FYI, the FULL title of this chapter is "The Majestic Third-Years - Part 1". The only reason it's abbreviated is because of FanFiction's technical restrictions.


"So," Arnold asked the wounded punk, "wanna call it quits? Or keep going?"

"The HELL I'll quit," Satellite groaned as he got up and wiped the blood off his face. "I will NEVER lose! Nor will I let ANYONE order me around!"

"Keep going? Okay."

Satellite glared at his scythe-wielding opponent for a few seconds, then charged at him with another Accel Turn...

*SWIPE*

...but slashed at nothing as Arnold used Double Accel Turn to keep up with the Untouchable King's speed; two of Arnold's afterimages popped up right behind the Pandora punk...

*SLASH*

...and sliced at both his chest and his back, revealing Satellite's manly pecs that were covered in blood. "GAH! WHERE ARE YOU, YA CUNT?!" Satellite screamed.

"...Right behind you!"

*BAM*

"AH!"

Arnold struck Satellite in the back of the head and onto the ground.

As Satellite painfully got back on his feet, he felt the blade of Arnold's right up to his neck.

"Now then," whispered Arnold, "there are two words, just TWO words, that I want you to say. If you say those two words I'm thinking of in the proper order, then I'd be willing to forgive you for actions..."

"...…...FUCK Y—"

*SLASH*

*SPRAY*

"*GARGLE*" Dropping his Nova Blood long sword, Satellite quickly grabbed his neck as he felt it being swiftly cut by Arnold. "*GARGLE* *GARGLE* *GARGLE*" Losing blood instantaneously, Satellite collapsed.

Arnold smirked as he watched Satellite lay there motionless in a pool of blood. "Hey, Creed, I'm all done."

"Not to condone the punk's actions," Creed said as he stood over Ra's' unconscious body, "but don't you think that was a little too brutal?"

"'Brutal'? Isn't it our job to uphold the dignity of upperclassmen?"

Alessandro stood over the bloodied punks body. "Alright, Satellite L. Bridget, I REALLY need you to think about your next move. We TRULY don't wanna be held as cold-blooded murderers, punk! It's not too late to apologize for what you did." He knelt down to look at the Pandora punk's medium-blue eyes. "Just say you're sorry, and we'll help you and your friends reach the infirmary. To top it off, we'll even say you and your friend were mortally wounded while trying to protect your Limiter from being abducted and raped by thugs...maybe you'll get out of all the deep-shit you're in...so what's it gonna...oh, wait! That's right! You can't speak with an open throat, can you?"

Though weak and bruised and barely able to speak, Satellite managed to garner enough strength to move one of his arms...and give Alessandro the middle-finger...right in his face.

"ARRGH!"

*STOMP*

Enraged, Alessandro stomped his foot on the Pandora punk's head, crushing his skull. "FINE! Creed! Arnold! Remove and destroy all his Stigmata!"

"What?!" Creed and Arnold gasped at the same time.

"You got a problem with that?"

"Actually, YES, we do!" said Creed.

"If we destroy the Stigmata of lowerclassmen, we could be expelled, ALL of us," warned Arnold.

"I DON'T CARE! This punk crossed the line!" Alessandro angrily pointed to the defeated Untouchable King. "We must do whatever it take to uphold the upperclassmen code of Genetics! Even at the risk of expulsion! DO IT! NOW!"

As Alessandro continued arguing with her accomplices, Satellite continued to lay in the pool of his own blood. Formerly seen as a sadistic outlaw, he appeared to be a terrified little baby begging for his mother's love and protection. "...I...I...I lost..."

"I thought you promised that you would never lose, Lite," whispered the mysterious voice of his...

"Mummy?"

End


Cast:

Noelle Alongrutch: Yuri Amano (Japanese); Linda Leonard (English)