned but in an effort to end this quickly I slam my fist into his face anyway. After about eight I suddenly jump back for reasons I'm not even sure of. "Done?" Nadir asks, standing and dusting himself off. "I guess I expected more." He smiles, showing his teeth stained with Black Blood.

I suddenly feel sick and drop to my knees. I barely resist vomiting on the rubber floor. "What... The hell?" It's suddenly hard to speak and breathe. My blood covered knuckles cycle back and forth between chains and skin. My instincts are bowing to him?

WOULDN'T YOU RATHER FIGHT, MR. LEX?

I force myself to stand, earning a chuckle from Nadir. "You sixth sense is so much smarter than you it upsetting." He spits his blood before me. The Black Blood that was on my hands quickly drips off to merge with it. "This was almost fun. Blood Mace." The blood he had dropped quickly solidified and jabbed into my stomach sending me flying backwards.

I LIKE THIS. LET'S BREAK THE RULES. YOU LOVE TO FIGHT. SO IT MAKES SENSE THAT WE SHOULD KEEP FIGHTING, YES?

I stand noticing something clenched in my hand, his sunglasses. I tighten my fist, crushing the shades. Things seem to warp in the room and the clock on the wall behind Nadir reads twelve o'clock. And get the feeling nauseating feeling that it's night outside. I can't even control body right now. I've lost it, haven't I? "Fights are a wonderful thing. Even more so when you break the rules of petty fear, no?"