Wow, things have been hectic lately.

I had my concert, there was a tennis tournament, there is still a tennis tournament, and I have to go cheer on my team mates for individual states.

SO MANY THINGS TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME.

Chapter 7

Powerful Enemies

"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life." ~Winston Churchill

Mursaki noticed early enough that the student's smiles around her were starting to get less polite and more fake. Pushing at the edges, the teeth too white, more time between when they stopped facing her to go about their daily business, still smiling.

Honestly, it was kind of creepy. But it also made her jumpy and overcautious, and like any good target who everybody hates, overcautious is never cautious enough.

She noticed the classic 'tie-your-shoelaces-to-the-desk' trick and before the other guy ever even knew it, he was on the floor with everyone snickering about his mistake.

Reflexes. Murasaki had reflexes, and not to mention, a handy sixth sense of knowing when something is going wrong. Of course, the mobbing with popular blonde girls with huge breasts had failed due to the fact that Murasaki just didn't come out of the stall. Once the first mean girl stepped through the door, she had already vanished into a stall with a book in her face, waiting a good five minutes before they finally left.

She'd hopped over three stuck out feet during lunch time, not a drop spilling from her tray. If she was being perfectly honest, this was actually kind of fun. All of the dirty glares that people were giving her at first gave her a slight chill, but now they almost looked silly.

Grimmjow, the one who was probably pulling the strings in all of this, was probably fuming and raging right about now. The thought of his cool, cocky, face tomato red with steam coming out of his ears made her muffle a giggle into her sandwich, at her usual spot on the veranda.

The classic cucumber-tomato-roast beef-american cheese sandwich. One of her personal favorites. As she finished it with a satisfying crunching sound, the voices started to act up again.

This might not be good.

Is he nearby, Red?

No, he's just prowling the corridors and looking for us. It's funny that his lackeys are smarter than he is.

I beg to differ, Blue. His lackeys are just here to frighten another poor soul.

He can't protect himself. He's weak.

Okay, Red, I get it. But the right thing to do is go and save him, right?

...

RIGHT!?

What are you guys even talking about?

WEREN'T YOU LISTENING!?

Would you kindly be quiet, Orange, for once in your life and just listen!?

BUT PURPLE-

For once, I agree with her. Please, shut up.

She doesn't mean any harm, Orange, she's just trying to quiet you down so I can get a grasp on the situation. Did I mention I have no idea what you guys are talking about?

YOU DID.

That, my dear Orange, was a rhetorical question.

WHAT DOES-

A rhetorical question is a question that someone asks to prove a point, not to get an answer for. So you don't answer it.

OH.

Can you please stop shouting? It's hurting my ears, and my ears don't even twitch at the screams of the damned!

BLACK!

Black!

Black! I haven't seen you in a while.

I've been busy.

Straight to the point, are we now?

As much of an instigator as usual, Purple. I get that you're smart. Now drop it. What's going on? I'm sensing someone in severe emotional pain and I swear it's like skull candy. It's death to my ears~!

I don't know how you make someone's emotional pain sound like a good thing.

I don't either.

Voices adjourned?

Adjourned.

...

Black, you still there?

...Yes. I know who it's coming from.

Who?

That boy you saved last time with me when you first got here. The sniveling one.

Oh. ...There's no chance I could go out and save him, is there?

No there isn't, unless you want the entire school to know that you have voices in your head and that you have alternate personalities that give you special powers.

Right.

Sometimes I wonder if you just might be dumb. Anyway, I'll be going back to my skull retinue. My Dead Vizier is complaining about a broken spine bone. Ugh. Undead these days.

...Right.

Black's voice vanished as Murasaki realized what was going on in the library, and quickly rushed towards the open doors when it slammed shut.

She swiveled around and slammed her back into the now closed doors, watching carefully for who had closed it. Her violet eyes blinked. Once, twice, and then BLUE.

Ah, damn it.

Didn't you say he was wandering around the hallways!?

..Correction, he was.

Somehow he got over here in twenty seconds.

Is he inhuman?

Didn't we already say he wasn't human?

WHAT DOES INHUMAN-

Inhuman means you are not human, or are some kind of mix between something else and human. It is also used quite often for describing something that looks almost impossible to due yourself.

Purple, the human dictionary.

Blue, Captain Obvious.

She tsked. Her voices were of no help today, and the ones who kept silent, namely Red, Yellow, and Green, didn't look like they were visiting either.

Electric blue danced in front of her vision as Grimmjow front flipped from somewhere above her and landed right in front of Murasaki, making her gulp and wonder if there was a way off the veranda.

Shit, there wasn't. They were on the third floor of the school, and the third floor of the school was relatively high up. Breaking bones wasn't high on Murasaki's priority list.

Icy frost sparked and smoked in the form of eyes, ones that blazed with a strange hidden fire in such a cold color.

His muscles languidly folded to let him stand up, his hands in his pockets and a permanent glare in order. He looked like he was seething. Murasaki would have liked to laugh, but in this kind of situation, she found it much easier to shut up and see if she would last to the next minute.

To be honest, she was more afraid for her chastity and less of her life.

He smirked this time, and Murasaki started to repeat OH CRAP in her head, faster and faster as he got even closer, the slinking movement so disturbingly intrusive and -dare she say it- sexy, that she just knew she was sporting a red hot blush.

She thought about racing around him but then thought otherwise. She wasn't that fast.

Grimmjow slammed his arm into the door, the limb a little too close for comfort to her head, a wave of spicy- spicy- something, blowing over her senses as Murasaki sucked in a low breath and tried to sink into the door as he neared even closer to her face, the shocking amount of blue slightly dizzying.

"Hmmm..." He crooned, and Murasaki felt herself go weak at the knees at that purring, alluring, seductive voice, her body begging her to give up and give out.

Saki, something's different about him..

...

Saki?

...

Fine.

Though a little unwilling, Saki let Red take over her soul, the bold, brilliant, and fearless part of herself finding the courage to glare at him, almond eyes turning into a blazing red.

"What, Grimmjow?" She snapped at him, taking the boy aback at her sudden tone, now not afraid to face him head on and crossing her arms, standing up straight and not leaning into the door anymore.

He recovered too quickly, and murmured again in that husky, rough baritone, "I believe you don't have the luxury of snapping at me like that.. Little Tiger."

"I can snap at whoever I want, thanks very much, Grimmy." The accursed nickname almost made Grimmjow start shouting at her, but he still composed himself and whispered to her,

"Look again. Or behind you, I might say." With a slight chuckle, Grimmjow put his hands on Saki's waist, spinning her around to face the clear glass doors.

Looking down, she flinched as she saw the crying, tear-stained face of the boy from before, and the original Saki roared in anger, nearly making Red lose control over the body at such rage.

Red did not feel such emotion at these things, but the overwhelming amount of emotion welling from inside of her triggered something as well. What did they do to him? What were they doing to him?

Red knew with the look on the bully's faces. Channeling as much of her mental will as she could, she forced the original Saki into her realm, not wanting the girl to see what was occurring.

The original Saki protested as much as possible, but soon fell into a fold in her mind, another parallel dimension, and suddenly, she was no longer seeing through the eyes of a normal high school girl, but through the eyes of a valkyrie female, red haired and gorgeous, in a wasteland of icy cold, with fur for clothing and the dead weight of a giant bone sword on her back.

Saki cried tears of betrayal, tears of confusion, tears of wondering why had Red kicked her back into this strange place. It had escalated so quickly from a quiet lunch to a strange realm in Red's body.

She didn't really know what to think. The exhaustion suddenly slammed in the form of nausea and drowsiness, and Murasaki Kagayami, in the form of Red, collapsed into the cold sand.

That may have been a real sudden change from earlier, but please bear with me.

This story will be on hiatus for a while, but it will be updated before September, promise.

I apologize for the wait, this was supposed to be out 2 weeks ago, but I forgot about finals.

Sincerely,

Allora