Flare had stood before a mysterious and dangerous group called Wild Hunt. One of the people of that group he had recognized was his half-brother, named Syura. Who claims to be the Prime Minister's son. Flare's golden eyes of had burned with rage, his fists tightly gripped. Flare's was angry, as he wanted to attack Syura for what he did to him, and many innocent people he had gotten killed, thanks to releasing Doctor Stylish's Danger Beasts.
"So, you actually survived that fall, huh?" Syura smiled towards the furious Flare.
"What are you doing here?" Flare calmly responded as his soul was burning with hate for Syura. His heart was telling him to attack Syura, but his brain was telling him not to.
"Like I need to tell a commoner, like you anything." Syura coldly responded, as his eyes narrowed away. "But, since you survived our last encounter, maybe I'll tell you off with a little something." Syura slowly reached towards his back pocket.
Flare grunted, as he thought Syura might do something tricky again. He thought that Syura might pull out a gun or a knife. But his guard was slightly dropped to one percent, as he silently gasped and saw Syura's ID Card. 'An emblem?'
"We are the special police force, Wild Hunt! Ever heard of us?"
Flare looked at Syura's emblem that has a wolf head and read "Wild Hunt" on the card. 'Wild Hunt. So they're the special police force... I've heard some rumor that they were supposed to...' For a moment, Flare glanced at Syura and the four mysterious people behind him.
Flare saw that one of them was a cross-dressing dark haired pirate, named Enshin, who licked his lips with his sharp tongue and stared back at him with his small snakelike yellow eyes. Enshin was glad to be brought to the capital by Syura, to not only join Wild Hunt, but to come to the capital and violate as many young, pretty women as he pleased.
Flare also saw a tall overweight, dark-skinned clown called Champ. Champ was grateful to be placed on Syura's team. Champ has a history with kids, and not the good kind of history. Whenever he sees an innocent child/children, most of their lives would either be ruined, or taken by the clown. Champ started to slowly grow impatient as Flare had stood between him and the theater.
One girl was taller than the other, as she wore a short dress, looking like a pop star with bunny ear accessories and glasses. Her name was Cosmina, who was staring hearts at Flare in aw, as she noticed he was cute. Cosmina was happy to join Syura's team, so she could flirt and violate cute boys. While the other girl was shorter, and dressed as an adolescent. Her name was Dorothea, as she slightly yawned. She was invited by Syura and brought to the capital, so she could study and learn from Doctor Stylish.
'I sense something very sinister and dangerous about each of them... And they're supposed to aid us against Night Raid? I can't trust them at all...' Flare grunted.
"We've heard reports that the troupe's plays secretly criticizes their Empire, so we've come to investigate ourselves. Move aside." Syura demanded Flare to move from the doors.
"You're too late." Flare stood his ground and raised his arms, blocking the doorway.
"What?" Syura stopped and lifted a brow.
"I've already investigated. The people in this theater are innocent. They're just fed up on how the Empire treats its people. That's all there is to it!" Flare answered.
"I guess we'll never know, until I see it for myself, now won't we? Now move." Syura said a he took a step forward.
"No."
"I said, move!" Syura shouted.
"I told you! It's done! You don't need to investigate anymore!" Flare yelled.
"Move aside, dammit!"
"I won't let you hurt these innocent people!"
"Are you REALLY resisting me? Because if you are... you are resisting the Prime Minister!"
"His son, huh?" Deep down, Flare knew that Syura was Honest's son. He remembered why he came to the capital. To stop the Prime Minister's tyranny. For months, Flare heard people secretly complain about the Prime Minister. "If that's the case..." Flare gripped his fist. "Then you're just as bad as the Minister, if you're committing these atrocities!"
"W-what do you just say?" Syura gritted his teeth and twitched.
'Wow. He's the first to ever stand up to Syura.' Dorothea noted, as she watched the two Imperial Arm users argue.
'He's so handsome! Even when he's standing up to the Minister's son!' Cosmina started drooling a bit, and blushed. 'I definitely want this cut guy to play with Cosmina, now!'
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Syura growled, as an angry vein had appeared on his forehead.
"Who the fuck am I is none of your business. I'm not gonna let you tear down and destroy the peace I'm trying to build within this nation! I've worked too hard just to let someone like you come by and ruin it all!"
"Syura, I'm getting pissed off, now. I wanna meet the pretty ladies, but this guy is in our way Let's just kill him!" Enshin hissed as he butt in their conversation.
"Yeah. Let's just kill this bastard already. I'm already itching to meet the children." Champ scratched his shoulder.
"Let's just kill this weakling and go already." Dorothea scoffed and rolled her eyes.
After hearing the threats, Flare had raised his guard to a hundred percent. He had yet to use his Pyrokinesis as he wanted to know what these strange people could do. 'It looks like they're gonna try and kill me, now. But, what's gonna happen? Are they gonna attack all at once... or are they gonna attack separately?' Flare stared at each of them, as Wild Hunt had yet to draw out their Imperial Arms. 'Do they have Imperial Arms? If they do have them, then how are they gonna-'
Cosmina suddenly walked towards Flare slowly, with hands behind her back. Her eyes had lust and sparkle within them, a red peach fuzz appeared on her face, and her chest was leaned forward to where Flare could spot her cleavage.
Flare silently gasped when Cosmina wrapped her arms around one of his arms. He could heel her breasts between his elbow, which made him lose a little focus. "What are you doing?"
"You're cute. Please play with Cosmina! Pretty please?" Cosmina flirted.
Flare tried to release his arm from Cosmina's grasp. "Sorry, now's not the time for playing ga-" As Flare tried to release himself, Dorothea swiftly moved towards Flare and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Hey, what are you doing? Get off of me-" Flare's eyes widened in shock lightly screamed, as he felt a pair of sharp fangs into his shoulder. "AAARGH!" Flare had let out a wild scream.
Dorothea chuckled, as she was sucking his blood. The next moment, she had gasped in surprise as she had tasted his blood. She had sucked blood from countless victims, but Flare's was somehow different. She could feel the energy flow into her own body. It was as if she was tasting something divine. 'I can't believe it... this blood.'
Flare had collapsed to the ground.
"No fair, Dorothea. I wanted to bite him first!" Cosmina complained.
"You can bite him as much as you want after we investigate." Syura told Cosmina, then looked towards Dorothea. "Now. Finish him off already so we can get a move on, Dorothea. Dorothea?"
Suddenly Dorothea had released her fangs from Flare's neck, to the group's surprise. She clutched her stomach with both hands and her feet could barely stay still. Her skin had tightened, her nipples had erected and her blue eyes had lust within them. A bit of saliva started to hang from her mouth. Her head was low, as she could feel her body go through some type of change.
Flare fell on one knee and panted heavily. His body looked a bit thinner, but he could feel himself drained. His eyes were in shock, as he had just experienced Absordex first hand. 'What the hell was that just now...! One moment, I was grabbed. The next moment... I could feel a couple of teeth in my skin and my energy being drained...' He stared at Dorothea and wondered. 'She must be an Imperial Arm user. There's no way an ordinary person could just bite someone else and drain them down completely.'
"What the heck's gotten into you?" Syura stared at Dorothea.
"I'm sorry... it's just..." Dorothea glanced up to Syura with lust in her eyes and a huge blush on her face. "This guy has intensely rich and spicy blood!" Dorothea drooled a bit.
"What? You mean his blood?"
"Yes! It's so rich, that I could literally feel my body getting younger and stronger! His blood so divine, it's like tasting special wine made by the Gods." Dorothea bragged.
"Than let me bite him, next. I wanna taste that divinity, too!" Cosmina threw her hand in the air, volunteering on tasting Flare's blood next.
"Why don't you shut up! Talking about this rich and divinity is making me want to the beautiful women inside this theater even more." Enshin licked his lips as he started to develop a craving for the girls he had not met, yet. His eyes nearly rolled and his fingers moved out of control as he imagined grabbing them.
"I'm getting hungry, too. I just can't wait to meet all the young and innocent children inside of this theater." Champ grinned as he fantasized about meeting and harming kids.
"All of you, just shut the hell up!" Syura yelled at his group, than turned towards Dorothea. "Just kill that guy so we could get a move on! It's getting late."
Dorothea shook her head no. "No. Not just yet. You see, now that I had sucked his blood, I wanna get the chance to study him. How about I take him to the lab and run some tests on him, while you go and investigate?" Dorothea insisted that the group investigate the Umatora Theater while she take Flare elsewhere.
As Flare had heard Wild Hunt's conversation, he was not pleased. He slowly moved his head to stare at them, as they talked. He knew they could dispose of him at any moment with their Imperial Arms and needed to act fast. 'Dammit. If I don't hurry, these guys are gonna kill me. And they're gonna kill everyone in the theater.' Flare thought about the innocent lives inside of the Umatora Theater, first. There were a few things that Flare knew he could do to protect the troupe and stop Wild Hunt. 'There has to be something I can do to stop them... but what?'
Flare had spotted an adamant object that Syura carried to his side. It was his Imperial Arm called, Shambhala. 'Wait that's...' He remembered Esdeath telling him a story about when she was transported on the same night he had met Syura. He couldn't sense her presence then. Flare learned that she was once transported by Syura and a mysterious Imperial Arms. 'So, that's the space-time Imperial Arm...'
As Wild Hunt continued chatting, Champ looked towards the direction where Flare and the doors were. "Hey, that guy's disappeared..." Champ interrupted the group's conversation pointed towards Flare, who had disappeared.
"What?" Syura turned around to see that Flare had suddenly disappeared from where he stood. "Where the heck did he go?" Syura looked left and right, trying to see where Flare had went off.
"He couldn't have gotten far!" Enshin drew out his dual blade Imperial Arms, Shamshir from his sheath and was prepared to kill.
As Wild Hunt continued to look left and right for at least six seconds, Cosmina had noticed something small was moving towards Syura from behind. 'What is that? A fire?' It was a small patch of an orange flame called a wisp had quietly floated itself behind Syura's feet.
Trump Card; Flare-o'-Wisp. A technique that allows the user to shrink via fire. The user transforms themselves into tiny wisps. A nearly undetectable patch of flame, capable of hiding, spying and espionage, but could still be seen with human eyes. If the wisp were to attacked by liquids or fluids such as water or rain, the transformation will be dispelled and the user will revert back to their normal state fatigued.
Cosmina narrowed her eyes closely to see the wisp getting bigger and bigger until Flare had emerged and got behind Syura. She gasped and called for Syura. "Syura, behind you!" Cosmina pointed towards Syura's direction. This caught the attention of the rest of Wild Hunt as Flare had emerged.
"Uh?" Syura had no clue what Cosmina was talking about, before he sensed a presence. Before he could turn around, he was already met with a fist to his face, between the eyes and his facial scar. Syura was sent flying a few feet backwards, while his team watched in surprise. Syura grunted as he had landed.
"That's for what happened last time!" Flare shouted with confidence. He referred back to when Syura had knocked him off a rock and left him to die in Mount Fake. Flare's body had silently healed due to his Imperial Arm, Stripeless. Flare looked healthy again before Dorothea had bit him.
"Syura!" Champ cried.
Dorothea watched as Flare had punched Syura with force, and knew that something about him was odd. 'That's weird. This guy collapsed, almost like a corpse when I drained his energy a moment ago. And here he is standing good as knew after knocking Syura on his ass. So, what's going on?' Dorothea tried to wonder how
'Who the hell is this guy? First he disappeared from out the blue... and than he punches Syura in the face.' Champ wondered.
'I don't like this guy, but I also don't like where this is going...' Enshin silently hisses.
'First he stands up against the Prime Minister's son, and now he punches him in the face with no hesitation...' Cosmina cracked a smile and blushes at Flare, as her eyes had sparkled with love. 'This guy is so cool! And I feel like's turning me on!' Cosmina could feel a little wetness in her panties and her nipples erecting.
"Heh," Syura chuckled as he slowly got up from the ground. "That was a good-ass punch you threw at me just now. I'll admit that." He stood up and wiped some blood from his face. He glared at Flare with the intentions of killing him this time. "But... I'm definitely going to have to execute you here and..." Syura reached for his back pocket to grab Shambhala, but discovered his Imperial Arm wasn't there. "What?" He reached for his pocket again, but the result was the same. "Where'd it go?"
"What's going on, Syura?" Dorothea asked.
"My Shambhala! It's gone!" Syura replied.
"E-hem!" Flare coughed a bit to catch Syura's attention. "You mean this thing?"
Wild Hunt turned their attention to see Flare holding Shambhala in his hand.
"Tch!" Syura grunted, as he now realized that Flare holding his Imperial Arm.
"When did he get it?" Cosmina asked.
Dorothea frowned. 'He must've swiped it before punching Syura...' she assumed.
"So, this is an Imperial Arms you used to transport those Danger Beasts, right?" Flare asked Syura, referring back to the events where the humanoid Danger Beasts had attacked and killed dozens of people.
"Give it back!" Syura shouted, angrily at Flare.
"Not a chance." Flare replied by glaring back at him.
Syura than turned his attention towards his team. "Get my Shambhala back and then kill him!"
"Gladly!" Enshin hissed as he readied his Shamshir.
"I'm just itching to kill this guy.' Champ had summoned his Imperial Arms called Beag Leauer. Six elemental orbs.
'Aw! I want to be the one to kill the hot guy, right after I play with him.' Cosmina silently pouted as she pulled out her catlike microphone called Heavy Pressure.
Flare had quickly caught on, as Wild Hunt was prepared to kill him. He could fend them off four Imperial Arm users and maybe even Syura at once for a short time, but not if there were innocent people at risk. Flare has worked too hard to try and maintain peace within the capital. If they were to fight during times like this, than the crime rate and chaos would possibly increase again.
Enshin and Dorothea charged at Flare, while Cosmina was prepared to sing and Champ was about to pitch one of his orbs.
Flare took a breather and finally decided what to do. "Trump Card; Pyro Transport!" Flare had chanted as well.
"Pyro-what?"
Within mere seconds, a white flash of light had engulfed the six of them, than vanished. Flare had transported himself and the five dangerous Imperial Arm users to an island that Syura is familiar with. The island that Syura had once transported Tatsumi and Esdeath, months prior. The island was hundreds kilometers away from the capital, from the south.
Syura quickly recognized this island, as he once claimed to travel most of the world, except for the eastern nations. As for the rest of Wild Hunt had no clue whatsoever, as they looked around. The sun was ready to set within a few hours.
"What is this place?"
"Where are we? What's going on?" Cosmina asked as she saw some pine trees and the water.
"Shit! Not another island." Enshin cursed as he recognized an island when he sees it. Due to being a pirate at sea .
"No. Not this place!" Syura scowled as he remembered visiting this island. He growled at Flare. "You bastard! Did you just use Shambhala against me?"
"No. But something tells me you don't deserve it." Flare replied.
"Tch!" Syura growled as his yellow eyes burned with hate.
"This is island is where you'll be spending the rest of your days. I promise you that." Flare said as he stood a few yards away from the group.
Syura was shocked to hear what Flare had just said. Being banished on an island with barely any life on it. This made him frustrated. "No! You can't leave me here! Give me back my Shambhala, now!" Syura demanded as he tried to run towards Flare.
"I'm not doing that. All you'll ever do is use your Imperial Arms to hurt and kill people. I can't allow that." Flare said.
"Bastard! I am not staying in the likes of this place again!" Enshin rushed towards Flare behind Syura.
"Sorry, but not sorry." Flare turned away.
"No!" The Wild Hunt group yelled as they rushed towards him.
"Farewell." Flare said, before finally using Pyro Transport to flee the island and Wild Hunt ultimately.
Syura's knees hit the sand, as he stretched one of his hands out. His eyes was filled with failure, his teeth trembled, his body almost shook like a raddle. Syura had dreamed on one day surpassing Honest and taking over the capital. Now those dreams had came to ruin, thanks to Flare, whom had supposedly banished him and stole Shambhala from him. He let out an insane laughter.
Wild Hunt members such as Enshin and Cosmina noticed that Syura was either laughing out of insanity or he was laughing to keep from crying.
"I think he's broken." Cosmina whispered to Enshin.
"No shit." Enshin grunted. 'I can't believe that bastard trapped me here on this island! When I see him again...'
'Well, there goes me wanting to experiment on that guy...' Dorothea couldn't care less being trapped on an island with his team.
Inside Champ's mind, he couldn't help but think of something weird. He wondered a bit, before he gasped and an imaginary lightbulb appeared over his head. "Guys! You may not believe me, but I think I know who that guy was." This caught the attention of his comrades, even Syura, who stopped laughing a bit.
Meanwhile, Flare had transported himself back to the Umatora grounds. He instantly opened the doors, which led to the auditorium and saw the troupe performing on stage. They all stopped for a moment to see Flare running towards them.
"Oh, Flare. What brings you back so soon?" James the Troupe leader asked.
"Is everyone alright?" Flare asked James, as he looked at the performers, who seemed to be fine.
"Why, yes. We're all doing fine. Is there something wrong?"
"Look, James. There's something I gotta tell you."
"What is it?"
"There were some really bad people called Wild Hunt. They were coming here to investigate this theater. And trust me when I say this... they were REALLY bad people!"
Some of the troupe had gasped after hearing the news, including James.
"What? How bad were they?" James asked in concern.
"Bad as in... if you were to run into these people, your life would be forever ruined or taken. THAT kind of bad." Flare said.
James eyes widened in horror. In his mind, James thought about what if Wild Hunt had came to the Umatora Theater moments before Flare did? He might've got everyone in the troupe killed or scarred. He ran towards Flare and grabbed his shoulders. "Are they coming here right now!? Do we need to pack up and leave? Is that what you're saying!?" He shook Flare a bit out of fear.
Flare shook his head no. "You don't have to worry, much. I drove 'em away. It's alright, now."
Many of the troupe had sighed in relief, including James, who lowered his head. "Thank God, we're safe."
"But, I think you do need to leave. Just to be safe." Flare suggested.
"Huh?" james raised his head towards Flare.
"But why? You said that you just drove them away. So what is there to be worried about?" A man in a knights armor had asked.
"I know I told you that I drove them away-which is true, though. But I don't know when they'll be back. It might take them a few days or maybe weeks to return to the capital."
"Wait, what!?"
Flare turned and looked at James. "You see, Wild Hunt. The group that I encountered earlier were Imperial Arm users. And who knows what would they have done if I didn't show up." He then pulled out an adamant object from his pocket, which was the Imperial Arms, Shambhala. "I snagged this from them."
"What's this?" James asked as he took Shambhala from Flare's hand.
"It's called an Imperial Arms..."
Some of the troupe silently gasped and listened closely.
"I don't know what it's called, but I do know you can use it to transport to almost anywhere you want." Flare explained what he knew.
"And you're giving it... to me?" James asked.
"I'm giving it to you, because you're the leader. I know you're going to protect these everyone here well." Flare said.
Hearing that almost made James tear up. Instead, he nodded and accepted Shambhala as his own Imperial Arm. "Thank you very much, Flare. I'll take good care of it."
Flare smiled back.
"AAAAAIIIIEE!" A girl had screamed.
Flare and the rest of the group had heard a scream coming from the back of the theater. Flare knew if there was a scream, there was trouble. He instantly ran towards the back of the theater, which led to a door that brought him outside. As he opened the door, he saw white snow raining from the clouded sky. As he looked forward, he glanced and saw a girl from the troupe trembling in fear and being threatened by an unknown swordsman.
The young woman who was being threatened had worn a pink dress that covered her knees, long white stockings, white shoes. He had neck-length brown hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. She barely lied on her side, as Izou had approached her. "Please don't kill me..."
The swordsman that is threatening the young woman is an Asian traditional swordsman. His name is Izou. "Sorry. But I was ordered to execute anyone who attempted to leave this investigation." Izou smiled as he raised his katana in the air. "And besides... Kousetsu is thirsty."
The young woman lightly cried and shut her eyes in fear, as she feared that her life was bout to end by an unknown swordsman.
"Heh," Izou's swung his katana downwards, hoping to end the woman's life, but was soon clashed with another sword, which threw Izou off guard. "What?" He looked to see Flare had stopped him from killing the young woman.
The young woman gasped, when she opened her eyes and saw Flare saving her life by clashing swords with Izou.
Flare grunted out of anger, as he had just heard Izou right, while blocking him. He heard him say "Investigation", which means he's the remaining member of Wild Hunt. This frustrated Flare, as he didn't think that there were others. Now he's dealing with one more of them. "You just used the word, "Investigation" which means, you're apart of Wild Hunt, right?"