Disclaimer for this and last chapter: I do not own Digimon, but I do own my own characters.
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Things haunt us, taunt us, and mock us, as we lay silent in the dark. Only we know why we cry when we're alone, why we cry when we have no reason to other than the lack of life. Perhaps we're crying because a memory resurfaced that we wished would just go away, to just disappear. Or maybe a secret revealed itself. Then there's the possibility that we just needed to cry, and nothing else beyond that. The smallest things set off a waterfall of tears, a dam bursting suddenly and without warning. It happens to the happiest people, and isn't always because the mask finally broke.

As we cry alone in our corners, closets, rooms, pillows, and confined spaces, thoughts haunt you far worse than some ghost. While at times you can escape a ghost, you can never escape yourself. For this reason, people have searched endlessly to find a way to wipe their memory clean of whatever haunts them. To find a cure for their misery, and to be eternally happy. It's a silly dream, but it does give people something to live for. The world is a dark place, and the only time it ever has the light is when you choose to see it or make it. Reality can leave scars deeper than those left by a sharp object, however dreams can heal them. Whether it's a dream to find the right person, or a dream to protect all of humanity. Whether you're dream can be achieved, or whether it's improbable… it's still a dream. And to let go of something so precious, is like losing your memories. You never realize until after their gone just how important they really were.


Tomoki looked at his opponent, mildly unsure as to what he should be doing. He tried his hardest to put on a brave face – he had to be brave! He had to do this, to protect his mother and father! To protect Shinya, and Takuya! …but what about Daisuke's parents? What about his friends and family? He was probably trying to protect them as well. The small boy felt completely torn, and wasn't sure what he should be thinking and strategizing at this moment. Daisuke saw the boy's insecure expression, and instantly filled with dread. Was he going to have to kill a small child? It wasn't fair! Closing his eyes tightly, he took a deep breath. He just needed to lose himself to the inner depths of his mind… escape this reality. Concentrate on his target. See it as nothing more than the one who took his sister away… who did unspeakable acts to her, and once she was found she was so broken it was only a day after they saved her before she committed suicide.

Feeling his power rushing through his body, Daisuke felt the inscriptions on his body activating and letting ancient technique of self-possession take its place. The type of self-possession one might be thinking of isn't the same as the one in this case, or it might be. Daisuke's mind would bury itself deep within inside himself, and an alternative personality that didn't share the same compassion as his real self would emerge and take charge. Daisuke having been a part-Digite, held a great deal of power in his body, but his abilities were limited. His forehead glowed as a bow-shaped 'V' made itself the most apparent inscription on his head.

The Alternative Daisuke (will from hence forth however be known as 'Inverted Daisuke') charged forward. Seeing the oncoming attack, the young boy felt his body lock up as the adrenaline in his body refused to pump itself in the manner to let him run at an alarmingly fast rate. Raising his arms in a defensive stance, it was surprising when Tomoki was merely knocked backwards by the attack rather than killed. After all, the attack did cause a mild shockwave on the arena. Soon after this the boy got up, and felt himself instantly hit by another attack.

Much like how Junpei was knocking Mimi around, the only difference between how Inverted Daisuke did so was that Tomoki never managed to hit the ground. When gravity would pull his small body down, Inverted Daisuke would appear from nowhere beneath him and kick him high up, and then be at the side and knock him to the left or right… The boy made a small squeak when he felt a harsh collision of his opponent's knee ramming into his side, and a cracking sound came after. When this occurred, the small brunette was finally granted the chance to smash rather painfully into the ground.

His body shaking, he winced from the pain shooting throughout everywhere. Tears formed at his eyes, and he bit his bottom lip to try and stop them. Everything just hurt so much! He wanted it to stop, to go away! Inverted Daisuke walked over, and squatting down he looked at the hurt crumpled heap known as Tomoki. "Give up. Else wise, you will die." The half-Digite stated in a monotone voice. The small brunette made a small choking noise, and felt his body shake more from both the pain and a snapping in his mind. Give up… give up…

A small three-year old Tomoki giggled excitedly as his mother showed him a card trick. He never knew how his mommy did that, but somehow she managed! He finally asked her, and she smiled softly. "I'll teach you." She answered. That's when he learned of his inheritance. He was to be an illusionist, using powerful mental signals to mess with the messages another living creatures brain sent to it's own body, manipulating it to taste, feel, see, hear, or smell what isn't really there. He was so happy! Because his mother was such an expert, and had the ability herself she could teach him how to use his own brain waves. When he needed someone to practice on, since she knew how to counter his weaker waves, she let him practice on her.

He learned quickly, and his expertise was growing at an alarming rate. Oh how proud his mother was! It made Tomoki feel happy, and told him nothing would ever go wrong. His mother spoke of joining the circus, using their abilities to trick and fool people into thinking they're just using tricks and make profit off of it. Then his father came home. Tomoki never really knew his father very well, for the man was off very often. When the man came home, on the first night he had slept soundly. But the second night, he was staying up and drawing a 'welcome home' card for his father, when he heard it. A scream.

Curious, and worried something might be wrong he headed for the door. Instantly the doorknob felt like liquid magma and it turned into the head of an angry snake. A yell. The yell was enough to give Tomoki time to realize the doorknob was in fact not a snake, and his hand was fine. His mother used her ability to make Tomoki scared of the door, and thus not go outside to investigate. Swallowing excess saliva, he grabbed the doorknob and ignored the screeching pain that he felt in his hand, and ignored all the horrors that threatened him outside of the door. He was terrified of the monsters he saw, but he knew they weren't real. Sneaking downstairs, what he saw he wanted to believe was just an illusion created in his mind. Or perhaps a nightmare.

There his father was, his face contorted in angry and a hand raised. On the floor crying, with a bruised up face was his mother. The small brunette felt his world crash when everything came to him. This wasn't a nightmare, this was real. His mother hid the cuts all over her arm, and the bruises everywhere on her body. She had been using her abilities to hide her appearance from everyone. Including him. Her own son. He was scared.

His father turned around when hearing a soft, strangled sob emit from Tomoki. The boy squeaked, afraid of his father now. The man wobbled over, and Tomoki's mother immediately latched onto his leg begging him to stay away from their child. The man had a drunken expression, and grinned down at his son. "You're mother tells me you inherited her traits." He drawled. The boy meekly nodded his head. "Y'know… your brother inherited my traits. The ability to see through lies no matter what." He said, nodding. Tomoki again nodded his head meekly to show he was listening. "Know what else? You and your mother are nothin' but a couple o' liars… stupid, stupid liars…" He said, grinning as his body struggled to stand still.

"N-no…" Tomoki said whimpering. "Mommy's not a liar." He continued. The man he knew as his father laughed.

"Yeah she is, fer fillin' your head with silly thoughts… a circus. Why would they want yeh freaks? They got 'nough already." He grumbled.

"Tomoki, go to bed please." Tomoki's mother requested. The father backhanded her, and Tomoki immediately ran to his fallen mother.

"Mommy?" He asked, whimpering.

"To bed…" She pressed.

"Shut up! I'm talkin' to the boy!" The father snarled, and this time took his feet and plowed it into the woman's stomach. She screamed, and writhed beneath his foot. "Oh… I'm sorry, fergot our third kid was in there…" He said, and chuckled.

"Stop! Your hurting mommy!" Tomoki shrieked. The father just laughed him off. The boy began trying to beat up his father's leg as he cried and begged for his father to stop.

"Give up." His father growled, and pushed the boy away. Tomoki landed on the floor, crying. His mother was whimpering, and trying to remove the foot off of her stomach. Young Tomoki didn't know this, but his mother had been pregnant with another child at the time, and at the moment his father was killing that other child. Which was exactly why the mother was trying to get him off of it. All young Tomoki knew was his mother was in pain, and his father needed to stop. A scary illusion! In his mild panic, he concentrated as hard as he could, and immediately felt something lash out at his mind. Screaming, he fell to the floor as his father laughed. His mother wasn't making any movement or sound anymore. A loud shriek pierced the house, and strange waves shook the house. The father stopped what he was doing, and looked at his tormented son. A strangled, pained noise came from the father, but Tomoki didn't stop making the nightmare force itself upon his father. Instead, he pressed it harder. It seemed the more he pressed, the less his father fought back the illusion. Then an odd cracking noise came, followed by this strange noise and something wet spilling all over him. Feeling no brain waves emitting from either of his parents, the small child meekly opened his eyes. He screamed.

Later that night, a strange blonde man entered the house where all this took place. Walking over to Tomoki, he asked the boy if he wanted to forget. The man told Tomoki that if he looked in the mirror, his waves would bounce back and alter his own memory of that specific night. He could forget his father hurting his mother, his father his mother… and the mess left behind by Tomoki's overpowering abilities causing his father's head to explode. It was an image that haunted him over and over, and it refused to go away. The young boy erased all his memory of his family, but did not forget the knowledge he held. He was adopted by kind people, and went on to believe they were his real parents. Only know, did he come to realize and remember the horrible events he thought he erased.

The flashback ended abruptly, and what felt like an eternity of memories that flooded his brain was in fact just second after Inverted Daisuke asked him the question. The brunette looked absolutely mortified, and his eyes were somewhat glazed. His brain was so confused, jumbled, and scared at the moment he completely forgot where he was, or why he was there. The half-Digite immediately realized this, and backed away realizing the young boy was going to lash out in some sort of manner. It was unfortunate he didn't know that the only manner in which Tomoki could lash out in was impossible to avoid. "Get away from me!" Tomoki yelled, and his minds pressures, thoughts, memories, emotions and everything went rampant and swirled around the arena. Due to the barriers being up, these pent up feelings and memories only had one target in which to relentlessly release itself upon – Inverted Daisuke.

"Tomoki!" Takuya yelled while cupping his hands over his mouth hoping the boy would hear him. He wasn't 100 percent sure what was going on, only because Tomoki wasn't showing the illusion to them. Whatever it was, it was really doing some damage to Inverted Daisuke. Although the teenage brunette knew for a fact that Tomoki being upset while using his abilities wasn't good. Yamaki specifically asked him to not panic, and the boy was certainly panicking.

"Shit." Yamaki cursed under his breath.

"Tomoki! Snap out of it!" Izumi hollered, hoping he would hear her.

It was around this time the inscriptions quickly left Inverted Daisuke's body, and his mind was ripped from it's hiding place inside the half-Digite's mind. The emotions attacking his own, the poor teen was at a loss as to what was going on. Everything conflicted inside his mind, it was impossible questions, and it explained the unknown and all the information and knowledge made it so his head felt like it would explode. Feeling his eyes trying to turn into the back of his sockets, and some blood coming out of his nose the boy immediately knew either his death was upon him, or he was going to have a seizure. Or something. Sleepiness tried to make itself the most prominent, but at the moment Daisuke's stomach thought it was most important to export all it's contents through the half-Digite's throat and mouth.

Hot tears stung his cheeks; as his head continued to feel all the information overload his brain, and a headache from hell cause his skull to feel as if it was expanding. Coughing, sputtering, and then more coughing. Some strange things came out, whether it was a large amount of blood or what he last ate he wasn't sure. It was then he blacked out. Tomoki was crying and whimpering, entirely unaware of what he had done or been doing. Ken on the sidelines was having a panic attack, not entirely sure what just happened to his boyfriend. Fear gripped his heart, and he began pacing nervously. 'Daisuke, be okay… be okay Daisuke… be okay…' He chanted in his mind. Gennai looked mildly disturbed, and Yamaki was cursing beneath his breath. Takuya was afraid, and Kouji tried to help the brunette's fears best he could while assuring him Tomoki was all right, and that Daisuke was alive and fine. They were obvious lies, but he didn't know what to do. The vampire himself was rather frightened.

"Tomoki." Cursed called out. The boy didn't respond. Muttering rather rude and inappropriate words beneath her breath, she had to do her duty as a referee. Entering the dangerous place, her mind took no worry or care. After all, an immortal couldn't die and most certainly had time to develop immunity to these types of things. Walking briskly to the small boy, she roughly grabbed him. "Listen to me. You're not in the past. Get back here, and now. You're fourteen. You're in a tournament where you kill, or be killed. Get over it." She hissed. When receiving no response, she resorted to ancient methods – slapping him. Momentarily shocked, he looked at her tears running down his eyes. "Let me inform you of what's going on currently. You just had a nice little freak out session, and gave your opponent a rather nasty brain hemorrhage. Now, from what we can tell he's currently comatose. If and when he comes to, the likelihood of him being anything more than a vegetable is slim to none. Congratulations, you're the first in a long while to manage to get yourself a draw." With that she motioned for the mages to take down the barriers, and roughly dragged him off the arena to Yamaki.

Seeing he now had permission to go on the arena without it counting against them, Ken ran immediately on the arena and to Daisuke. Delicately picking up his injured boyfriend, he smiled softly to himself seeing the other was still breathing. Ripping off a part of his shirt, he began to clean up the comatose half-Digite. Cursed let go of Tomoki, and proceeded in explaining what was going on, and then traveled on to explain it all to Gennai. Summoning more mages, they came and put Daisuke on a stretcher. After receiving special permission and the knowledge he wouldn't be fighting in this match, Ken followed after the mages to keep an eye on his beloved.

"Sorry folks, but that match was called as a draw." Cursed announced, resuming her spot in the center of the arena. "Hopefully our next match… won't end up the same." She said, and shook her head. "Sponsor Gennai, send in your final fighter." She ordered. Gennai spoke with Yamato and Taichi, and the two males seemed to get into a minor skirmish but… in the end it was the brunette who came to the arena. "Sponsor Yamaki, choose yours." The fox demon ordered. Yamaki looked somewhat unsure; he was being hesitant. After a moment, Kouji rolled his eyes in annoyance and headed for the arena, but was held back.

"Yagami Taichi is a dangerous fighter, and his abilities revolve around fire." Yamaki warned, his hand gripping Kouji's shoulder tightly.

"It's night. Not even a werewolf can conquer a vampire in this type of domain." The vampire said easily.

"Don't be so sure." Yamaki grounded out.

"I thought you were supposed to have faith in us." Kouji countered. Takuya placed a hand on Yamaki, who turned to him.

"Kouji's lived with Kouichi for at least eighty years. He's still alive and ticking." Takuya assured him in a joking manner, offering a lopsided grin.

"Hey!" A rather insulted (and ignored) poltergeist named Kouichi scowled, pouting. He was wearing a cheerleader's outfit, but where or how he managed to get it on was beyond anyone's understanding.

"…YAMAKI! SEND IN YOUR DAMN FIGHTER!" Cursed yelled, and everyone immediately went silent. Her ears were pinned back in annoyance, her face reeked of disapproval, and her tail twitched dangerously.

"Go on." Yamaki sighed. Kouji turned around and proceeded onwards to the fighting arena. Takuya bit hit lower lip and shook his head. Kouji could take care of himself… right now however the brunette was concerned about Tomoki. The poor boy look rather shaken and afraid, and it didn't help that Junpei was trying to hide his rather obvious tears. But Izumi was comforting him, and so Takuya scooped up his practically adopted little brother and shushed him, trying to get the younger teen to relax and calm down. While keeping an eye on Kouji.

"All right. Sponsor Gennai's fighter Taichi against Sponsor Yamaki's fighter Kouji. Let the batt-yikes!" Cursed squeaked, jumping out of the way of Taichi sending a burst of flame towards Kouji who easily dodged. Running away from the arena and into the safe area, followed by the mages immediately putting up the barrier for the third time. Taichi held his claws up, and after whispering some incantations a large ball of fire formed in his hands. Swinging it around, he released it and it sought out after Kouji. The vampire kept his face blank, and he did several flips back before stopping mid-flip and pressing himself upwards and permitting the ball of flame to smash into the barrier and disperse into nothing more than embers raining in the area outside of the arena.

"So, you're the vampire Yamaki managed to recruit." Taichi said, making civil conversation. His hands moved in these circular motions over nothing in particular, almost as if he was working an invisible rubix cube. A spark ignited inside his hands, and then a small ball of flame appeared and he smirked. "Why are you choosing to fight me?"

"And if I am?" Kouji asked, watching Taichi's movements and such. "I didn't choose, I was just due for a battle and you're who I'm stuck with." He stated, shrugging.

"Too bad for you." Taichi said, shrugging and shooting the flame off. Growling, Kouji dodged it yet again.

"Don't think that just yet, we've only begun." Kouji assured him.

"Minor detail." Taichi laughed, shrugging it. Making a ball of flame yet again, he threw it up and then spiked it like one would do to volleyballs. A flaming volleyball. "How about I make this more interesting." He said coldly. Kouji growled in response, rather annoyed with how Taichi kept using those fireballs and causing him to dodge. It was like the bushy-haired flame-user was playing a game with him! Well, he probably was… and Kouji didn't take too well to it. But then, the brunette didn't seem the type to generally do something like this, so it was likely he had something against him. Damn grudges. "Gennai told us about you." Kouji froze, and then with an alarmed yelped barely moved out of the way of a fireball. "Did I strike a chord?" Taichi asked rather hatefully.

"Not so much as a chord, as my foot." Kouji snapped, a small flame nearly setting his shoe aflame… and then if he hadn't put it out, him.

"I don't trust you with them, and if it means me dying in order to kill you it won't bother me none." Taichi hissed.

"It might just bother your blonde boyfriend." Kouji said off-handily, and then when seeing the small fire twister heading for him he used a very nice talent of all vampires – high jumps and alarmingly quick reflexes.

"You're going to hurt your teammates." Taichi said, anger rising in his voice. Holding out his hand, a sword of flame appeared and he charged for Kouji who sighed and biting his finger drew a thin line in the air with the blood, and it grew in side to a regular sword. Grabbing it with his hand as the bite mark on his finger healed itself, he held the sword out and blocked the flaming sword preventing it from making him fried vampire.

"Why the hell would I do that?" Kouji snapped, and mustering his strength pushed Taichi off. Damn… for a hanyou Flame Demon, that boy was strong!

"You can't escape your past, that's why." Taichi hissed, and took a large swipe at Kouji, whom blocked it with his own sword. "And like you have any attachments to your team anyway! I bet you're just waiting for them to die so you can suck 'em dry!" The brunette growled. Kouji gave him a rather harsh glare. No one – and he meant no one – could ever say he didn't care about Takuya or Kouichi and get away with that. Especially when they didn't know him personally. Letting out a vampiric hiss, it was enough to startle Taichi as Kouji brought his sword and swiped at the brunette placing a cut on Taichi's cheek.

"For one, vampires don't drink from the dead!" Kouji snapped as he took the offensive again and landing another cut on Taichi, this time his neck. "For two, you ever… ever accuse me of not caring for my brother Takuya again I will not be on friendly terms with you, whether you are on them with me or not." He grounded out, and when Taichi blocked his next hit he pushed the brunette so hard Taichi found it rather difficult to not slide or fall backwards. "I didn't join this tournament for any reason other than to protect Takuya, and if it weren't for him and his damn forsaken human blood I wouldn't even be here." He hissed. Taichi looked rather confused, but managed to finally knock Kouji back and away from him.

"…are you saying that you're in…?" Taichi asked, but never finished as Kouji continued with his offensive maneuvers, making Taichi revert to his defensive stances again.

"No, I'm saying I'm the fuggin' muffin man." Kouji snarled, and then using the hilt of his sword rammed it into Taichi's gut, although the brunette took his and rammed the hilt down on the middle of Kouji's back. Both fell to the arena's cement flooring, and their swords disappeared.

"…there's a first." Taichi said, gasping some. "A vampire in love with a human, generally it's the other way around." He said, laughing coldly.

"Whatever." Kouji muttered, slowly pushing himself up. Taichi took out a flame ball, and Kouji didn't move. Instead, he grinned. The brunette was confused, but released the flame but Kouji moved out of the way the moment Taichi released it. Cursing under his breath, Taichi jumped up and searched for the vampire. "Up here." Kouji called. He was sitting on top of a pole that had been accidentally left in the arena, and Taichi gave him a quizzical look. With a plotting grin, Kouji's pupils became more slitted and dilated as the arena slowly began to darken itself. Taichi panicked. He knew of the vampires ability to bend light… but wasn't it only artificial light! This was worrying; he was now in Kouji's expertise. Trying to make his eyes adjust to the lack of light as fast as he could, he felt something cold by him. Relinquishing flames in the direction, the fire just lit up a small portion of the arena. Panting from the energy he had just spent from his sudden release of energy, he swallowed.

"Where are you?" He asked, whispering under his breath. Something tripped him, and his flames exploded from his hands to where the other leg tripped him. Still nothing. "DAMNIT!" He snarled, agitated. Taking a moment to think, he grinned. He couldn't see anything… but the fire did light everything up. There were torches all around; he could still feel their fire burning brightly. It was perfect. He could just fill the entire place with flames, and in the process he'd roast the vampire and win! Easy wins weren't his style generally, but he wasn't about to chase a vampire in the darkness where he couldn't see or sense the lack of warm body temperature. If Kouji was a demon, no problem he could track the body heat. But no, he had to be a vampire.

Gathering the flames and summoning them, they slowly started to form all around him. He didn't sense any presence, and so he assumed Kouji realized what he was up to and went somewhere high to escape it. The fire kept growing, like a forest blaze growing more and more, minute by minute… it's heat becoming more unbearable, it's flames rising higher than the goals of man, burning everything in it's path. Sweat beaded his forehead, but Taichi continued concentrating. 'Nova Force' the brunette thought to himself, and finally let the flames burn and eat away at anything and everything they will to. Light was everywhere, and the darkness was banished.

Once the flames quelled down, Taichi grinned to himself as he smirked. He won… he won. So why was the barrier still up? Confused, a horrible stench reached his nostrils. Crying out, he covered his nose and his body shuddered from the repulsive stench. Glancing up, there in a corner not too far from him… looked like a blackened box. A pale hand punched through it, and then brushed it all down as it crumbled. Kouji emerged, and glanced over at Taichi who stared at him in shock.

"Yes… the smell of blood long since boiled is disgusting, isn't it?" The vampire asked off-handedly. The hanyou Flame Demon looked horrified. Kouji's fangs were shining white and were lit up by the torches' light. His eyes were somewhat dull, and there was this slightly hungry look. Nipping at his finger, Kouji created another sword from his own blood repeating the process from earlier. "I'd say we're both equally ready to pass out, eh?" He asked, his legs somewhat wobbly.

"Keh… I'm sure I got some more energy left than you." Taichi said, shakily getting up. He hadn't even realized his legs gave out beneath him after that fire stunt. He just couldn't believe it though. Kouji must've given himself quite the gash to get that much blood out and concentrated on working it so it protected him from the fire somewhere. Didn't make any sense to him. Oh well.

"I run on blood, not energy. Not to mention you'd be surprised how much I can have in side me…" Kouji said, holding his sword ready.

"One last time." Taichi murmured, and created his flame sword. Charging towards each other, a draw was to be foreseen. Then, the flame in the sword suddenly went out before it reached Kouji. Taichi laughed to himself… he should've noticed Kouji didn't let his finger heal… that way when he ran towards Taichi, more blood could make the sword grow longer. Everyone stared as Kouji drew the sword from out of Taichi's chest, and the brunette's body fell dead, limp on the arena's cement. The vampire's sword disappeared, and he fought weariness and hunger as the barriers went up. Yamato immediately ran up and onto the arena to where Taichi lay.

Mumbling a soft apology that probably went unheard, Kouji walked uneasily over to Yamaki's side. Never before had it seemed so far away… Takuya handed a now sleeping Tomoki to a startled Yamaki, and rushed to greet his worn out friend. The vampire in the end tumbled off the arena and Takuya just barely managed to 'catch' him. Although it was more of the vampire landing on the brunette, it still counted. Takuya's warm arms embraced the vampire, who was grateful to feel something so warm that wouldn't roast him like a marshmallow. Kouji's arms immediately wrapped around Takuya in return, and he nuzzled the brunette's hair and breathed in deeply. He actually thought his plan with using the blood to protect him would fail, and he'd never be to able to feel, smell, hear, watch… and pretty much anything else his half-dead brain could think of at the moment he enjoyed having done in the past with Takuya.

"You're so soft…" Kouji whispered, and the brunette blinked a bit confused not having understood what the vampire said. Kouji took no notice. At the moment he just wanted to never let go of Takuya and just kiss him. Just because. A squeak pulled him from his thoughts.

"Kouji… ack! You're crushing me!" Takuya informed him, trying to push Kouji away just enough so he could breathe properly again. Kouji loosened his grip. Ignoring the aching feeling in his fangs, Kouji relished his moment with the brunette. And remained oblivious to the raised brows he was getting from Yamaki, Izumi, and Junpei. Takuya all the while just couldn't figure out why Kouji was suddenly being so… snuggly? That was the word, right? Whatever… even though he was no officially chilled to the bone, Takuya felt safe and content. Now, to just get Kouji to understand that he had to let Takuya go so that the vampire could get some blood to drink and they could all get some well-deserved rest.


A/N: Creepy. While writing this chapter I got a nosebleed. And Daisuke got one while having a lobar intracerebral hemorrhage (also known as a brain hemorrhage). I looked some info about brain hemorrhages, but some of what I put is probably not 100 percentaccurate. I did a quick SpellCheck, but I'm too tired to do a quick proofread. I'm so sorry... and my beta reader is out of town. This chapter is friggin' horrible. Gomen nasai! I'm ready to stab myself or something. Speaking of which, if I ever died or something you'd guys would never know it and this would forever remain without updates. Creepy. Remember, the guns are loaded and shooting the authoress is allowed.
SomeoneInThePastOfEarth: Hope this updates fast enough for you.
Tala Mine-Tala Hot: Gomen about the update taking three months. Uhm... here's a bit more Koukuyaness. I hope you like it... and I'm sorry it sucks.
Bonnie Mizuhara Asakura: Everyone lost their head. Yup. Uhm... he kind of didn't die. Oh, yes... Ken Hell will break loose next chapter.
Largo-sensei: I am so, so sorry. I doubt you can forgive me for what I've done though. Yes, Mimi was awesome... I feel horrible for killing her. I'll beat myself up for you if it makes you feel better. -Nods- Uhm... in chapter five, the rules clearly state if Junpei did that he'd automatically lose and be killed. I'm sorry. -Grovels- Gomen you couldn't read some of it... I'm really, really out of it and my grammar sucks so my proofreading doesn't do much. Living life, I'm really, really sorry...