Hey, what do you know? I'm not dead! Which would ironically be fitting for a story about zombies but I digress. Real sorry for the...two months? Has it really been that long? Yeah, more than two months I've been absent. Some things happened and I got lazy would be the short of the story. Hopefully I can get a little more on track now.
Now this chapter's kind of make or break, since its where it really gets started and I'm playing fast and loose with how the story unfolds compared to originally. Very much hope you enjoy and maybe let me know in a REVIEW! :)
"I think we all knew. Instantly when we saw the first one of "Them". The old world with all its hang ups and problems was gone. We're weren't going to come back from this. Emotionally. Intellectually. Spiritually. How could we? And maybe that's not so bad. Before I was a flabby nobody. But look at me now..." Khota Hirano
Shuffling his feet, a shoe missing, the freshly minted ghoul walked unsteadily following the railing. Jersey for the school's baseball team hanging limply from his shoulders, torn and stained. Several more of "them" camped out squatting next the steps of the staircase leading down to the floor below. Hungrily clutching at their former classmates with red-tinged hands lifting them up stuffing them into their mouths.
Like them, the ghoul had been a person. With hopes, fears and concerns. Minutes before he'd been standing in front of the mirror in his locker worrying if he was developing a pimple. He'd been planning on asking out the local "bad girl" Bunny sharing a class with the bleach bottle blonde. And that was the last thing he needed he thought. There was also going to be a practice later today and tryouts for all the new kids which he'd been looking forward too.
All of which had been withered and sucked out of him like marrow from a bone by the gnawing hunger which filled and animated him now. Body numb and disconnected. Strongly tingly, almost as if it had fallen asleep. Feeling as if his mind was being buoyed in a cold, tumultuous sea. Thoughts pale flickers shining through the dense fog. Stray images and feelings which appeared and then submerged again without a trace by the all-consuming hunger.
Sunlight he couldn't see, only dimly feel warming his lifeless skin, streaming through the blood smeared windows. Broken and smashed by people desperately trying to escape. A few even succeeding only to plummet to the sidewalk below. More ghouls crouched around their broken bodies feeding. Looking like carrion crows perched over the bodies.
Back inside the school the ghoul paused lifting his head as he listened to the ominous dirge of his brethren. Their pallid moans and the guttural, famished sounds of their dark feast futilely trying to sate a hunger which would never leave them. Listening past that to something he dimly remembered. Fingers tightening around the gore smeared bat he'd dragged behind him. A growing puddle running down from the red soaked surface leaving a trail back behind him. Trying to place the sound. Something he used to hear in his old life. Something he cherished.
The realization it was a woman's laughter hitting him nearly as the same time as the two girls colliding into his back. Knocking him forward against the railing falling over it. Legs kicking upwards as he vanished falling to the far floor below cutting his tragic, cursed existence short.
A pool of black blood slowly seeping out from around his crushed skull as he lay there. Twitching fingers scratching at the cracked tile by his head as another ghoul shambled towards him. Tilting its head up with a low, curious bellow towards the two girls racing away.
Undaunted by the madness and horror which surrounded them drawing strength from each other. Holding each other hand as they ran. Quickly realizing how slow and lumbering those transformed became. Ghouls behind them falling forward onto their knees as they reached grabbing blindly at where the girls had been.
"We should be okay if we stay together, Misuzu!" Toshimi said cheerfully looking back over the railing at the ghoul they'd just killed.
Easily their sixth or seventh the two of them had sent sprawling over the side through that didn't always kill them. Seeing them try to move dragging broken legs and arms behind them.
Toshimi herself a dark-haired, somewhat shy young woman. Bookish, her mother sometimes would say with a laugh. Even through about the only thing she liked to read were comics through it was true she tended to shrink away except with the woman running alongside her, Misuzu. The two of them being nearly inseparable since birth.
Toshimi even going so far to convince her mother to send her to Fujimi once she'd learned Misuzu would be attending. Not able to stand the thought of a school year without her.
Toshimi's raven-like hair pulled back into braided ponytails wearing a tradition school uniform. White material stretched containing her large, bouncing breasts she was both understandably proud and daunted by. Aware of the growing number of boys eyes they drew staring trying to imagine what her bouncy mounds must look like unclad from the constrictive, white fabric. Tiniest amount of creamy flesh bubbling up from the top from the jiggling globes.
"Of course we will, because you and I are BFFs Toshimi!" The other girl agreed with a large smile.
Brushing some of the silky, walnut-brown strands of her bangs from her face as she did. Far less troubled by her more diminutive chest than her friend as they ran. Glancing enviously at the latter's pendulous movements despite the best efforts of Toshimi's bra. Only the latest in a long list the dari-haired woman's girls had outgrown. Scooping rather than containing her bountiful globes easily a third or more of excess pale flesh spilling out from around the tight bands.
Despite forgoing a bra entirely Misuzu's own chest barely moved at all. Partly from her smaller size as well as their spectacular firmness. At least she thought so, her only comparison fleeting touches she had of her friend's wobbly wonders when they showered after gym class. Face darkening to a red pigment as she remembered how last time she'd "slipped" falling against her friend. Palms of her hands just happening to grab her friend on the chest as she steadied herself. Giving each squirming globe a series of fond squeezes before letting go.
The funniest part Toshimi's reaction. Shuddering from the brief contact, face going red as she clenched her legs together. Trying to hide the thin trail of nectar dripping down her leg before the shower's water washed it away. Quickly pulling away from Misuzu she'd slumped against the shower's wall an arm crossed over her sensitive tits and another hovering seemingly wanting to do much more covering her womanly mound.
Passing in front of the stairs an unseen hand reached out for the girls. Toshimi crying out as it closed with a cold, crushing grip around her ankle pulling her downward. A ghoul, sprawled crawling up the steps, raising its head up. Raspy moan escaping from its busted, blood-caked lips. Ignoring the toe of Toshimi's foot as she kicked at it falling backwards on her rear sliding down the steps towards the creature. Twisting her own head up past her dangling arm still tightly clasped to Misuzu. Holding onto her even tighter as she felt the ghoul's arm encircle around her body. The thing sliding up over her holding her down guided by some perverse instinct to bite at her jugular. Same as one had done to his own neck. A chewed, torn bite mark peeking out from beneath his bloodstained collar of his school uniform.
Precariously balanced on the edge, struggling not to fall down on top of her friend, Misuzu hesitated torn between concern for her friend and other, more primal emotions. Years of friendship and more weighed against the desperate need for survival. A decision she regretted even as she made it. Eyes hardening, fighting back the brimming tears, she opened her mouth when the choice was taken from her.
"Hey! Watch it you two!" A somewhat comical, boyish man's voice shouted.
Both girls surprised by the hissing rush of escaping air and the soft, meaty thunk of impaled flesh. Air blowing across both of them rustling their hair and clothes. The ghoul, white eyes rolling in his skull, suddenly going limp. Falling to the side of Toshimi as she pushed the abomination off of her scurrying back up the steps beside Misuzu. A hole punctured through the side of the ghoul's skull.
The sound repeating again in sharp succession. The looming ghouls appearing from behind the brunette girl similarly stricken. Bits of steel nails sticking out from their heads as they fell around the girls. Who looked wide-eyed at their savoir. A portly, messy-haired male student with thick glasses who came rushing up towards them. Or at least tried too, already short of breath by the time he reached them. Much to his embarrassment smiling weakly trying to cover up his lack of athleticism.
In one chubby hand he carried a nail gun he'd converted into a makeshift weapon using bits of a ruler and tape to give the things a crude iron sight. His backpack draped over one shoulder filled with spare gas cartridges as well as everything else he thought might be of value from woodshop. Letting out a surprise cry as both Toshimi and Misuzu ran towards throwing their arms around him on either side of his ample frame. Burying their face in his chest in relief as the Otaku gingerly put his arms around each girl shielding her. Unsure of exactly what he should do.
"Areyouguysokay?Youweren'tbitwereyou?Becausethat'salwaysbadinthemovies.I' -urg-together?" He said in one big rush, face turning a bright pink shade.
Closest he'd ever been with a girl before let alone two of them. Becoming quite aware of the sensation of two pairs of soft breasts crushed against him. Particularly Misuzu's which felt practically naked against him even through his school jacket.
Winking, Toshimi raised her head up towards him. Giving him a quick peck of a kiss on his cheek as she hugged him tighter. Only causing him to blush even harder, stammering.
"I am now, thanks to you my hero!" She said doe-eyed.
Listening to her say that, Misuzu frowned slightly. Guarded of her friend's affection for reasons she wasn't ready to fully admit even to herself. Her attitude cooling a notch or two in regards to Hirano even as she felt a rush of gratitude towards him for rescuing Toshimi for her.
Some distance away, having watched the entire scene unfold, a lanky school teacher stood in the doorway of a classroom looking out. The handful of his remaining students huddled inside. His arms crossed in front of his chest Shido pressed his glasses up along the ridge of his nose with one finger. Reflecting the light coming through the school's windows as he looked approvingly at the piled dead of "Them" Hirano had accomplished single-handily.
"Perhaps I miss judged the boy after all." He said holding the door open as he stepped out into the hall motioning towards the three of them.
"This way, children! Hurry get inside before more arrive!" He called out.
Playing the role of the concerned teacher in a suitably bombastic fashion. Giving the worried stares of his students reassuring looks as the two girls sprinted towards him. Hirano following more slowly covering them as he fired picking off more of the shambling ghouls. Never missing once.
The girls rushing past him, holding onto each other, into the safety of the classroom Hirano finally turned running towards Shido. An act he seemed to dread almost if not more than the reanimated ghouls overrunning the school. Cheeks puffing out turning red as he huffed. Still managing a relieved smile at finding a teacher, an authority figure, alive no matter what his personal feelings towards him were.
Shido perhaps more than any other teacher helping to make his high school life a living hell. Either directly through snide comments about his weight or more often indirectly turning a blind eye to the mockery his fellow students heaped on him. In sharp contrast to the concern he showed now. Resting his hand comfortingly on Hirano's shoulder pulling him close as he closed the door behind them. Shido's piercing, dark eyes falling to the floor as a shadow passed in front of the door. Quickly joined by another the mindless creatures lumbering about trying to find where they had vanished too. Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he watched the shadows move on in their hopeless search. Or perhaps attracted to some other distant sound as he was slowly starting to suspected guided these perverse abominations.
"There, there. Everything's okay. You're safe now." He said turning away from the door.
Sizing up the latest additions to his growing flock. The two girls he didn't hold out much hope for but he was starting to realize the pudgy Hirano had hidden strengths he doubted even the boy had suspected he had. The teacher wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue before continuing.
"And I promise as your humble educator it is my duty, nay my privilege, to see that each and every one of you make it through this." Shido continued for the spellbound watching class, adjusting his glasses." Whatever the slings or obstacles, I am sure we can overcome them working together."
His voice low and melodious. His eyes narrowing from behind his glasses as he walked around the room. Stepping into the role as their leader almost without even him realizing it. Drinking in the expressions of adoration from his pupils as he offered them the most bittersweet of poisons. Hope, false or otherwise. He saw unspoken doubts as well, including from the recently saved Hirano through they were hesitant and uncertain. It wouldn't take much to nudge them in line with the others.
No, Shido thought watching the three newcomers. Toshimi on the young boy's right, a slightly more reluctant Misuzu on the left. All this completely new to the boy but enjoying the attention regardless. No, it wouldn't take much at all.
"Forgive me! Forgive me! Forgive me!"
The words bubbling out from Ishii Kazu's lips as he raised the heavy metal stand crashing it down on his resurrected friend's head with a sickening crack. Repeating the blow as the gray-skinned creature slumped back down on the bed it had been lying on. Bits of blood droplets, black as sackcloth, landing on the cold press laying on the floor which until moments ago had rested in a feeble effort to bring down the nightmarish fever which gripped the wounded. Their vitality burned out of them leaving only a ravenous, hollow shell to spread their wicked infection further.
Panting as he finished, bone-white fingers still clutching the stand. Its base resting in the shattered remains. Bespectacled with sandy brown hair, a fretful worried face and a thin, lithe build Kazu easily fit the stereotypical image of a nerd. His normally neat school uniform rumpled and undone, the front hanging open. Sleeves smeared with dark, red splotches he didn't want to think about as he wiped his forehead of the sweat his brief exertion had caused.
"What should I do?"
Those four soft, sultry words spoken by frequent resident of his fantasies and the sole reason he'd volunteered to be a nurse's aid in the first place. Still short of breath, Kazu looked at the stacked blonde. An audible bounce accompanying her breasts with every step she took. First the left would swell rising up in a slow, circular motion rippling beneath the stretched, white fabric. And then completing its motion it would its chubby sister's turn mirroring its motion.
Despite the horror and madness or maybe even because of it, Kazu still found time to appreciate Ms. Shizuka Marikawa in all her glory. The smallest, thin smile appearing as he idly wondered what jiggled more. Those melons ballooning from beneath her taunt, stretched white dress shirt or her plump but firm ass she turned pointing at him as she gathered supplies from a medical cabinet. Still talking to herself as she rummaged.
"I can't get hold of the police or fire department. I can't treat all those who are bitten, their bound to die. Once they die they'll resurrect."
Pausing, the heavily stacked blonde draped one arm underneath her chest, arm pressing from underneath as the white material of her shirt pushed out and expanded struggling to contain her burgeoning globes. Raising the finger of her other hand to her mouth inadvertently squishing the front of her right boob in the process. Shirt-clad tit-flesh oozing out around it.
"This is exactly like that George Romero movie I once saw."
Finally noticing Kazu as he stepped away from the blood splattered cot towards her. His glasses askew, running down his face leaning one hand against the makeshift weapon and resting the other against a lime-green privacy screen. In the cot behind it lay another body with its head smashed in. A pale-skinned girl Kazu had never gotten the name of. Nearly cationic when she stumbled in clutching an arm which wouldn't stop bleeding. Gauze, soaked through, tightly wrapped around the bite mark which had narrowly missed chewing through an artery.
"Let's get out of here, Ms. Shizuka. It isn't safe." Kazu said between gasps for breath.
Where exactly was "safe" he didn't know. The entire school in pandemonium, the once safe halls turned into labyrinths of death and slaughter. Hearing the blood-slick demons prowl outside the nurse's door. Brushing knocking things off the wall as they bumped into lockers or closed doors. The sounds of their footsteps quickening when they sensed prey. Following after the more frantic steps which appeared and faltered fading into the background further into the school. The resulting silence occasionally broken by the victim's screams as they were cornered.
"Hang on a second, just let me take all the stuff I can carry." The blonde, her long hair trailing behind over that jiggly ass, said breathfully.
Placing a knee against a rolling chair as she reached up to a higher cabinet. Unconsciously shaking that round, glorious moon in Kazu's face as she did. Having to resist a childish impulse to reach out and smack the wiggling thing. A small bead of sweat running nervously down the side of his face as he did.
The stacked blonde seeming oblivious to the danger around them diligently going about their task. Unsure what they might need but if outside was like it was in here she knew she wouldn't have many chances to resupply. She was only thankful Fujimi Academy was so well supplied.
"Just do it quickly!" Kazu pleaded with her snapping his eyes away from her bouncing, round posterior with a herculean effort.
Failing to see the shadow rise from behind him. Falling across from the large school windows. A ghoul staggering towards them the glass fracturing as the spikey-haired former student smashed his forehead into it. Bouncing off raising his pale, dead-eyed face as Kazu turned to see him. Baring his teeth enraged, he flung himself against the glass again attacking it. The noise attracting the other ghouls milling across the open ground outside. Joining the first crowding and pressing against the glass which shattered in a crescendo of breaking glass. Grasping hands reaching through indifferent to the raining shower of broken shards falling into the room.
"Stay behind me, Ms. Shizuka!" He cried stepping in front of her as the sexy blonde backed away from the growing crowd climbing into the room.
Taking a clumsily swing with the metal stand at the stumbling ghoul closest to him, one which the undead creature seemed to avoid with almost contemptuous ease. A pallid hand closing around the end of his weapon as it was twisted out of the way as another grabbed at the collar of his school jacket. Fabric popping as he was pulled struggling closer to the ghoul.
"Ms. Shizuka, get out of here quick! Just go!" He shouted trying and failing to pull away.
Hand pressing into the ghoul's blood soaked chest shakily holding it back. Whether desperation or some deep seated urge to impress the buxom blonde his scrawny body finding the strength to hold it back, if only just. His cry also serving to distract the other ghouls emerging into the room who moved towards the sounds of the struggle. Their antediluvian minds having associated it with easy prey.
"Hey, I'm sorry. What was your name again please?" Shizuka asked.
The blonde unmoved from her place, holding a hand to her face as she pointed at Kazu. He in turn could only smile at her outburst. Just about summed up his life, didn't it?
"Figures." He laughed, closing his eyes as the ghoul pulled him closer despite his efforts.
Rancid, putrid breath blasting him in the face reeking of curdled blood of its previous victims. The monster's mouth stretching open, caked lips peeling back from yellowed teeth unnaturally decayed and festering.
Shizuka crying out looking away not wanting to see yet another of her students perish when the door to the nurse's office was flung open. A trio of ghouls collapsing at her feet, their skulls split, a deadly calm and serious schoolgirl appeared in the doorway. Wooden practice sword expertly held in her hands as she stared down the unfolding scene. Her eyes half hidden beneath the silky bangs of her long, purple hair. Taking the entire room in a second, from the cowering Shizuka to the brave fool about to become lunch for their former classmates.
And Saeko Busujima smiled, a thing as sharp and deadly as she herself was. Moving with an alacrity and speed which would have impressed even the famed Turtle Hermit, as would her toned but still quite curvy body, a rustling of wind the only thing Kazu registered until he felt the spraying mist released by the ghoul's skull rupturing like an overripe melon. Opening his eyes to see a rising fountain of black blood erupting outward where its head had been. Looking in bewilderment and shock as each of the other ghouls around him followed suit.
Saeko a ghostly, purple afterimage weaving through them her lithe body contorting as she turned and twisted to slip between them. Each blow aimed as well with the precision and ferocity the equally fabled Crane Hermit sought in all of his most prized disciples. Unsurprising since her father had fought and surpassed students of both masters passing the fruit of his efforts to his equally determined and strong-willed daughter.
Wedging the tip of her practice sword beneath the last ghoul's chin lifting it up. Effortlessly evading its reach as it flailed confused. Sightless eyes twisting in their sockets as it wrapped its dirty, torn fingers around the edge of the poking sword. Fingernails digging into the hard wood as the scrambling fingers slide down along the weapon's length. Trying to pull it away and her closer to it without much success at either. Saeko staring taking the moment to briefly study the creature at her mercy. Wondering if she recognized the boy's sunken, pinched face beneath the grime. Had they passed each other in the hall on the way to class? Maybe shared a polite smile or even a few words?
Not that the possibility mattered now. Confident his wasn't the one face she'd been looking for through the unending hord of Them. Well…one of two she thought glancing at the shapely blonde behind her. Through she doubted anyone, male or female, would need the buxom cutie's face to recognize the famed Ms. Marikawa.
The creature letting out a confused moan as the sharp pressure beneath its chin vanished replaced as the wooden sword seemed to materialized embedded into the side of its skull. Cry turning to a death rattle as the skull split like an eggshell just as the purple swordmistress had performed against countless practice dummies. Tiniest amount of black blood liberated as the top of the cranium sailed up spiraling through the air behind Saeko as she turned her back on the creature confident it was dead. Or at least as much as it ever could be.
Only to be interrupted as the blonde nurse rushed towards her pulling her into an overenthusiastic hug. Completely oblivious as she cradled, pressing the purple-haired girl's frowning face into one jiggling boob.
"Ms. Busujima! You're okay. They didn't bite you, did they?" The blonde asked breathlessly.
"I'm fine!" Saeko answered with a heavy muffle speaking into one of the blonde's soft pillows.
Shirt clad tit bulging encompassing the lavender-haired girl's face rising like bread dough around it. Something which under other circumstances the swordmistress might not have minded as much. Kazu knew he certainly didn't.
Noticing the slight ripple of motion Saeko's words caused to the overly large globe she was pressed against. Shizuka giggling as she was tickled from it. Which only caused more of the delightful undulations from her massive sweaterpuppies wrestling beneath her tight clinging shirt. A hint of rosy blush appearing on the blonde's face as Saeko finally managed to pull away from the woman.
"Oh my! I don't think we have time for that right now." The smiling blonde teased.
And now it was Saeko's turn to blush. Rather happy to turn her attention to Kazu. Who in turn was slowly realizing the vision before him wasn't some violent valkyrie come to ferry his soul to the hereafter and that he'd somehow miraculously survived. Looking down in awe and amazement at the ghouls scattered around his feet, their skulls cleaved open and jellified brains leaking out.
"I'm the captain of the Kendo club. Saeko Busujima. Sophomore." The lavender-haired swordmistress said, breaking him from his trance, as she laid her hand gently on his shoulder." What's your name, Kid?"
Her tone surprisingly soft, delicate. Dutiful and respectful but Kazu had the sense that that could change in a moment. A raging sharpness hidden beneath her well-practiced docility.
"Ishii. Ishii Kazu" He stammered in answer after an awkward pause staring at his rescuer.
Saeko smiled, a not unpleasant thing through the air of façade remained. A certain detached preciseness to her efforts. Like everything, except perhaps her interactions with Shizuka, were merely some role she had grudgingly expected to perform.
"You did a good job protecting Dr. Shizuka Marikawa. I know how-difficult- a job that can be." Saeko, flicking a purple strand of hair from her face, said again glance at the curvy blonde.
Who waved back happily as she finished packing her bag of supplies. Now that the immediate danger was over, Shizuka appeared oblivious to the mangled bodies she was stepping around.
"But don't let that go to your head. We're not out of this yet." Saeko said as Kazu's face fell." Now help Shizu-Ms. Marikawa, we're leaving."
Their conversation at an end, at least in her mind, she turned strutting towards the open door. Managing to make it both seductive and lethal looking. Leaning through the doorway as she peered out down the hall in either direction.
"Go? Out there where are of Them are?" Kazu asked nervously, somewhat frightened to talk back to this fearsome woman, as he helped a bubbly Shizuka pack away the last of the medicine.
Getting his answer sharp and fast as Saeko's head reappeared in the room.
" I don't see where we have much of a choice. Your car's in the school parking lot, right Ms. Marikawa?" The lavender haired woman asked, an eyebrow raised towards the blonde who nodded.
"Oh! So formal…you're making me feel like an old lady." Shizuka blushed, giggling." Yeah, my little bug should carry the three of us. No problem!"
She then paused to think, eyes opening wide as she laid her finger back against her lower lip in a sexy pout she did so effortlessly.
"Unfortunately, I think I left the keys for it in the teacher's lounge on the other side of the school." She said apologetically.
Saeko sighing, whirling her training sword behind her striking the shambling ghoul which reared out from hall. The thing's head twisting around with the sound of wood being split by an ax as the thing slumped against the wall.
"So…problem." She finally said, used to these kind of issues with the Blonde by this point.
Whatever hope that had been building deflating as Kazu heard that. Struggling as Shizuka handed him the bag of medical supplies to carry. The soft feel of the ditzy blonde's breast pressing into his side as she did.
That pleasant feeling departing him as she stepped past him, all but forgotten by the pair, as she addressed Saeko. The Blonde balling her slender hands into fists as she raised them in a defiant gesture. The act pressing her arms underneath her giant breasts causing them to rise as well. White shirt swelling outward, buttons stretching apart to contain each jiggling globe bursting forth. While Kazu was consoled with an equally spectacular look at her skirt clad hindquarters. Firm, but bouncy buttocks shaking underneath the dark fabric from her swaying walk.
"Well then, we'll just have to go and get them." She said as if a stroll through the monster-infested school was the easiest thing in the world.
Saeko looking on with almost pride as she nodded. That chilling smile of hers returning since the fighting had stopped. And suddenly it wasn't the Ghouls he was most afraid of.
"Let's do that then." She said, eyes narrowing as she looked at Kazu laboring to balance Shizuka's bag in his arms." Maybe you should had that over to Ms. Marikawa? No offense, but you're only as good to me as you can fight."
Earning herself a puzzled look from the Blonde. Crossing her arm against her chest as she held her other hand on her chin. Chest pressing out threatening to envelope her arm as it sunk across it.
"But, like, he always carries my stuff for me." She said in a confused tone.
Blinking as she looked back and forth from Saeko to Kazu as he handed her bag back to her. Reluctantly picking back up the blood and gore stained IV stand he'd previously used. Not bothering to waste time arguing with her, Saeko turned to leave leading them out into the hunting grounds the school had become.
The undead shuffling through the hall their arms outstretched as they brushed them along the walls navigating their sightless worlds. Or at least that was what Shizuka hypotheses having noticed the extremely deteriorated conditions the infected eyes' were reduced too. Milky, possibly cataract filled reminding her of patients she'd seen at the retirement home she volunteered at during the summer months.
Saeko of a similar persuasion, walking silently towards a ghoul blocking their way without fear knocking it aside with her weapon. The thing letting out a small, confused sound as it smacked into the lockers lining the wall. Several of the doors banging open and closed attracting its attention as the creature rose turning to attack the swinging doors. Hearing it as well, several of its brethren perked their heads up stepping forward after it. Passing around a confident Saeko and a much less Kazu who brought up the rear keeping the curvy Shizuka in the middle.
Beads of nervous sweat rolling down the young man's face as he held his breath watching the ghoul walk listlessly past him only to walk flat footed into the wall. Clanging of metal echoing as it rebounded attacking with mailed fists at his inanimate enemy succeeding in only making more noise.
"Hmmm…they're aren't very bright, are they?" Shizuka asked following the path Saeko was clearing for them.
Oddly in her element as she did nothing to avoid the hideously slow, ponderous creatures her fellow student's had become. Not even wasting the energy to kill the loathsome things, or risk attracting even more with the commotion such effort would cause, almost gently pushing the stumbling things to one side or the other as the three of them hurried between.
"Heh. Your one to talk." Saeko answered with a soft laugh which betrayed the affection in her voice." But unfortunately that won't distract them for long, they quickly lose interest in anything without a warm pulse."
Behind them one of the numerous pawing creatures grabbed hold of a swinging locker gnawing on it before letting go. A sound that might almost have been disgust escaping from its cracked, shriveled lips. Stepping away, the incident all but forgotten in its primitive mind. Others joining it lured by some sound or the fresh scent of a kill which others of their kind jealously hunched over.
The dead, true dead, sprawled across in the corners or laying across classroom doorway's where their bodies had been shoved by the feeding throngs. Ripping up red, gory bits by the handfuls and stuffing it into their slobbering mouths. Instantly regretting it, Kazu couldn't help but peer into the midst of one such huddle. A stringy, matted-hair female ghoul turning her head up towards him perhaps hearing some small sound he made as he walked past. Her hand vanishing inside the cracked ribs rooting around as she chewed the previous morsel. All Kazu could do not to become sick then and there averting his eyes and focusing them straight ahead on Shizuka's in front of him. Pushing back on the bile rising in his throat.
Even with this narrowed focus he still caught glimpses of Them and what they were doing from the corner of his eyes. Numbers starting to dwindle the further they went moving farther and farther from the sounds that had triggered the ghouls' interest.
"Well why don't you just kill them then? You done so well this far, why stop know?" Shizuka asked.
The Blonde glancing over her shoulder at a couple of the ghouls Saeko had knocked aside getting back up to follow after their general direction. Looking forward again just in time to see an approaching ghoul take a step towards the sound of her voice. The tip of Saeko's sword pressing into the front of him as she flipped and flung the creature against one of the hall windows. Glass fracturing as the thing's head snapped backwards against it, a small smudge of congealed, black blood coated on the jagged fractures as the ghoul slide down to the floor.
"One or two at a time, no problem. And believe me, I wouldn't think twice about doing it. But they come at you in packs. And don't be fooled, they're a lot stronger then they appear." Saeko said with a shake of her head." Once they grab you it's hard to shake them loose."
A low thud drawing her attention back to the window as another of the ghouls appeared from the other side banging against it. A bloated, black tongue appearing from between its stretched lips as it pressed its emaciated face against the glass. Swollen organ leaving a slimy trail as it dragged licking at the unseen, immobile barrier in front of it. Ultimately finding it unpalatable and turning to shuffle away.
"Well I don't see wha-ooh!" Shizuka cried out.
The stacked blonde letting out a girlish squeal as she tripped, one of the school's floor mats bunching up and sliding underneath her as she fell forward. Melons on her chest giving an audible "boing" as she did. Seemingly moving unrestrained despite her heavy bra, the front of her shirt rising up. Each globe completing a half circle before it mashed pressing together forcing creamy flesh to appearing bulging out from between her straining buttons.
Her skirt riding up along her shapely legs as she bent forward, one arm curling protectively across her jostling boobs. Inadvertently letting out a breathy whimper as her hand brushed against a hardening nipple. Fingers of her hand digging into the fabric unconsciously kneading the heavy, swollen tit through the slender, thin material. Her face taking on a red sheen. Glancing behind her as her tan skirt continued to hitch up over her round ass. Allowing Kazu, convulsing as lecherous spouts of blood erupted spraying beneath his clutching hand pressed over his nose, a tantalizing glimpse of the two, thickly padded crescent moons spilling out from either side from the purple dental floss vainly trying to contain them. Shizuka's already red face turning an even brighter shade as she scowled in embarrassment reaching a hand as she yanked her skirt back down. Breasts giving another wobble as she sat back up pressing her butt back towards the floor.
Saeko, for her part, just buried her face in her hand wondering to what Gods or Goddess that ruled the universe just how it was she ended up with these two.
"Ooh, I hate these stupid things." Shizuka squealed with embarrassment.
Her face a vivid scarlet as she stood up, uncomfortably reminded of dozens of similar incidents. Stuff which had quickly become the stuff of the school's legends among those lucky few present to witness it. A list Kazu could happily add himself too now.
"Why do we even have them?" She complained standing back up.
Scowling at Kazu as she tugged pulling her skirt back down. Trying to sound angry but her breathy voice turning it more into a husky moan.
"What you're wearing isn't very practical." Saeko said appeared beside the curvy blonde.
Kneeling down, a predatory smile on her face as she reached grabbing the end of Shizuka's skirt and before the nurse could object ripped splitting it up the side in a torn sash. Exposing the older woman's slender, curvy leg as well as more than a glimpse of the purple satin underwear she was wearing. The stretched, semi-transparent material hugging her rounded hip as it vanished behind her struggling to hold more than a third of her rear from spilling out.
Much to Shizuka's abject mortification. Red face shining even more a tomato red as she curled a hand against her agape mouth. Not believing what her friend had just done.
"Are you crazy? Do you know how much this outfit cost me?" She shouted at the purple-haired woman.
Saeko's smile, different from before, returning as she stood back up. Gaze lingering on her handiwork for an extra moment before answering her…well "friend" didn't completely cover the breadth of the relationship but it was likely the only one the traditionally minded elder Busujima patriarch would have approved of. Just the thought of introducing the overly friendly and excitable Shizuka to him during one of his meditative tea sessions nearly causing the stoic sword mistress to laugh out loud.
"Your clothes or your life? Which is more important?" Saeko asked, hand cocked on her hip.
Not quite believing she even had to ask the question. Watching as the other woman balled her fist in a pouty rage.
"Both are!" The blonde insisted in frustration.
Eliciting excited moans from the ghouls converging on her location. A nervously sweating Kazu taking a half step towards the girls as he turned to face them off. A huge abomination stepping towards him, one he recognized as a former bullies who used to beat him up after school. And it may have been Kazu's imagination but he swore there was still a sadistic sneer twisted onto the creature's pale, chalk-white face. Fumbling taking a swing knocking the monster's head to the side with a wet popping sound.
The bully twisting his head back, working his jaw which was bent snapping it back into place with a crunching of bone and ligaments.
"G-Guys?" The bookish young man stammered stepping back out of the way of the zombified bully.
Hooking the end of the bloodsplattered IV stand underneath the creature's leg as he ducked away from its raking talons. Feeling a small sense of gratifications as he sent his former tormentor falling face first onto the floor. Bits of broken teeth and jaw flying loose as he cracked the tile.
"Do we really need to be having this discussion?" He said, blushing as he turned catcing a glimpse of Shizuka's panties beneath her torn skirt." Besides Ms. Shizuka, you-you really look great!"
His expression changing to panic as he felt the ghoul's hand clench around his ankle. The thing rising up with a howl. Only to stop, the wooden blade of Saeko's sword materializing through the creature's skull. Rustle of air washing over Kazu as he followed the weapon to see the lavender haired woman suspending in her killing stroke. Silky hair flowing behind her as she moved, one muscular but still alluring feminine leg planted beneath her as she sprinted leaping past him.
The two glancing at one another as she continued pushing her training blade through the monster's splintering skull. Her face regal, every delicate and sensual muscle in it perfectly controlled and positioned. Her eyes half-moon slits reveling in her destruction. In the power it granted her. But there was more to it, the porcelain mask slipping in that suspended moment allowing him a glimpse beneath. The slight quivering of her pressed, red lips. The excited tremor of her hands as the visceral sensations of the blow transferred up through her weapon's hilt. The quickness of her breath, front of her school uniform pulling tight across the contained soft, juggling globes. Dimples of each erect, pointed nipple showing through the fabric.
And then the sword was gone, Saeko's previous fury replaced with tranquility as she flicked it clean and rested it against her shoulder. Brushing some strands of her purple bangs from her face as she gave Kazu a look somewhere between annoyance and mild amusement. Kazu feeling like that of a hare staring down a hungry wolf.
About to chastise him that she wouldn't always be there to protect his scrawny self when a very human cry interrupted from elsewhere in the school along with the sounds of fighting. Catching the interest of the remaining ghouls who changed directions trudging past the trio towards it. As it did Saeko's. Allowing herself a flush of optimism it was the face she had so fearful searched for among the walking dead. Knowing if anyone could have understood and survived this nightmarish, if exciting, new world it would be the somber, determined Takashi.
Having been impressed by the smoldering intensity she'd seen in him even as children, a match to her own fiery if long controlled soul. Causing the young woman to smile in anticipation just as Shizuka hit a ghoul just as it popped up beside her. Saeko unable not to giggle at the impossible sight of the buxom nurse's barely restrained breasts swaying in motion briefly wondering if those where were what she'd used until she saw the dangling bag, taken from Kazu, in her hands.
"Are you okay?" The blonde asked." You were just staring kind of spaced out just like I do whenever I need to give the boys a physical."
Blushing lustfully at her remarked, Saeko having little doubt what the older woman was fantasizing about. At her feet, the ghoul grabbed at her leg pulling itself up. Twisting its head up towards her just as her wooden sword sliced downward splitting open its bloated, bleached throat shattering the bone inside. Through the head still burned with demonic life she noted as she kicked the lolling thing away.
Silently cursing herself for dropping her guard in the first place despite everything her father had taught her about the battlefield. Frustrations she briefly considered venting on the nearest ghouls at hand before reconsidering. Remembering her own advice as she looked around at the narrow hallway. Several of the ghouls turning back towards them while even more hurried to catch up from behind. Like flies swarming around a maggot-ridden corpse. It would be too easy to cornered by a pack of the monsters and even if she could slip away she didn't fancy either of her companions' chances. Especially Shizuka's who had a hard enough time keeping boys' hands off of her when they weren't flesh-hungry maniacs.
The sounds of combat reaching their airs growing louder, several distinct human voices could be heard among the ghoul's inhuman, hoarse shrieks. Saeko's confidence rising as she believed she could make out a familiar, masculine one. Making her decision for her. The young sword mistress flipped with her sword another of the slow, lumbering monsters clearing the way as she lead her small group deeper into the charnel-stained school.
Her grip slipping slightly from perspiration as her fingers curled around the bat Saya swung hitting the ghoul across the side of its head with a deep, sharp crack of splintering bone. Tremors of impact running down the young girl's arm as she watched the creature stagger sideways careening into the trophy case. Smashing through the shelving as it fell over pulling down their contents of brightly colored ribbons and polished tins down over it. Debris that sloughed off a moment later as the creature sat back up. A gnarled hand reaching out to the splintered frame of the cabinet for support. Slivers of embedded glass shaking loose unnoticed from its tattered back and arms.
The dead eyes sitting recessed in its gaunt skull turning towards the clicking sounds of Saya's feet on the tile floor as she ran up towards it finishing the creature off. Bits of skull and brains splattering against the wall from its shattered head.
Turning to give a triumphant grin, her black stained bat dripping on the floor. A celebratory pose only slightly undone by the burning irritation as she raised a hand to adjust her contact lens back in place.
"They aren't that tough." She said causing Rei to roll her eyes.
The brunette moving past Saya along with the others forcing and holding the Ghouls back along on either side of the two corridors branching off. Scattered papers laying trampled over the tile floor, falling loose from the blood smeared lockers hanging open along either side of the walls. Tantalizing glimpse of sunlight streaming in through the smeared windows and sliding doors up ahead heading to the gantry which connected this building with the administration office. From there it would be a short excursion to the teacher's lounge where, alongside extinguished cigarette butts and stale coffee, Ms. Kyoko's car keys would hopefully be waiting.
Unarmed, the comely teacher moved in the center of the group. A slender arm draped over her chest hugging the expansive, white flesh spilling out as she futilely tried to run and keep some modesty form of dignity intact. Her every step causing eye-pleasing tremors to ripple through her breasts bubbling out through the gaps in her tattered shirt. Each long stride she took causing her skirt to ride up flashing glimpses of her jiggly ass as she worriedly turned looking behind at the closing ranks of the undead filling in their wake.
"I hope you say that after the twentieth one too!" Rei snapped hopefully puncturing some of the Pinkette's ego.
Planting the end of her spear down against the tile floor as she ran catapulting herself into a flying kick she'd begged Hisashi to teach her. One he'd obliged, mostly because of how her skirt folded back along her body whenever she attempted of it. Giving one lucky ghoul a perfect look at the soft, white silky panties hugging her feminine mound before the heel of her shoe struck his face. Head snapping backwards with a loud, fatal crunching sound as he fell away. Rei dropping to the ground as she slid her spear between another's leg knocking them out from under them. Sharing her own confident, pleased with herself expression as she stood back up. Glancing to see if Takashi was noticing as she peeled her skirt back down over her slender legs.
Not that she was competing or wanted to show the spiky-haired teen how much more capable she was then his top-heavy know-it-all girlfriend. Because that would be ridiculous!
"Show off." Saya grumbled sourly, raising an eyebrow as she looked back at the ghoul she'd killed." It didn't even react when I swung at it. I don't think they can see at all, the big dummies!"
Watching as she cautiously walked past one walk unaware into an open locker door and belatedly take a swipe at it. The clanging metal as it slammed shut acting like catnip for the converging ghouls.
"And they barely seem to feel anything either. Might have something to do with their brains not resurrecting back as much as their bodies do. Would explain why all they want to do is eat, the need to feed is almost one of the most primal impulses in the animal kingdom. Not to mention how they don't feel anything when you break their arms or stab them." Saya couldn't help but pontificate.
Aware she was starting to babble. Her mind a livewire jumping frantically from one unsupported conclusion to the next theory with a reckless abandon. Forcefully trying to sort and catalog this new world like she did the last. The act helping her feel like she was in control, even when she wasn't. As a child, clutching a stuffed pink teddy bear her father hadn't wholly approved of, she'd sit staring out her window as it stormed reminding herself of electric-static discharges and changing air pressure so she wouldn't fear the bright flashes or cracks of thunder which sounded to her young ears exactly like some humongous ogre's belly rumbling.
"Now why don't you put that big brain of yours to something useful, like what's causing this!" Hisashi said, crashing against some of the lockers as he struggled with one of the ghouls.
Holding its kicking legs off the ground, a flexing arm pulling the creature's gnashing head back as the other wrapped around its rather large chest. One of the female classmates, it may have only been a coincidence where Hisashi's hand had grabbed hold of her.
"Heh. I call this one my can opener attack!" The gray-haired boy chuckled, fingers digging into the ghoul's scalp, as he started to lift the cranium from off its shoulders.
Only to be startled as the ghoul's neck twisted around in his grasp. Ribbons of flesh hanging off the bone as vertebra pushed through as the dead-eyed thing lolled its head around despite his grasp. His previous confidence fleeing from him the Crane Student released her recoiling from the lunging, backwards-headed harpy only to slam into the cold steel of the row of lockers behind him pinning him against clammy shoulder blades digging into his flesh. Tops of the girls school uniform bulging, fabric splitting at the ends, as upside down hands rotated reaching for him. Fingers as cold as ice bunching up his school jacket to lift a bleached head teetering on a backwards body. Ignoring the pointed, three fingers tightly clasped together he drove like a stake up through the creature's back. A momentarily concertation of his entire body's energy into those three points turning them as hard as stone ripping tissue and shattering bone as they emerged clean through the thing's chest.
The sound of running footsteps reaching his ears, the thing was stopped only by the glint of metal which passed scraping over Hisashi's shoulder drawing a trickle of blood as it cut him. The bloodied tip vanishing inside the roof of the she-demon's open mouth its own momentum helping to drive the nail embedded in the broken end of the broom's handle up into its brain. Where it died, going slack against the Crane student who turned his head looking as Rei yanked her weapon free, bits of curdled blood clinging to it.
"A waste of time is more like it." She said slinging the excess blood away from her weapon.
Stepping along the opening of the intersecting hall watching the dozens of bloody figures warily. Drunkenly swaying first towards Hisashi then hear as they listened to the clack of her footsteps on the tile.
"Or do you think they are all going to just stand in line and wait for you?" She asked, flicking her eyes behind her to watch as Saya tackled her second undead.
Not to mention ensuring no unpleasant surprises were sneaking up behind to gnaw on her sexy ass. Or Hisashi's she thought with a red blush, having enjoyed that particular view when they showered together.
Pushing the slain ghoul from off of him, Hisashi stepped towards Rei displaying his quick reflexes ducking beneath a second ghoul's reaching fingers. His clenched fist rocketing back up underneath the thing's jaw as it blindly chomped at empty air bursting like a balloon. Bits of which landed back down as Hisashi rose as he joined Rei scurrying to keep up with the others. Looking expectantly at the Brunette who rolled her eyes.
"If you want to impress me, how about you do that dodo bird attack again?" She snapped causing more than one of the slow, lumbering things entering the hall to turn their heads after her.
"The Dodon ray? I do that too many times I kind of…pass out still." A bashful Hisashi admittedly." I only kind of picked up the basics from Shen…since I wasn't really supposed to be the technique yet. Only his two prized pupils were."
Having to suppress the slightest of shudders as he thought about the curious pair, always training and fighting together. He'd seen bigger men, even meaner but none had unnerved Hisashi as much as the albino or the tri-clops. Both possessing a way to look almost through you like you were made of glass.
A sudden feminine, human scream interrupting causing him and Rei to look up ahead past Takashi. The Turtle Student fighting to clear a way forward with every trick Master Roshi had taught his pupil as well as a lot more he wouldn't have dared. Takashi's elbow rocketing upwards into one of the shadowy figures crowding around him, its jaw splintering apart. Its owner tumbling backwards, loose teeth spiraling up into the air, he swatted the attack of assailant as he curled his other arm back towards him. Instead of cupped together, he extended his hand outward in a fanning pyramid driving all of his attack as he struck the ghoul into a focus point. Aiming for the sensitive, pressure points through unlike with how he'd been taught he didn't restrain his force shattering the joint or ligament rendering the limb useless. Weaving away he continued, both hands striking in a blur of motion until the creature fell.
Hearing the scream he looked over between the advancing corpses to the blood smeared door. Heel kicking off the floor as the toe of his shoe swung up hitting a ghoul in the torso knocking into the crumpling lockers like a gong. Helping him see the half-naked man with a knife step out in front of the glass doors. A grimy, calloused hand clamped over the face of a deeply, tanned familiar looking girl. Her bleached, unnatural blonde hair falling down over her face and his hand as he held her against a tattooed chest rippling with hard muscle. Eyes catching the light from outside seeming to glow as he threateningly pressed the edge of his knife to the young girl's throat. Lips of his mouth peeling back into a grotesque smile.
Another tattooed crawling down around from his shoulder along his back of a snarling, green skin demon wreathed in burning flames. None of the dead seeming to notice him or his victim staying a respectful distance adding an almost surreal quality. As if the entire thing wasn't quite real. A mirage.
When he at last spoke it was with a deep, oily sibilant voice regal and commanding at all odds with his unhinged appearance. Despite his obvious youth, no more than a student like themselves, there was a cultured air about the voice. Saya being reminded of the fussy, private tutors she frequently had to endure during the summer months.
"Figures I'd find you'd in the arms of that little strumpet you were telling me about, Hisashi. She has so much to offer a man…or ten." He said, voice oddly echoing, as he looked at Rei and licked blood caked teeth. "But never did I imagine you'd join with the cowardly filth of one of the Turtle school."
"Know him, do you?" Takashi asked raising an distrustful eyebrow at his gray-haired friend.
Saya, stepping up behind him, shooting Hisashi a look that would have curdled milk seeing her every doubt and misgiving in him confirmed a hundred fold by the bloody specter in front of them. Looking almost pale at the connection the Crane Student nodded.
"He's Nobuyuki, another student who apprenticed beneath Master Shen but he was kicked out. The Crane Hermit didn't like something in his eyes." Hisashi said.
"Because of that I was humiliated and cast out like a leper. Easy prey for the bandits and thieves who gathered like carrion beasts near the Crane School." The knife wielder sneered eavesdropping." I was robbed, beaten and left for dead on some dark corner of the road. And I would have if not for Mother Haggar. A simple woman who eked a living telling fortunes and making healing potions for the surrounding ignorant villagers. But she shared her hut and her teachings with me. Taught me many secrets of the hidden world, forgotten by Man in his arrogance and fear. Even whispering the name that the pitiable Master Shen fears like a lamb does the wolf."
Turning the knife he pointed at Hisashi. His smile becoming even wider showing of more pink-stained teeth than seemingly could have fit in a human mouth. Flecks of foam appearing flaking from his gums, his entire body tense and convulsing despite the calmness of his words. Cords of his neck sticking out.
"Would you like to hear it? To know the name of why Man's afraid of the dark? What you fear still lurks in the shadows? Or do you tremble and shrink away like the Turtle school vermin beside you?" Nobuyuki taunted his former rival.
Even the dead seemed to have stopped, held enthralled by the youth's words and malignant miasma which hung about him dark as any shade. Standing motionless all around their mouths hanging open and an almost look of puzzlement on their faces. Unnerving virtually the entire party as Rei and Saya stepped closer to their boyfriends. Weapon raised towards the unmoving ghouls. Only Kyoko seemed completely unaffected by the dripping icewater of fear that flowed dribbling down Hisashi's or Takashi's backs pushing her way between the two boys.
"Mr. Tenchi, you'll release that girl this instant! I would think you would realize we have enough problems without this tomfoolery!" The teacher said in her sternest voice.
Torn blouse even managing to stay together for once through her bulging breasts rising out from around the tiny scraps of cloth jiggled as she moved. More creamy, white flesh escaping expanding outward against the straining fabric.
Nobuyuki eyeing her as if noticing Ms. Kyoko was a woman for the first time. Idly flicking his tongue out as he raised the tip of his knife towards it. Running it around the sharp, hardened point.
"And if I don't, Sugar-Tits? Will you give me a detention?" He mocked lowering the knife to his bare breast.
The bronze colored skin puckering slightly under the pressing tip. A trickle of ruby blood running down from beneath it. Kyoko blanching and forced to look away as he slowly dragged the blade down across his chest carving a ruddy, red streak. Only the first as he lifted the knife only to stab at himself again cutting into him a shaky Kanji. Both a name and a sign of his supplication.
"The world belongs to the children of the Demon-King. In all our forms and guises!" The crazed cultist cried with laughter indicating the docile ghouls with a sweep of his knife.
Scarlet droplets raining down to the floor from the weapon. Even more running down his sun-tanned chest. The red rivers seeming to writhe and distort on the rippling canvas that was his flesh.
"The rest are sheep to be culled. Through maybe if you kneel and bow before me, sweet teacher, I might consider spa-ouch!" Nobuyuki grunted at the unsuspecting pain as his blonde hostage bite his obstructing hand.
Slipping out from beneath his calloused palm even as he grabbed hold of her around her body. Her breasts rising slightly against the hard, tanned flesh wedged against them through with more heft and shape than if they'd been completely fatty tissue rather than silicon. Despite her predicament the bubbly, blonde girl smiled as she wiggled an arm free waving at Takashi.
"Hey, there you are my handsome hero! And I was getting worried, I should have known you'd be here to safe me." She said, ruining whatever atmosphere Nobuyuki had created, as she tried to wiggle suggestively under his embrace." Whoo-hoo! Pretty damsel just waiting to be rescued. I'll be ever so grateful if you did, we can forget I have a boyfriend and everything."
Continuing to wink at the dark-haired teen as she reached pulling down the front of her school uniform. Or rather the indecent halter top she'd cut hers into. Showing off the satin, red bra softly cradling each of her 34 D breasts. Crushed against Nobuyuki's arm they were pushed up even more. Dark skin tanned more from the bottle than the actual sun bubbling up over the clingy, red fabric of her tacky looking brassier.
Frowning, Rei and Saya sent white hot glares at a confused, embarrassed Takashi. The sheen of his face growing redder and redder with the lewd girls actions.
"We don't have to save her. Do we?" Rei asked rhetorically.
Looking down at the woman he held, Nobuyuki's face was of disbelief. A tiny bead of nervous sweat rolling down the side of his forehead as the blonde girl named Bunny started to peel her bra down even lower.
"S-Seriously? I kind of was having a moment…." He mumbled indecisively.
The dark presence within him abating as for a solitary moment he was just an awkward teen again. Only for the clouds to roll back over his eyes as his expression became twisted in malice. Silencing the woman and her antics as he wedged his blood soaked knife back against her throat.
"Well if you want to save this harlot, child of the Turtle, then you're going to have to-huh?" Nobuyuki said his dark, hissing voice trailing off in confusion.
Staring at the empty space and fading after-image of where Takashi had been standing. The slightest of breezes rustling his matted hair the deranged cultist's only warning as the young warrior appeared behind him. The iron band of his fingers appearing on Nobuyuki's arm pulling it away from the wide-eyed Bunny. Takashi's knee rising up into the small of the other man's back adding to the torqueing sensation as he forcefully wrenched the cutlist's arm backwards in its sockets. His efforts rewarded with a pained cry and the sound of breaking kindling as he arm was broken loose and left hanging inside its sack of skin. Releasing him, Takashi drove the flat of his palm into the man's back shoving him away and onto the floor where he collapsed.
But not without the Turtle Student feeling a momentary flush of disappointment at the ease of defeating a rival school. Even if it was admittedly a drop out. Thoughts which vanished as the blonde gayru clasped her arms around him. Her leg straddling his as she grinded against him obviously enjoying what she found there.
"Ooh! I normally only say this on compensated dates but you can't really be that big, can you?" She cooed stepping up on her tiptoes pressing up against the young fighter's growing bulge.
Causing Saya to roll her eyes at the bleach, bottle blonde. Even a novice in the art like Takashi sensing the sudden, hostile spike in her energy as the Pinkette reached grabbing the other woman's ear.
"Your right, we don't have to save Slutty Sally here." She said ignoring Bunny's protests as she pulled the woman away from Takashi by the earlobe." Now why don't you get off of him before you spread your bimbo cooties or something."
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" The Gayru wailed, twisting her neck to try and keep her ear attached to her head." Let go will you?! You're ruining my hair-do!"
Slinging her overly styled hair from side to side once she pulled away from Saya smacking the shorter girl in the face with some of the wavy end. Pulling out a bright pink compact with an innumerable red hearts printed all over its cover from the inside of her bra to look at her reflection. Once confident no damage had been done she put it away, sticking her tongue out at the pink-haired student.
The both of them then looking to Kyoko, the teacher backing towards them. Pointing to the undead walking towards them again.
"If all of you are done acting like children, whatever it was that our friend did to hold Them away doesn't seem to be working anymore." She warned.
Rei and Hisashi sliding protectively in front of her knocking back the first of the growing hoard filling in front of them. Their efforts rewarded by sibilant, mocking laughter as Nobuyuki pushed himself up on one arm. Only then did Takashi and the others see his knife protruding just in front of his broken where it had pressed underneath him lodging just on the underside of his breast. A look of horror on Kyoko's face seeing the red tendrils soaking down through the side of his shirt no matter what he'd just attempted moments ago.
"Just try to stay still! We need to keep that in until we can staunch the bleeding…damn it, the one time I actually wouldn't mind our resident bimbo nurse and she's nowhere to be found!" Kyoko said frantically only to have her hands swatted away.
Nobuyuki's face twisting in rage-filled pain as he reached across ripping the blade free from his chest. The previous streams turning into a gushing flow as his entire right side turned sticky and red. Holding the weapon out towards the alarmed Kyoko he allowed it to fall from his blood-smeared fingers. Crying out through clenched teeth as he roughly grabbed his bruised, broken arm and with a hard snap pushed the bony fragments into some semblance of their original shape.
"Not bad. I'd have expected nothing less from the rival to the Crane School. But you're too late. Much too late. With each moment the Makyo star draws closer bathing the Earth in its baleful gaze awakening the old magic. Stirring the children of the Forgotten History from their long, impotent slumber. Even now I feel it burning in my blood. Your actions only helping me to ascend to my full potential!" Nobuyuki cackled, his entire body convulsion as if thousands of volts were coursing through it.
Clenching his jaw so hard Takashi thought it would snap, cords of muscle sticking out from the cultist's neck. Shoulders popping as he arched and bent them forward stretching writhing skin which seemed too small to contain the expanding muscular beneath it. Kyoko and the others gasping as his back tore splitting down the middle Folding around the pebbly, lizard-like skin wiggling, pushing it itself through the expanding hole. A reptilian head with glowing yellow eyes sliding out from Nobuyuki's sloughing off face. Shaking loose amphibious, webbed like ears from the desiccating skin with a tilt of his green, noseless visage. Diamond-hard, black nails sprouting from the fraying tips from his opening fingers transforming into talon-like claws.
A triumphant, inhuman cry strangled in the thing's throat as its slick, still pulsating new body collapsed. Resting on the palm of a swollen hand whose jade-green scales which twitched, rupturing open like rotten fruit. Wet, pink strands of muscle spraying outward, wrapping around it as it tore ripping itself inside out. Its glowing, yellow eyes opening wide in fear in the final, frantic moments of sanity as the creature's head and neck shrunk and pulled into its amorphous, cancer-ridden body. A maddening howl overridden by the crunch of shifting bones as the malevolent thing continued its baleful transformation.
Razor-lined, fleshy tendrils sprouting from bubbling pustules which shrank and grew from the thing's pestilent, ever-changing hide. Flicking them above Takashi's head as he dunked shattering glass and ripping lines up through the wall where they landed. Barely acknowledging the piercing, white hot beam of light which struck burning clean through the thing's back. The smolding hole reknitting itself as an eye-less, snake like head protruded from atop of the mass of quivering flesh twisting around towards a stunned and unbelieving Hisashi.
"No way…" He said staggering back dropping his own smoking fingertip away from the creature.
The crowd backing away from the creature in fright. Only to see the fleshy neck of its coiling head severed in a flash of lavender. A hissing shriek dying as the thing flopped spiraling through the air above as more strikes followed carving apart the quivering mass into a horde of wet chunks. Each of which vainly tried to reattach themselves as they fell about their savior's feet. Webbed veins shooting feebly grasping trying to pull at the separate pieces only to wither and die. The arcane energies fleeing from their destroyed host.
Saeko watching this as she turned slinging her training sword over her shoulder. A cocky smile on her face as she turned her gaze to the surprised Takashi slowly standing up from where he'd crouched to avoid the tendrils now shriveling up on the tile-floor.
"Takashi…still getting into trouble aren't you?" The Swordmistress said with a laugh.