Ah and I deliver with another chapter for you pretty people. Spelling and grammatical errors get much worse because it's late and I want to sleep. I'm only going to ask you to review at the end of the last chapter, but feel free to review anytime, all right?


Omote moved through the halls quickly, trying to find Kurumu before she too was taken by death. Coming to the room that she could smell Kurumu's scent the strongest from, she rushed inside.

Many things happened at once.

Omote skidded to a stop at the sight of an eyeless Kurumu with her breasts cut from her chest and stuffed in her mouth, her talons ripped off and pincushioned where her breasts used to be.

The figure turned quickly, knife flashing red in the light, and leaped for the pinkette, weapon at the ready.

Omote screamed as a knife suddenly sank deep into her abdomen, slicing through her skin easily. She met the red eyes opposite her own and noticed the horror within them.

"Shit!" The pinkette heard a voice say up the hall. "Omote!"

The figure gasped and slowly helped Omote lay down. "Stay there." The figure told her, moving away quickly. Omote coughed, feeling blood drip from her mouth. Lying flat, she tried to cover the wound within her stomach, blood making her hands too slick to hold strongly.

Ura had heard Omote's scream and had pounded off, leaving everyone far behind as she raced in the direction she had heard her sister's cry from. The entire group followed Ura as the silver-haired girl raced down the hallways, looking around frantically for her twin sister. Coming to one door in particular, they watched her cock her head before kicking the door in. An animalistic howl ripped its way from Ura's lips as she fell to her knees, her large red eyes fixated on something inside the room. Kokoa and Aqua rushed forward, stopping at what they saw before them.

Omote lay flat on the floor, her eyes closed and her clothing and forehead sweaty. Her breathing was labored, blood dribbling from her mouth as she opened her eyes and looked up at the trio. Her pale hands covered a bleeding wound right in the center of her abdomen. Ura crawled forward and took her injured sister into her arms. Glancing up, she froze to see a pair of red eyes, just like her own, fade into the shadows, tears filling them. Ura's own eyes brightened further, seeming to glow as her anger reared its head.

"Who could be doing this?" Kokoa asked, clutching tight to her sister. Aqua held her younger sister close, loathe to let her go in case she was next.

"Whoever they were, we got here just in time." Tsukune growled. "They nearly finished Omote."

"It didn't stop them from getting Kurumu, though." Mizore murmured, examining the corpse curiously. "I did tell her they were too big…"

"Aqua, Kokoa," Ura called in a voice laced with authority. "Get me some wet rags and a blanket. Mizore, bring me some meat from the kitchen. Tsukune, bring me painkillers and bandages."

"What?" Tsukune demanded. "Why can't I stay and someone else do that?"

"Because Omote will be less willing to have an emotional breakdown if there are less people she needs to talk to." The others couldn't argue with this logic and so they went about doing their tasks as ordered.

When it was clear they were gone, Ura stood from her sister's side and turned toward the shadows. "I know you're still there." She snarled. "Come out, now. Before I get angry." There was a brief pause before a figure stepped from the shadows. Her face was still hidden, but she nodded to the silver-haired girl.

"Why did you do this to Omote?" Ura demanded, her hands curling into fists despite her efforts to control herself.

"I didn't mean to!" the figure hissed. "I thought she was someone else from that group, come to try and get me. How was I supposed to know she would be so stupid as to try sneaking up on me-."

"She wasn't sneaking." Ura snapped. "I could hear her. She was running just fine. Your ridiculous lust for blood is what spurred on your actions."

"Is she going to be alright?" the figure inquired, her eyes turning even more worried when Omote coughed again, more blood dribbling from her mouth.

"Well, she will be when everyone gets back with the required materials."

The figure nodded and knelt beside the fallen girl. Brushing pink locks from the sweaty forehead she gazed into the pained green eyes. "I'm sorry Omote. You know I would never hurt you or Ura. Just like she wouldn't hurt you two either."

"Oh yes, you can refer to her as such when you yourself-."

"Ura, I said I didn't mean to!" the figure snapped, standing to her full height and glaring at the silver haired girl.

"That doesn't excuse the fact that Omote's hurt!"

Just then, there was the sound of hurried footsteps and the figure receded back into the darkness, only her eyes peeking from the shadows. Kokoa and Aqua rushed into the room seconds later with the required materials. Ura nodded to them and set about getting to work on her sister. "Alright, Omote, I need to tear your shirt, alright?"

"Y-yeah." The pinkette coughed.

Ura ripped through her sister's bright purple shirt easily (leaving the top half in tact to preserve her sister's modesty) and examined the wound. It wasn't fatally deep, but it did need to be treated quickly. Taking the wet rags, the albino girl cleaned around the wound before dabbing as gently as she could at the wound itself. Omote cringed, but bit her lips to avoid crying out. Wrapping the bandages around the girl's torso, Ura breathed a soft sigh of relief. When Tsukune and Mizore got back from the kitchen with some meat, she fed it to Omote and gave her the painkillers to go along with it. The pink-haired girl slowly stood with the help of her sister and they turned to their friends.

"Is Omote going to be alright?" Tsukune asked worriedly, brown eyes wide with worry.

"Yes, she'll be fine now as long as she doesn't strain that wound."

Omote took a breath and turned to the shadows, seeing the eyes still there, watching with a mixture of relief and regret. She nodded to them and the figure seemed to sag with relief.

"Everyone," Omote said softly when she turned back to the group. "Ura and I have a secret to tell you."

Ura glanced down at her sister. "Now?" she wondered.

"Yes. They should know while she's still here." Everyone suddenly went on alert at those words, looking around for someone.

"Alright." Ura agreed, giving her sister an encouraging smile.

"You see," Omote went on nervously. "We aren't twins. We have another sister born at the same time as us."

"What?" the quartet shouted incredulously.

"So… what?" Kokoa demanded. "You're triplets?"

"Well…" Both Ura and Omote turned to the shadow and motioned for the figure to step out.

"But… I don't want to be committed." Everyone jerked back at the voice, so similar to Ura's, but with a slight lilt to it.

"We'll keep you safe." Omote promised, holding out her hand.

Hesitantly, the figure eased from the shadows, showing herself to the group for the first time. The girl looked just like Omote and Ura, except that she had silver hair with natural pink highlights and her eyes were bright red with tints of green littered throughout them. Tsukune's mouth fell open in shock as both Aqua and Kokoa began mentally gushing over the girl, starry-eyed and lovestruck.

"In our family," Ura explained. "There's a history of psychological problems within the females. Omote and I are the ones that have the most control. Moka, on the other hand, has hard times suppressing the sadistic urges found within our family history so she's kept locked in our basement and Omote and I help her study."

"You keep an identical sister locked in your basement because she's crazy?" Mizore asked blankly.

"Yes." Ura replied bluntly.

"Then what is she doing out now?" Aqua demanded.

"And why the hell is she killing us?" Mizore added.

"I… I couldn't control it." Moka murmured, ducking her head in shame. "I tried, really I did. At first, I only went after the people that I knew hurt my sisters, like that boy with the really long tongue. But… before I knew what was happening, I was attacking anyone I saw." Tsukune and Mizore stepped back a few paces as she brought a large jagged knife from behind her back, still shining with the blood of her latest kill and Omote's injury.

"So… are you calmed down now?" Aqua asked slowly, her eyes surveying the girl.

"Yes. I've killed the last person who was being mean to my sister." Moka's eyes flashed completely red for a second before the greenish tints returned.

"Then we're all safe." Tsukune grinned.

"You all are at least." Omote sighed, hugging Moka close.

"What do you mean?" Kokoa inquired.

"Well, once the police find out that Moka was the cause of the murders, in order to keep her safe, either Ura or myself will have to step forward as the criminal."

"What?"


Alright, so now you know who the actual murderer is. Be honest, how many of you actually did think that it was Ura who was killing everyone? Make sure you review, I'm getting sleepy.