Hee! Just cause the last one kinda didn't have a lot of action in it…I've decided to give you 2 chapters at once! Aren't you just lucky I found all that time? I'm totally failing AP Bio cuz of this…T-T But it's to be my career so…yeah…Anyway…like I've told Silver a million times: I SUCK AT FIGHT SCENES! So please don't blame me. And before you get the wrong idea…Aya is not a crazed lunatic. Also…please remember that these characters ARE NOT REAL PEOPLE. They are merely based upon the basic character of them…so…don't think me or any of my friends is truly this psycho. In the interest of a good story I must put them through some shitty stuff. 3 Yep. That's about it. ENJOY!

Her seishi watched wide-eyed. Even Tatara was a bit taken aback. "She is…not even truly angry," he whispered, amazed.

"What!" Tokaki stared at the blonde haired girl. "But she's about to kick his ass!"

Subaru shook her head, "I cannot believe that."

Tatara looked at his companions closely. "Before I was summoned back here, Byakko himself told me of her."

"Byakko!" Subaru and Tokaki gasped.

"She is a girl who shows few emotions — "

"I beg to differ!" Tokaki interrupted remembering her anger over Rika.

"— no emotions that aren't a planned façade," Tatara finished gravely. "She keeps her real emotions hidden from even those closest to her. You can imagine the build up that would create."

"How does she survive?" Subaru burst looking at her priestess in a new light. "Without an outlet for her feelings, she's a bomb just waiting to go off!"

"Then you see the problem," Tatara nodded. "She has two modes of anger. Irritated. And enraged. You can easily see which this case falls under."

All three watched as Aya calmly faced down the man who was twice her size. "I'd hate to see her really pissed off," Tokaki muttered.

"What should I do with her first?" the man asked laughingly of his friends. "A broken nose for mine?"

"No!" someone from the crowd shouted. "Her face is too pretty to mess up!"

"How about an arm then? Since that's what she used to break it with?" he took a step towards Aya.

She, for her part, said not a word. She looked at him.

"Aren't you gonna ask me to stop? Tell me not to hurt you?" Everyone laughed.

"Are you going to do this or not?" she asked. "If you won't start it, I will." She walked forward with long, precise strides. Within moments, she stood before him. Swinging before he could react to her presence, Aya smashed him in the cheek.

The man recovered quickly. Now far more wary, he circled her. She turned slowly to always keep him ahead of her. She watched him closely. Suddenly, she saw his muscles bunch for the attack. She side stepped just in time as he rushed past, planning on tackling her to the ground. Before he got up, Aya rushed in and delivered a swift kick to his midsection. In an instant, she was back out, waiting for him to rise.

"That's cheating, bitch," the man gasped as he rose. "You should wait till I get up."

"I don't see how taking advantage of an enemy's weakness is cheating," she replied calmly. "I reserve my own Code of Honor for those who deserve it."

"We'll see how you like this then!" the man charged without warning, this time managing to catch Aya with a stray fist in the stomach.

She doubled over but jumped quickly to the side to avoid the second swing. Straightening, she smiled for the second time. This one seemed just as chilly as the last. "That was good. It's been a while since anyone hit me. Most seem to think that they shouldn't hit girls."

The man turned to face her. "All's fair, right?"

Aya nodded and smiled disarmingly, "Now you're getting it!"

For a while the two danced around, each trying but failing to land a decent hit. Tokaki, Subaru, and Tatara looked on silently. "Should we step in?" Subaru asked tentatively. "She can't keep this up forever, and I hate to see her like this. It…doesn't seem right."

"I agree with Subaru," Tokaki for once was totally serious. "She was so carefree and unrestrained. It's like an entirely different person has taken over."

"It's likely the stress," Tatara winced as Aya landed a blow on the man's chin that sent him stumbling into a table. "Think of all that she's gone through. This is likely the only way she can deal with it all."

"Well, I think it needs to stop!" Subaru stomped her foot. "It's ridiculous to tell us that we can't interfere just because she might throw a fit! Well, let her!"

"I agree," a small voice to Subaru's right spoke up. A small boy of about eight years old looked up at her with a serious expression. "She has been given enough time. It's time to end it."

Subaru gazed quizzically at him. Something about his eyes…They were almond shaped. Almost like — Subaru gasped.

The boy smiled a little. "Hello, Subaru." He turned towards the battle. It was nearing an end. Aya was virtually unscathed, but the man — in addition to his broken nose — was bleeding from a small cut on his forehead. Even now he spit out blood collecting in his mouth from his shredded lips.

"Please, take your beating and go home," Aya glared at him. Gone was the cold and distant fighter. Her anger had disappeared some time during the battle. Now all she wanted to do was take a nice and long hot bath and go to bed.

"I'll kill you!" the man had lost all reason. He couldn't fathom how this mere girl had managed to evade him much less beat him as she had. He charged towards her, fist upraised.

Aya sighed and readied herself, but a small boy stepped before her. "Priestess, you really shouldn't do this," he scolded sounding much older than he looked. "It'll bring unwanted attention."

"Out of my way!" the man cried.

The boy turned in his direction. Just before impact, the boy sprang back to grab Aya by the wrist. Before she could react, darkness enveloped her; and she was suddenly standing across the room. The little boy stood silently, holding her hand as if nothing unusual had just happened.

Across the room, the man kept going past where they had once been standing and crashed into the wall. His head slammed into the wall, knocking him unconscious. "Finally!" Aya muttered. "I thought he was never going to go down!"

The crowd of people around them stood looking at their fallen champion. He had always been a bit of a bully, but now a slip of a girl had beaten him silly! His friends gathered themselves enough to make there way towards the door before they were recognized. Two stopped long enough to pick the man up and drag him out. After a few seconds, the rest of the people started to move along, casting incredulous glances Aya's way.

"Okay…" Aya looked at the little boy. "It's time you explained to me how we got all the way across the room."

The boy said nothing but watched as the other three made their way across the room. "What happened to you?" Subaru cried.

Aya started to answer, but it was the little boy who responded. "Nothing has happened."

"You're…a little smaller than I remember you," Tokaki chuckled and grinned rakishly.

"Ah…" Tatara walked up, collected and unfazed as always, Aya noticed. "You were reborn."

"Yes," the boy nodded. "I merely regained my memories. And my powers apparently."

"You telling me you didn't know if that was going to work!" Tokaki's jaw dropped.

The boy shrugged in a way that was disconcerting for someone his size and apparent age. "She needed help. I could only try, after all."

"Um, excuse me!" Aya had her head cocked and both hands on her hip. Her hair had flown out of its customary ponytail and now framed her scowl perfectly. "Since when did I say I needed help? Especially not from some little kid whose parent's I should be hitting up for babysitting money! And I'd also like an explanation as to how this kid knows you!"

"Not demanding at all, is she?" Tokaki asked winking at the boy.

"Subaru, if you would please fix this…problem before we continue?" the boy looked up at her expectantly.

"What — Oh!" Subaru smiled. "Of course! Give me just a minute…" she closed her eyes and frowned a bit.

Before Aya's eyes, the boy grew taller and — well, he grew up considerably. Now he was much taller than her — at least six feet. His jet black hair had grown out until — even in its neat braid — it nearly reached his butt. Dark brown almond shaped eyes smiled serenely down at her. The little boy now appeared to be around eighteen years old. A considerable improvement as far as Aya was concerned "Hello, Priestess. I am the seishi Kokie."

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