Chapter 7
A/N: I really wanted to just start this chapter without an Author's Note 'coz the first few sentences are pure awesome, but I do have to warn you there is a lot of fighting, blood and injury in this chapter. If enough of you want me to, I can change the rating, though I don't see a need.
Kuro's POV
Fuck.
I barely managed to move my head aside in time to avoid a fractured skull. However, it sure did mess up my left shoulder quite a bit. My teeth scraped against each other while I tried to remain as silent as possible. The only sound I made was the loud snapping noise coming from my (probably) now dislocated shoulder. In reality I had no idea what kind of damage the blow did, but in my book it was something to shrug off for later. A litte handicap wasn't going to stop me from getting my share of blood and gore.
Ivan lifted his pipe away from me, and rested it over his shoulder. His smile indicated he thought I was done for. Of course, I was no where near giving up, and it wasn't like he knew about my strength.
"You look so much better when my pipe adjusts your limbs for you." he comments, swinging his pipe around in a circle by his side. My attention averted from him, as I glanced at the three figures on the side. The only one of interest to me was the shortest one with a very notable injury. I recall his name being Yao, mainly because Kiku wouldn't stop going on about him. He didn't particularly mean anything to me; the only thing directing my vision over there was the amount of blood.
Yao's eyes eventually met mine. The weak expression on his face was probably a mixture of worry and pain. He must be pretty concerned for Kiku, though he doesn't know he'll be completely fine. The only people who know about me are, well, myself and Kiku. It's pretty hard acting like the someone else, especially when you're near opposites and completely despise each other.
I eventually chuckled at the pathetic excuse of a beating I was getting from Ivan. (Yes, the whole time my head was turned he was kicking and trying to hurt me.) Without hesitation, I jumped to my feet, and glared straight at the taller being. I tried to ignore my lifeless left arm, but it was flopping by my side so worn out it amused me.
"What are you doing? It's like your trying to bore me! If what you call violence is boring to me, my definition of fun must be complete, utter torture for you!" I barged side-on into Ivan in an attempt to foolishly knock him over, but his tall stance prevented me from moving him. Then, he gripped my head in his palm, and tossed me further away. I remained balanced though, and stayed standing, keeping my amused expression. Without wasting any time, he ran closer to me, swiping his blood stained faucet pipe where ever I was, though it never directly hit me. Such reckless attacking could never actually effect me.
I began to grow bored of the useless running away. I suddenly focused on Ivan's moving hand, making notes of the pattern he swung in, and predicting where it could go next. Unfortunately, doing this was...
..rather easy. And very unsatisfying. Oh well.
After I read Ivan's left, right, left, jab, up, down, double jab, down, up, top-left to bottom right swing pattern, I targetting a spot where he was left open. Knowing his next move aided me in doing this with ease.
'Left, right, left, jab, up, down, double jab, down, up, top-left, bottom-right swing... ..left, right, left... there!'
In between his jabbing and swiping left was a brief pause; a spot the flowing motion cut off and unbalanced. It happened everytime, though Ivan didn't seem to notice, or care. I wanted to point out every flaw in his repetitive sequence, but I didn't have the patience or the time. I pin pointed the split second his guard fell, and aimed straight for his attacking hand. While primarily avoiding the incoming pipe, I slammed my open, sideways hand into his, causing him to drop the speeding, iron pipe. I smiled in victory, finishing off by thrusting my elbow straight into his stomach.
'I know for a well-known fact that your elbow is the strongest part of your body when it comes to defending or counter-attacking.' I reminded in my head. It seemed I had proven my point- Ivan staggered backwards holding his stomach with both arms, and looked as if he was going to lose balance and collapse at any moment. I picked up the fallen pipe, flicking the end downward to shake off any fresh blood. It rattled in my hand as I neared Ivan, images of his suffering in my mind.
"Had enough yet?" I taunted, crossing the pipe over me and lifting it above my head. As I stepped forward, I brang my arm down, swinging at the Russian's head. I flinched in disappointment when I felt it suddenly stop in it's tracks. Of course, Ivan's sturdy hands didn't allow the pipe to go any further. I tried to pull it back and forth, testing his gloves' grip, but much to my dismay, they were latched on tight, and the material seemed to cling to metal well. Assuming Ivan wasn't going to let go, I swiftly let go of the pipe, only to grab the middle again, and tugged him closer. Like I had planned, he dragged along with the pipe. I smirked and let out an evil laugh, as I raised my knee up and pulled the pipe at the same time, effectively knocking him to the ground. I twirled the pipe around beside me, and kept Ivan on the ground with my foot.
"Look at this, I'm beating you a second time." I vaguely remember Kiku jabbering on about how he defeated Ivan single-handedly before, so I thought I'd use it against him. Somehow, he kept his creepy smile. I admired his determination, but that was about it.
"First time was fluke. You still haven't won yet." he bravely stated. Oh, how I had prepared for this moment. There wasn't going to be blood, but it was sure satisfying enough.
"Oh, what was that? I haven't won yet? Well then, I guess it's time for me to claim my victory then." I stomped my foot onto Ivan's neck instead, keeping him on the floor. I used my other foot to keep down his closer arm.
"Any last words? Oh wait, too late." I focused all of my energy into one point, and with one rushing movement, I raised the pipe above my head, and drove it straight down into Ivan's rib cage.
SNAAPP!
My smirk only grew bigger as Ivan's cold scream rung through the silent city. It was truly music to my ears. It wasn't long before I broke out into a laughing fit. I glanced down at the writhing body upon the floor. He wasn't moving much, though I knew he was still conscious. I just couldn't have that.
I slammed my hard heel into Ivan's now shattered rib cages. Ow. Looks of immense suffering were clearly evident on his face, and surely amused me. I spun my heel around, digging in deeper, and causing more torture. It was nice to finally hear satisfying screams of pain, and cries of help. Finally, I raised his iron pipe back into the air, and swung down onto the same spot. More and more screams. I wanted to hear more, more! I couldn't stop myself any longer. I kept on beating the body on the floor, smashing any spot that looked like it already hurt. Especially his shattered rib cages and wounded forehead.
Ivan eventually passed out. I knew he would come back soon, but I wasn't prepared to wait. I turned around, pipe still in hand, and faced the rest of the people standing by. I glared at them all, watching their horrified faces.
"W-What are you doing, Kuro-san!? Y-You've had enough, yamete! [stop]" I heard Kiku plead in my head. I chuckled.
"You think I've had enough? What do you know? You clearly don't know what absolute bliss seeing these weaklings scream in pain is! I'm doing you a favour anyway!" I yelled, ignoring the strange looks I received from the other three.
"B-But-"
"Where was I..?" I interrupted, averting my attention back to the helpless three in front of me. I glared at the girl. She was crying, and had tears streaming down her face. I didn't know what relation she had with Ivan, but I really didn't care. We kept eye-contact for about 3 seconds, before she shouted, and tried to run away. I laughed at her failed attempt at 'running'. She tried to 'run' past me, but I obviously wasn't going to let her do that. I spun and did a 360 with my pipe straight out, crushing her forehead in. Her body went limp and fell to the floor, and a pool of blood was now spreading around her.
"Oh, look at that, I fixed your face up, and now you look beautiful." I complimented. I drove my foot into her temple, spraying more and more blood. I grew tired of adding to the same wound, so I raised my pipe up again. With the broken, non-tap end, I stabbed it straight through her stomach. Blood was spilling everywhere. I kept on laughing and laughing, as I created more stab wounds.
"More blood... More! Hahaha! Die, die! Show me how weak you all truly are! Hahahahahaa!"
"Kuro... Kudasai... [Please] Yamero! [Stop it] I can't take it any longer! Let me gain control again!" I heard Kiku wail.
"Why? Why would I? I'm only just getting started! You can't ruin myfun now, you said I could do this for you!"
"No! I.. I never meant this much! Please! Yamero! [Stop it]"
"I don't have to listen to someone inferior like you!"
"No.. no.. give it back... Give my body back!" I felt a pang in my stomach, and immediately fell to the ground.
'How could he have the strength to refuse me and take over again already!? T-That's too complex..!' I panicked. It was true. It usually took three weeks to a few months for someone to be able to fight back, and here I was, sprawling on the ground after a few days of being with Kiku. This was not a good sign.
I ignored stubborn Kiku and turned my attention back to the others. There appeared to only be one person left though. Apparantly the strange, healthy boy had already left. He was probably just like the weak girl by my feet.
I cast my vision to Yao. He didn't show much fear at all- only confusion and worry fused together.
"K-Kiku...? Wh-What... happened to you, aru...?" he spoke slowly, taking great breaths in between words. I smirked.
"Kiku..? Oh no, you're mistaken. I'm-" I wanted to finish my sentence and introduce myself, but the aching in my stomach only grew bigger all at once. I fell onto my knees again, grasping my stomach with my healthy arm. Yao dragged himself over to me, wrapping one of his arms around my shoulder.
"Ki-Kiku!" he called. It kinda annoyed me, but I didn't show it. I was completely ignoring the guy.
"S-Shut up! Stop resisting, baka yarÅ! [stupid asshole]" I demanded Kiku.
"Okotowari shimasu! [I refuse] I won't let you continue any further!" he screamed back.
"You're really getting on my damn nerves now! Leave me alone!" As me and Kiku fought over who controlled, Yao basically sat beside me not knowing what the hell was going on. I guess I don't blame him, though it wouldn't have started if Kiku wasn't so stubborn.
I screamed in pain, clutching the sides of my head, and shaking it left and right. He was resisting and actually gaining some control. My pounding headache proved this, and it pissed me off.
I began to hear light footsteps. I assumed it was a girl, because it sounded like they were wearing heels of some sort.
"Kiku? Yao?" she called. The footsteps came closer, and I turned around to see who it was.
"T-That's Elizaveta..!" Kiku identified. I mentally thanked him, not that he could hear.
"That meinu [bitch] who didn't show up earlier..? Isn't that right?" I whispered. It seems Yao heard partially what I said, because he questioned me.
"Is something wrong, Kiku?" I lifted my head up and stared at Elizaveta- with my smirk present. I slowly and shakily stood up, so we wer eye-level. It seemed the first thing she noticed was my limp arm.
"K-Kiku? Are you feeling o-okay? Your ar-arm is.. it's-"
"Dislocated? Fractured? Majorly injured? I know. And you know why?" I stepped closer, letting my pipe trail along the ground. Elizaveta was clearly intimidated, as I noticed her swallow.
"W-Why..?" she forced out. My smile dropped and my eyes glared straight into hers.
"It's because of my sorry excuse for back-up." I stabbed her in the stomach with the iron pipe, though it didn't pierce through. I twirled it around my fingers, and out of no where, I smashed it into her neck. As she landed onto the ground with a thump, I turned to face Yao. He was watching silently in shock. It wasn't enough for me.
I turned back to Elizaveta, and before she could protest, I pinned her down to the ground. With one movement, I raised her right arm (which held a frying pan and luckily couldn't reach me) and twisted it upwards.
CRACK!
I released it and allowed it to painfully flop back to the ground. A loud, eerie scream ripped from her throat, which I assumed also hurt her vocal chords.
"Lucky. Two birds in one. It's too bad I'm feeling greedy and want eight." I lifted my pipe above my head.
Nothing could stop me now.
A/N: Again, I had to stop myself from writing too much. It's way too fun writing stuff like this.. sadly..
I have no idea what I'm going to do for the next few chapters. Bear with me if update rates slow down.
But anyway, I still love reading feedback from my readers, and would really appreciate any criticism, language corrections or general feedback and ideas you have. You have no idea how much it inspires me to write more quality chapters.
Ciao!