This work is based (mostly) on the work of Kazuma Kamachi and other writers. A translation from Baka Tsuki was used in its creation and I claim no ownership over their work. Please Read, Review, and Enjoy.


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*BANG*

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"… Those two… are really going at it… aren't they? At this rate… they might end up bringing the whole building down with them before they end up killing each other."

Kamijou stared up at the ceiling, in the relative direction of the fight between Styx and Trisha, with a grimace on her face. Another loud sound rang out through the building, shacking the hallway with the force of the impact of what was supposed to be two different magics.

The magician's prisoner, who had run in the same direction as Kamijou, was bent over double, wheezing from exhaustion, sweat pouring down her red face.

Kamijou silently continued to listen to the sounds of the fight between the two magicians, which began to grow fainter and fainter, as if it was moving farther away. The shaking of the building also began to subside, disappearing entirely after a few seconds.

When there was no longer any indication that the battle was going on, Kamijou sighed to herself in relief, which slowly gave way to the rage that surged forth from the quiet corner of her mind.

"That… Goddamned… Annoying… Bitch of a magician!"

The prisoner jumped up in surprise at the shout Kamijou gave, but the student was so deep into her rage that she didn't even pay attention to what was going on around her.

"What the hell was that idiot thinking?! She brought me all the way here under the pretext that I had you help her out, and then she just ups and starts a fight for no reason, and leaves me without a single idea about what to do! I mean… What in the actual hell am I supposed to do now?! Walk around this place looking for stuff I can't even detect?!"

Kamijou turned to look at the magician's prisoner, who was looking at the student with a mixture of confusion and fear. Kamijou angrily gestured in the direction where the sound of battle, now gone, had been coming from.

"I mean… Come on now! She didn't even run it by me that she was going start a fight, and then she blatantly told me to run away because I was scared? Of course I was scared! I don't do stuff like this every day like she claims to!"

Kamijou put her hands over her face in an attempt to calm herself down, and after that failed she turned to look at the magician's prisoner, who was now looking at the student with an interested gaze. Sighing Kamijou finally addressed the magician's prisoner properly.

"Tell me… do you have to deal with people like that on a regular basis in a cult, or are they all nice and sensible people who keep you well informed about the general plan?"

The magician's prisoner opened her mouth as if she were about to respond to Kamijou, but the second she was about to speak, the girl shut her mouth with a snap, switching her interested gaze to a suspicious glare.

After seeing the change that came over the magician's prisoner, Kamijou sighed and looked up at the ceiling, disappointment evident on her face.

Of course you wouldn't talk to me. If you didn't want to talk after that bitch when she was threatening your life, I doubt you would want to talk to someone who is trying to act friendly.

Sighing to herself again, Kamijou stared at the ceiling intently, as if it would provide her with some sort of clue about what to do next.

Well… I could walk around looking for whatever it was that that bitch was supposed to be finding, but I don't have any idea what it was that she was looking for, or where to look for it, so it would be a gigantic waste of time doing that. Besides, I've got to do something about that idiot's prisoner before…

Kamijou looked back over at the magician's prisoner, who was now looking at the ground, clearly trying her best not to allow herself to slip up again.

"Hey… Can you at least tell me your name, or are you going to remain tightlipped for the entire time we are together?"

The magician's prisoner looked over at Kamijou with a bemused look on her face, clearly confused about what was going coming out of Kamijou's mouth. The student smiled over at the suspicious girl.

"Listen… It's not for the reasons that you are probably thinking about right now. I want to your name so I don't have to refer to you as a prisoner in my head. If you didn't know, it really leaves a bad feeling thinking of someone as a prisoner with no name."

The prisoner again looked at Kamijou with a gaze of curious interest, but gave the student no response other than that. Kamijou sighed after a moment of silent, locked gazes, and returned her gaze to the ceiling.

Well that was utterly pointless. I need to figure out something to do now that that idiot is fighting some other idiot, and I'm no closer to figure something out. What in the world am I going to-…

"You… You aren't a magician… are you?"

Kamijou turned to look at the prisoner, who had just spoken to the student for the first time since meeting each other.

"Are… Are you talking to me? The person who you didn't want to answer a moment ago? Me?"

Kamijou pointed at herself at the end of her questions, still in disbelief that the previously silent prisoner had finally decided to open up.

The unnamed prisoner stared at Kamijou, clearly with a much lowered guard than when she had been with the magician. The black haired prisoner had an obviously annoyed expression over her face as she began to speak again.

"Are you kidding me right now? Who the hell else would I be talking to right now? You are the only person here, and I don't make a habit of talking to myself."

Kamijou blankly stared at the black haired prisoner for a few moments in shock, and sighed in a gesture of disbelief.

I might not be entirely correct in this… but I'm getting the feeling that if those two had actually talked to each other, they would have been great friends.

The student was dragged out of her mental contemplation by the black haired prisoner snapping her fingers directly besides Kamijou's ear.

"Hey! Are you paying attention at all, or are you just pretending just to make me angry?"

Kamijou stared blankly back at the prisoner yet again, and sighed before finally responding to the prisoner.

"No, No. I'm not a magician at all; I'm just a normal everyday student who got roped up into this situation with by that stupid magician."

The prisoner stared at Kamijou for a few seconds, the suspicions she held clear for the student to see. However, after a moment of tense silence, the prisoner sighed aloud and grimaced at Kamijou.

"Well… As unwilling as I am to trust you, I cannot deny that you aren't a magician from the way you act and the general lack of magical air around you."

Kamijou nodded her head in agreement with the prisoner, though not fully understanding what it was that she was agreeing to. After a moment of this, she tried to steer the conversation back onto the course that she had been trying to go down initially.

"So… Since we are now having a conversation finally, could you please give me some sort of name that I can call you? I really don't like referring to you as a prisoner, and would like to change that as soon as possible."

The prisoner looked over at Kamijou with a despondent look, before sighing, slumping her shoulders in a gesture of giving up.

"You… I guess giving you my name wouldn't be too difficult for me to do. If you must refer to me by anything, I guess… I guess the calling me Akemi will do."

Kamijou smiled over at the girl named Akemi, glad that she had finally managed to get something out of the girl. So, emboldened by this, Kamijou pushed forward, wanting to get even more out of Akemi.

"So… is Akemi your first name, your family name, or something else entirely?"

Akemi glared over at Kamijou with a look of pure venom, her annoyance being conveyed by her entire body.

"Do you really think that is important right now?! While you're over there worrying about what my name is, I'm concerned about what is going to happen next!"

Kamijou stared blankly at Akemi, and then sighed in a way that demonstrated her disappointment.

I know that she'll be in danger once that stupid magician gets back, but does she really need to be serious all the time?

Kamijou took one more look at Akemi in disappointment, before sighing yet again and speaking.

"Well then… I guess we are going to have to figure out what to do with you now, aren't we?"

Akemi grimaced at Kamijou, clearly not looking forward to what was going to come next, and shot the student a clear glare of suspicion.

Kamijou reached back and began to scratch the back of her head as her brain slowly worked through the choices available to her.

Well… I could watch over her until the magician gets back, but there is no telling when she'll get done fighting that alchemist and I don't really want to keep her here to begin with. However if I just let her go…

Kamijou gave herself a small smile, and then gestured behind her, the shortest path to the entryway, and escape.

"Well… I guess the best option for me to do is to just let you go… isn't it?'

Akemi looked over at Kamijou in surprise, before gesturing in the direction of the battle between the magician and alchemist.

"Are you certain about that? Wouldn't your friend get angry at you for letting me go?"

Kamijou smiled over at Akemi, continuing to gesture behind her towards the path to the exit.

"Listen… First of all I doubt that you could consider me and that stupid magician as friends in any sense of the word. It could be a problem on my end or maybe even her end, but I really doubt that this will destroy my current relationship with her. So… As long as you don't have a problem with it… Then you can go right now."

Akemi stared at Kamijou with a shocked, suspicious gaze for a few seconds more, as if she was trying to discern the truth to the student's words. As soon as Akemi had finally figured out that Kamijou was not lying to her, the former prisoner smiled at the student.

"Well… I don't think I have a problem with it… So I don't see any reason to stay here… Thank you."

Akemi began to run towards Kamijou, a smile spread across her face the moment that she began to pass Kamijou.

The next moment, when Akemi was barely a step away from Kamijou, a voice began to speak out in a way that could make it heard throughout the entire hallway.

"… Good grief… Really now, do you not have any sense of peril at all… or are you just one of those people that like to live dangerously?"

The next moment, the second that the voice stopped talking, several different things happened at once, so fast that Kamijou barely could keep up with them.

First, from behind her, Kamijou distinctly heard Akemi give off a short, quick surprised noise that was quickly snuffed out by something.

Second, there was a dull, wet sound directly behind Kamijou, one that she did not at first connect to the sound that Akemi had made.

Finally, with a sound of extreme force behind it, Kamijou watched as Akemi shot through her vision, tumbling end over end before landing face up, a sword like object sticking out of the region between her chest and stomach.

Huh…?

Kamijou could only stare at the body of Akemi in a blank faced shock once the body had settled, and couldn't even figure out what had just happened. After a moment, Kamijou could only vocalize what she felt.

"…Wha-… What in the world…?"

Kamijou looked at the body of Akemi that was lying on the ground completely limp, the girl's eyes glazed over in a vacant stare towards the ceiling. The blade that was holding Akemi's body to the ground looked like a large mass of black iron, shaped into the vague shape of a sword, with the shape of a cross carved into it, outlined with white inlays.

Blood was rapidly beginning to bubble out of the open wound, quickly forming a puddle of reddish liquid underneath the girl, and spreading out slowly across the floor.

From behind her, Kamijou could hear a distinctly male voice speak out, a voice that Kamijou could almost swear that she had heard before.

"Oh man… Hear I was hoping that this was going to be easy. Why do I even bother to let that thought cross my mind? This sort of thing is never going to be easy."

Kamijou could hear the male voice sigh in annoyance, before it turned itself towards its next obvious target.

"So… What in the world is your story? How in the world did you end up in this particular situation?"

Kamijou felt a shiver go up her spine as the voice clearly addressed her, but she quickly swallowed whatever fear she felt, and steeled herself to look behind her.

Kamijou slowly began to turn her head, gradually having her gaze fall over the owner of the voice.

As the Kamijou and the owner of the voice laid eyes of each other, both of them let out gestures of surprise, Kamijou a short gasp, and the boy whom she had meet at the fast food restaurant raised his eyebrows.

"… Wait a moment… Aren't you… that girl from the restaurant earlier? The one who was with the perverted blue haired girl and that simpleton of a priest? How in the world did you find your way here?"

Kamijou could only blink her eyes in a shocked surprise as she stared at the white haired boy, not even thinking about anything at all as she did so. The boy had a rather natural expression on his face, a look of pure interest.

The boy stared at Kamijou for a few moments more, before noticing, or perhaps remembering, the body of Akemi which lied on the other side of the student.

"Ah… Well… Sorry about that. I had no way of knowing that we had met before, so I didn't even think about trying to control myself… I hope that didn't leave you with too many mental scars now."

Kamijou continued to stare blankly at the white haired boy who stood before her, acting like everything was perfectly normal, before gritting her teeth so hard that she could audibly hear her teeth grind against each other.

Kamijou reached out to grab the boy by his collar and dragged his face within an centimeter of hers.

"Do you have a malfunction in that brain of yours, or are you just naturally stupid in everything you do!? How… How in the world can you act normally right now!?"

The boy with the white hair looked at Kamijou with a somewhat sad look, before sighing and letting a simple smile cross his face.

"So… The moment you regain some form of your senses, the first you think to do is to launch into a confrontation with me? Don't you know anything about… I don't know… Setting up an atmosphere or something like that?"

Kamijou grasped ahold of the boy's collar tighter in such a way that forced herself to remain in a calm enough state to talk, rather than punch the shit out of the person in her grasp.

"Fuck you and your imaginary atmosphere! How in the fuck can you talk about something so incredibly stupid like that after what you have done?! You think you can get away with killing someone right in front of me and expect me to be okay with it?!"

The white haired boy stared at Kamijou with a surprised raise to his eyebrow, before slowly cracking a smile, and chuckling to himself. Kamijou tightened her grip on the collar of the white haired boy, staring directly into the boy's eyes.

"What the hell is so funny, huh? Do you enjoy killing people or something!? Cause that is the only reason I could think anyone would laugh in this situation!"

The boy reached up and wiped a stray tear from his eyes as he smiled down at Kamijou.

"No… No. I don't get… that much of a thrill out of killing people. It's just… It's just that it is so funny that you actually believe that that girl is dead. That is just hilarious to me."

Kamijou turned around and pointed directly towards the body of Akemi with her left hand, clearly about to start asking questions about how the unmoving body of a girl was anything other than dead, but the second she laid her gaze over the body of Akemi, Kamijou froze in horror.

The white haired boy looked over at Kamijou with a sly grin over his face, obviously waiting for the student to speak.

"So… Tell me. Does that look like a dead person to you, or… is it something else entirely?"

Kamijou did not respond to the obvious bait the white haired boy laid for her, and instead stared directly at the body of Akemi.

Akemi still had a vacant look in her eyes, but those eyes were now looking up at her chest, where the sword like object was still impaling the girl to the ground. Akemi's hands, now stained red from the blood that was still forming a puddle beneath the girl, reached up towards the sword, and, as soon as the girl touched the swords blade, she left a streak of blood across the white of the sword.

As Kamijou stared at the girl who was supposed to be dead with a gaze of unbelief, she heard the boy with the white hair sigh in what could only be annoyance.

"Ah man… This is what I get for prioritizing accuracy over power. Sure being able to hit anything you want is a good idea… but if you lack the power to kill something, then what is the point of trying to hit it?"

Kamijou slowly turned to look at the white haired boy, who was still in her grasp, with a completely blank look, showing no emotion but displaying all the killing intent the girl felt towards the boy at the moment.

The white haired boy met Kamijou's gaze with a smile, a sly grin that would only serve to infuriate all who saw it.

"Well… Don't you agree with me at all? I know you aren't in the business of killing people… but you must see the wisdom of my words in some capacity."

Kamijou heard something within her snap, not knowing whether it was her patience or one of her actual nerves. All she knew was that the next second after she heard the snapping sound, her left fist was sailing towards the boy's face, just waiting to make contact with it.

Despite the fist rushing towards his face, the white haired boy remained quite calm, still slyly grinning down at the enraged student. It was only when the girl's fist was a few centimeters away from his face that the boy's demeanor changed in anyway.

"You know… You shouldn't be so quick to attack someone you don't know… After all… You never know who it is that you might be attacking."

Kamijou shivered as she felt the air change around her, the temperature dropping a few degrees in the space of a second. The white haired boy's expression had not changed at all, yet there was a clear killing aura that hung over the scene now.

At the last possible second, Kamijou ducked down, throwing her punch wide, completely missing the boy. However, the next moment, the sword like object which had been inside of Akemi inhabited the space where Kamijou had been previously.

The white haired boy looked down at Kamijou with the same sly smile he had wearing for a few seconds now.

"Well… I must say you have good instincts for when danger is coming directly at you, but I must also say that you have zero when it comes to judging who is dangerous."

Kamijou barely paid attention to what the boy was saying, jumping back, giving herself a good two meters of space between her and the white haired boy.

Once she was far enough away, she could see the sword like object was floating in the air in front of the boy, blade pointing directly at his heart. After clicking his fingers in a dramatic fashion, the boy smiled as his sword spun around into his hand, where he then pointed it at Kamijou.

"Now then… I guess I'm going to have to say this just so that I can at least try to be diplomatic… but will you get out of my way so that I can kill that girl? It will only be a few seconds of everyone's time, and after I am done, then everyone can be on their way."

Kamijou could only shiver in fear at the cold, killing aura that was oozing through the hallway and making her heart nearly stop in terror. However, the terror passed in a second, and Kamijou grit her teeth and glared over the white haired boy.

"Are you a fucking idiot or something?! Who in the world would let someone kill people when they had a chance to stop them?!"

The white haired boy could only sigh in a defeated manner, before continuing the sly grin at Kamijou.

"Well… I didn't really expect you to answer in a favorable manner, but then again, I should never expect things to go my way."

The white haired boy sighed yet again, and then all traces of the sly grin disappeared from his face, leaving what could only be called a cold, calculating stare.

"Don't cry to me if you die now… because I gave you your chance."

The next moment, the boy charged directly at Kamijou, with a flash of his sword signaling the beginning of his attack.