Ablaze II: The Witch Hunt
Chapter 4: WitchHunter
As Kazuma turned down the hallway, he saw the door to Ayano's room open. A rectangle of light cut in two as a small person walked out. Ren shut the door behind him, turned and walked away. From a distance, Kazuma saw his expression. It seemed wonderous, excited and at the same time, it looked concern. Earlier he had seen traces of the same expressions in his face when he went to pick the pair up. The only difference between them then, was that Ayano looked even more concerned than Ren. It seemed about the right time for finding out just exactly what was going on. A current of air swept under his feet puling him into the dark shadows of the sky.
Ren wandered down the corridors towards his room. A cool autumn breeze rustled his blonde hair through the darkness. Ren thought back to what he had discussed with Ayano. She'd tried to summon the flame a few more times when they got back but it seems she couldn't. Instead, Ren told her to get some sleep, and that she was tired. He also decided to check the library tomorrow. The green flame that had saved him seemed to have brought up a curiousity in him like never before. Maybe it was his mystery-loving nature. Something about there never being a green flame in the history of the Kannagi he knew intregued him. If he looked further back, maybe he could find it. "I wonder what it's called." Ren mummbled, lost in deep throught.
"Wonder what's called what?" A voice grumbled from behind him. Ren startled, leaping back towards the wall.
"Kazuma!" Ren exclaimed, seeing the dark hair and eyes under the covered of the shadow. "W- What are you doing here?" Ren stuttered, feeling flustered and panicked. He promised Ayano he wouldn't tell anyone about her green flames; not the Kannagi's, or Jugo, and definately not Kazuma.
"It's called eavesdropping," Kazuma shrugged, rolling his shoulders bag with his hands stuffed in his pockets. An intimidating stare gleamed from his eyes onto the small boy, looking utterly merciless. "And I'd like to know what exactly I'm hearing."
"I- I don't think you're hearing anything." Ren muttered, his voice shaking with panic.
"Oh, is that so?" Kazuma hummed, gradully closing the distance between them. Ren's mind was spinning in circles; What should he do? He can't run away, he can't talk himself out of it, and Kazuma can tell when he's lying. Should he just tell him? No, he can't; he'd made an important promise to Ayano. So what does he do?
Kazuma's eyes pounded on the pressure, making Ren's knees weak and shaky. He quickly squeezed his eyes shut and buried his chin into his chest. If he doesn't look, maybe it won't be as bad. All he can do is say nothing.
Kazuma stopped and stared down at the blond boy. All his muscles had tightened up, his neck curled inwards, his eyes squeezed shut. It seemed he wouldn't be able to scare or intimidate Ren into telling him. He didn't want to do it at first, thinking he didn't want to scare his little brother, but he was still surprised he didn't give up and tell him. It was the same as when he picked them up from the job earlier; he'd lied then. Obviously he was able to tell. It was a pretty good lie, but unfortuantely Ayano gave it all away which made Kazuma suspicious. What was he hiding for her? He needed to know. He'd just have to try a different approach.
A long sigh escaped Kazuma's lips. He slouched against the wall besides the young Kannagi. Cautiously, Ren opened his eyes one at a time, and they fell onto the brother who stood casually besides him. The atmosphere had shifted; it's heavy weight had relaxed and lightened considerably, but something still held it knotted together tightly. "Ren," Kazuma grumbled, his hand raking through his hair. "I know you and Ayano are hiding something from me." Ren's heart skipped a beat, frightened that Kazuma might possibly have figured it out. But he couldn't be sure, so he remained quiet. "I don't think you know this but, there's something different about Ayano. She's not like any normal Kannagi either." There it went again; Ren's heart thumping wildly in his chest. Had Kazuma really figured it out? He shifted his position so he leaned over the small boy. But this time, his eyes were soft and a little...vulnerable. "I think what you're hiding from me could be dangerous for Ayano. So, help me out, Ren? For Ayano's sake."
Ayano let her head fall back onto her bed. She had a headache and was too tired to go to the medical room and take a pain killer. Although, she could be sure that Kazuma would be around somewhere, ready to ambush her when possible. A small groan came from her lips, as she picked her head up again. Honey-gold eyes looked down at her pale palms and thought. When her and Ren had came back, they'd tried and tried to summon the green flames again but couldn't in the end. She hadn't realized how much energy it took out of her until she got home. She examined her hands on closer inspection and thought back to the Yohma attack. What was that flame? It seemed to have some kind of poisonus property, as it seemed to spread across that Yohma like a disease until it crumbled to dust. There were too many questions for one night's worth of thinking, and not enough answers. So she gave it up and got changed for the time being.
Just as she was about to slip under her cool inviting duvet, her door slammed open. Ayano leapt back, ready for an attack as Kazuma came flying through the door with Ren in tow, marching straight up to the red-headed girl. Ayano backed up into the wall, and a hand came crashing down next to her. "K- KAZ-" Ayano was ready to shout, but Kazuma cut in before she finished.
"Green flame." He said shortly. Ayano gasped, staring into his dark eyes that told her everything.
"W- What are you talking about?" Ayano chuckled, turning to spin out of his grasp. Another hand slammed onto the other side of the wall. His dark eyes bore into Ayano like knives in butter. The atmosphere changed to stone, crushing anything and everything underneath it. Golden eyes stared up at his in disbelief and panic.
"I know everything, Ayano." He whispered deliberately quietly. There was no escaping it, Kazuma had found out and it was the end of everything. He'd tell Jugo and she wouldn't be allowed to leave the house ever. And never be able to do anything. Her eyes fell down his face, slowly onto her wooden floor. A shadow crossed and fell over her eyes behind a viel of red hair. A thick silence came and stayed, and everyone remained completely still.
"What do you know!" Ayano suddenly snapped, catching both boys off guard. As Kazuma dropped his guard, Ayano pushed him back. "I'm the one whose like this! I'm the one with the weird flames! I'm the one who got caught up in that kidnapping! You don't know anything." Hot tears burned from her eyes, as all the fustration burst from her lungs. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" She screamed. Her knees collapsed underneath her and she fell into a sobbering heap on the floor. Kazuma stood frozen. His eyes stared straight at the wall in front of him. The image of her face, her tears, and her eyes were ingrained into his vision. A cold, sharp pain caught his throat, and crushed his heart. He really didn't understand, but more acurractely, it was the fact that he didn't even try. All that time he had been obsessed with protecting her that he hadn't even realised what it was doing to her. He had been so stupid.
"I've had enough." Ayano muttered, staggering to her knees and then up to her feet. "I've had enough."
Slowly, Ayano's feet dragged across the floor as she moved forwards. She didn't even turn her eyes as she moved passed the frozen wind mage and Kannagi boy, disappearing out the door. She hung her head low, and didn't look back.
"Ayano!" Ren leapt back to life, leaping out the doorway after her. But it was too late; she was gone. "Ayano wait!" Ren yelled, running off aimlessly into the cooridors after her.
Kazuma was left alone in the room, stood still. "Ayano..." he muttered softly.
The tide of the channel swept softly back and forth, rushing against the concrete walls. Small waterlife swam under the surface, as seabirds dove to pick at their prey. The soft rush of the city resounded behind her, blocked out by the docking's moving boats. Big ones, little ones, wide ones, narrow ones; so many different boats. "Boats..." Ayano muttered. "I'm looking at boats." Her eyes glared at the boat with resentment. "Why am I looking at boats?" She growled again in her monotone voice. She'd ran away like an idiot. Of course she meant everything she said, but she also ran away...in her pijamas...like an idiot. It gnawed at her endlessly, reminding her of her embarrasing out burst. All the pent up fustrations came bubbling out of her, and once they did she couldn't stop it. Then somehow she had ended up at the docks and calmed down. She was in the period of reflecting shamefully on what she had done. It was down the rabbit hole for her... Jugo was so going to end her social life. If of course her pink pijamas with little blue love hearts on them didn't first. "What have I done?" Ayano grumbled disheartenly.
"More than you remember." A sharp cold voice suddenly spoke behind her. Ayano spun on her heels, watching the shadows slowly receed back across his tall body.
"Who are you?" Ayano muttered.
Kazuma sat casually on the roof above the front gate to the Kannagi house. Autumn breezes stirred the fallen leaves, brushing through his soft hair. Dark skies loomed up above with small twinkling stars scattered across them like glitter. Brown eyes fell over onto the grand estate where the Kannagi's were stationed. Some lights lit up behind the paper thin walls, most darkened. Light spilled out from the kitchen door where Kazuma could smell the kitchen staff cooking late food for arrivals. He assumed Isabella had switched shifts and gone to bed. But that wasn't always the case; She'd fixed him up some delicious late night snacks after work with Ayano, advising he shouldn't tease her so much.
It was funny looking in hindsight; He'd left the house swearing he'd hate the Kannagi's forever. It didn't work out as he thought it would, mostly to the work of a single red headed girl. A weak chuckle escaped his lips, as his mind wandered. Everything he had just before he came back, was pretty much nothing. Tsui Ling's death had hit him hard, and he thought nothing could replace her. But there she was; Ayano. She was hot headed, agressive, tempromental, confrontational, passionate, exciting, beautiful... Kazuma's mind slowly to a stop. She was nothing like Tsui Ling. Yet, danger followed Ayano like a shadow.
His memory recalled the dark night he was searching for Ayano two and a half months earlier. That night he had found himself on a rooftop, thinking just like he was at the moment. Deep thinking Ayano was never accurate. There wasn't many words to describe Ayano perfectly; she was someone you had to feel. Kazuma had felt her loud and clear. He'd felt her burst of emotion in her room; the anger, fustration and loneliness. It probably wasn't completely his fault, but Kazuma felt enough guilt to make up for everyone else.
"Ayano..." He uttered slowly, closing his eyes. 'Ayano has the pure power of the fire spirit.' Jugo's words recited in his mind. After that conversation with Jugo a long time ago, he refused to elaborate. There were so many questions brought up about it in Kazuma's mind. What did Jugo mean by that? To have the pure power of a spirit is a contractor term. Did that mean Ayano was a contractor? But it couldn't be true, if she was, she'd know about it. But what about her eyes? Images of the Konishi house passed by his closed eye lids. Ayano's golden eyes burning a dark, empty crimson.
Suddenly, Kazuma's thoughts were cut off by the sound of a fast approaching car. A large black van came to a screech outside the house before Kazuma could sit up. As he did, he noticed the black skid marks burned into the pavement, leading to the big construction van sat at an angle across from where Kazuma sat. All his guard shot up. Brown eyes cautiously watched the van, waiting for the people inside to step out. Alert in his mind were screaming suspicion and Kazuma decided to listen to them. But as the moment went on, and on, a heavy silence seemed to fall.
Finally after a few minutes, the slowly click of the van door echoed in the fragile silence. Kazuma's guard peaked higher, his eyes as vigilant on a hawk, watching the black door slide open.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET OFF ME, IDIOT!" A voice screeched. Every sense in Kazuma was shot in shock. He froze, staring dumbfounded at the van. He was vaguley aware of the lights switching on in cannon behind him. But as he slowly recognised the voice, a daunting sickness set in, one far too familiar.
Red hair appeared from the shadow of the van. Pink fabric with blue love hearts appeared next. And golden eyes narrowed in a sharp glare. "AYANO!" Kazuma barked launching down to the ground. Ayano turned around with her eyes full of innocence and care free irritation. She struggled against her caputurer; large body, dressed in black with a balaclava pulled over his face.
"Oh, hey Kazuma." She greeted a little too casually. "One sec, let me deal with these freaks!" As she turned sharply on the man, Kazuma recognised a peice of his nightmares. Ayano's hands were bound behind her back with cuffs. But not any cuffs; Magic cuffs.
"AYANO WAIT!" Kazuma snapped lurching forwards. A second later, his body was floating mid air. He crashed against the concrete with enough force to crack the floor.
"KAZUMA!" Ayano screached in shock.
A tall slender figure leaned over his body. One thin leg pressing down on his chest. Long platinum blonde hair spilled from his pony tail down his long back. Ice tips stroked his waist, brushing the tip of the katana blade sheethed in his belt. A long white cloak wrapped around his torso, drifting down to the ends that wavered in the breeze.
Brown eyes blurred and shook, his body reeling from the shock. Kazuma quickly forced them to focus, setting his eyes on something he wished he didn't. A sharp blade of light leapt across the frame of the glasses, balanced on the shadowed thin face. "You." Kazuma hissed. Two thin fingers pushed the bridge of the glasses up the bridge of his nose, letting darkness receed from his face. Light bounced of the glasses, sheilding his eyes. His face was all sharp angles, his nose and ears curving into points. His jaw was hard and narrow, with a sharp chin ending his long face. Everything about him felt cold.
"Kazuma Yagami." He countered, his voice plain, monotone and disinterested. However, Kazuma could sense the bloodthirst dripping from his disinterested attitude. He wasn't caring much for him; Alive that is, dead was a different matter entirely.
Kazuma grabbed the man's foot and volted his lower body up. A foot came crashing lighting fast to his glass covered face, as his leg was pulled underneath him. Quickly, the man reacted, moving just little enough to feel the graze of kazuma's shoe. He landed on his hands and sprung into a backflip to stand. Kazuma twisted his body following the force of his leg to stand.
Ayano's golden eyes couldn't even follow it happen. It was as fast like lightening. One second the man stood above Kazuma, the next they stood meters apart from each. One thing she did realise, was that Kazuma was angry. But not just any old angry, Kazuma was absolutely furious. Small flecks of hot raging crimson bled into his eyes. They locked onto the other man with pouring the bloodlust. Kazuma was on the verge of tearing the man apart.
"Kaz-" Ayano called out but Kazuma's voice broke snapped back at her too fast.
"AYANO DON'T YOU DARE USE YOUR MAGIC!" He yelled. Although his eyes weren't on her, she felt the full force of his words. Kazuma wasn't one to shout at her in such a way. She stared at him, too shocked for words.
"I wouldn't recommend interfering with my job, Yagami." The glasses man advice bitterly, his eyes still on Kazuma.
"If your job was to make her remember why bring her here?" Kazuma retorted. Azure blue burst forwards through his eyes like a bright summer sky. They faded into an after image as he disappeared out sight. Sudden winds blundered through the air like a storm. They crashed and burst against the man who seemed to flickered as wind charged forwards. Ayano's eyes moved backwards and forwards trying to follow whatever was happening. But it was futile. They moved faster than her eyes could follow. Black winds began to stain the air as it grew and grew with Kazuma's increasing fustration.
There was a soft muttering whispering through the air. A sonic boom exploded. Wind dissolved into breezes, and Kazuma layed unconcious against the concrete. "KAZUMA!" Ayano screamed. "Enriaha! COME FORTH!" She screamed. But nothing happened. No sword, no flames, no magic. Absolutely nothing. "What?" Ayano growled. "Why's this happening? Enriaha! DAMMIT! I NEED YOU Enriaha!" Ayano called, but no matter how much magic she tried to summon, nothing happened.
"So the anti-magic cuffs didn't resurface her memories." The man observed, slowly taking long strides towards her. Ayano noticed him coming, broke free of her capturer and leapt back.
"Get away from me!" Ayano hissed, her golden eyes snapping narrowly on him.
"AYANO!" A pair of familiar voices screamed. Ren and Jugo stood under the gate, staring at her with pale white faces. But something didn't sound right. It sounded like they were speaking from really far away, although they were only about ten meters away from her.
"FATHER, REN!" Ayano called to them with relief. But their faces showed none of the sort. They look horrified and shocked. "Wha-"
Ayano's knees collapsed underneath her as she teetered forwards. Black blurrs fluttered across her vision. The back of her neck throbbed, the wind rushed out of her lungs, and her bones shook. Ayano dropped against the concrete, her arms locked behind her back, unable to cushion the fall. Her burning neck crained upwards, looking towards the gate. Ren and Jugo just stood where they were, watching. Kannagi's gathered around behind them, watching with furious faces. Jugo's arm was cast out to the side of him, barking at some people to disappear. His voice sounded quiet and drowned out, like he was on the other side of a glass window trying to talk to her...glass window? Then she noticed. Ren's arms pushed against something in front of him. His skin sponged out against its solid surface, his crys and calls drowned behind it. "A barrier?" She wheezed.
"The second one revives." The man cooly spoke above her with a voice as sharp as glass. His glass-covered eyes fell onto the staggering body of Kazuma. Crimson eyes of fury burned through the dark veil of brown hair shadowing his face. They were boiling with fury, like demons were set alight in his eyes.
" Let. Her. Go." He slowly growled. Winds stirred restlessly around his feet, ready to sharpen for an attack at any moment. His sight had a target; the man in white. And they were locked onto him like steel. Nothing else mattered to it but him.
"No." He defied daringly, as if pushing Kazuma to try an attack. Ayano slowly rolled to her knees, swaying back and forth. Her golden eyes locked on Kazuma. His black boot lifted his foot, moving it forward in a large, threatening step. The concrete shivered under the force, suddenly seeming so fragile and delicate. Something twitched in the glassed man's face as his fingers twitched at his side.
Just as Kazuma lifted his next foot, the man's hand lurched forwards.
Clumps of red hair twisted in his fist. Ayano let out a screech and was dragged back to her feet. Instantly she began struggling in his grasp. Locked arms thrusted her shoulders back and forth. Legs swung blindly behing her expecting to hit something solid. Her head twisted and shook, trying to tear her hair out and escape. "GET OFF YOU ME YOU IDIOT!" Ayano squawked. It took less than three seconds for the man to have had enough. In a swift blur of his leg, Ayano's knees leapt forward, collapsing beneath her.
"Those cuffs aren't the only way to get her to remember." The man hissed bitterly, drawing his hand behind his back, inside his cloak. A shining silver dagger appeared as his hand returned. Carefully, he set the blades cool edge against the cold nape of her neck. "Remember what happened last time, Yagami." The man purred, dipping the point of the blade against her pijama shirt. The fabric cut effortlessly down her neck, over her collar bone. It removed just enough to show the long scar down her neck.
"K- Kazuma..." Ayano muttered, her eyes wide and glued to the silver blade stroking her skin.
"Let go of her." Kazuma growled, his voice was quiet but bloodlust was bursting from him in waves.
"Do you know who I am?" The man asked, sounding genuinely amused.
"What?" Kazuma snapped, his back stiffening.
"I said; Do you know who I am?" Her repeated. A moment of silence came and waited, offering a reply from nothing to the man. "I am Signat IV. It means Exorsist in latin."
"So what?- You're an exorsist. It still doesn't explain why you're here." Kazuma growled back. It was easy to see the pulsating twitch in his muscels. He strained to hold himself back, to stop him from letting Ayano get hurt. But all he wanted to do was show 'Signat' a world of pain, worthy for his crime of trying to hurt the people he loved.
"I hunt Yohma. But I am not an exorsist. The name is only as it is; a name. Truthfully, I am a witchhunter." Signat explained, a small twitch of a smile pulling his straight face, heating his ice eyes with sickening warmth.
"Witch...hunter?" Ayano weazed. Something clicked in the back of her mind, something she recognised, something she had forgotten.
"Yes. I'm from the family of Witchhunters; Mortes." The whispered in her ear. His cold lips brushed hers and licked themselves, savouring the bitter sweet taste of his next words. "The same people who killed your mother."
Ayano froze. Her stare went limp and lifeless. Her struggling stiffened. Her breath caught in motion. "W...What?" She barely whispered.
"Ayano!" Kazuma yelled. His body was already in motion, storming forwards with the might of hell. The clatter of the dagger resounded against the pavement. Signat disappeared from behind Ayano. A fraction later the wind around him was slices in two by a glowing white blade. Signat crouched low at Kazuma's feet, the blade in hand. White smoke slowly rose up and wrapped around the long metal of the blade. It brightened his skin to a pale white, but shadowed darkness deepened his set features. His glasses were gone. Brilliantly pale eyes stared up at him with shallow, cold emotionless irises. A long scar stretched across his fogged eyes. He was blind.
Kazuma summoned up a hurdle of wind and leapt backwards. Signat didn't wait; he persued swinging his blade like light, with Kazuma on the defense.
Ayano sat in shock, looking ahead of her but not quite seeing. Numb hands reached up to her face, feeling something damp on her skin. They were...tears? She was crying. Frosted golden eyes looked down at her fingers with an alientated stare. Faded sounds of battle went on going in the background of her mind melted silence. Her gaze slipped from her fingers, trailing along the cracked concrete ground...up, towards the two pairs of eyes staring at her. They flooded with sympathy, pain and fustration, staring back at her. Everything began to collapse inwards.
The crash of intense battle burst her ears. Flicker of light and movement peirced her eyes. Cold autumn winds whirlwinded past her body. And the pain slowly swept in. "KAZUMA!" Ayano screeched. Battle slowled as Kazuma's ears fell on the girl. "LET ME HELP YOU!" She cried, tears washing down her face, her knees shaking beneath her standing body.
As his eyes slipped onto hers, he was hit with a wave of resolve so strong it was unbearable to deny. Signat followed his gaze and slowed down by a millisecond. Kazuma took the opportunity and crashed a funnel of wind straight into his foot, boosting its force as it collided with Signat's cheek. His body boomed against the ground, creating a tunnel of spat up concrete.
Wind scattered her hair into the air, as Kazuma came down beside her. "Ayano, are you-"
"I want to defeat him." Ayano cut in. Her eyes watched the dust steaming hole of Signat. "Let me help you."
"How are you going to do that?" Kazuma retorted, his eyes too completely aware of the shadow emerging in the distance.
"I've got an idea." Ayano muttered. Something glinted in her palm; Signat's silver dagger. It was held firmly in one of her hands, bound by the anti-magic cuffs
"What do you me-" Before Kazuma could finish, Ayano flipped the blade into her hand and brought it down. Blood ran across the surface of the blade, down her forarm and onto the concrete. "Ayano!" Kazuma exclaimed, his hands darting forwards to the blade. It fell from the wound and clattered against the concrete again. Bright blue flames burst from her wrists. The metal burned and glowed a moulten orange, dripping over her skin into a puddle besides the dagger.
Kazuma could sense it; the surge of energy. It appeared and chaotically shook his senses like a maelstrom. Ayano's arms parted to her sides. One fell against her waist, the other outstretched beside her with an open palm. Kazuma lifted his own and slipped it into hers. Her small hand crushed his with all her strength. It vibrated up Kazuma's arms making his bones shake. His burning blue eyes slowly slipped to hers. Burning crimson eyes flared like the flames she summoned. They burned in the night's darkness, and glowed with the brightness of a dying sun. "Ayano..." Kazuma uttered.
"I can't stay like this for long..." Ayano wheezed. A cold sweat dripped down her pale cheeks. Her muscels shook. Her body swayed.
"Then, let's end this quickly." Kazuma declared, sweeping his body around Ayano's back. Signat's figure fully appeared in front of the two, his eyes sharpening on them. Kazuma's chest pressed against Ayano's back, raditating heat through her chilled body. Winds coiled around them like a tornado, pushing their feet up into the air. Dark clouds clotted in the sky like a foreboding danger. Signat's blade burst with white light, bigger and brighter than it had been before. It tripled his height easily, and showed his triple of anger. He wanted to end it fast. A long fight would be the end of all of them.
"COME FORTH! ENRIAHA!" Ayano called. The bronze blade burst into existance into her palms. Her weak arms almost collapsed under it's weight. But Kazuma's slipped over her hands to brace it between them. "Th...Thanks." she muttered softly. Kazuma grinned weakly, and took a deep breath in.
"Ready?" Kazuma asked.
"R...Ready." Ayano agreed, and sucked in a lung-full of air. Fire burst from the blade. It's bronze colour burst into a ruby red handle with a shimmering gold blade. Caccons of flames towered high like a skscraper envoloping the flames. White, green, black, blue, purple, gold and a burning crimson. Green and White were stronger and harder compared to the rest of the colours. Except, the crimson still dominated like a tower.
Signat wasn't waiting any longer, his feet exploded from the concrete like a bullet heading straight for them.
"NOW!" Kazuma called, shooting forward with the turbling winds behind them. Ayano pushed the blade forwards, letting a crash of flames fall down upon them.
The air cracked as they collided. A sonic boom burst across the neighbourhood. Crimson and coloured flames clashed against the white smoke. A squeeling cry of flames split the sky as the crimson reined powerful. Black clouds were alight with red flames as light exploded from everywhere. And the world was died crimson.
Ayano stood over the unconcious body of Signat. His clothes were burnt a charred black. His skin still flawless. Broken glasses laid in shatters glass beside him. The silver blade still steamed with white on his other side. Carefully, Ayano slipped her hand around the blade, lifting it up from the ground. It felt like, despite the density of the white smoke, light. Ayano took a deep breath, letting her eyes crimson red burn a little brighter. They flickered and the colour of her eyes shifted into a swirling green. Summonded green flames burst from her hand and crawled down the sword. They ate away at it like posion until there was nothing left. She let the ashes fall and turned away.
Lastly, she moved over to Kazuma. She reached out her hand and scooped up both of his. Kazuma watched with fascination as his hands began to tingle. Ayano's deep green eyes burst with white. The flutter of white flames jumped up across every wound on his body. Slowly, skin began to scab and heal in the time space of a few seconds as they began to heal. "I didn't remember until now but, this flame was my mothers. It can be used to heal others, but I can't use it on myself." Ayano explained, her eyes gently watching the small cuts on Kazuma's big hands in hers heal. Kazuma stayed quiet, watching her face gently. "This state will only last for a few more moments. After that I'm probably going to faint from exhaustion... You better catch me." Ayano warned with a gentle growl. Kazuma's dark brown eyes stared at hers, watching the white light flicker.
"I owe you one." Kazuma chuckled softly.
"Then how about dinner?" Ayano offered, her hands cradling his gentle. She was vaguely aware of the barrier behind the Kannagi's mellowing out and collapsing in on itself. "A fancy restraunt, wine, nice view. Oh, and you're paying."
"Got it." Kazuma nodded along. A few more seconds of quiet later, Ayano's white eyes faded back into a honey gold. Just as she predicted, her body gave way and fell into Kazuma's arms.
Jugo, Ren and the rest of the Kannagi's came sweeping in. They rushed to Ayano and Kazuma's side to see they were okay before Jugo began barking orders. Kazuma returned to the house with his sleeping red-haired princess in his arms.
Well, Unfortuantely, that's the end for Ablaze II: The Witch Hunt. . Look out for Ablaze III as Ayano and Kazuma delve into her hidden past along with what happened to her mother. See how Ayano's training will turn out for the both of them. And how will all of that help all the magical families deal with their new enemy; The Witch Hunters
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