AnonymousAK here! Let me just say thank you all for waiting, I know you all have been waiting patiently.
I hope you all enjoyed that cliffhanger. It got you thinking.
There will be more at the bottom.
With that, here's A Killer's Intention Part III
Kurai's P.O.V
I honestly didn't know what was tougher; having to face my friend's grieving parents, or having to give the eulogy. I didn't want to at first, but I didn't have another choice. Moka wouldn't be able to because she wouldn't stop crying.
Like I was one to talk.
"They were all good people. All of them were unique in their own ways that made them truly one of a kind." I felt my throat clench trying to hold back my tears. "They always knew how to make life interesting. And I'm truly glad I got to call them my friends." Those words forced out tears that I could no longer control. But I knew I had no choice but to continue.
"Kurumu was a kind and caring person who underneath her seductive nature, wanted to experience true love. She cared about her friends as much as the boy she fell in love with. And she knew how to light up a room all by herself. She'll always remain in our hearts."
Then there was Yukari. "Yukari at first was a pain in the neck, but she had her reasons. All her life, she only knew the pains of loneliness and prejudice, and in the end she ended up with friends who cared about her and loved her. Her age betrayed the wisdom and maturity she held, and she was like a little sister to all of us. Caring, childish, yet to reach adulthood. May she be able to find rest."
Next was Gin. "Ginei was the textbook definition of what a leader should be. Brave, ambitious loyal, willing to give his life for those he cared about. Like a wolf, he'll fight for what he believes is right until he can't fight anymore."
It was now Mizore. "Mizore was by far the most interesting girl I ever met. Always calm and was quite mature. At first she was incredibly shy and lonely, she kept to herself and just minded her own business. But through time, I'm glad I got to call her an allie rather than an enemy. Her constant popping up out of nowhere will be missed, and even in death, she'll still remain pure as the white snow she loves."
Next came Ruby. "Ruby was amazing at everything she did. Spell casting, cooking, even doing chores, all for the sake of working. It just proved how loyal she was and her devotion to everything in life. At first she was led down the wrong path, until new people came and showed her the right direction in life. She was a given a new life, and it's tragic she won't be able to experience it anymore."
Tsukune's was the toughest by far. "Tsukune was an amazing person, an amazing guy, and an amazing friend. He's trustful, and is willing to give people a new lease on life. He gives people second chances even if they don't deserve it and is willing to do whatever it takes to keep people happy. He's the kind of person that will always have your back no matter what. May he find peace."
Last was Kiria. "I only knew Kiria for a few days and..." I could feel a lump in my throat form, by I managed to choke out the last few sentences. "She is a sincere, kind person who only wants the best for people. She'll be truly missed." I couldn't think of anything else to say, and that made me feel extremely guilty.
Two days had passed since the bathhouse massacre, two days since the death of our friends, and today was the day of their funeral.
The only other people who were more upset then us were the parents.
Kurumu's mother Ageha Kurono was a beautiful woman in her early/mid-thirties. She pretty much looked like a future Kurumu; with light blue hair, purple eyes and breasts believe it or not that were larger than her daughters. Her outfit consisted of a red mini dress barely covering her cleavage, high heels and a brown fur coat.
Mizore's mother and father Tsurara Shirayuki, and Mr. Shirayuki were crying tears that would freeze before they touched the ground.
Mrs. Shirayuki had the appearance of a very youthful woman with purple silver hair which was tied up (with bangs that resembled her daughter's), blue-purple eyes, and a lollipop in her mouth, which kept her body cool in warm climates. She was wearing a white kimono with a purple obi sash, and tabi socks with black zōri sandals. While Mr. Shirayuki had blue hair and eyes that matched his daughter. He wore a simple gray robe much like a villager.
Yukari's mother and father were the strong silent type, if you don't count their crying. Her mom wore a witch getup similar to Yukari's, she even had a cute little witch hat and cloak. Her father wore a light green sweater and beige pants.
Nobody from Gin's family, or Kiria's family showed up. According to the headmaster, they were having their own private funeral and didn't want to come. Ruby didn't have any family to come see her for obvious reasons.
"They were more than just people, friends, even club mates, they were family. And I hope they may all rest in peace." At those last words I bowed my head in respect.
At the cemetery an hour later, Moka and Kurai stood in front of seven tombstones aligned up. Each one decorated with photos of all their times together, and different flowers on each one.
Kurai reached for the satchel he had on him, and pulled out Yukari's witch hat and wand. He found it sometime after discovering them dead. He placed the hat on her tombstone, and the wand on the mound of dirt on top of her.
"Rest in peace, little soldier." He whispered hoping her spirit could hear him.
"That was a wonderful eulogy you gave." Moka stuttered to him. Kurai was surprised she started talking again. After that she walked to the grave of Tsukune and started sobbing again.
"Tsukune." She whispered through her choked sobs. She placed her hand over her Rosary, wondering how the other her felt. Without Tsukune, no one else would be able to take off the Rosary, which means the Inner her would be stuck inside for the rest of her life. Never being able to experience the outside world again. What's even worse, she never even got to see Tsukune ever since the fight with the PSC. Ever since she got back to school, the other her wouldn't even talk to her through their telepathy. And she's been incredibly worried.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Kurai placed a hand on her shoulder. "We're going to have to tell his parents, and cousin. I think they could take it better coming from his friends." With that they both stood up and started walking back to the academy.
Halfway through the cemetary, Moka abruptly stopped. It took Kurai a second to realize she stopped following and turned to face her.
"What is it?" He asked as he walked up to her.
He noticed Moka's eyes were hidden under her hair. "What are we going to do now? About the killer?" She questioned making sure to keep her eyes hidden.
"We're not going to do anything about it. I already talked to the headmaster. He's going to have the actual authorities take care of this." Moka showed her eyes and they had a look of shock to them.
"They killed Kurumu, Yukari, Tsukune, all of our friends. What do you mean we're not doing anything about it?" She said at the brink of yelling.
"Whoever they are, they're not right in the head. The authorities will handle this. It ain't worth our time, and it's definitely not worth our lives." Kurai said to her with a look of seriousness.
Kurai turned his back to her and slowly started to walk away. "We were in over our heads to begin with anyway. There's pretty much nothing else we can do at this point. This is an executive decision, we're not taking this case anymore."
Something inside Moka snapped and she couldn't hold in the rage that wanted to come out.
"THIS IS SOME SERIOUS SHIT, THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID!." Moka yelled.
Kurai stopped in his tracks. He didn't know what was more shocking. The fact that Moka wanted to continue, or the fact that she cursed. Knowing her, she never acted like that, and that caught him off guard. He turned back to face her and saw that she was fighting back tears that were desperate to come out. Kurai could sense something in her aura. A feeling he was very familiar with.
Determination.
Kurai's mouth gaped open, and then it turned into a smirk. "You really want to go through with this, don't you?" He asked as he approached her.
The vampiress's eyes widened at his question. She was sure he was going to persuade her not to continue.
"I asked you: Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asked her again.
Moka gulped and nodded.
"You do know if we find said killer, and in the event I won't be able to deal a finishing blow, you're going to have to be the one to kill them right?"
Moka stared in silence at what he was telling her. But in her mind, she knew he was right. She might have to take a person's life. But she also knew that she would have to take a killer's life. The thought of Tsukune and all of her dead friends, made her realize that she had no other choice.
She stared Kurai right in his eyes and nodded. Kurai was surprised at her answer, and followed up with his classic smirk.
"So like I said. What are we going to do now?" She asked him.
"You go back to your room and rest. At eight sharp, I want you to be prepared in comfortable running attire, preferebly something in black. I'll take care of everything else." Kurai ordered.
Moka nodded, and they both dissappeared in a flash of smoke.
Moka was pacing back and forth in her room in nothing but a black sweatshirt and black trackpants. She looked to her clock to read 8:02.
'Where is he?' She thought as she imagined how tonight was going to go down.
'I have to be strong.' She whispered in her head.
'You better be.' She heard a voice coming from the Rosary.
Moka gasped. "It's you!" She said out loud to herself.
'It sure has been a minute.' Inner Moka said through her Rosary. Moka couldn't help but cry at hearing a voice that was practically her sister.
"It's so good to hear you again." Moka said with her voice cracking.
'The feeling is mutual. How you holding up?' Inner asked.
Moka took a deep breath. "I'll be fine once we bring this killer to justice." She declared.
'Are you sure you want to go through with this? You could get killed as well.' Inner responded.
Moka didn't dignify her motives with any response, and Inner knew what she was thinking.
'Very well, just promise me you'll be careful.'
"I promise." Moka declared.
The Rosary didn't say another word.
"I promise." Moka whispered to the Rosary
*BANG*
Next thing Moka knew, her entire room was covered in smoke. Once it cleard, it showed Kurai wearing all black. Strapped on his back was the Lævateinn, and a satchel was hanging on his shoulder.
"You ready to do this?" Kurai said as he threw the satchel on the bed.
"What's in the bag?" Moka asked ignoring his question.
Kurai walked to the satchel and opened.
"All day, I've been raiding the school for supplies necesary for tonight's stakeout." He dumped the contents. Inside were energy bars and water bottles, flashlights, binoculars, a first aid kit, cans of tomato juice, a thermos, and a leather bound book.
"What's that?" She said picking up the thermos. It was hot to the touch.
"Coffee, that'll keep me up for hours." He reached deeper into the bag. "I got something for you too. I stole them from the infirmiry." He pulled out two plastic bags filled with a thick red liquid.
"Blood packets, AB positive, don't really know who it belonged to but without Tsukune around you're going to need a food source, and I refuse to become your evening meal." He placed them back in the bag.
"I only found two so you're going to have to make those last. Which is why I also got this." He pulled out a syringe with the needle capped, filled with a darker colored blood.
"This is 100% concentrated demon blood. It's also my blood. This'll be more of an adrenealine shot then a food supplement. Only use it when your back is against a wall." He placed the syringe in a little pocket in the bag.
"Is that it?" Moka asked as Kurai packed the rest of the supplies in the satchel.
"One last thing." He reached for the back of his pants and pulled out a Vektor CP1 pistol.
Moka backed up a step. "Where did you get a gun?" She spat at him.
He took her hands and placed it on the palm of it. "I stole it from Mizore's room. She's got every square inch of that place lined up with them. I got one as well." He pulled another one just like hers from the waistline on his pants.
He examined the exterior of it thoroughly. "Fully loaded sixteen rounds, 9 mm, safety is located at the front of the trigger guard, and is practically snag proof. The best part is they don't make enough noise to draw attention. They're perfect for inexperienced people. We only have one magazine each so make them count." All of a sudden Moka snatched it from his hand.
"Quit playing with it or you're going to shoot someone." She nagged.
Kurai smirked and snatched it back. "You better believe I'm going shoot someone." He cocked it and slipped it on his waistline. Moka stared at him with a look of shock. The gun remained in her hand, and she stayed silent.
"Besides.." He said as he unsheathed the Lævateinn. "I got this bad boy on me." She lightly chuckled as he placed it back on the sheath.
Kurai could tell she felt uneasy. "You scared?" He asked. She responded with a nod.
She was surprised when Kurai placed a hand on her shoulder. He tilted her chin up so that they made direct eye contact.
"Moka, I'm just as nervous as you are. There's a good chance I'm going to die tonight. But I can tell you this, I plan on going out fighting. You Moka, you're a different story."
"What do you mean?" Moka asked him.
"You're an S-Class monster. Even with that Rosary on you're still a force not to be taken lightly. You're strong and I know that for a fact. I know you can do this. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. But the only way we can actually do this is if I know you got my back."
Moka stared at him with shocked silence. She didn't know how to respond to any of this.
"Moka, do you got my back?" He asked her again.
Moka stared directly at him and could see the seriousness in his eyes. Just like that, she took the gun, cocked it, and strapped it on the waistline of her pants, answering his question.
"Atta girl." He flung the satchel on his shoulder, and the both of them disappeared in a quick puff of smoke.
"Anything yet?" Kurai asked lazily as he stuck his nose in his book.
Moka scanned the area with her binoculars and took them off of her eyes. "Besides a hawk hunting a field mouse, I got nothing." Moka said as she grabbed one of the blood packets and took a swig of it. It wasn't as sweet or irresistable as Tsukune's, but it was okay. She sat down next to him and noticed Kurai's book.
"What are you reading?" She asked as she tried to read it herself. The content of the pages were pretty much strange looking symbols, and words she couldn't understand.
"It's a book full of all kinds of demon spells and rituals. Someone gave it to me sometime before summer vacation. Whoever it was also fixed my sword and sent me that crystal ball."
"Any idea who it was?" Moka asked.
"All I know is that whoever it was refers to them as 'A Friend,' and they told me not to trust anybody." He took out the note he received and handed it to her. Moka scanned over the note and handed it back to him.
"That's creepy, kind of reminds me of..." She hung her head. "Mizore." She whispered.
Kurai caught on and placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "I miss them too."
Moka turned to him and gave him a comforting smile. She found it nice that she had a shoulder to cry on. Once she could see his eyes, she knew something was bugging him.
"Something on your mind?" She asked as she took another swig of blood.
"All this time, I thought Kiria was the killer. I was so sure it was her."
"What made you think it was her?" Moka asked.
"The assassin that tried to kill me and Tsukune, they had strands of white hair. She was the only one I knew with hair like that. It doesn't make any sense."
"You know she had a crush on you, right?" Moka blurted out. Kurai sat in silence and shock and stared at her mouth hung open.
"What?" He asked in disbelief.
Moka nodded. "That's why we were at the bath house that night, to cheer her up. You broke her heart accusing her of something so evil. She wouldn't stop crying."
Kurai faced forward and pressed his head against the wall with his eyes closed. "I'm such a goddamn idiot. I threatened her, I held a knife against her throat. And now she's dead. I really am an ass."
Kurai opened his eyes at a realization. "And she was so kind, and sweet, and innocent...and really beautiful." His mind started to wander elsewhere until Moka brought him back.
"It seems you had mutual feelings for her." She teased.
"Yeah, I guess I do." Kurai admitted.
Befor they could continue with their conversation, they were interrupted by the sound of a loud door slamming that echoed halfway across the school.
"That came from the gymnasium." Moka said as she pulled out her gun and cocked it.
"Kurai?" She said in a serious tone.
Kurai drew out his sword and swung his satchel over his shoulder. "Let's go." And they both disappeared in a puff of smoke.
The both of them found themselves in the school gymnasium, weapons at the ready. Only to find it was extremely dark and empty.
They scanned the area and lowered their weapons. "I guess we just heard things." Moka said as she walked to the back exit. Kurai did another scan of the gym and followed behind her.
"Maybe it was the wind." Kurai chuckled.
"Or maybe you're blind funny boy." Said an unknown voice.
They both raised their weapons and turned around. Standing near the front exit were two figures whose faces were hidden in the shadows.
Although there were two people, Kurai could feel the presence of at least nineteen other people in the room.
Moka pointed her gun while Kurai held his sword above his shoulders. "Why don't you step closer?" His tone sounded more like a command then a question.
The two figures did as told and approached them rather fast.
"Slowly." Moka seethed.
The two stepped under the light being given off by the window. The light showed their faces.
The person on the left was obviously a female. She was surprisingly young, with green aquamarine eyes, flaming orange hair kept in two bushy ponytails with big red bows, and fair skin. Her outfit consisted of a white shirt and red sailor girl top, with buttons and a tie split in two. She wore the standard uniform girl's skirt, and long red-brown stockings reaching up to her thighs. Perched up on her shoulder was a little bat with a hamster like body.
Next to her was a man of average hight, with long black hair that covered his right eye. He was a wearing a long brown coat that closely resembled a poncho with tassled edges. He wore beige pants with a belt buckled with what looked like a skull. Strapped to his back was what looked like a curved blade.
Moka pointed her gun until she got a good look at her. Instantly her determined look turned into pure fear.
"Who the hell are you?" Kurai asked.
"Who the hell are you?" The boy responded.
"Those are our next victims Naga." The girls said to him with a devilish smirk.
It all made sense to both Moka and Kurai. "So I take it you're the ones who killed all those students, not to mention our friends." Kurai decleared.
The girl smirked. "Of course it was easy, with them being weak and all. And that Aono boy, he didn't deserve vampire blood." She then turned to Moka, whose hands were shaking as they made direct eye contact.
"Well, well, well. It's been a while Moka Akashiya." The girl teased.
Kurai turned to Moka and noticed she was visibly shaken by something. Most likely the girl she was staring directly at.
"Moka, you know this girl?" Moka's hands shook as she continued pointing the gun. She didn't say a word. "Moka, pull yourself together." Kurai snapped at her.
That brought Moka out of her trance as she slightly lowered the gun. "Kokoa, what are you doing here?" She stuttered.
"Oh come on." The girl named Kokoa said in a sweet and innocent voice. "How are you going to treat your little sister like that?" She enunciated the words 'little sister'.
Kurai's jaw dropped. "Moka, don't tell me. Is that really your sister?"
Moka responded with a simple nod, and faced her again.
'If that girl really is Moka's sister, then there's no doubt she's a vampire.' Kurai thought
"You never answered my question. What are you doing here?" She asked again.
Kokoa smirked. "I simply came to kill you." She said nonchalant.
Kurai grabbed Moka's gun from her hand. "That's all I needed to hear." He pointed the pistol and sent three rounds heading towards Kokoa's head. Before they could make contact, the boy Naga pulled out his blade and swung it sideways, slashing all three bullets in half and sending them flying in different directions.
His weapon was easier to see. He was now holding what looked like a scythe with a wickedly curved blade fastened at the angle with a skeleton's head. The handle was as white as bone.
Kurai got over the initial shock and sent only one bullet towards Naga's head. Instead of slicing it, he stood there and allowed the bullet go clean through his brain.
Kurai would've celebrated had it not been for the fact that Naga didn't move at all, instead he got his scythe in a battle position and everyone watched as the wound on his head start to close and knit up, much to their disgust.
"You really think you can kill a shinigami?" He asked with a feral smile.
Quick Monster Fact:
A Shinigami, is a japanese version of the Grim Reaper or Death God. They pass judgement along the deceased and decide whether they are to live or die. They possess weapons known as Death Scythes, which are used to collect the souls of the dead.
Back then there was only one Grim Reaper himself, who single handedly collected the souls of all the deceased. But due to the increase of death thanks to famine, diseases, and war. The Lord of Death himself created hundreds of his own kind out of bits of his own flesh and blood, resulting in him being reduced to nothing but a skeleton. As of today, hundreds of Shinigamis have their own life and children of their own, and it's their job to collect assigned souls. Being Death Gods, it is most likely they cannot die under any circumstance.
"So what now Kokoa?" Naga asked.
Kokoa grabbed the little bat in her hands. "You kill the boy. But don't touch my sister." She squeezed the bat and its form shifted until it now looked like a spiked iron club. "I'll kill her myself."
Kurai got in a fighting stance, his sword at the ready. Naga got his death scythe ready to kill.
Kurai threw the Lævateinn, and it flew like a speeding projectile towards Naga, who responded by moving his head to the right resulting in the sword striking the wall instead of his head. Naga faced from the sword to Kurai who was flying towards him at great speed with his foot out ready for a kick. Naga moved more to the right and Kurai missed him by mere feets. Before Kurai's foot made contact with the wall, he stuck his other one out and bended his legs as his feet touched the wall and back flipped off it. He then grabbed the sword and swung sideways, Naga ducked before the blade could decapitate him.
Kokoa ran to Moka at full speed with her club ready to strike. Moka held up her gun to shoot her, but as she looked into her psychotic eyes. Fear washed over her as she dropped the gun and procceded to run away.
"Where you going Moka? Let's fight like we used to." Kokoa screamed as she struck the ground with her bat.
Naga took his scythe and made a sideways jab towards Kurai's gut, but he blocked with his sword before he got sliced in half. Naga quickly pulled his blade back and repeatedly tried to stab Kurai with it. Because the scythe was more aerodynamic and swift, the best Kurai could do was block with the Lævateinn.
"Don't underestimate my scythe. Even with a dull blade, it can cut anything clean in half. And with every soul I collect, the blade becomes sharper. So imagine what it's like with nineteen souls trapped within it."
"So those were the other prescences I felt, the souls of all your victims." Kurai figured out as Naga made attempt after attempt to stab him.
'This guy is incredibly skilled. There's no doubt he's an even match.' Kurai thought as he continued blocking. He then smirked. 'Good thing I don't have to play by the rules.'
As Naga made another slash at him, Kurai tried something different and did a high front flip over Naga. He then raised his free hand above his head.
"Devil's Tendrils" He shouted as his hands glowed with dark energy.
Five scaly dark purple tendrils erupted from under Naga's feet and ensnared him in a web of tendrils. As Naga tried to struggle, the tendrils wrapping him became tighter and tighter.
"What the hell is this?" Naga barked as he continued struggling.
"Keep moving and you'll start to lose oxygen." Kurai said with a devilish almost sadistic smirk.
Naga gave Kurai his own smirk. "You're not the only one who can pull tricks out of their ass."
"Scythe Requip Succubus" He bellowed
All of a sudden his finger nails grew incredibly long ad wickedly sharp, two bat like wings ripped from his back.
Kurai's eyes widened in shock. "That's a succubus power. How can you do that?"
Naga used his nails to slice the tendrils restraining him to tiny bits.
"You see my Death Scythe allows me to harness the Yokai energy from the souls of my victims that are kept in the weapon. Once I do that I can gain the properties of said Yokai and use it for myself. So that blue headed whore with the gigantic rack, gave me succubus powers."
Anger flooded in Kurai's system as he besmirched Kurumu's name.
Once he was free Naga took his scythe and did a upfront slash for Kurai's head, the latter turned his sword to the side and intercepted the blade head on. The momentum from his push forced Kurai's back against the wall. Naga pushed his scythe harder against the Lævateinn and forced the blade near Kurai's throat. Kurai used his free hand to push the blade back, but the Shinigami proved hiself to be quite strong, as Kurai pushed the blade harder away from him, he could feel the blade cut into his fingers.
'This guy's going to make mince meat out of me if I don't think of something.' He thought as he sweated bullets.
Moka wasn't doing so hot either, she had managed to avoid Kokoa's attack for a long period of time. But Kokoa found an opening and struck Moka in her ribs, knocking the wind out of her as she crashed into the wall. Moka looked up as Kokoa approached her, and was paralyzed with fear.
"Kokoa, why did you do all this?" She asked hoping to distract her long enough.
Kokoa simply smirked as she stopped ten feet away from her. She hid her eyes under her bangs.
"Revenge." She muttered.
"I-I don't understand." Moka whimpered.
"I heard about all those people who attacked you and caused you great pain, and you let them off scott free, you never made them cower under you or beg for your mercy, instead you just let them push you around and hurt you." Kokoa explained.
"Kokoa, I..." Moka started.
"YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO VAMPIRES EVERYWHERE!" Kokoa bursted out in a loud uproar, catching Kurai's attention. Naga took advantage of his distraction and pushed his blade closer.
"First rule in a fight: Never take your eyes off your opponent, not even for a sceond."
Moka stared at Kokoa with wide eyes, as far as she knew, Kokoa was actually defending her, so what changed?
"I wanted them to pay for messing with my big sister, for treating you like you're weak." Kokoa continued. She then revealed her eyes to show they were wide, portraying her true psychotic personality.
"But I realized something. Those group of weaklings you called friends, they're what made you weak. So they had to die to atone for it."
Moka was purely shocked at the fact that she killed them because of something they never did.
"At one point I met Naga, and we made a deal to kill people as long as he kept their souls. Sounded good to me." Kokoa stepped closer and closer until she was right in front of Moka.
"Kokoa, you still shouldn't have done all this. Imagine all the lives you ruined." Moka rebuttled.
Kokoa's psycho smile turned into gritted teeth as she glared at the pinkette. "You just don't understand." Kokoa seethed. "You'll never understand no matter how many times I tell you. You're pathetically weak." Kokoa said as she placed her foot against Moka's neck and pinned her head against the wall. Her spicked club now took the form of a broadsword.
"You...bitch." She stuttered as she raised the sword and swung it downwards aiming for Moka's heart.
"You shouldn't have been born to begin with!" As she looked down at Moka's face covered in fear, something snapped within Kokoa and she stopped the sword
"Moka watch out!" Kurai yelled as he forgot all about Naga and ran to Moka's aid, he instantly felt a searing pain in his arm and decided to drop it as he ran with the sword held above his shouler. Kurai didn't notice that Kokoa stopped her attack, and swung the Lævateinn straight towards Kokoa getting ready to decapitate her.
That's when Moka intervened. "Kurai stop, don't kill her!" She yelled.
Kurai mustered up enough strength to stop himself and stopped the blade inches from her throat. He watched as Kokoa dropped her bat sword and started to bawl in her hands.
Naga walked up taunting Kurai. "Your names Kurai, right? Well I have to say you must be an idiot if you risked your arm for that girl." He watched as Kurai stepped in front of Moka as he clutched his bleeding shoulder.
Naga smirked. "Or maybe is it because you love her?" Naga asked.
"Bite me." Kurai groaned.
Naga didn't say a word as he watched Kokoa start to tear up. "Kokoa, what the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you kill her?"
Kokoa wiped the tears from her eyes. "I..I can't kill her. I don't have it in me to kill my own sister."
Moka stepped from behind Kurai despite his warnings and proceeded to hug her sister.
"Kokoa, if you take responsibility for your actions, maybe you'll get a lighter sentence." She assured.
"Moka, get into reality. They've killed people out of cold blood. No matter how much responsibilty she takes, it won't mean shit." Kurai yelled.
"He's right." Naga said as he swung his scythe and stabbed Kokoa in the back. As he pulled out his blade, Kokoa released her grip on Moka and fell in a pool of blood.
"Kokoa." Moka stuttered as she held her limp sister.
No response.
A dim silver light radiated off Kokoa, and wisps of white mists flew out of her body and into Naga's scythe.
"That's her soul." Kurai pointed out.
Moka watched in fascination and horror as the last bit of her soul flew into the scythe.
"You always said the weak deserve to die. The irony." Naga said as he walked away.
"You two aren't worth my time, so I'll be nice and spare you." Naga said as he walked away.
Moka closed her deceased sisters eyes and stared at the floor. "Kurai, I don't care what you have to do, or what you have to resort to." Kurai stared wondering if she was about to say what he was thinking.
"Kill him, and when you eat his soul make sure it's painful"
Kurai was taken aback by her demands, and then smirked. "No problem." His eyes turned red as he readied his sword.
Naga abruptly stopped and chuckled slightly. His chuckle soon became a full maniacal laughter.
"You must have some kind of death wish. But no matter." He said as he drew out his Death Scythe.
"I can gladly oblige." He said with a feral grin.
"Scythe Requip Yuki-Onna"
The blade on his scythe became frozen ice, and his hair turned white as snow. He then spun his sythe like a fan, and a blizzard was heading straight towards them.
"Hell's Fire." Kurai yelled, instantly, his whole body erupted within purple flames. The blizzard disappeared when it was within feet from him.
"Not the best choice." Kurai mocked.
"Then in that case." Naga grinned.
"Scythe Requip Werewolf."
His scythe illuminated a faint silver glow almost like the moonlight. Naga's body began to swell with raw and wild power. His face sprouted gray fur before turning into a canine snout while his ears relocated to the top of his head. His forearms elongated and grew out black curvy sharp claws, with dark and gray fur growing on them. The same thing happened to his feet as they became more canine, and sprouted fur and claws as well. And shooting out from his butt, a great bushy gray tail was present.
"Call me one wicked attack dog." He growled.
Kurai ran at wolf Naga and aimed his sword right for his chest, just like that Naga disappeared and reappered behind Kurai.
"Too slow." He taunted. After that he ran around Kurai in a super fast pace.
'I remember this fighting Ginei.' He instantly felt his cheek split open and burn like acid. Naga managed to slash him. 'I need something faster than a sword.' And just like that, an idea popped in his head.
He pulled out his pistol and pointed it to where he estimated Naga's head would be. As a werewolf, Naga was a blur, and that's just what he needed.
Kurai pulled the trigger and Naga ran into the bullet, where it landed in his neck. He was blasted back by how close it was and fell on his back.
He coughed. "Dammit, that actually hurt." He choked as he reverted to normal. The wound on his neck was stitching back to normal.
Before he could try anything, Kurai took the Lævateinn and plunged it into Naga's stomach, the latter coughed up a huge amout of blood.
Before Kurai could do anything else, he felt something sharp penetrate into his side, and looked down in horror as he saw the death scythe impaled in him. Naga kicked Kurai in his gut, sending Kurai and the sword flying until he landed in front of Moka in a heap.
"Kurai." Moka screamed as she gingerly placed his head on her lap. Kurai had a hard time keeping his eyes open.
Naga tried to close the wound with his powers, but his body wouldn't listen to him. Despite the pain he got up and approached them. "Now you made me mad." He growled.
Dark red energy surrounded his entire being.
"Scythe Requip Vampire." He roared.
A swarm of bats appeared out of nowhere and completely covered Naga and his Death Scythe, when the bats cleared away and dissapeared, it revealed Naga, only with slit, cat like red eyes, and fangs on his teeth. The blade on his death scythe became wickedly sharper, and was crimson red.
"He got Kokoa's powers." Moka stuttered.
Naga raised his scythe. "NOW DIE!" In a quick flash of smoke, Moka and Kurai teleported.
"They disappeared?" Naga yelled frustrated. He looked around the room as if he was playing hide and seek with them.
"WE HAVING FUN YET!" He screamed out of the top of his lungs.
"Hold still, this is going to hurt a little bit." Moka said as she applied and an alcohol rag to Kurai's bleeding cheek.
"Aaaahhhh! Man that feels worse than getting stabbed." Kurai cringed.
"Quit complaining you big baby. And keep it down before we get caught" Moka said as she placed a gauze on his cheek.
Currently Moka and Kurai were behind the lunch counter in the cafeteria to hide after barely escaping Naga. Moka was applying first aid to Kurai.
"How are you feeling?" She asked him
Kurai lifted up his red stained shirt to reveal a deep cut from where Naga had stabbed him. He looked up at her and gave her a weak smile. He nodded and said, "It's not as bad as you think."
"Still we got to get that treated." She took of her jacket and ran it over cold water from the nearby faucet. She then wrapped it around his waist and tied it in a snug knot, making it in to a makeshift bandage.
"We'll get you help, just don't worry." She assured him.
Kurai shushed her. "You got to keep your voice down. Naga is probably still in vampire mode and will have super senses. He'll be able to find us soon if we don't stay quiet."
Moka opened her mouth to object, but she knew he was right.
She then sulked thinking about Kokoa, and how she was now dead.
"That was really your little sister?" Kurai asked as if he was reading her mind.
Moka nodded. "Kokoa Shuzen, we're half sisters if you want to get technical. We had the same father, but different mothers. We grew up together when we were little girls."
"So how did it get to the point she hated you so much, she wanted to kill you?"
Moka pouted her lip and looked at her Rosary. "Before I got this Rosary and had my powers sealed. Kokoa used to fight the other me all the time, she would always challenge her to fight and would sneak attack her. But no matter what my other half always came out on top."
"Inner Moka as a little girl. That's really hard to picture." Kurai interrupted.
Moka chuckled slightly. "A few years back I had my powers sealed and tried to live in the human world. Kokoa would always find me and tried to get me to fight." She then pointed to herself. "But in this state, I just didn't have it in me to fight." She started to cry and covered her mouth to keep the noise down. "I haven't seen her in two years. I guess at one point, something within her snapped, and brought out this insane personality. It's all my fault she's dead." She sniffled as she bawled in her hands.
Kurai placed a hand on he shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "I know you're grieving, and none of it is your fault. But you're going to have put that shit away right now, because we have a reaper hunting us like animals."
Moka wiped her tears away and looked up at him. "I have an idea, but I need to know if you got my back."
Kurai smirked and patted her on the back, answering her question.
"Good." With that, she whispered something into his ear.
For five minutes, the cafeteria remained silent, until the sound of Naga bursting through the door broke the silence.
"Where are you?" He called out to them. Naga was still in his Vampire mode, and caught Moka and Kurai's monster energy from the room.
"Olly olly oxen free." He called out as if they were children. All of a sudden, he heard a tiny footsteps coming from behind him. He turned to see Moka and Kurai trying to sneak out from the back exit.
He drew out his scythe. "Found you." Using his newfound vampire speed, he ran at the both of them and sent his scthe through Kurai's waist and Moka's hip, resulting in the both of them being sliced in half.
He reverted to his normal look. "Now that that's over, what do you say I take your souls now?" He said to the two corpses.
He placed the blade of his scythe over the both of them and waited for something to happen.
Nothing happened at all.
"There souls, where are they?" And that's when it hit him.
"Copies." He said to himself
He turned around to see Kurai right behind him with his sword held high.
Naga blocked with his blade and attempted to stab him, but Kurai was attacking with his sword incredibly fast, so Naga didn't have a chance to respond.
*BANG*
All of a sudden, Naga felt something go through his head and out of it. He turned to see Moka holding a smoking pistol at his side.
Naga turned to her, and completely forgot about the sword wielding demon right behind him. "You bitch you're going to pa..." Kurai took advantage of his distraction and sent the Lævateinn clean through Naga's neck, completely decapitating him. Moka watched as Naga's head rolled on the floor as his blood stained the floors, and his body slump and fall on the floor with a thud.
"First rule in a fight: Never take your eyes off your opponent, not even for a sceond." Kurai said as he flicked the blood off his sword.
"Is he dead?" Moka asked wanting to make sure.
"Let me check." Kurai kicked Naga's head across the floor like a soccer ball. "Yep, he's dead."
"It's weird that a Grim Reaper can die." Moka pointed out.
"It's because he wasn't really a reaper." Said a voice from behind them.
The both of them turned behind them with their guns drawn out. Standing behind them was a woman wearing formal attire. A black jumper over a white long sleved shirt, black dress pants, boots, and a pair of spectacles. She had black hair put in an interesting style that starts short in the back and sloped into longer strands towards the front. In her hands was a supressed sniper rifle.
"Drop the gun." Moka ordered.
"Don't worry, I have no intention of killing you two." The woman said as she approached towards them. She dug through her pockets and pulled out a gold badge. "My name is agent Yumi Terrino of the RDLJ."
"R-D-L-J?" Kurai questioned.
"Reaper Department of Law and Justice. Tenmei Mikogami, the headmaster of this school hired me for the case after the recent murders, but it seems it wasn't necessary." Yumi explained.
"Wait, you said Naga wasn't a reaper." Moka said.
Yumi nodded. "Correct, he's actually a Yokai called an Onimodoki. And he's been wanted for four years.
Quick Monster Fact:
An Onimodoki is a shape shifting Yokai that can take the form of any monster they come across. Depsite this, they are the weakest of Yokai to ever exist.
"What exactly was he arrested for?" Moka asked.
Yumi walked to Naga's headless corpse, and picked up his Death Scythe."
"Naga Tsunimo. Five years ago, he murdered several Yokai's that weren't scheduled to die so he can keep their powers all at once. He was eventually caught and was given a life sentence. He also had his powers stripped."
"Like he did now?" Moka asked.
Yumi nodded. "A few years back, he escaped from maximum security, stole this prototype Death Scythe, and killed an RDLJ officer with it."
"Prototype?" Kurai asked.
Yumi traced the blade with her finger. "Wicked sharp blade, high gloss finished handle, and the blade itself is capable of carrying the souls of the dead. It also allows you to gain the property of the monster in which you killed. After killing that officer, he used shinigami powers to properly use the Death Scythe."
"He killed them all for power." Moka realized.
"He must've used his Shinigami powers to heal that gunshot wound." Kurai added.
"At least it's all over." Kurai said as he flung his satchel over his shoulder.
"You two should be proud. You took down a huge threat, and bravery like that deserves a reward."
"If it's money, you might as well forget it." Moka mumbled.
"How about your friends back?" Yumi suggested.
Both their eyes widened and turned to her.
She gave them an assuring smile as she pointed to the blade. "Your friends and all of his other victims are inside the scythe right now, since they never passed judgement we can still bring them back."
Moka was brought down to tears. "You can bring them back?" She asked.
"Believe it or not, this isn't the first time people not scheduled to die were wrongly killed. All I have to do is sign some paperwork, dig up their graves, and we can have the souls placed back in their proper bodies in two-three buisness days."
"Thank you so much, that'll be great." Kurai laughed.
An hour later, the both of them watched as Naga's corpse was being taken by the coroner.
"Thank you for shooting that psycho killer in the head." Kurai joked.
"Thank you for slicing off that psycho killer's head." Moka responded.
Once the coroner's van left the academy and disappeared into the woods. The both of them walked back to their dorm rooms.
After a moment of silence, Moka finally broke it. "Kurai can I ask you something?"
He turned his head towards her. "What is it?"
"Do you love me?"
Kurai abruptly stopped and stared in silence. "Where'd that come from." He laughed in disbelief.
"When Kokoa was about to kill me, Naga said you risked your arm just to save me. And then he said it was because you loved me. Is it true?"
Kurai ran his hands through his hair. "To be honest, no I don't."
Moka looked a bit offended.
Kurai caught his mistake. "Not like that." He stuttered trying to fix his mistake. "It's just...you're my friend, and I promised that I wouldn't let anything happen to you, and that I got your back. You probably would've done the same for me anyway."
Moka now looked relieved.
"You really rose to the occasion. I'm proud of you." Kurai said as he patted her on the shoulder.
"Thanks." Moka laughed.
Two days had passed and Kurai was currently in his room writing in his journal.
Journal Entry #10
2 days had passed and Yumi kept her promise and brought everyone back from beyond the grave. It took a while to explain to everyone the events of what happened, even when we told them that it was Moka's little sister Kokoa that killed everyone. Speak of the devil, Kokoa joined the Newspaper Club and apologized to everyone for what she had done.
Boy that was awkward, and she also did it so she could get close to her sister. Things are about to get more interesting.
After placing the journal back in his drawer. Someone suddenly knocked on his door. Kurai opened it and saw Kiria looking flustered. She walked in uninvited and slammed the door Kurai took that as a sign saying she was still pissed off.
"Kiria I'm so.." He was interrupted as she clashed her lips on his and dragged him into a rough kiss. He could actually feel his cheeks burn from the mad blushing. After a few seconds she calmed down and it became more passionate.
Kurai had no words that could describe the kiss. Saying it was amazing would be an understatement. Her lips were so soft and tender, so warm and inviting. It was sweet as well. He loved how their lips fit perfectly together. She had such a nice taste. Like a perfect blend of sweet and bitter. He was instantly hooked to her taste, wanting to savor it forever.
Pretty soon they broke for air. And he saw she was blushing madly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"I'm so glad you're alive." Kurai said as he wrapped his arms around her waist."
She eventually escaped his grasp and looked down at the floor in embarassment. "So does this mean we're boyfriend/girlfriend." A mad blushed enveloped her cheeks.
Kurai responded with a smirk and pulled her in for another kiss. "Does thay answer your question." He asked.
Kiria nodded and left to go back to her room.
"Bye Honey Bunny." She smiled as she walked away.
"Later." Kurai said as he shut the door. As he walked back to his bed, he looked down at where Naga had stabbed him. The wound was completely, not even reduced to a scar. He felt it heal during his kiss.
Kurai pondered and then shrugged his shoulders.
"Honey Bunny?" He said as he turned off the light.
Well that was something. Eh? Eh?
Well Kiria and Kurai are now a couple.
Actually that last scene, i'll be honest, that was so cheesy I can actually smell it.
I'm not the best at writing romantic stuff. I don't know why but I gag every time I read something about love, or when couples give each other baby names. In fact that 'Honey Bunny' thing just made me want to hurl.
Just so you know, there will be nothing between Kurai and Moka, I pretty much made it clear. They are just close friends and nothing more.
Next chapter up in two weeks or less.
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