Warning : The darkest chapter we've ever written. Self harm and rape attempt and other offensive shit. Turn back now if you don't want to read.
Poor Steven wasn't even given a proper burial. Takaya just tossed his mangled corpse aside and got down to business. He ordered the rest to leave as he sat face to face with Minato in a dimly lit room.
Minato stared directly into Takaya's soul which exhilarated the young man. Letting out a small smile, Takaya started. "May I ask why you attacked him?"
Minato licked the blood around his lips and answered. "He mocked me."
"Is that so?"
"No one mocks me," Minato replied, his eyes growing colder. "No one disrespects me."
"What about that girl?" Takaya cocked an eyebrow. "What if she disrespects you?"
"... She'll get the same treatment," Minato replied in a split second, pleasing Takaya. "I now live solely for my pride and ambition. Nothing else is important to me."
"Excellent," Takaya smirked. "How do you feel? Since you are back to your ruthless roots."
Minato gave another demented grin. "I feel fucking incredible." The two shared a brief laugh.
...
Junpei was loaded into a stretcher, screaming in utter agony the whole while. His limbs would take a long time to heal since Minato had torn up nearly every single ligament in each of his limbs. Even with healing, Junpei might be out until the next full moon.
Mitsuru bit her lip. She was guilty about torturing Minato but he was taking this too far. Minato brutally maimed Junpei despite the fact that Mitsuru had punished him, Junpei didn't lay a single hand on him.
"Arisato..." Mitsuru growled, clenching her fist.
Akihiko sat next to Junpei in the ambulance and growled. "That son of a bitch..."
Yukari had upset her stomach by coming along with the rest. She was sent back to the dorm after witnessing her friend in that condition. She was really torn, on one hand she wanted to cripple Minato for brutally punishing Junpei like that... but on the other hand, she knew it would have come to this the moment was proven innocent.
Flashes of Minato crying surged in her psyche, making the brunette sigh. "When will this end..." She questioned, looking far ahead to Hamuko's room.
...
Hamuko slowly opened her red orbs and clutched her chest, a dull ache spreading over her heart. The redhead was sweating profusely, despite the air conditioner being on at max power. She tried to sit up but that didn't work, she just fell back on her bed, panting hard.
She felt so fucking miserable...
...
"I swear on my love to you Hamuko, I'm telling the truth, that bastard is manipulating you!"
"..."
I beg of you..." His voice cracked. "Please don't get involved. I can bear fighting against you."
"..." She took a painfully deep breath.
"I'm sorry for being everything I am..."
"..." She finally stood up. "Minato..." She started walking towards the mirror in her room. Hamuko lost her balance and collapsed onto the floor. Her head was spinning and her back was under an insane level of pain.
Her shirt was soaked in sweat. Her vision was getting blurry as the loss of water began to hamper her senses. Hamuko tried to stand up again, fighting back against the pain that was spreading all over body.
"Ugh," Flashback to the time where Minato was getting beaten to pulp hit the redhead like a ton of bricks. She held a hand against her mouth, desperately trying not to empty her stomach on the spot.
She laid helplessly on the floor for the next ten minutes, letting out deep breaths to somewhat ease her pain and gain control of her limbs. When she finally found mobility back in her body, she stood up once again.
Hamuko staggered towards the mirror and took a long look at herself. She did pride herself on being pretty and attractive but right now, she looked like shit. Her usually immaculate auburn hairstyle was in a mess, dark spots clearly visible below her eyes and dry tears were etched onto her cheeks.
Was she crying in her sleep as well?
Hamuko swallowed thickly, as her heartbeat increased yet again. The despair spreading like a virus all over her exhausted body. Her trembling hands reached for the knife on the sink.
She griped the knife and observed her reflection on the glistering surface of the cold, unforgiving steel. She began to think back on all the times she had spent with Minato... it was fun... but now...
She was helpless.
She was alone.
She was scared.
Things would never be the again again. The scars were far too deep to heal.
Hamuko pressed the knife against her wrist and applied a little amount of pressure. The steel bruises her skin as the crimson liquid started gushing out from fresh wound.
It kinda felt better, for some reason.
The pain was going deeper...
She bit her lip and repeated the action. Blood began to seep into her clothes and some of it was wasted on the ground. She made another new line and panted. She was starting to feel alive somewhat.
"I've fallen for you goddamit!"
"Minato..." Hamuko whimpered as her eyes leaked a few tears.
"She is my reason to live,"
The loss of blood made her dizzy. She lost the grip on the knife and it fell with a clink, right next to the pool of fresh blood. Hamuko's eyes rolled at the back of her head and the petite redhead lost her senses and fell to the ground once again.
"Thank you Hamuko,"
Yukari opened the door to Hamuko's room and found the resident lying next to a pool of blood with a bloodied knife in her grip. The brunette was already panicked beyond belief and she let out a shrill scream that sent the other residents of the dorm into a frenzy. They rushed upstairs as Yukari collapsed onto her knees, next to her unconscious best friend.
Minato shrugged away the warm memories that were creeping into his mind. He stood up and looked outside of his window, finding Steve's corpse in the trash. He gazed at it for a few seconds and ended up laughing cruelly.
"Fucking idiots," He sighed, imaging the corpses of S.E.E.S rotting away in the trash after he will be done with them. The thought sparked another blistering surge of rage that shot up like a fucking inferno. Minato took a step back and let out a few deep breaths. It was almost the Dark Hour, he could go insane after that.
The Dark Hour hit the world as just then, a nail from the ceiling slowly fell to the ground, producing a barely audible sound, but it was enough to push Minato over the edge, again.
"Get ready to die, motherfuckers!" Minato yelled out, running into the wall and shattering it into bits. He was sent flying out of the building and landed very painfully on the ground from the top floor.
He landed and laughed, coughing out blood but he slowly got up like it was no problem. He needed to vent out his frustrations, he wanted blood. He wanted the crimson liquid all over him. He needed to bathe in someone's blood and Goddaammit he wanted it now!
The beast inside of the demented teenager was incomplete and rightfully so, it was driving the carrier insane. Minato let out another yell and ran away, heading into the bloodied streets to find and kill some helpless prey.
He stopped at Port Island Station and let out a beastly grin. So many coffins, so many lives to waste. Digging his knife out and charging it up with a deathly, blackish glow, Minato went killing.
His humanity was robbed, and the only thing holding back his demon was no longer there, Minato was something worse than death itself right now. He was an uncontrollable beast.
Gallons of blood was wasted as his knife cut through flesh like butter, bringing forth painful cries followed by a cruel laugh in the dead of the Dark Hour. Minato slaughtered dozens of innocents, including a fat kid and a tanned guy wearing a track suit.
He stood over their bodies, feeling some sort of energy radiating from them but he was remorseless. He blew his now red fringe up and looked over the carnage. It was so fucking beautiful.
"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" Minato kicked the corpse out of his way and held his fist up. He was exhausted and wasn't sleeping properly for weeks but who gives a fuck?
He summoned the God of Death and began to ravage the entire station, reducing everything near him to ashes, burning the entire place to the ground. The insane teenager was left alone in the burning remains of the station, surrounded by dead bodies.
Minato let out a sigh, still snickering because of the carnage. "Death... its so fucking majestic."
...
Igor and Elizabeth were watching the entire event unfold through a crystal ball. Elizabeth was horrified, while she was no stranger to torture, she was quite well versed in it, but this slaughter was far too much.
"W-What type of a demented demon has he become?" She panted as Igor shook his head, observing Minato who was still laughing.
"It's too late now," Igor said slowly. "We've lost him."
Elizabeth looked back at the crystal ball and bit her lip. Minato's rapidly deteriorating insanity reminded her of Theodore.
Igor looked over at the torn contract. "The world... is indeed spiraling into chaos." He looked above. "Humanity's fate is sealed. It all ends tonight."
...
Minato finally regained the energy back in his body. He stood up up and kicked another dead body away, he was about to head over to some other place and satiate his thirst for blood but someone called for him.
... Shit.
"Get back to the base, asshole," It was feminine.
Minato swiveled around to face Tsukio. His maniacal was still intact and that sent a shiver up the female's spine. Tsukio took a step back as Minato licked his lips.
Tsukio took another step back but Minato right now was far faster than her. Before she could slither away into the shadows, Minato had already pinned her to the ground. He let out another laugh as the female struggled to break free.
Minato started pounding her face in, busting her forehead open and breaking her nose. Tsukio tried to kick him away but he barely moved. He continued pummeling the helpless teenager.
Unable to control the buildings levels of blood lust, Minato's psyche and consciousness began to die out... it was replaced by something else. He stopped moving for a couple of seconds but he jumped right back into reality with a fucking insane laughter, even by his own standards.
"Ma..." Minato whispered, grabbing a hold of her shirt as Tsukio widened her eyes. Was he really going to? "to."
Minato forcefully began to tear her shirt away, and Tsukio went into a frenzy, kicking and clawing to no effect. Was he really going to rape her?
Minato laughed once again, pinning her roughly against the ground. Her shirt was inches away from completely coming off.
"Ma-!" The Dark Hour ended as Minato regained control of his senses. He looked below and saw Tsukio, and her shirt was in his hands. The female face was beaten up and his hands were bloodied.
He wasn't remorseful by any means, he blew a raspberry and stood up. "Bitch, you shouldn't have come."
The female was ready to lose it and cut the demented psychopath into a thousand tiny pieces but Takaya had forbidden her to attack. Giving another laugh and calling her a pathetic fool, Minato walked away, walking over dead bodies without a care in the world.
...
Minato opened the door to his room and let out a sigh. He sat on his chair and put his legs onto the table. Boy, today was fun. Glad he regained control of his senses and didn't end up raping Tsukio.
"I'm still disease free," He commented, digging out his knife and smiling at the amount of blood. He saw his reflection on the surface of the stained steel. It pleased him. He felt alive somewhat.
"I need some fucking new personae though," Minato growled.
"Oh really," The voice called out. Minato turned 180 degrees and faced the source of the voice.
"You?" Minato gripped his stomach as the gazed at Theodore. The phantom pain of his encounter with the bastard began to surge once again.
"I'm not here to hurt you," Theodore said.
"Then? Spit it," Minato snapped.
"How about a deal? You let me do whatever I want with Hamuko," Minato wasn't moved at all by his words. "And I teach you fusion."
"Don't give a fuck about anyone anymore," Minato replied. "Teach me fusion."
Theodore gave a feral grin, walking over to Minato. "Very well. However, every fusion you perform will come with a steep price. The magic of fusion is far more powerful than you are, and using magic more powerful than yourself always come at a price."
Theodore grinned wider. "You will never be the same again."
Minato replied with an insane grin of his own. "I don't give a fuck!"
"Very well," Theodore said, pulling out a knife from his pocket and stabbing it right into Minato's arm. The blunette felt the pain for a few seconds but it was washed away when the droplets of blood began to spread all over the ground, forming a very familiar circle around him. The only difference? This one was red.
The two insane persona users began to laugh. The circle was complete.
He could never be the same again.
I told you it was dark. I'm not gonna say anything useful, this chapter is essential in building up the future fights and finally, the end of Minato's psychotic run, yeah there is a small hint in there, if you can't find it. Something like "Ma-" yep, good luck.
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