I don't really have any plans for this chapter... that can't be good... I
guess I'll start putting classes in. Yay, now I have a plan, guess who they
have for their first class and guess who they have a double period with...
you'll find out... But first, we finish out the night.
"You're a what?" Harry was quite sure he'd never met a vampire before.
"A vampire and a former student at Hogwarts. But don't worry, none of the students are in danger... except perhaps that Malfoy boy, he gets on my last nerve," she half-joked. "But now down to business."
"Yes, we should develop some kind of plan to deal with this," said Kurama who had been silent the entire time.
"Harry has fought Voldemort before and survived, though not exactly won. He's supposed to either kill him or be killed by him. The only big problem I see is: can any of you five use a wand?" Katana seemed to have the best idea of what their stats were.
"You mean these sticks we got?" Kuwabara asked, waving his around and nearly setting fire to Genkai's desk.
"Kuwabara, put that away before you kill somebody," Botan said, getting up from the floor. She had had to duck to avoid being hit.
"That answers that question... One more thing Harry, because Serv- Professor Snape refuses, I will be helping you to more effectively guard your mind. I know you've done relatively well this past summer, but not well enough that it prevented me from finding that out from your mind just now. Hiei, you would be an enormous help in this area as well," she added. She translated the last bit into Japanese through telepathy to him, and he nodded.
"Is that everything?" Yusuke asked, sounding impatient.
"Finally agreeing to speak English, eh?" Genkai noticed.
"Yakamashii!" was his reply accompanied the one finger salute. [Shut up!]
"I'm so glad I'll have minimal dealings with you, Yusuke," Katana sighed. She turned toward the door to leave.
"Katana," Genkai stopped her. "Could I have a word?" Everyone else took that as their exit cue.
"What is it?" Katana asked after everyone had gone.
"Last year, the students learned next to nothing about what they should know. That means I'll have one year to teach two years of curriculum to everyone except the first years," Genkai explained.
"And vampires are on the curriculum," Katana read into what she was suggesting.
"Of course it wouldn't involve blowing your and the other's cover as ReiKiTantei," the young-looking woman assured her.
"I know. But do you want me for both fifth year and sixth year classes?"
"Just one class for each of the fifth year houses, maybe cover a bit more with the sixth years." The conversation went on for only a short time more before Katana had to take care of some things.
She went up to her room and changed out of her school robes. But instead if changing into pajamas, she changed into a hooded black cloak and leather boots; anything else she was wearing couldn't be seen. Then, she disappeared. Not apparated, disappeared. She changed into pure energy, essence, and traveled in the blink of an eye to just outside the Hog's Head Tavern in Hogsmeade.
She waited only a moment for her guardian to arrive. "Anyone I need to worry about in there?"
"Only one Trieste," he informed her. "You have class tomorrow, so noticeable scars." [Trieste seem human, but are actually immortal vampire hunters. Their blood is like poison to vampires.]
"You're always looking out for me, Touya," she smiled and turned toward the building.
She stepped through the door and removed only the hood. She walked straight to the bar, her boots making no noticeable sound amongst the din of the busy pub. The only person that looked up was the bartender who recognized her instantly.
"Ah Katana, it's been a while since your last visit. Business up at Hogwarts again or just passing through?" he inquired. Normally, he wouldn't be so intrusive with a customer, but since those were the only two reasons she ever showed up, they also told him what drink she was in the mood for.
"Dregg, yes it's been years. Hogwarts doesn't seem to have changed much since last I was there," she answered him.
"So, a Blood Rocket then?"
"You always know," she smiled slightly. "Feel free to be a bit heavy handed with the Holy Water, and none of that damned Trieste shit."
"You tryin to start something, vampire?" the Trieste asked gruffly from a few stools down.
"Yes, I am. Let me finish my drink and we'll battle to your death if you wish," she said lightly as Dregg set her mug down in front of her.
"Katana, take it outside," he warned.
"Not to worry, Dregg. He'll be on his ass and out the door soon enough. I just hope he's paid his tab." She took a long swig of the Blood Rocket and blew out a light steam caused by the Holy Water entering her system before licking away the blood mustache. She finished the rest of the drink quickly and turned to her opponent.
"You ready to die again, vampire?" he sneered.
"Not as ready as you should be," she replied, kicking him square in the chest and sending him out the door, following him quickly.
When she got out the door, he was getting up and drawing his knife; the magic in the silver blade makes a slice burn vampire flesh, take longer to heal, and it leaves a scar.
"My favorite," she smiled again. "Magic fights are too long distance and impersonal. But then again, a sword against a knife isn't exactly fair." She drew her katana, but, much to the surprise of the spectators, she stuck it into the wood of a lamppost, embedding the blade deep in the wood. She then removed her cloak and hung it on the handle of the sword as if it were a coat rack. Underneath, she wore loose black pants tucked into her boots at the knee, a tight, black, sleeveless shirt, and long back gloves nearly up to her shoulders.
The vampire hunter lunged quickly and nearly sliced her side, but she stepped slightly to the left and pushed his head when he was already off balance. He stumbled to the side but recovered quickly. "If I didn't know any better, I say you were drunk, Trieste," Katana taunted him.
"Shut up and fight seriously," he spat taking another lunge, this time attempting a slice across her belly. He nearly got her, causing a tear in the clingy fabric of the shirt she was wearing.
"That was my favorite shirt, oh well," she didn't seem too broken up about it. "You don't want me to fight seriously." Then, she turned toward the bar. "Don't worry, Dregg. I wont kill your customer, just teach him some manners."
"We shall see," the Trieste said, bringing her back to the fight. Instead of lunging, he threw the knife directly at her heart. She caught it just before the tip touched her shirt again, and he pulled out another knife. It had gone from a barroom brawl to a knife fight in less than two minutes.
"I would thank you for the lovely knife, but I would rather tell you off for being as careless as I usually am," she said, continuing to smile and speak in a light tone. "I would think a Trieste would know enough not to give a vampire a knife like this. They are hard to come by nowadays, as I understand it. We normally have to take them from hunters by force. Still, I thank you." She bowed slightly, knowingly giving him an opportunity to strike. And strike he did. The metal left a thin line of blood exposed by the torn fabric from her right collarbone, down across her breastbone, stopping after cutting across a few ribs.
"Who's being careless now?" he retorted.
"Why are you feeling victorious?" she asked. "Yes, it's large, but it's only a shallow scratch. I picked a fight with a Trieste hoping for a challenge. That's the only reason I dragged this fight out so long. I fear you are a disappointment." She was behind him before he could react. She had promised not to kill him, so she only knocked him out. She lightly tapped the back of his neck, but from a vampire that's almost as much force as hitting him with a crowbar. He was down for the count, and she was getting her cloak and sword and going back inside to pay for her drink.
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"You're a what?" Harry was quite sure he'd never met a vampire before.
"A vampire and a former student at Hogwarts. But don't worry, none of the students are in danger... except perhaps that Malfoy boy, he gets on my last nerve," she half-joked. "But now down to business."
"Yes, we should develop some kind of plan to deal with this," said Kurama who had been silent the entire time.
"Harry has fought Voldemort before and survived, though not exactly won. He's supposed to either kill him or be killed by him. The only big problem I see is: can any of you five use a wand?" Katana seemed to have the best idea of what their stats were.
"You mean these sticks we got?" Kuwabara asked, waving his around and nearly setting fire to Genkai's desk.
"Kuwabara, put that away before you kill somebody," Botan said, getting up from the floor. She had had to duck to avoid being hit.
"That answers that question... One more thing Harry, because Serv- Professor Snape refuses, I will be helping you to more effectively guard your mind. I know you've done relatively well this past summer, but not well enough that it prevented me from finding that out from your mind just now. Hiei, you would be an enormous help in this area as well," she added. She translated the last bit into Japanese through telepathy to him, and he nodded.
"Is that everything?" Yusuke asked, sounding impatient.
"Finally agreeing to speak English, eh?" Genkai noticed.
"Yakamashii!" was his reply accompanied the one finger salute. [Shut up!]
"I'm so glad I'll have minimal dealings with you, Yusuke," Katana sighed. She turned toward the door to leave.
"Katana," Genkai stopped her. "Could I have a word?" Everyone else took that as their exit cue.
"What is it?" Katana asked after everyone had gone.
"Last year, the students learned next to nothing about what they should know. That means I'll have one year to teach two years of curriculum to everyone except the first years," Genkai explained.
"And vampires are on the curriculum," Katana read into what she was suggesting.
"Of course it wouldn't involve blowing your and the other's cover as ReiKiTantei," the young-looking woman assured her.
"I know. But do you want me for both fifth year and sixth year classes?"
"Just one class for each of the fifth year houses, maybe cover a bit more with the sixth years." The conversation went on for only a short time more before Katana had to take care of some things.
She went up to her room and changed out of her school robes. But instead if changing into pajamas, she changed into a hooded black cloak and leather boots; anything else she was wearing couldn't be seen. Then, she disappeared. Not apparated, disappeared. She changed into pure energy, essence, and traveled in the blink of an eye to just outside the Hog's Head Tavern in Hogsmeade.
She waited only a moment for her guardian to arrive. "Anyone I need to worry about in there?"
"Only one Trieste," he informed her. "You have class tomorrow, so noticeable scars." [Trieste seem human, but are actually immortal vampire hunters. Their blood is like poison to vampires.]
"You're always looking out for me, Touya," she smiled and turned toward the building.
She stepped through the door and removed only the hood. She walked straight to the bar, her boots making no noticeable sound amongst the din of the busy pub. The only person that looked up was the bartender who recognized her instantly.
"Ah Katana, it's been a while since your last visit. Business up at Hogwarts again or just passing through?" he inquired. Normally, he wouldn't be so intrusive with a customer, but since those were the only two reasons she ever showed up, they also told him what drink she was in the mood for.
"Dregg, yes it's been years. Hogwarts doesn't seem to have changed much since last I was there," she answered him.
"So, a Blood Rocket then?"
"You always know," she smiled slightly. "Feel free to be a bit heavy handed with the Holy Water, and none of that damned Trieste shit."
"You tryin to start something, vampire?" the Trieste asked gruffly from a few stools down.
"Yes, I am. Let me finish my drink and we'll battle to your death if you wish," she said lightly as Dregg set her mug down in front of her.
"Katana, take it outside," he warned.
"Not to worry, Dregg. He'll be on his ass and out the door soon enough. I just hope he's paid his tab." She took a long swig of the Blood Rocket and blew out a light steam caused by the Holy Water entering her system before licking away the blood mustache. She finished the rest of the drink quickly and turned to her opponent.
"You ready to die again, vampire?" he sneered.
"Not as ready as you should be," she replied, kicking him square in the chest and sending him out the door, following him quickly.
When she got out the door, he was getting up and drawing his knife; the magic in the silver blade makes a slice burn vampire flesh, take longer to heal, and it leaves a scar.
"My favorite," she smiled again. "Magic fights are too long distance and impersonal. But then again, a sword against a knife isn't exactly fair." She drew her katana, but, much to the surprise of the spectators, she stuck it into the wood of a lamppost, embedding the blade deep in the wood. She then removed her cloak and hung it on the handle of the sword as if it were a coat rack. Underneath, she wore loose black pants tucked into her boots at the knee, a tight, black, sleeveless shirt, and long back gloves nearly up to her shoulders.
The vampire hunter lunged quickly and nearly sliced her side, but she stepped slightly to the left and pushed his head when he was already off balance. He stumbled to the side but recovered quickly. "If I didn't know any better, I say you were drunk, Trieste," Katana taunted him.
"Shut up and fight seriously," he spat taking another lunge, this time attempting a slice across her belly. He nearly got her, causing a tear in the clingy fabric of the shirt she was wearing.
"That was my favorite shirt, oh well," she didn't seem too broken up about it. "You don't want me to fight seriously." Then, she turned toward the bar. "Don't worry, Dregg. I wont kill your customer, just teach him some manners."
"We shall see," the Trieste said, bringing her back to the fight. Instead of lunging, he threw the knife directly at her heart. She caught it just before the tip touched her shirt again, and he pulled out another knife. It had gone from a barroom brawl to a knife fight in less than two minutes.
"I would thank you for the lovely knife, but I would rather tell you off for being as careless as I usually am," she said, continuing to smile and speak in a light tone. "I would think a Trieste would know enough not to give a vampire a knife like this. They are hard to come by nowadays, as I understand it. We normally have to take them from hunters by force. Still, I thank you." She bowed slightly, knowingly giving him an opportunity to strike. And strike he did. The metal left a thin line of blood exposed by the torn fabric from her right collarbone, down across her breastbone, stopping after cutting across a few ribs.
"Who's being careless now?" he retorted.
"Why are you feeling victorious?" she asked. "Yes, it's large, but it's only a shallow scratch. I picked a fight with a Trieste hoping for a challenge. That's the only reason I dragged this fight out so long. I fear you are a disappointment." She was behind him before he could react. She had promised not to kill him, so she only knocked him out. She lightly tapped the back of his neck, but from a vampire that's almost as much force as hitting him with a crowbar. He was down for the count, and she was getting her cloak and sword and going back inside to pay for her drink.
Yay, people like my writing. I got good reviews. Keep 'em coming!