Gray clouds had hailed over the daily sky of the capital and snow had slowly fell. Most people citizens roamed town and were currently living peaceful lives within the during that day. However, a sword fight had occurred outside the Umatora Theater. Flare, a Jaeger was dueling with a master swordsman like Izou.
Flare than sensed the woman's presence a few inches from behind and slightly turned his head ten degrees to her. "What are you doing? You got to leave!"
The brunette from the troupe heard Flare's warning, but her body hesitated to move. She looked at Flare with a little shock and concern. "But..." She took a step back, and then looked at Izou, who smiled at her. The woman became frightened when she saw Izou's deadly eyes. His black schlera and bloody red eyes had kept her locked in place, as she could see the word, "Murder" written on his face. The hairs on the brunette's skin had stood up in fear. Her teeth clenching and her hazel eyes watering.
"I'm telling you to leave, because you'll die if you stay here. Now get going." Flare told the woman from the troupe.
The woman slowly nodded as she understood. "Okay." She silently wished him luck and moved her body back inside the Umatora Theater.
"Who are you? And why are you interfering in our investigation?" Izou asked.
"The name's Flare. And this "so called" investigation of yours is over. I've already dealt with your friends, so..."
"Wait. You're saying that you... dealt with Syura and the others? Dealt with, as as in killed them?" Izou asked, thinking that Flare had killed them.
"What? No, I mean I-"
"You killed five Imperial Arm users all by yourself. Interesting..." Izou moved his blade at an angle to make it look like as if the blade covered Flare's neck from his point of view. "If you did kill Syura and the others, that must mean you're really strong!" He started hearing random words in his head. "Yes... I know, Kousetsu."
"Huh? Kousetsu? What are you talking about?" Flare asked in confusion.
"Kousetsu tells me that desires to drink your blood. I shall acknowledge you for your strength! Prepare yourself!"
Flare gripped the two-handed sword in his possession with both hands and stared directly at Izou, who looked at him with his bloody red eyes, surrounded by black schlera. He had no fear, as he stared back with his fiery golden eyes. Flare made the first move by charging towards Izou. Their swords clashed a number of times, as they both locked in close range. 'This guy's a really strong swordsman. He puts a lot of strength within his swings and does not hold back. He could easily slice through people, like a knife cutting butter. If I let it slip, then I might lose this fight.' Flare thought, as he kept a level head.
A few years before Flare had departed from his home village, he trained in the art of swordsmanship, to the point where he could easily defeat Danger Beasts with one or two strikes. His skill in swordsmanship had gotten much better when he trained under General Esdeath. Now Flare is considered in the top ten most skilled fighters and swordsmen in the Empire. 'I gotta thank Esdeath after this. If she hadn't trained me... I probably wouldn't last long against guys like him, or Akame.' Flare grunted after blocking one hard sword swing from Izou. He silently gasped as Izou had knocked FLare's sword upwards, leaving Flare's abdomen and chest vulnerable.
'There it is...' Izou finally found an opening on Flare and was ready to cut him down.
'Oh no!' Flare thought, as he tried to attack back by swinging his blade downwards, but was not fast enough to block or attack his katana.
Izou smiled as his blade was ready to slash Flare in half. 'Victory is mi-ugh!' he gasped, as he felt something pierce him.
Flare gasped in shock, as he watched in close up. 'That isn't...' He jumped back to make space.
Izou stammered, as he looked downwards at his body and discovered that a katana blade sticking out of his chest. He discovered that he had been stabbed in the heart from behind by a third party. "W...what?" His wound quickly started bleeding, staining his Asian traditional clothing and blood quickly streamed down, dripping off of his chin, than onto the snowy ground.
Flare stammered as he watched this go down.
"You were watching the whole time... weren't you?" Izou asked the third person as he slowly fell on his knees and hit the ground face first, collapsing. "Ugh,"
"I've been looking for someone like you for a while." said a familiar voice, as the person stared down at Izou's bleeding body.
After watching Izou collapse to the ground, he saw that the culprit who stabbed him was no other than Kurome in a pink jacket. She had stabbed Izou with her Imperial Arm, Yatsufusa.
"Kurome!" Flare chanted.
Kurome's eyes moved upwards, looking at Flare. "Oh, you're here. I almost forgot about you. You look weird." She said bluntly, as she looked at Flare's skin.
"Never mind me. What are you even doing here?" Flare asked.
"Not that it's any of your business or anything. But I heard a woman scream from a kilometer away, so I came here to check if Night Raid were around."
"Wow. I didn't know you have good hearing." Flare said bluntly.
Kurome scoffed. "Whatever."
"Oh yeah. That woman you heard scream. I told her to take hide in the Umatora Theater with everyone else." Flare pointed towards the Umatora Theater.
"That reminds me. Aren't we supposed to investigate that theater, anyway?" Kurome questioned.
"I already took care of that." Flare quickly replied.
Kurome shrugged. "Fine. Less paperwork for me."
"I'm gonna go check on everybody in the theater and see how they're doing."
"I'll make sure to secure this guy while you're in there." Kurome replied.
"Thanks a lot. I'll see you later." Flare waved her off before attending the troupe.
Kurome stayed silent, as she watched Flare head towards the doors. "Hm?" She heard something moving close to her feet and saw that Izou was face first on the ground, conscious. She saw Izou's hand trying to reach for her leg. Kurome kicked it away in disgust. "Do not touch me with those filthy hands of yours."
Izou held his katana in one hand and lifted his face to look at a annoyed Kurome, glaring down at him. "Y... You're Kurome... right?"
Kurome did not answer.
"I knew it..." Izou lifted his katana, Kousetsu high enough to where Kurome could reach it. "Take it... with your abilities... Kousetsu could drink as much blood at its heart's content... what do you say?" Izou tried to offer Kurome his katana, as his dying wish. Kurome's eyes were darkened by shadow. She slowly drew Yatsufusa from her sheath and the reflection of Izou had bounced onto Yatsufusa's blade. "Eh?" Izou looked a little confused, as Kurome pulled out her Imperial Arm. Without mercy or approval, Kurome bent down and stabbed Izou's heart from the back once again. This time, doing something sinister. "Guhh!" Izou gasped and nearly shot up from the fatal stab. Dark purple aura struck his body through the blade, luck it was electricity "How could you... ever betray... the last request... of a... swordsman..." Izou gasped blood from his mouth and his vision started to fade, meaning he was dying. After being convinced by Syura... I never got to kill a single person... from the Empire...' Izou collapsed dead.
Kurome stood up and smiled. "Come on, now. Do I really look like a swordsman to you? I don't need some bloodthirsty katana from a delusional man, as yourself." She held Yatsufusa close to her cheek like a winning prize object. "That's what I have Yatsufusa for. But don't worry. You can drink as much blood as you want when we eliminate Night Raid." As Kurome had said that, Izou's body had risen. Now becoming one of Kurome's puppets/dolls. Purple aura had surrounded her body, as he had a gleam look in his eye.
"Is everyone okay?" Flare shouted bust through the doors, causing everyone to look at him and almost flinch.
"Why, yes. We're fine." James answered. "Were you able to defeat the enemy?"
"I had backup come and help me. He won't bother anyone else again." Flare answered.
"Thank God!" One of the men in white tuxedos yelled.
"It's finally over!" A man in knight's armor cheered.
The troupe gasped in relief, as some of their eyes watered. The troupe started cheering and celebrating, because Flare had saved all of their lives.
Before Flare could say a word, he was rushed by a woman in a pink dress. The same brunette that he saved from Izou at least fifteen minutes ago. She hugged him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her cheek and chest were pressed against his. She closed her eyes in a moment of bliss, as she finally let tears of joy run down her face.
"Thank you." the Brunette murmured.
Flare could feel how happy she was and smiled. "Happy to help."
James walked up to Flare. "Seriously. There's no way we could repay you for the good deeds you've done for us. You saved us all twice in one day."
"Well, that's what we Jaegers do. We save people on a daily basis." Flare responded.
"Heh," James chuckled. "Yes. And for your service, we have something for you in the other room that you might like." He pointed towards a door which lead to a room, closest to the entrance door from a few feet.
"Oh no. I don't think I'll need any gifts..."
"Hoho. Oh, nonsense. Everybody wants something in life. Do you like pie?" James asked.
"Sure, I'll take pie." Flare said.
"I knew it! There is something you might like." He chuckled, than looked at the troupe. "Can someone please escort Flare to receive the pie?"
"I'll take him." The brunette that hugged Flare a moment ago had volunteered.
Flare looked at her. "Are you sure?"
"Mm-hmm." The brunette smiled at him and slightly blushed.
About a six seconds later, Flare was being escorted to an average sized room, by the brunette. They were seen walking down a hallway together. The brunette walked in front of Flare, leading the way to a room where the pie was.
"I never caught your name." Flare said.
"Oh? I guess it's slipped my mind. My name It's Lucy." The brunette revealed.
"Hey, Lucy. How long have you been with the troupe?" he asked.
"I would say two years almost two years." Lucy answered.
"Two years, huh."
"Yes. Everyone's nice around here, once you get to know them." Lucy slightly turned her head, where she could see him through the corner of her hazel eye. "Say, Flare?"
"What is it?"
"Have you thought about joining the troupe?" Lucy asked.
"No. Not at all." Flare said plainly.
"Why not? It's so much fun, here."
"I know it can or might be fun, but I have a capital to protect." Flare said honestly.
"I see." Lucy turned her head forward.
"Listen, Lucy. Earlier, I wasn't trying to be rude to you..."
"It's alright. Thanks to you, no one gut hurt." Lucy said with a smile on her face. Inside of Lucy's body, her heart started racing and her skin was getting warmer. She couldn't tell if it was either the humidity in the building or just being around the person she liked. She tried to hide the blush on her face from Flare and keep a normal composure. About four seconds later, Lucy had stopped at a door to her right. "Here we are." Lucy grabbed the knob and opened it wide.
As he walked in the room, he saw that there was nothing but a normal bed in an empty room. He looked around at the pale white walls and noticed that there were no pie.
"Is this the right room?" Flare asked as he looked around.
"Yes. It is." Lucy closed the door behind her and locked the knob.
"Are you sure?" Flare asked as his attention was away from Lucy. "There's nothing here, but a bed, here."
"Tr... try checking from under the bed." Lucy insisted that he look
"Okay." Flare took Lucy's advice and tried checking from under the bed. He used his eyes to look and saw something under the bed. "I see something. I'll get it out from under." Flare stretched his arm from under the bed, attempting to grab it.
While Flare is attempting to reach for an object, Lucy's body was suddenly getting warmer. She silently moaned as her body was slowly being taken over by hormones. Her peach fuzz had returned, and her eyes had a little bit of lust. She started stripping from her attire, trying to remain as quiet as a mouse, so Flare couldn't hear. She took off her shoes and unbuttoned her dress. She had stripped into nothing but her white bra, panties and stockings.
Flare lifted the slightly lifted the bed up with one arm to get a better reach and view. "I found it." He instantly grabbed the object and let go of the bed. As he got up and looked, he saw that there was a circular crusted pie. Wrapped in plastic. "Wattya know. There was a pie in here." He smelled the pie a little and touched it. "Hey, Lucy. The pie's a little cold. Do you mind if I heat this-uh." As Flare had turned around, he saw a half-naked Lucy approaching him with a blush on her face, her hazel eyes had little lust.
"Flare..." Lucy moaned, as she slowly approached Flare with a gentle touch.
"Lucy?" Flare quickly looked at the empty sheetless bed. Than he turned back to Lucy, realizing what's going to happen next. 'Oh no...'
Later that night in the Imperial Palace dining room. The moon was crescent, there were no stars. Just another peaceful night, but it snowed less. Flare, Run, Wave and Kurome were sitting at a long marble table. Kurome were eating her drug cookies, while Wave and Run had listened to Flare's story, as he was eating a plate of soup.
"Wait-you're saying that you saved an entire troupe of people from a certain massacre and fought a nasty group all by yourself!?" Wave asked in a little shock.
"Yeah. I transported... more like sent most of them to a island far, far away from the capital. They can't hurt anyone, now. But, I don't know if they might return, though. It might take days or weeks. I could sense each of them were deadly. Especially with their Imperial Arms."
"Impressive..." Run slowly shook his head, while putting a finger on his chin. "I heard the group that you encountered were called Wild Hunt. A secret police force that is supposed to dispose of Night Raid."
"That's who they were? If that's the case, then they shouldn't be a police force at all. Just another group of bad guys."
"Flare, you said you sent most of Wild Hunt away, right? So, what happened to the other one?" Run asked.
"The swordsman? I don't know. Kurome said that she was going to secure him after she stabbed him." Flare said.
"You stabbed one of them? Where is he now?" Wave asked Kurome. The three boys turned to Kurome.
"Yeah, I did stab him. And who cares where he is?" Kurome got up from the table and grabbed her bag of cookies.
"Oh, there's something else I wanna ask you, Flare." Wave said.
"What's up?"
"Why do you have lipstick on your face?" Wave asked as he pointed at the light pink kissy lip marks on Flare's face. There were two lipstick prints.
Run drunk a glass of water.
"Um, well…"
Kurome automatically stopped and answered Wave's question with a blank face. "Flare had a bit of "Apple Pie" after saving all of their asses."
"W-What!?" Wave was psyched.
Run spat out water, after hearing what Kurome said in shock.
"Kurome!" Flare chanted.
"Stop yelling out my name out loud. It's making my ears hurt." Kurome said, as she was leaving the dining room. She covered one of her ears.
Flare turned to both Wave and Run. "Look, guys. It wasn't even like that at all. I saved a girl, and she just locked me in a room, with her."
"Oh my…" Run blushed a bit.
"She tried to seduce me, but I end up talking her out of it, though." Flare stated.
"I believe you, Flare. But what Kurome just said… I can't believe it." Wave turned to the door, where Kurome just walked out of.