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Supernatural Cat Fight
Damon sighed as he walked toward the school. He had finally been given permission to return home, if only to keep him from scorching anywhere else, and had spent a month there, warming up. The Witch's Ranch had caught a lot of attention after the numerous explosions, and supposed eruption, that had happened there during the fight, and the construction plan was entirely shut down due to it possibly being a volcano. Most of the ranch had survived Damon's best efforts, so it would be fine. Plus, he had taken most of the obsidian he had made there and had started his special project with it, so the scar he had made out of the field had been largely cleaned up, and was able to regrow.
Damon walked to the academy's front gate, finding the others passing out newspapers. Tsukune, Yukari, and Moka greeted him happily, but Kurumu crossed her arms.
"You're late," Kurumu said.
"Your powers of observation are truly astounding," Damon said, leaning back against the table and folding his own arms. "Want me to burn the newspapers to get rid of them for you?"
"No!" all four of the others snapped, then began to laugh.
Damon watched as the newspapers were passed out in their entirety, and smiled. They had done pretty well on them, apparently.
"We should have a party to celebrate!" Moka suggested.
"Great idea!" Tsukune grinned. "We can have it right after school. What about Gin?"
"That thing is probably off flirting with some poor woman," Kurumu said. "Forget him."
"I'm so excited to get to drink sake!" Yukari smiled.
"What are you talking about?" Tsukune asked.
"Hell, I'll even buy it," Damon smirked. "I could use a good drink. And corrupting."
"You're not corrupting anyone!" Kurumu snapped, pointing a finger at him.
"You're all weird," a voice said off to the side, Damon's head snapping around as he braced himself for a snowball, or a pale of water, or itching powder. "The Newspaper club gets along well." Mizore stopped in front of them, watching them all in silence. "You all get along too well. I don't understand that stuff." Then, she walked over to Tsukune, leaning forward and getting uncomfortably close to him.
"Wha-What are you..."
"So you're Tsukune," she said. "You're cuter than I expected." She turned, grabbing the last newspaper and walking away. "Newspaper. I'll take a copy."
"Who was that?" Moka asked.
"I don't know her," Tsukune assured her.
"I wonder why she came," Kurumu said. "She didn't even talk to you. Is she mad again or something?"
"You know her?" Moka asked, looking to Damon.
"She's the one that sent that ice dildo," Damon said. "And I'm not sure if she's mad or not. But she's going to be once she gets back to her room."
Kurumu groaned. "You're a horrible person."
"She sent me an ice dildo," Damon said. "In public. All good pranks in a prank war require repayment."
The others shook their heads. They all helped clean up, including Damon, and carried everything into the school, only to find Mizore waiting at the classroom, arms crossed and glaring daggers at Damon.
"Clean it up," Mizore said. "All of it."
Damon grinned. "Why Mizore, whatever do you mean?"
Mizore's eyes narrowed. "I'm not going to say it again. Clean it up, or you're going to regret it."
Damon chuckled. "I'll clean it up after school. Promise."
"You'd better!" she said threateningly before storming off.
"What'd you do?" Kurumu asked.
"I covered her floor and bed in the obsidian from the ranch," Damon said. "She cant go into her room without breaking out into hives now."
"That's cruel," Tsukune said.
Damon shrugged, the five of them separating to their classes. After the final bell, Damon headed to Mizore's room, finding her roommate sitting on her bed. She looked up at Damon and sighed.
"Please tell me you're hear to clean it up," the girl said. "I don't want to listen to her yelling anymore."
"Relax," Damon chuckled. "I've got it."
He began to pick up the obsidian, swallowing it as he went before walking to his own room and regurgitating it into the sink, washing it off before setting it onto his bed to begin his next couple of projects. Finally, he finished and left his room just as Kurumu and Moka ran over.
"Mizore is trying to take Tsukune!" Kurumu said. "She tried to kill Moka!"
Damon sighed heavily. "Typical. They meet one time and he sets her off. Fine. I'll take care of it."
"I'm coming too," Moka said.
"Then you'd better run a hell of a lot faster than you do now," he said, turning and sprinting through the hallways, Moka and Kurumu struggling to keep up.
Once they were outside, Damon extended his wings and took off, following his instincts to a swamp that had frozen over. Damon landed behind Mizore, who stopped freezing Tsukune, who had an arm and half of his face free, and sighed again.
"Really now, Mizore," Damon said. "You were doing so well. You're really going to let him set you off?"
"Get out of here, Damon," Mizore said. "Tsukune's mine!"
"No," Damon said. "He's Moka's. You're better than this, Mizore. Let him go."
"You're going to try and stop me?" Mizore asked, ice claws extending from her sleeves.
"Please, Mizore," Damon said. "Don't do this."
Just then, Kurumu and Moka flew low, moving to grab Tsukune, only for ice spikes to erupt out of the ground, forcing them off course. Instead of grabbing Moka's hand, Tsukune grabbed her rosary, ripping the cross off. A moment later, Moka stood, glaring at Mizore with her red eyes.
"What are you?" Mizore asked. "You're annoying. Just die properly this time, please."
She moved to slash Moka, who moved to kick her. However, before either's strikes could hit, Damon appeared between them and caught both of their strikes, the ground under him breaking apart.
"No," Damon said. "Moka, back off."
"She's trying to steal Tsukune," Moka said.
"I don't care," Damon said. "I told you, I'll take care of it."
"So you are going to stop me," Mizore said, instantly slashing with her free hand, only for Damon's tail to wrap around her arm.
"You see?" Moka snapped. "She's insane!"
"Back off!" Damon snapped. "I'm not saying it again!"
Moka jumped, her other foot exploding into his head and hurling him. He flipped, landing on his feet as Mizore shot at Moka again. Again Damon shot forward, catching Mizore's arm, Moka's fist drilling into his jaw before he wrapped his tail around her waist and hurled her. He turned and caught Mizore's other arm, growling.
"That's enough, Mizore!" Damon snarled.
"Let me go!" she shouted, a massive pillar of ice erupting between his feet and slamming into his chin, hurling him away.
Mizore turned to charge at Moka, only to find Moka already throwing a kick. Mizore stabbed with her claws, but before either strike could land, Damon appeared between them. His scaled forearm blocked Moka's kick and snapped like a twig, folding outward. Then, Mizore's claws embedded themselves in his abdomen. Everyone froze, Mizore's eyes wide with horror. She staggered backward, ripping her claws back out as steam began to curl out of them, and out of Damon's mouth, frost beginning to collect around the wound.
"Damon!" Mizore breathed, staring between him and her claws in horror. "I...I didn't mean to! I swear! I..."
She turned, fleeing instantly and Damon held his good hand over his wound, trying to light a flame only to receive only sparks. He struggled to stand, but his legs gave out instantly and he crashed to the ground.
"Damon!" Kurumu shouted, dropping beside him.
"Did she hit an organ?" Tsukune asked.
"No!" Kurumu said, panic in her voice. "It's her ice. It's lethal to Fire Devils. It's why her family was able to go to war with his without being slaughtered instantly."
"What do we do?" Moka asked.
"Sh...Show...er," Damon panted, paling rapidly, the frost having reached over most of the front of his torso already. "M...My..."
"Shower?" Moka asked. "But isn't water bad for you?"
"His shower!" Kurumu gasped. "He'd have a fire shower, not a water one!"
"Where's his room?" Tsukune asked.
"I'll take him there!" Kurumu said. "I can smell it from here."
She lifted him onto her back and spread her wings, taking off instantly. She flew as fast as she could, reaching the room in seconds and smashing through the window, hurling Damon into his shower instantly before lunging for the knobs. Just as she grabbed them, he coughed, blood spraying out of his mouth. The ice had reached his heart and lungs. Flames roared out of his shower head, washing over him, quickly melting the frost, however, Damon continued to cough and choke on his own blood. Fear flooded through him. He was going to die. He didn't want to die. Not yet. Not like this. If he died at the hands of an Abominable Snowwomen, it could set the war off all over again. He couldn't allow that. Not after the way it had ended. He couldn't. And yet, here he was, unable to even catch enough of a breath to cough anymore. Darkness began to swallows him and he fought not to let it, he fought to stay awake, but it was too hard. He slipped slightly, and then he was falling. Tumbling into the darkness. And then, there was nothing.
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