A/N:
"animefreak1980 - Ohohoh it was kano all alllooonnggg that tricky bastard! Well what will our "heros" do next time ill just have to wait and see! ((The character development in this chappie was good shinshin and ene as they are to be at last))"
Wrath: Why, thank you, kind person! I, myself, had wondered if I should have exposed it that early.
AwesomeMango: Hohohoho~ Kano is one sneaky hottie! /shot
"Mou~ I am so tired of looking for fire wood." Kano huffed, holding the sticks and branches close to his chest. "Why can't Joanne just spark a fire 'til morning?"
"You idiot," Kido said. "She's your fairy, not your slave. She needs sleep too."
Kano groaned. As much as he wanted to complain, he knew that Kido won't listen. She'll probably scold him for being such a pansy. But who could blame him? He was so tired of looking for firewood, so tired of hunting for deer, so tired of everything. He just wanted to be back in his bed, all snug and warm in his blankets. But no, he just had to be sucked in a stupid game.
He was disrupted from his thought by a figure in the corner of his eye. A girl with choppy black twin tails dropped from a tree branch, landing on her feet.
Lightning Dancer Ene.
She charged at them without a word, knocking out Kano with a hard blow at his head. The firewood fell from his hands and onto the floor, scattering before his limp body.
"Kano!" Kido was about to check on him, but felt a sharp pain in her left arm and leg. She screamed and fell to her knees. She looked at her arm. Blood was oozing from a small, circular wound—a bullet wound.
Despite her wounds, she got up. She brought out her katana and charged at her with a cry of battle.
She swung it at Lightning Dancer, but the latter jumped back. She lunged at her almost immediately, not giving her time to react, and buried the katana into her stomach. Blood burst out of Lightning Dancer's mouth, dripped down her chin, falling down onto the emerald green grass.
Kido lifted her katana for one final blow, but was stopped short when her hand was shot. Her blade fell from her hands and she flinched. The pain of getting shot was much worse than she imagined. It felt like a knife had lodged itself into her flesh and was being moved by the course of her blood.
She tried to pick up her katana, to execute the last blow—
BANG!
She was shot. This time, it wasn't in her arm or her leg or her hands. It was on her head. The bullet buried itself into her brain, blood dripping down from the hole in her head. She stared at the ground, watched as her blood dripped down and blossomed on the grass.
Then she fell, lifeless and dead.
"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. . ." Lightning Dancer stared down at the corpse, her gun trembling in her hands. "I killed. . . I killed her. . . Oh my god. . ."
She felt so sick. Her stomach churned and her head spun. She killed a person. She killed a person.
She killed a person.
She screamed and began shooting at the corpse. Over and over, she pulled the trigger. Blood oozed and pooled around the dead body, staining the grass crimson, staining the girl's clothes in red.
" I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY."
She shot again and again, apologizing again and again, until she ran out of bullets. She pulled the trigger countless times, though, and once she knew that there was nothing left, dropped the gun.
It fell down with a thump.
"T-This is for you. . . H-Haruka. . . I'm d-doing this for you. . . I'll kill everyone. . . for you. . . Haha. . . ha. . . ha. . ."
Lightning Dancer couldn't suppress the tears. They were falling down, mixing with the blood on her lips.
She then looked at the limp boy. She needed to get rid of that one too. She needed to get rid of all of them. For Haruka.
She brought out another gun and pointed it at the boy. Then, closing her eyes, she pulled the trigger.
BANG!
She had shot him in the stomach. Her hands were still trembling. She couldn't hold the gun properly and because of that, she had missed the head. No matter. He'll die from the blood loss.
She clutched onto her wound, trying to stop the bleeding. She'll heal this with her healing glove later on, once she gets back to town. The forest wasn't safe.
Shakily, she walked away.
. . .
"I heard everything." Masked Deceiver said. Rage was what was burning in his heart right now. It was burning so bad that he was blinded.
"How. . . are you still alive . . . ? I. . . killed you." Ene said, words barely audible. Tears were streaming down her face as she recalled the memory.
"You forgot, didn't you? There are three of us. My other brother, Soar High, saved me as I was about to die." Masked Deceiver said. He was standing in front of her, casting a cruel shadow over her crippling body. "Now, ITS YOUR TURN!" The boy lifted his scythe, ready to bring it down at anytime. His laugh twisted Shintaro and Ene's stomach.
As the scythe was about to go down, Shintaro used every bit of energy he had left in his legs to shield Ene. Before the scythe can slice Shintaro into two, Masked Deceiver stopped.
"Get out of the way! You were important to nee-san, so we can't kill you! Nee-san will get mad!" Masked Deceiver said.
Important to nee-san? Shintaro thought.
"Who's your older sister?!" he asked.
"Who else, Ayano Tateyama!"
". . .Gil, your turn. . ."
"As you wish." Gilbert said, jumping out of nowhere. "Sorry I'm late. Here's what you needed." The blonde passed a bottle with unknown contents.
"Gil, take care of Ene. I'm gonna battle this for her." Shintaro said. Soon after he drank the contents of the bottle and proceeded to stand up. He grabbed Ene's two guns and placed it somewhere safe. Next he loaded his gun and aimed it at Kano.
"Good luck, Shitnaro." Gil cheered as he moved Ene to the trees.
"I won't fi-"
"Fight me, or die." Shintaro interrupted. Masked Deceiver looked at Shintaro, trying to find out if he was bluffing or not.
"Then tell Nee-san I'm sorry for killing you."