So it's been awhile. Please don't kill me. Make sure to read the note at the bottom! That is all.
Shinigami watched as the demonic girl in his arms slept peacefully. It was almost as if the whole thing had never happened. The reaper brushed his love's bangs back from her pale face and began the long trek back to the school, all the while, never suspecting that he was being watched closely.
A white clad shadow crept along silently on the tree branches, simply watching the young couple intensely. Was that girl really the beast that Master Hand had spoken of? This couldn't be right. The girl looked like she could hardly hurt a fly, let alone be a slave to the legendary Galian Beast.
Trace shrugged. At least the pay would be worth it. The bounty hunter stalked though the tree line, careful to not make even the slightest sound, knowing all too well that the reaper's keen senses would pick it up. He crouched on a branch, preparing to pounce, slit the girl's throat, then book it back to Master Hand and collect his pay before Shinigami could realize what had happened. Trace wasn't really necessarily afraid of the reaper, merely the things he knew the other man was capable of. Just as Trace leaped, a figure collided with him, sending the bounty hunter tumbling hard to the ground.
Trace shook his head and stood up, only to come face to face with Kuro, a feral look in the teen's golden eyes.
"Don't you dare touch her! She's better now and in good hands."
Trace shook his head, "Ya know I can't do that kid. A hit was taken out on her; I have to do my job."
Kuro growled a little bit, clearly upset, then, he lunged.
A Few Days Later
It was never accurately told what happened in the woods or why Trace was now suddenly part time teaching a stealth class. But, what is known; everything went back to normal. Cho, Aladar, Rachel, Brianna, Lee, Zane, Belinda, Mariposa, Dark, Rio Kyranna, Sky, Tex, Noctis, Kai, Star, Zero, Kuro, Jack, Aniga, and even Marianne went back to the usual routine of death by obstacle course. None ever knowing the true and immediate danger that lurked just around the corner, the inevitable changes about to occur.
"D-Daddy?!" A female voice shrieked, "Wh-what're you doing here?!"
A gunslinger cloaked in red chuckled and pushed a black haired teen towards the shrieking female.
"A present for you my little cherry blossom. With your recent outbursts, I decided to enroll Nicolai."
Marianne ran a hand through her hair, trying desperately to hold her tongue. "But Daddy…I'm fine."
Vincent Valentine chuckled and leaned down to kiss his daughter's cheek. "So much like your mother."
And with that he walked away, leaving Marianne to grumble un-happily and drag the older, black haired, green eyed teen to class.
All the students sat in Shinigami and Marth's class learning about some of the darker…more evil components that went into the construction of the shadow temple in Hyrule. Most the students were happy to welcome Jasmine back with open arms. Offering condolences for her lost brother and beloved Hylian hero.
"Now, class, we all know, some more that others, that there are dark and evil beings in the shadow temple. Creatures capable of tearing even Master Hand to shreds, a black fog that exists only to suffocate you, numerous traps, and even, a Phantom Ganon. But do you all know of the more paranormal, or, magical aspects that were used for construction? Have you ever come face to face with a Poe and lived to tell the tale? I didn't think so. A week from today we will be taking a trip to the shadow temple. It will of course be at night fall. Dress warm and comfortably, it is the middle of winter after all. Now, you may take the rest of the class time to chatter quietly amongst yourselves, anyone caught out of their seats before the bell rings will take a nice little trip to CDI Hell."
Just as Shinigami finished talking the roof of the school broke off, revealing a swirling black mass in the sky, with a featureless face taking stage in the middle.
Maybe this place wasn't meant to have one days peace….or even be a school for that matter. Maybe it was time that the students stopped learning trivial book things and became the very thing they were training to be. Maybe it was time to officially make them Smashers.
Short, I know, Im sorry. Please don't kill me. It is 4:30am, I haven't slept in two days and I really can't type right now. I promise everything will be cleared up soon. And the next chappy, if I'm lucky, should be posted sometime in the next week. On the bright side all the students are officially smashers! :D