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Outcast Ayashi
Damon settled heavily into his seat and sighed miserably. A week in the infirmary and he still felt like death. Everything ached, and he was coughing a lot more. Half the time it felt like he was hacking up a lung. The rest of the time it felt like he was hacking up both. He had asked permission to go home to recover, but they had refused. They had a decent reason, though. Going home would be dangerous if anyone found out that the reason for his condition was a Yuki Onna. He sighed, setting his head down, only to be jumped by the bell. He sighed. He was so jumpy today. He lifted his head and blinked. People were leaving the class. But it wasn't his class. He looked at the clock and his eyes widened. The school day was over. He had slept through it all. And no one had risked trying to wake him. He sighed, leaving the room and heading toward the room where the Newspaper Club was supposed to meet. However, when he arrived, only Gin was there.
"Where's everyone else?" Damon asked.
"Hey, you're out," Gin smiled. "The others are all off dealing with Tsukune's latest problem."
"What problem?" Damon asked.
Gin simply shrugged. Damon sighed, shaking his head and walking away. He was in too much pain to deal with Gin. He sighed, walking toward the infirmary again, only to stop, seeing Tsukune being held by a group of blood-covered students, all of them seeming to be unconscious and completely controlled, judging by the dull, dead look in their eyes and the fact that their movements were jerky and uncoordinated. One had bitten into Tsukune's shoulder, another into his side, and standing a few meters in front of Tsukune was a nurse with her cheeks transformed into some kind of brown, insect-chitin-like substance, and her index finger transformed into a similar claw-like form. However, as soon as he saw her, she swung her hand and that finger shot outward, growing into a spike before driving itself into the right side of Damon's neck, Damon freezing as he felt the searing pain of some foreign fluid being pumped into his neck through the tentacle.
"Damon!" Tsukune shouted. "Not you too!"
"You bitch," Damon growled, pulling the tentacle out and squeezing it hard, the nurse screaming. "That's my jugular. That fucking hurt!" He yanked the tentacle and the nurse shot toward him, his left fist suddenly encased in scales before he drilled his fist into her face, sending her exploding backward into the wall.
"How the hell are you not under my control!?" the nurse seethed.
"Oh, you're still alive?" Damon asked. "I really have gotten weak. And you're awake, too. That's just humiliating. As for your control, you do know what I am, right? Someone as weak-willed as you could never hope to control me."
She snarled angrily. "Fine, then I'll just kill him!"
She sent her tentacle at Tsukune, but Moka stepped into the way, being stabbed in the neck instead, the nurse injecting her with whatever fluid it was as well. As Moka fell, Tsukune pulled her Rosary off, only for her to stand, trembling, and pull her hand back to stab him with a knife hand. However, she froze, the trembling getting worse.
"I...remembered one thing," Moka said, tears running down her face. "I...have to...protect Tsukune...at all costs. So...you have to...run!"
"It's okay," Tsukune smiled. "I won't run. Even if I die, I'll still be your friend."
Moka suddenly stopped trembling, driving her hand into her own side, Tsukune shouting in surprise.
"Good morning Moka," Damon smirked, sensing the shift between the sealed personality and the true personality.
"Thank you Tsukune," Moka smiled. "It seems I had fallen asleep, but your voice reached me even in my dreams. Because of you, I was able to awaken, so thank you." She turned to Damon. "You look like shit, you pathetic newt."
"At least I've never let myself be controlled or put to sleep by a freak like her," Damon countered. "Would you mind, by the way? I'm a bit tired."
Moka nodded and shot forward, ducking under the nurse's tentacle before slamming a kick into the underside of the nurse's jaw, hurling her backward. She crashed into a group of tables, shattering them, and remained there, all of the students she was controlling collapsing. Damon grunted, raising a hand to his neck, grimacing when it came back bloody.
"You got hurt again," Mizore said, walking over to him.
"She caught me by surprise is all," Damon said, as Mizore pressed a bandage to his neck, despite the wound being half-healed already. "That's really not necessary."
"If you lose too much blood you'll take even longer to recover," Mizore said, taping the bandage on.
"Thank you," Damon said. "How're you feeling?"
"Fine," Mizore said.
Several of the academy's security staff rushed into the room, along with real medical staff, beginning to tend to the patients while two of the security staff took the failed assassin, an Outcast Ayashi, into custody. Damon looked over at Moka and Tsukune, as Moka agreed to be friends with Tsukune forever. He wasn't sure when that hadn't been the plan, but he shrugged, walking over to them.
"Tsukune, what the hell did you do to piss off the Outcast Ayashi?" Damon asked.
"I beat one of them while under the effects of Moka's Vampire Blood, so they made an elaborate plan to kill me," Tsukune said quietly. "But when Moka gave me some more of her blood, I...turned into a Ghoul. She almost had to kill me, but someone managed to save me with this." He held up his wrist where he wore a silver chain double-wrapped around his wrist and a small lock with a cross on the face hanging from it.
Damon took a step away from it. "A holy lock, huh? Whoever saved you knew what they were doing."
Tsukune nodded. "Do you know a way to fix it?"
"That depends," Damon said. "Is your head on a spike an option?"
"No!" Moka snapped.
"Then don't take the lock off," Damon said, pulling the bandage off his fully healed neck. "Anyway, I'm going to go and take a nap. See you around Mizore."
Mizore nodded and Damon headed to his dorm, taking a fire shower for a few minutes before getting out and heading to bed.
Damon sighed heavily. Moka hadn't been to school for a few days, and Tsukune's whining was getting to be irritating.
"It's alright," Mizore said from where she was crouched behind a desk. "You have me, right? Isn't it better the way it is, with Moka gone?"
Damon rolled his eyes. "If you would like, I could try a tracking spell to try to find Moka."
"You'd do that?" Tsukune asked hopefully.
"Anything to make you stop whining like a puppy somebody just kicked," Damon said. "But don't ever give me that hopeful puppy look again."
Tsukune nodded.
"Can you do a tracking spell?" Yukari asked. "You're not a witch. You're a Yokai."
"No, I'm a devil," Damon said. "There's a reason early witches prayed to our kind in order to gain their powers before being able to pass them through bloodlines."
He extended a claw, quickly drawing a map of the globe into the desktop, then set his hand on it before raising it, a glowing red circle forming in the air between his hand and the desk. It was a mess of crossing and intersecting lines, along with symbols around the edge of it, and a large one in the center of it. The circle began to spin, only the center symbol remaining motionless, though it began to flash and shift between a variety of different symbols from various languages. Then, finally, the circle shrunk and fell, becoming a spot of light on the desk.
"Found her," Damon said.
"Whoa!" Tsukune said. "That was awesome!"
Damon grunted. "Good news or bad news first?"
"Uh...good?" Tsukune asked.
"She's not too far away," Damon said.
"Bad news?" Tsukune asked.
"You made that face again," Damon said, the light disappearing as he scratched out the map, standing. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to repay a favor."
"What do you mean?" Tsukune asked, only for Damon's feet to grow scales and grow digitigrade, like a dog's rear ones.
Then, Damon turned and sped out of the room in a blur. He sniffed, following Kurumu's scent. The others hadn't noticed her leave the room when he had offered to find Moka, but he did. And since he owed her a favor, the fact that he could smell her fear and anger, letting him know she was fighting, he could repay her now. He kicked the door outward, sending it spinning at an Outcast Ayashi who was in the middle of a conversation with Kurumu, who had her claws extended, and had slashed the hell out of one corner of the roof. The Ayashi spun out of the way, the door spinning off the roof.
"Who the hell are you?" the Ayashi asked. "I'm in the middle of a conversation."
"That is entirely not my problem," Damon said, his feet returning to normal, Damon slipping his shoes back on.
"And here I was just offering to get the fight between Tsukune and the Outcast Ayashi to end," the guy said. "My name's Kiria Yoshii."
"That's nice," Damon said, forming his arms' scales and claws. "I'll be sure to carve it into whatever dumpster I toss your body into."
Kiria huffed. "Here's my offer Kurumu. If you can entertain me, I can let all of you guys off the hook. For example, your friend, Moka Akashiya. I've seen her fight before. She's a vampire, correct? Go meet with her alone. Of course, keep it a secret from Tsukune. She seems rather interesting."
Kurumu's eyes widened and Damon stepped forward, only for Kiria to hold up a hand.
"I'm not foolish enough to fight a fire devil on equal ground," Kiria said. "If it is decided that you are an enemy, I'll deal with you my way."
"Hey you!" Kurumu said, Kiria turning to her. "Are you telling me to sell my friend?"
"Why not?" Kiria asked. "You said you'd do anything for Tsukune, didn't you? I'll be waiting for a good answer, Kurumu."
Then, he turned, leaping off of the building and disappearing into the trees.
"What should I do?" Kurumu asked.
"I don't give a shit," Damon grunted. "You guys' love triangle is your problem. I only came here hoping to repay the favor I owe you. Looks like I'll have to find a better opportunity, though."
"What do you owe me a favor for?" Kurumu asked.
Damon ignored her, walking back inside. However, no sooner had he gotten just outside of the door to the club room did he tense. He could hear them. The thick, unintelligent laughter, the heavy footfalls, Moka's scream. They reeked of body odor and dirt.
"Cyclopes," Damon grumbled, sniffing and picking up a hint of Kurumu's scent with the cyclopes. "Maybe I really will repay the favor today."
He turned, walking into the clubroom, ignoring Tsukune, Mizore, and Yukari, Mizore also ignoring him, then leapt out a window, extending his wings and taking off quickly. he reached a graveyard with a single tree, Moka standing with her back against it and two cyclopes lumbering toward her, Kiria and Kurumu off to one side. However, as one of the two reached for Moka, Kurumu slashed the side of his face with her claws, making him roar in pain, standing up straight and backing away. He ignored Kurumu as she began to give some speech about not changing her feelings, or some such drivel. Instead, he flew at the two cyclopes. One was taller than the other, thin, and had some muscle definition while the other was overweight. Both had legs akin to a goat's hind legs, and the larger cyclops held a massive hammer.
Damon retracted his wings and landed on the skinny one's head drilling a punch into its temple and it crumpled to the ground. As it fell, Damon leapt to the other, flipping and slamming a two-footed drop kick into its nose, crushing it and knocking it out as well. He landed on his feet, just as Kiria turned.
"Please take care of them, you...two?" Kiria stared at the unconscious giants as Damon lifted the hammer, which towered over him, the head alone almost the size of his body. "Well, it would seem you're just determined to interfere. Very well. I know when I'm beaten. I'll leave you all alone for now. You're all lucky you have your guard dog. It's interesting to find a fire devil with friends."
"I don't have friends," Damon said. "I have a list of favors I owe, and I have enough honor to repay them before I turn the world into charcoal."
Kiria hummed thoughtfully. "Interesting. Well, see you around Moka, Kurumu, Damon." He walked away from them, heading down the road and eventually leaving the school grounds.
Damon tossed the hammer aside, the weapon crashing to the ground, then turned, walking back toward school, Kurumu and Moka grabbing his arms and pulling him back into a hug. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Thank you for helping us," Moka said.
"We owe you one," Kurumu said.
"I told you, I'm just repaying a favor," Damon said. "Don't let it go to your heads."
They released him and the three of them headed back to the dorms together before splitting to head back to their rooms.
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