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Black Blood Is Thicker Than Water – Chapter 6: Blood is Wonderfully Decorative

Kitsune's P.O.V

I stood for a moment, gazing at my twin. I knew I was shaking all over; I was scared – Or maybe just weak. It was pathetic, really. Clenching my fists unconsciously, I bit my lip, wondering. And then, acting on a sudden and unexpected rush of adrenaline, I swung a punch at him. He caught it in his fist without even trying. I growled and was about to try and hit him once more…

"Try that again," he muttered, grinning in an insane manner, "And I'll break every single bone in your body."

I didn't reply, kicking out at his legs, and thus causing him to jump out of the way.

He giggled childishly, but in an incredibly creepy way, "Is that how it is?"

He dashed at me with incredible speed, and I dodged just in time, the knife he was holding barely missing my throat. I jumped off the roof, staggering slightly but quickly regaining my balance. He leaped down beside me, aiming for my neck again, but this time it brushed against my skin, and I hissed in pain, trying to ignore it. He wasn't aiming to kill – if he was I'd be dead already – but I really didn't feel like a close encounter with that knife.

"Do you really want to continue this fight?" he asked, still giggling slightly, "I have no desire to harm you…"

I glared at him with all the hate I could muster, but I knew it would be pointless for me to be injured anymore right now. I sighed and turned my gaze to the floor, defeated completely.

"Now, in exchange for my mercy, I need you to do something for me," he purred, tilting my head to face him, "You'll do it, won't you?"

I reached forward and pulled the hood back from his head so I could see him properly. He didn't resist, seemingly contented with his current position. His soft ginger hair was slightly longer than I remembered, just past his shoulders with his fringe falling over one eye - our eyes are exactly the same shade of pale blue. He had quite a girly figure as well, and such a soft voice that even up until a year or two ago people would still get us mixed up. We didn't mind it really, in fact we kind of embraced it – wearing the same shirts and jeans, or even wearing each other's clothes just to confuse people. We'd grown up since then…or maybe we just liked to pretend that we had? Either way, people would be able to tell the difference now…

Ketsueto's P.O.V

She was looking at me again in that way that she had, clearly deep in thought but still vaguely aware of her surroundings. Nobody could read her when she got like this – nobody except for me.

She reached out a shaking hand, and traced one pale finger along the deep scar across the bridge of my nose. Her eyes softened and she looked like she was about to cry, but I could still sense the hatred behind them.

"Don't pity me," I murmured, grasping her hand and entwining our fingers, "It doesn't hurt anymore…"

I'd never seen her look more conflicted, "I hate you…"

Her voice was such a soft whisper, and her tone suggested that she wanted to hate me, but she couldn't. It was all rather endearing from someone who acted so stoic all the time.

"I don't hate you…" I whispered, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug.

She went stiff at first, completely taken aback by my actions, but after a few seconds she collapsed against me, clinging tightly to my shirt.

Her body was warm, and I pressed myself closer to her, knowing that she was wrapped around my finger once again.

"What is it that you wish of me, brother?" she murmured, leaning her head against my shoulder, and speaking formally with as little emotion as possible.

"Not much," I replied, "It's just that I've heard…rumours…that a certain witch has a spy within the Academy. I need you to find out who this is."

She nodded in response, her eyes emotionless, and her expression unreadable.

Releasing her from my embrace, I watched as she stepped back, keeping her eyes locked with mine. She had said that she would obey me but she wasn't beyond betrayal if necessary – such an unpredictable, naive girl.

Raising her left hand in what was clearly a signal of some kind, she murmured, "Now."

I doubled up in pain as I was kicked roughly from behind and stumbled, coughing up blood. Whoever it was that had attacked me had moved back into the shadows – not that I needed confirmation as to his identity.

"How very cunning of you," I complimented him, "I would, however, like to applaud you for noticing his presence, Kitsune."

The shadow darted at me again, but I was quicker this time. Grabbing his leg in mid-air, I threw him will all my power, sending him flying into a wall. He kicked off the wall, lunging with a large dagger, only for me to catch his wrist, and throw him again. This time I knew that he would stay down, hearing the satisfying crack of his wrist breaking in my hand. He was breathing hard, and sitting on the floor, leaning heavily against the wall.

Only now that he was still could I prove my suspicions correct. It figured that he would have been here all along too – he was set on protecting her after all. If only he knew. He was wearing a floor-length black trench coat – now decorated rather prettily with his blood – with a white long-sleeved shirt, ripped jeans and almost thigh-high leather boots. His blood stood out especially well against his pale skin, and his two-toned hair (half black, half white) was still fairly neat despite the fighting. He looked up at me with pain filled blue and red eyes, and struggled to his feet. Even standing slightly crouched over, he was easily four inches taller than me.

"Hunter…" Kitsune whispered, apparently touched by the so called 'heartless' weapon's actions.

He looked at her, "Kitsune," he muttered, his rough but slightly girly voice pained, "Get out of here now."

"No," she insisted stubbornly, "I'm seeing this through for once."

She held out her hand, and he grasped it with a soft sigh, switching quickly to his weapon form despite his injuries. As far as I knew, Hunter was the only weapon aside from Kris who Kitsune could ever wield. His weapon form was impressive as ever; a large, jet black scythe with a jagged, blood-stained blade. Blood was steadily dripping from the blade – proof that he wasn't injured as badly as I had originally thought. The two of them made one hell of a team – especially if Kitsune was angry enough to fight properly, which it seemed she was.

As of that moment, my only option was a strategic withdrawal. None of us really wanted to fight, and it wouldn't be beneficial for anyone to get aimlessly hurt – and besides, they didn't have a chance in hell of catching me.

Kitsune's P.O.V

We watched in silence as Ketsueto fled, Hunter switching back to his human form. Of course my twin would be back, but for now I had more important things to think about. However, my thoughts we interrupted by Hunter collapsing against me.

"Hunter! Are you okay?"

"Yes…" he growled weakly, "…I'll…be fine…"

"You're coming back to the Academy," I informed him in a 'don't-even-think-about-arguing' kind of tone, putting an arm around his waist and letting him lean against me for support.

"Sure…but…do you…even know the way back…?"

Ending fail~! So anyway, I love Hunter and he's officially just surpassed Zurui as my favourite self-created OC ever. The chapter was a bit of a fail – again. And I know that Channon, Lucian and Kris weren't in it – again. But be patient, (you know who you are) in a chapter or so you guys will become THE MAIN CHARACTERS. And yes, that did require capitals.

R & R pretty please?