Droite's POV

I awoke with a start. There was an aching pain in my abdomen, but I ignored it as I looked around. I was laying on a king-sized mattress in the middle of a store aisle that had tons of blankets at each end, apparently making the entrances. Raising one of my eyebrows, I sat up, wincing slightly. I looked down at my shredded shirt and tank top to see the stitches on my stomach. I mentally rolled my eyes; They actually care enough to sew me up? Wow, I'm soooo touched. (Sarcasm intended.)

Slowly and quietly, I slid out from under the thin sheets and touched my bare feet to the floor. I looked around some more, because I really needed a new outfit. I walked around for a bit, inspecting the shelves, until I found what I supposed must have been an odd product inside this store. It was a skirt that was slit on the right side all the way to the waist part of it. I took the article of clothing into my hands, then hurriedly took off my old jeans and replaced them with the skirt. It showed off my thin legs, and where the slit was it showed a bit of my thong string, but I don't really care. I could look like a hooker, for all I care.

I walked out what I supposed was the rear of the aisle and into the large Dairy/Meat section of the store. There wasn't much as food to salvage there, just a bunch of random papers stuffed into the freezer things, I guess for insulation of some sort. With slow movements, I slowly stalked over to a pile of weapons stored in a corner. The amount of weapons held there just blew my mind; there were so many that the pile was almost as tall as me. I wonder how long it took to gather all these.

While I pretty much drooled because of the weapons, I spotted a uniform shirt that looked to be my size. It was the third year female uniform shirt for Heartland High. I grabbed the thing, taking off my shirt and tank top in the process, then replaced them with the uniform shirt. It fit perfectly, which surprised me. Once I got everything figured out, I turned towards the weapons.

Time to get the hell out of here.

I grabbed a large shotgun, checked it for ammo, then strapped the thing to my back. Then I grabbed belt holster for handguns and strapped it to my waist, checked the handguns the same way I did the shotgun, then put them in the holster. Grabbing two katanas in their sheaths, I strapped them in an X over the shotgun, then tested to make sure they were secure.

There was footsteps behind me, and I swung around to see that it was that brat Yuma and his girlfriend Kotori. Yuma's eyes were blazing with hatred while Kotori just looked at me in fear.

"WHO THE HELL LET DROITE IN HERE?" Yuma yelled, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes, glaring back at him.

"Hi to you too, you little piece of shit," I said, then looked at Kotori. " And your low-life whore."

Kotori stared at me while Yuma just fumed. "What did you call her?!"

"I called her a whore," I said, smirking. "Although, maybe she should be called something else..."

Yuma growled while Kotori looked like she was unnerved by what I said. "Why you little-!" Yuma ran toward me, hands poised so he could punch me.

He didn't even get the chance.

When he was about to hit me, I grabbed one of the pistols from the pile, gripping its muzzle, and hit Yuma in the temple with the butt of the gun. He went to the ground, gripping his head. Kneeling down, I hooked my left hand around his neck and stood, lifting the teen off the floor by his neck. He clawed at my hand, trying to get loose, but my hand tightened.

Kotori came running at me, but I whacked her with the pistol's butt in the ear. When she crumpled to the ground, I kneed her hard in the face while she went down, sending her to the ground on her back.

"That why you never, ever mess with your sister's killer," I cackled, chucking Yuma to the ground next to his girlfriend. The two were groaning and gasping in pain, Yuma chocking on his breath while Kotori tried to keep her broken nose from bleeding too much.

"Where's that cheer I saw when I dueled you, hmm?" I taunted, smiling. "Where's that spirit of yours? Did it die when your sister died? Was she your main purpose to fight?!"

"Don't talk about her!" Yuma yelled, struggling to glare at me.

I didn't stop. "Akari was your sweet, precious older sister. Now she's gone. Now you don't have anyone nagging you to find a story. You have nobody!"

Yuma looked up at me, tears welling in his eyes. I just smiled as wide as I could.

"What's going on?" I heard Gauche's voice. He came through one of the aisles and looked over at the scene I created. A few of the others (Kaito, a girl I didn't recognize, Ryoga, and Michael) came out behind him, all staring in the same direction. They came over, Kaito and the white-haired girl kneeling next to Yuma and Kotori, while Gauche and the others proceeded to stare at me angrily.

Gauche stepped forward, glaring strongly at me. "We leave you alone for ten minutes, and you end up hurting someone! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I smirked. "I'm crazy, unstable, and psycho," I said, flipping some of my hair. "Maybe you should keep me on a leash, Master."

This only made him more pissed at me. "We should've never contacted you! You're just a monster!"

"Nice of you to finally notice," I said, crossing my arms with a satisfied smile. "It was that moron's-" I gestured to Kaito "- mistake to get me."

When Gauche decided to throw some more insults at me, a familiar sound caught my attention. MY eyes widened when I finally figured out what the hell it was.

Extremely fast and short gasps.

The Erasers were here.

"We need to get out of this place!" I yelled, looking around. Gauche and the others stared at me. "Erasers! They found this place!"

"I knew something like this would happen!" Kaito said, him and the white-haired girl helping Yuma and Kotori up, respectively.

Ignoring him, I looked at Gauche. "Do you guys have a large vehicle around here?"

He nodded. "Yeah, we have a tour bus in the back." He then caught on to what I was thinking. Turning towards the others, he started giving out orders. "Everyone, wake up the others and grab as much supplies as you can! Kaito, Chaos, you take Yuma and Kotori to the bus." Gauche turned to me. "Help me get the weapons inside."

I nodded, grabbing as many weapons as I could before following Gauche out into the large alley. The black and silver tour bus barely fit into the alley, and getting to the doors with so much luggage proved difficult. I helped my former partner load the weapons into the bus, which took a full three trips back and forth, before we started helping all the rest of the others get stuff onto the bus.

It was about twenty minutes before everyone toppled aboard the bus. I stayed outside, standing in front of the bus, my back towards it. I held both katanas, unsheathed and glorious metal glittering slightly in the dim light. Black rain dirtied my hair, pouring and dripping down my body.

"Droite!" I heard Kaito yell from the bus. "Are you getting on or what?"

"No." I yelled back. "I'm going to lead you guys out of here."

I heard Gauche tell Kaito what the plan was, and I could sense that both of them, even though they hated me, were unnerved by what I had told them. I could care less, though; I was just going to help them out of this mess and then I was going to disappear.

Slowly, I started walking forward, hearing the tour bus creep forward behind me. It took a while to get to the open end of the alley, but when we got there, my heart started to flutter in fear.

There were hundreds of Erasers clawing at the front of the store. As I lead the tour bus out, and it started to turn to head down the street, the Erasers heard the engine and came towards us.

"Go!" I yelled, smacking the door of the bus. I leaped forward, intercepting the horde. Slicing and cutting, I kept my eye on that bus. It wasn't moving; rather, the engine was revving much too high. My heart sunk slightly, but I didn't know why.

Kaito then leapt out out of the bus, holding a long sword. He cut through the horde towards me, running as fast as he could. Once he manged to get to me, and we were standing back to back, I glared over my shoulder.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled, continuing my battle. "You're going to get killed!"

"I know that!" He said, gritting his teeth as he slammed his sword into an Eraser's neck. "But I figured you needed help-"

"Help?" I yelled in disbelief. "I don't need your help!"

"You're thinking like I used to," Kaito stated. "You really have changed."

"No shit Sherlock!" I said.

There was a roar of an engine in the distance. I thought it was the tour bus, but when I looked towards the tour bus, it was still sitting like a duck. It was then that I realized that there was something else coming, and it was bad, whatever it was.

I grabbed Kaito and dragged him to the alley. I covered his body with mine, pressing myself against him in the process. He stared at me as I pressed our foreheads together.

"Don't get the wrong idea," I murmured. "I'm just making sure your head doesn't get hit by anything."

"O-Okay, then..." He said, blushing slightly. We both watched as a large SUV barreled through the horde of Erasers, then swerved into the side of a building. Instantly, it exploded, sending debris scattering. A piece of shrapnel came flying at us, and I locked my arms around both mine and Kaito's heads to guard our noggins. The metal cut my arm as it whizzed by, causing me to groan slightly.

Once I was sure everything was safe, I let go of Kaito, who know looked a little goofy at the moment, and went to look to the tour bus. Gauche was standing out side the doors, looking at me. Between us was a line of Erasers that had caught on fire and were now trying to figure out how to move.

"Where should we go?" He yelled, beginning to back up towards the bus.

"At the pier!" I answered back. "There's no Erasers there, so it's safe!"

"What time?"

"Just wait 'til we get there!" I yelled. Gauche nodded, then rushed back inside. He finally got the bus moving and took off.

I ran back to Kaito. He looked at me. "We're going to have to run for it, okay?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay, well, let's go!" I took his arm and ran away from the Erasers.


Well, this has certainly turned odd for our people. There's definitely gonna being some tension (both emotions and sexual) between Kaito and Droite as they try to get to the pier. I wonder what I'll be able to cook up next. :)

Sorry for the wait, tho. School is being an ass at the moment. Eheheh. Oh, well. The life of a teenage authoress. XD

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