Author's Note: HAPPY NEW YEARS MUTHAFUKAS! You guys know I love you so don't get all butt hurt about it. Anywhore, I hope you all had a wonderful New Year and you didn't get drunk and kill yourselves. Damn meatbags anyway, oh wait wrong story heh heh, silly me. Well here we go Chapter 5.
Andrew and Mizore eventually made it to the infirmary, where she helped him into one of the beds. Mizore then helped him remove his chest and back plate so that the nurse could get a look at his injuries. When the nurse came in, she examined him "Most of the superficial wounds are healed. However, the stab wound is closed, so there is no immediate danger of infection, but I would advise you to remain here tonight and take it easy the next few days." she said. Andrew and Mizore both nodded and the nurse left.
After she left an awkward silence fell on the two of them. Mizore was about to leave when Andrew spoke. "Thank you." he said. She started when he spoke "For what?" she asked. "For helping me get here, I was running off of adrenaline and that burned out about halfway here. If you hadn't been there I would have collapsed." he explained. Mizore blushed at that "It was nothing." she said looking away.
Mizore then remembered that he had lost his sword when he had flown at Moka. "Listen, I have to go, but I'll be back soon." she said standing. Andrew nodded and she left. He turned his head and looked out the window. He took a deep breath that was permeated with antiseptics and sterilization. 'How many times have I been in a hospital?' he asked himself. 'Far too many to count, at least this time I have someone to keep me company.' he answered himself. Andrew continued to look out the window for a time. 'Maybe after this mission, I'll settle down find a nice quiet spot to spend the rest of my life.' he thought. Then he snorted 'Men like me don't get to settle down.' he thought.
Eventually the events of the day caught up with him and he fell asleep. Mizore had spent the better part of four hours searching for that little cylinder that could burn through pretty much anything. She was on the verge of giving up when she spotted something glinting in the light. She walked over to it and dug it out of the ground. It was the sword hilt. She smiled as she looked it over. It was intricately carved with runes covering the vast majority of its small profile. She stood and turned to return to the school when she froze. Standing before her with its back turned to her was a monster in his true form. It stood around 8 feet tall was hunched. The more she looked at it the more she noticed that he was wearing some sort of armor. Then she noticed its hands, they only had four fingers, and his legs were reverse jointed, like a dogs hind legs.
It stared at the school for a little longer then turned and walked away. As it was walking she noticed that it had the same type of hilt on its hip as Andrew's. When she saw its face she balked. Where a jaw was supposed to be was instead for mandibles and no lower jaw. As it walked away it turned invisible and she lost sight of it in the underbrush. As she walked away she couldn't help but wonder what significance what she saw held.
She thought nothing of it as she returned to the school, eager to return Andrew's weapon to him. When she arrived at the infirmary she found him thrashing in his sleep. She walked over to his bed. "Andrew?" she asked as her hand settled on his shoulder. The instant her hand touched him his eyes flew open. What she saw their terrified her beyond comprehension. His eyes had a faraway look to them, as though his mind was somewhere else. And there was such fear in his eyes.
The next thing she knew Andrew had her pinned against a wall with his combat knife pressed up against her neck. The back of her head and her back hurt from where he slammed her into the wall, but she could only look in shock at Andrew.
His right forearm was holding her up against the wall, while his left hand held the knife in a reverse grip at her throat. He had a feral look on his face, as though he wasn't seeing her, but an enemy that was undeserving of mercy of any sort. Then he blinked. His eyes came back into focus his expression changed from feral to one of horror and shock. He dropped the knife and took a step back, looking at his hands in horror. Andrew dropped to his knees and began to shake.
Mizore could only look on in wonder and shock. Just moments ago Andrew was ready to kill her, now, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had caused him to be like this. Something so horrible, that he would forget where he was and lash out at anyone. "Why?" Mizore was pulled out of her thoughts by Andrew speaking. Andrew looked up at her, glinting tracks coming down from his eyes. "Why did this have to happen to me?" he asked.
Mizore was speechless, how do you respond to that? She had no idea what he was referring to, and that bothered her. So she did the only thing she could think of, she knelt down and pulled him into a hug.
They spent the next 20 minutes in that position as Andrew cried. Mizore couldn't do anything except hold him as his body shook from the sobs. Finally the sobs stopped and Mizore look into his face. His expression said it all. He was facing something that she couldn't comprehend; that she would never comprehend. She helped him stand and walked him back to the bed. Andrew silently allowed her to put him back in bed and she pulled the sheets up to his chin. She placed both his combat knife and the sword hilt on the bedside table and headed for the door. At the door she turned to get one more look at him then left.
Andrew had fallen asleep and not three hours later he was thrashing in bed again. "NO!" he yelled as his hand extended and he rolled out of bed, landing hard on the floor. A nurse rushed in after hearing him shout and the loud 'thump' that followed. She found Andrew sprawled on the ground pulling himself up. "Are you alright?" she asked as she knelt down at his side. Andrew silently nodded and let her help him get back into bed.
As soon as his head hit the pillows he was out like a light. Though he didn't wake again that night, his dreams were plagued with the horrors that he had seen. He didn't know it, but in the girls dormitory Inner Moka was having the same problems he was, except that the nightmares had more time to work on her than Andrew. She would lie down in the bed she had created within her dreamscape then she would have nightmares. She watched as the memories of what Andrew had gone through and done paraded before her. She would shoot out of bed as the worst ones came up.
Neither one of them got much sleep that night. Even though Outer Moka wasn't able to see what Inner Moka was seeing, her body still reacted the same way. When she met Tsukune the next morning, he instantly knew something was wrong. She wasn't her normal bubbly self, and she had dark bags under her eyes. She was also constantly yawning, as they walked to class.
In the infirmary Andrew had just woken from another nightmare. Instead of the war this one was of his family verbally attacking him for his 'failures'. Andrew knew that what was going on was unhealthy, but he had no one to turn to. Mizore was a nice girl, but she was also innocent to the workings of the war he fought. The school counselors were in the same boat. None of them could ever understand what he had gone through. The only one who might be able to understand would be Silver-Haired Moka, but those were just his memories.
Pushing those thoughts away he left the infirmary and headed for his dorm room after grabbing his repaired armor and his combat knife and sword. As he was passing in the halls three students in black uniforms were standing at the end of the hall exactly where he needed to go. He silently prayed that he would be allowed to pass without incident, but he knew his luck wasn't that good. When he reached them none of them moved out of his way, and they formed an almost impenetrable wall of black. They stood there for a moment then the leader spoke. "Andrew Sampson, you're coming with us." he said.
Andrew only looked up at him "And if I don't want to?" he asked. Everyone in the hall stopped and stared at the confrontation at the end of the hall. The leader, let's call him Dick-Face 1, bristled. "Then we'll drag you. We are the…" he said. "Look, I really don't give a flying fuck who you are or what power you think you have, I'm tired and I need to get my books so I can get to class. So either get the fuck out of my way, or bring it on." Andrew said cutting him off.
Everyone was silent after that, even Dick-Face 1. "How dare you!" he yelled as he pulled his arm back to strike Andrew. Andrew sighed, dropped his armor plates and grabbed his sword. He twisted out of the path of the fist, then activated his sword and impaled Dick-Face 1. Andrew removed the sword and spun around with his arm outstretched. Before Dick-Face 2 could do anything his head was removed from his shoulders. Then he turned to face Dick-Face 3.
Dick-Face 3 could only stare in shock and horror at how easily the other two had been dispatched. Then he looked into Andrew's eyes. There was nothing there, no emotion, no hate, no anger. Just a cold indifference to what was happening. This was too much for him and he ran. Before he could make it around the corner of a different hall, a knife flew from behind him and buried itself in his skull. He was dead before he hit the ground. The entire hall was as silent as a graveyard. You could've heard a pen drop from the other side of the hall. Andrew deactivated the sword and magnetized it to his thigh. He grabbed his armor and walked towards the corpse of the student police member he had killed with the knife and pulled it out. Wiping the blood and brain matter off on the corpse's uniform. He then turned and walked away, leaving the three corpses where they lay.
When he arrived at his dorm, he quickly showered then dressed, then clipped his weapons onto himself. He donned his coat then grabbed his bag and walked to class. He finally arrived at the classroom and let himself in. The class was in the middle of a discussion and all talking stopped when Andrew entered. One look at his face, and no one in the class said anything as he made his way to his desk. He dropped his bag next to his seat, dropped in his seat and allowed his face to become intimate with the desk.
In another part of the school, a tall student in a black uniform was standing over a table with student profiles arrayed on it. The door to the room the student was in opened and his second-in-command stepped in. "What do you have for me Keito?" he asked. She knelt down and bowed her head "The boy you sent your officers after resisted arrest and killed the men." she replied with a hint of disgust in her voice. Kuyou turned and gazed at her "Really?" he turned back to the profiles on the table. "I want you to watch him for now." he said. Keito looked up at him in shock. "Sir, he killed…" she started to say. "I what he did!" Kuyou yelled as he turned back to face her. "He might be a valuable asset latter on. You will watch him for now… and you will not do anything." he continued with a thoughtful expression on his face. Keito considered for a moment then bowed her head. "I will do as you command sir." she said. She stood, turned and left the room. Kuyou turned back to the profiles and picked up Andrew's. "Just what are you?" he asked himself as his gaze turned to the block where the monster race was situated. All that was there was question marks.
Andrew woke with a start when he felt someone put their hand on his shoulder. When he looked at the person who had woken him he realized who it was. Mizore was standing over him with her hand on his shoulder. "How long?" he asked. "Only about 40 minutes." she replied. 'That explains the lack of nightmares.' he thought. He slowly stood and grabbed his bag. As Mizore and him headed for the door Ms. Nekonome stopped them. "Have either of you decided on a club to join?" she asked. Andrew raised an eyebrow "We have to join a club?" he asked. Ms. Nekonome nodded "Do you know what club you want to join?" she asked again. Andrew looked at Mizore then back to Ms. Nekonome. "To be honest I didn't know that we needed to join a club. So I guess the answer's no, I don't know." he said.
Ms. Nekonome's face lit up instantly and two tufts of hair stood on end on her head. Andrew noticed the tufts and was instantly reminded of a cat's ears. "I know the perfect club for you! You can join the Newspaper club!" she squealed in delight. Andrew and Mizore both sweat dropped at her antics. "Ooookay, where does the Newspaper Club meet?" Andrew asked. "Just show up here after classes." she replied. Andrew and Mizore both nodded and went to their next class.
The day passed in a blur for Andrew. In every class he managed to take short naps 'Just like on the battlefields.' he thought grimly. By the end of classes, he was just as tired as when those guys in black had tried to take him. He entered Ms. Nekonome's class sat at one of the desks and his face became intimate with it. Andrew turned his head to watch the door as the other members arrived. In walked Moka, Tsukune, Yukari, Kurumu, Mizore and lastly an older student. They all took their seats, and the older student introduced himself to the newcomers.
"My name is Ginei Morioka, and I'm the club president." he said with a smile that made Andrew's skin crawl. Something about him was off, not the fact he was a monster, but it was something else. He seemed to spend most of his time checking out Moka, Kurumu, and to his chargin, Mizore. Andrew's gut told him to deck the bastard and that's what he did. He stood up out of his chair, which surprised them as they thought he was asleep, and walked up to Ginei. He stopped just in front of him "Something I can…" Ginei started to say. He never finished his sentence because Andrew's right fist decided that he needed to say hello with Gin's face, violently.
Gin was spun around with the force of the blow and collapsed on the ground. Everyone stared in shock at Andrew. He turned and looked at the faces that were looking at him. "What?" he asked. "Not that what you did was wrong in any way, but why did you do it?" asked Kurumu. Andrew shrugged "My gut told me to, and it's never been wrong before." he said as Gin was picking himself up off the floor. "So, what are you?" he asked Gin. Moka answered for him "He's a pervert." she said.
Andrew lifted an eyebrow "Really?" he asked as he looked back at Gin. Gin looked up at Andrew and snarled "What the Hell was that for?!" he screamed. That's when Andrew's right foot decided it wanted to get acquainted with his face as well. Gin dropped back on the ground holding his broken nose. Andrew then knelt down to him "Listen well bub. If I catch you perving, I will inflict the same punishment that my home town had for pervs and lolicons. I will…" he whispered the last part so that only Gin could hear. Gin's eyes bulged in fear and he quickly nodded his assent. "Good." Andrew said standing. "Now, apologize to the nice ladies." he said. Gin stood still holding his face and slumping his shoulders in defeat. "Moka, Kurumu, I'd like to apologize to you for being a pervert." he said.
Everyone was in shock. In just ten seconds, Andrew had gotten Gin to renounce his ways, maybe. Both Kurumu and Moka were suspicious of this sudden change of heart and thus didn't say anything for a time. "Good, Gin, now got to all the girls of the school and apologize to them as well." Andrew said. Gin looked at him with murder in his eyes as Andrew pulled out his combat knife and absentmindedly picked at his finger nails. A slight flash of fear passed through his eyes and he left, grumbling about sadistic people and their tendencies.
Andrew let an evil grin grace his features and he put his knife away. "What did you say to him that caused him to do that?" asked Tsukune. Andrew shrugged "Where I'm from we have a law regarding lolicons and perverts. They don't get to…pass on their genes." Andrew said cryptically with an evil grin on his face. Nobody said anything for a moment then a look of realization came over Moka. "You don't mean…" "Castration." Andrew said cutting off her question. Everyone's face contorted in shock at the, supposed, brutality of the law. "You'd be surprised how well that deters people." Andrew said. "So what are we working on?" he asked turning to face them.
The rest of the time was spent getting caught up with the projects of the Newspaper Club. They didn't really get anything done on that first day, well other than humiliating Gin, but that wasn't work, that was a public service. At the end of it Andrew was ready to pass out from how tired he was. He bid his fellow club members farewell, and left for his dorm room.
He was about 50 meters from the dorms when he stopped. "I'm not really in the mood to have someone stalking me." he called out. He heard the rustle of skirts and turned to see who it was. Standing behind him was a girl in the same black uniform as the three Dick-Faces, with long purple hair. Whereas Mizore's hair was a pale purple, this girls was a much deeper purple. "How were you able to detect me?" she asked. "Oh, you actually think that you know how to sneak around? I knew I was being watched after first period." he said. Keito was shocked "You didn't actually answer my question." she retorted. Andrew snorted "You don't live through what I have without knowing what's going on around you." he said.
He gave her a bored expression "So why do I have a Student Police tail?" he asked. She flicked her hair in an arrogant manner "Our leader has taken a fancy to you." she replied. "Well that just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I personally think you should just be killed for the murder of those three officers." she said, the hate rolling out of her mouth in waves. Andrew shifted his stance slightly to give him the best chance at getting through her first attack. 'I'll have to be quick and eliminate her before she can change.' he thought. "But as per our leaders orders, I can't do anything." she said. "Look I really don't want any trouble, just leave me and Mizore alone and we'll get along just fine." as soon as the words left his mouth he instantly regretted them.
Keito raised an eyebrow "Oh, is something going on between you and her?" she asked mockingly. Andrew took a threatening step towards her "You won't get close enough to touch her." he said simply though the meaning behind the words was evident. "We'll see." she said then turned and walked away. Andrew stood for a moment then turned back to the dorms. 'One way or another, tomorrow is going to be interesting.' he thought as he entered his room and promptly fell asleep as his head hit the mattress.
Author's Note: So things are starting to heat up. Mizore had her first contact with an Elite, Andrew has garnered the attention of the student police and Gin is being forced to change his ways or lose his manhood. To quote Andrew; the next chapter is going to be interesting.