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Mizuki's Apartment…
Ever since moving in, Soul found out two important things. One of them being this morning, the other having been from when he woke up last night.
The first was that Mizuki always carried some form of weapon on her person at all times, accidentally walking into the wrong room and seeing the 20 year old clad in only her bra and thong, along with many daggers that could be consealed under clothing without being seen under forementioned clothing.
The second was that Mizuki HATES cats! Seeing as this morning, a cat was licking itself with its leg stretched into the air, causing the woman to cringe at the "creepy" sight.
Mizuki ended up kicking him out of the apartment, telling him to get his ass to school before she kicked it there herself.
The white-haired boy chuckled to himself on his way out the door and took one of the motorcycles that belonged to Mizuki, being told by the woman he could drive any of his choice, just not her "baby".
Five minutes later…
Mizuki was calmly strolling down the large halls of the DWMA to get her class, only to notice that it was far too quiet for her liking. Not even the sound of the students conversing behind the closed doors of the classrooms could be heard.
"AHH!"
The bag in Mizuki's arms was suddenly dropped, the assassin sped at an alarming speed down the halls to the direction of the scream that had belonged to her younger sister.
Which came from the gym.
Mizuki slammed the door open to see something she really wish she didn't lay her vision upon.
Kagome lay in a pool of what looked like blood, unconscious.
The darker side of Mizuki growled viciously at the sight, her soul unintentionally was flaring angrily before pain struck her in the back of her head and blackness consumed her.
The woman hitting the ground with a thud.
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Her mind was fuzzy, but she was able to make out voices.
Voices of men that she couldn't recall of being recognizable.
She also knew that her hands were bound above her head and seemed to be hanging in the air.
Mizuki tried to open her eyes, but her vision was blurry, and could feel something running down the side of her head.
'Must be my blood.' The woman thought.
Soon the voices were quiet, then the sound of a door opened and closed.
"Mizuki!" Shouted a voice. 'Sounds like Sango.'
Mizuki turned her head over to the group of her students, noticing that they were in a barrier that had left them close to the wall of the gym.
Mizuki recognized this barrier's aura, and it belonged to only one youkai, or half-youkai she should say.
Naraku Kumo.
'Thought I fried his ass 5 years ago. And I'm pretty sure he don't have any cockroach youkai in 'im.'
"I know, I got here a little late." Mizuki looked down at the floor to where her younger sister lay on unmoving.
Mizuki then looked up at her bindings, realizing those dumbass minions of Naraku's had tied her up with just plain ropes.
"Anything with a penis is fucking retarded." Mizuki mumbled to herself, hearing two snorts from the woman gathered to be from Sesshomaru and Inuyasha.
"Anybody have a clue why I'm the only one tied up like a cow ready for slaughter?"
"I presume it's because their boss has some sort of grudge against you and wishes for your slow and painful death?" Sesshomaru spoke up in a sarcastic time.
Mizuki sighed in disgust and distaste. Proceeding to remove her left boot, a thunk-like sound hit the floor. Mizuki's bare leg revealing a survival knife inside a sheath attached to her leg.
The woman soon began to swing back and forth, trying to gain enough speed to cut the rope.
About five minutes of swinging, Mizuki fell to the ground with a grunt. Her hands still bound together with the rope.
Soon after Mizuki fell to the floor, the door to the gym opened revealing a man with long wavy raven colored hair, blood red eyes, a creepy smirk, and dressed in a deep gray business suit.
"It seems my men should have used spiritual bindings on you instead of just plain ropes."
"But it apparently seems that lower ranked youkai are dumbasses, you sure know how to pick your minions, Gokiburi."
"Ah, yes but you should meet my newest addition." Naraku smirked, snapping his fingers. A familiar figure entering the room.
She had shoulder-blade length sandy blonde hair, hazy emerald green eyes, the woman was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, faded black jeans that were tucked inside deep gray combat boots.
Mizuki's amethyst eyes widened, as well as Maka's.
"Kami." Mizuki breathed in surprise before an unknown force thrusting her backwards and into the far wall of the gym. Creating a crater-like hole in the concrete wall.
Soft panting could be heard, from the hole in the concrete wall. Mizuki's body screaming in pain.
"What have you done to her, Gokiburi?" Mizuki groaned in misery, never been hit that hard in a long time.
"It's amazing what a little Black Blood from a cursed miko/kage youkai can do to a weak-willed former DWMA scythe meister." Naraku pulling out a small vile of black liquid from his pocket.
Mizuki cursed foully, knowing exactly what that liquid was.
Her blood.
"Do you remember 5 years ago, when you had been hired to kill me? Using your powers to cause an explosion in my building, where you were told I was located?"
"That was the only assignment I fucked up on terribly. Didn't kill everyone in that dreaded place you call a business." Mizuki stood up, her kage and aura slowly surrounding her body. The black in her hair gradually turned into a deep violet color, the white parts of her eyes turned black.
Naraku arched a brow in curiousity, Mizuki's aura getting darker by the second.
A large grin appeared across Mizuki's face, the same smile that reminded Soul of the time when Maka had been taken over by the madness when she had fought against Crona. The assassin's eyes wide open, manical looking.
Mizuki giggled weirdly, a black katana appearing out of nowhere and into her hand.
"Do you want to know, Naraku, why I had failed that assignment all those years ago? How I failed to enter your office, reach for your throat, dig my claws into your flesh and rip your flesh off your body. Relishing in the way your blood would splatter all over, possibly coating my skin with your filth? Why I never killed every single person in that bastard 20 stories of building? Ripping them limb from fucking limb? Listening to their screams of horror and agony and they died a slow and painful death?"
The now insane woman slowly strode in the direction of the hanyou.
"Well," She giggled again. "Let me correct my 5 year old mistake."
To be continued…
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a/n: Hey guys! So sorry I haven't been updating like I probably should be. =( Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chappie of New Student! More will hopefully up soon of this story and my other stories. Maybe Second Chance to Love and The Unexpected. Idk yet, I'll work on some when I can. TTFN!