Dlbn: Hello, everyone! And welcome to the last chapter!

Nbld: That's right. It's the last night of Hanukah.

Dlbn: And thus, the last chapter.

Nbld: let's get going, shall we? Time for the Review Corner! Thank you to Yoitemichaelis for reviewing! Pound cake for you!

Yoitemichaelis: I think so. I might be wrong, though XD Hehe thanks ^^ Nisei really needs some good in his life. Mimuro should've taken him with him anyway *pouts* Ritsuka went off with his friends, that's all. They're all okay ^^

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Lighting the last candle on his menorah, Nisei sighed and tried to ignore the three nut jobs that had taken up residence in his living room. The three of them were trying to figure out how to play Dreidel on the living room rug, and throwing candy at one another when they got bored. An assortment of Skittles, Starburst, Smarties, gelt, and other assorted candies lay about his floor. He didn't really feel like cleaning up after them. They were adults, so they could do it themselves. But he knew that once Hanukah was over and he was no longer in a holiday mood, he'd resort to cleaning it himself because the others were, while capable, the laziest group of people he'd ever met. And he thought his classmates were lazy? These three turned lazy into a whole new word. Luckily, holiday vacation for his school was over, so he didn't have to deal with it. Unfortunately for him, he had another break coming for Christmas, since the rest of the schools got that off as well. Which meant he'd have that and New Year's to deal with them. Just great.

"Thank you, Seimei, for dumping all your problems onto me." Nisei muttered, glaring at the others through the flickering candle light.

Even after breaking their bond, carving Nisei's name out of his hand, and fleeing to America with his tail between his legs, Seimei was still a methodical, psychotic, manipulative bastard that liked to toy with everyone and keep his toys together, where they could easily be reached. But why get them all together now? He'd only been gone a couple months. Did he find some newfound passion for his plans while in America? Maybe he found a girl he wanted to impress. Nisei snorted at that idea. Of all the people he knew, Seimei was the second least-likely to form any kind of relationship. He himself was the first, but that ended with Mimuro. If he to pick anyone to pair Seimei with, just for fun, it would be Chouma. They were both just the right amount of insane to work together, yet not too far apart in terms of insanity that one would corrupt the other in any form. But Seimei only had eyes for his little Ritsuka, which Nisei found particularly disturbing; more so then Ritsuka's romantic involvement with the much, much older Soubi. At least the blonde wasn't related or psychotic (okay, perhaps a little psychotic). The age didn't really matter, since they were a Unit, but it was still strange. Unfortunately for them, the two of them being together as more then just a Unit meant that they were vulnerable to Seimei. If he threatened to hurt one, surely the other would back down to save their life. At least, that's how he thought it was. Didn't love mean that you gave up everything and everyone for the one that you loved? Nisei would do just about anything for Mimuro, and he knew the sentiment was shared. He'd even told Mimuro they couldn't be friends anymore to keep him safe from Seimei's wrath. The eldest Aoyagi hated when his pets' attention as being stolen by someone else; let alone their heart.

A gentle knocking on the door took the teen's attention away from the three psycho adults in his living room. Who in the world was visiting him? Mimuro wasn't scheduled to come home for two more days. Did he come home early and was coming to check up on him? It was just like the blonde to surprise him that way. Nisei took a few quick strides towards the door as something hit him in the back of the head. The knocking persisted as he looked down to see his Dreidel at his feet. He looked over to the psychos, who were playing innocent, but Yurio cracked a smile and Chouma burst into loud, annoying laughter and gave them away. Nisei rubbed the back of his head and picked up the small toy.

"Mature." He stated.

The three of them lost it at that as Nisei rolled his eyes and went to the door to open it. He unlocked it and pulled the door open.

"Hell…oh?" He wondered, eyes widening as he realized just who it was standing on the other side of the door.

Hard, plum colored eyes blinked at him from under a curtain of slightly curly black bangs. Cat ears perched on top of a head that was tilted up as if the owner was looking over the top of him instead of at him twitched.

"Hello, Nisei." A smooth voice with a hard edge greeted.

Nisei felt his jaw drop slightly and snapped it shut, taking a step back. "S-Seimei?" He wondered.

The laughing from the living room ceased as quickly as it had started. Seimei blinked at his former Fighter.

"I'm surprised by you, Nisei. You've never pulled from me before."

"I…but I don't get it…" Nisei swallowed. "Why…why are you here?"

Without asking, Seimei followed the fighter into the apartment. Nisei stopped moving so he wouldn't back into the counter behind him as Seimei shut the door with his foot.

"Well I'll be damned!" Chouma was the fist on her feet. She bounded over to the Beloved sacrifice and wrapped her arms around him.

Seimei pulled back in mild disgust but didn't yell at her to get away from him.

"What are you doing here, Seimei?" Hideo asked. "I thought you weren't coming back until after the New Year."

"You knew when he was going to come back and didn't say anything?" Nisei glared at the Bloodless Sacrifice.

Hideo shrugged.

"I thought you would skip town if you knew." Yurio stated. "But he's early."

"I didn't think any of you would stay around, let alone meet in Akame's apartment and stay here."

"You tricked me into letting Chouma stay here."

Seimei smirked. "I suppose I did."

"And them."

"They're here on their own accord. Not mine."

Nisei rolled his eyes. "You picked a hell of a time to show up. "It's a holiday for me still, you know."

"I'm aware." Seimei smirked. "I figured instead of getting you a present, I'd show up and be the present, hm?" He chuckled.

"What do you want, Seimei?" Nisei wondered. "I'm not a Fighter anymore and…"

"I've met someone that can change that for you." Seimei informed. "If you'll come with me, that is." He held out a glove covered hand to the lithe former Fighter.

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you're my enemy."

Nisei blinked. He didn't trust Seimei or his sources or friends, but he didn't want to be on his bad side either.

"Well, Nisei? Make a choice." Seimei prodded.

Hideo and Yurio stood behind him and waited. Chouma never left his side, removing one arm from around his neck.

"Are you with me? Or against me?"

"I'm…"

He really did hate being useless and missed being a Fighter but he didn't want to kill anymore for Seimei. And Gomon had threatened ot kill him if he tried to get back his power…

"But…Gomon said…"

"She will kill you if you pull anything or try to get your power back. I know." Seimei nodded. "I just need to know. Are you with me, or against me?"

Nisei closed his eyes and thought it over. On one hand, Seimei was a complete sadistic bastard. On the other hand, he was still Seimei's Fighter by blood and destiny, not power. When Nisei opened his eyes, he had a look of unwavering determination on his face.