The impostor that wore Ruby Tojo's face sat bound before Tsukune's desk in his office. The mood was somber, and dangerous. The Mongrels and Utsuki had been shuffled off to other places for the moment as this was something that was family oriented. Which there was a member with less than charitable intentions in any direction.
"I am less interested in knowing who you are, rather I am more interested in knowing where the real Ruby Tojo is. I have already figured out you are from Fairy Tale, and that explains much. So I must assume that Fairy Tale are the ones holding her. As my son has pointed out, the person that is the model in a doppelganger spell must remain alive, and hopefully she is in decent health. How long have you been impersonating her," Tsukune's voice was much darker than any of the children had ever heard, but did not react.
The impostor simply looked up despondent, "Ten years. Right after Tekeshi went to live with Yukari, and the real Ruby went on a sabbatical. I finished it out as I learned to act like her so that nobody noticed I wasn't her when I arrived."
"Don't use our names. You don't get to," Tekeshi seethed through grit teeth.
"Kodomo, let it go. Do you know where she is? The chances of you living long enough to see another day increase if you tell us."
"They will make me feel a pain worse than death if I say where she is," was the depressed reply.
"Yukari, is there any kind of magic you can perform to get the answers out of her," Moka asked never taking her eyes of the cruel facsimile of her friend.
The witch grunted, "Unfortunately not, or I would have already used it. I know many that can cause excruciating pain, but it sounds like that would be ineffective in this regard."
"You may wish to start speaking. Despite what many believe, well, you are likely much more aware of what we are capable of than most would be. Do you truly fear Fairy Tale, more than us," Tsukune like everyone else never took his eyes away.
"I know as long as I look like her, you won't do your worst. They don't have the same hangups from my appearance that you will. I...I...," she broke down crying.
"Pathetic. You get found out, and this is how weak you are," Harumi looked condescendingly upon the woman.
"I'm sorry. Believe it or not, it hurts. I am a fake, but it hurts."
"Memories, still yours," Yusa said dryly.
Asusa said nothing. Throughout the whole thing, she said nothing. She alone didn't necessarily hold any malice toward the woman. Subconsciously she found it odd. Throughout the childhood of her, her sister, and their cousins, she was the meanest and cruelest. She hid it well, but even their parents knew. She was the one that would start a fight. She was the one who would mercilessly taunt and bully a person until they came close to the edge. She had toned down as she got older, and it had accelerated with her friendship with Utsuki. This woman she should hate though, she couldn't.
She finally spoke up, "Who are you really?"
"What," the impostor wasn't sure about the question.
"I asked who you actually are. As much as I hate to say it, you are still part of our family. You have always been there for us since I was five. Don't we at least have the right to ask that," her words were as cold as any of her family had ever heard.
"My name, my name is Galdia, I am, I am an elf."
Tekeshi perked, "An elf? That is barely even yokai. Why were you chosen?"
"Tekeshi, of everyone I thought you would know. Elves are truly immortal. They don't exist like we do, even like humans do. Where even Shinso pass at some point, an elf cannot die," Moka started to understand why the woman wouldn't reveal what she knew.
Tsukune nodded, "Well, that explains it. You are afraid of eternal agony. I can understand that, but you truly think that we are not willing to go that route in order to bring Ruby home."
"Screw this. I am just taking it from her," Tekeshi jammed Jakkasu down into the floor and crossed the distance from his father's desk to the woman.
"Tekeshi, what are you doing," Tsukune stood as he asked.
"Something that is forbidden," he replied as his hand closed around the top of the woman's headmaster
Tekeshi loved to read. He would read anything, even books talking about forbidden forms of magic. Such as those that could rape a mind of knowledge. To take everything that person wanted, and even things they didn't.
As he saw things unfold, it hurt. One assumed that it would be the person that the knowledge was being taken from that suffered. In reality, it was the person taking it. They had to make sense of it, turn it from electrical impulses in one person's brain, to the same in theirs. It wasn't so easy as ones and zero in a computer. Very few peoples' brain worked the same. Very few thought the same way. The person with the knowledge had no reason to suffer since it already existed there. Somethings were forbidden to protect those that would use it.
What he saw was in reverse. A cell, walking backward past a mirror, a ethereal woman with slightly pointed ears. Fear written on her face. She was being forced. Hallways made of linoleum and drywall painted beige. An elevator, a laundry or dry cleaners. Desert, a poorly maintained road, and an old Toyota SUV moving backwards past a sign written in Mongolian. He had enough to transport.
"Tekeshi, please wake up," he saw his dad standing over where he had passed out.
"I don't know why, but hearing you say my name always sounds wrong," the boy said as he sat up.
His mother smacked him hard on top of the head, "Stop doing things like that. You have been unconscious for over an hour, did you get anything from whatever it was you did?"
He nodded as his head started to clear out some, "They had her hidden under some kind of laundry place in Mongolia when the spell was set. I doubt they would have taken the risk of moving her."
"You are most likely right. If she had even half a chance she would at the least cause a commotion that would have attracted some attention. I will get in touch with Kokoa and have her get an assault team in place to rescue her," his father stood, helping Tekeshi to his feet.
"I'm not waiting that long," Tekeshi was already crossing the distance to his weapon as he raised his fist.
"Teki wait," Harumi grabbed onto his sleeve as Tekeshi completed his snap and the two disappeared in a gray light as a magic circled formed under them.
"Harumi. I am going to try to be calm. I can't guarantee that I will be able to. What the Hell were you thinking," Tekeshi was not impressed with the situation that he found himself in now.
"What the Hell was "I" thinking. What were you thinking? You are a teenager embarking on a solo rescue mission against a god damned paramilitary terrorist force that has kidnapped our aunt and held her for a decade. Where are we," Harumi tore into him as she started to realize they were standing in a desert with a strange lonely building slightly off in the distance.
"We are currently about a sixteenth of a mile from the most confusing laundry service location in the world. Underneath is some kind of base that our aunt is imprisoned in, and has been imprisoned in for that decade. I am planning to go in there, kill everyone, and bring her home. As much as I hate the idea of you getting bloody, are you willing to help since you are here?"
It took the girl a second to fully process what he was saying, "Go in, kill everyone, and get our aunt back. I... don't really have much choice since I am here. So what's the plan," she asked to his retreating back as he walked toward the building.
"What plan. I'm just going to hit them like an atomic bomb. Screw subtlety," he said as he removed the ring from his finger.
The next minutes upon their arrival at the building were, bloody. One would not really think that a succubus would make a very good combatant. That would be a grave mistake. A race that was completely designed for sexual pleasure would of course need to be able to protect themselves from their prey when things went wrong. Nails that could become ten inch, razor sharp, and almost unbreakable talons. A prehensile tail that was fully capable of gently caressing certain body parts, or producing enough force to powder small bones and vertebrae. Leathery wings that could be used to take flight and allow them to dive bomb from greater altitudes. There was a saying, all is fair in love and war, and the succubus was the best example of that.
Striking talons, and a flashing sword dealt with all that were present before an alarm could be raised. Tekeshi was more brutal, having learned to strike with his body and extremities as much as his blade as he fought. Harumi was more precise, almost dancing around her victims before removing entire body parts with red streams of blood following her movements. It took only mere minutes for them to empty the building.
"This is harder than when Mother was training me. Not the killing, just the dance," Harumi was amazingly fresh despite the vigor of the activity.
"You really have grown up from the crybaby you were. I almost wish you hadn't, that you weren't here. I am glad you are watching my back though," Tekeshi said as he flicked the blood from his sword.
"When you left, I had to get stronger. Otherwise I would have been at Asusa's mercy. I would have been at the mercy of anyone who looked down on me because of who my father had been. Tekeshi, I know this isn't really the time, but you won't ever see me as I see you, will you," she couldn't even look at her cousin.
Tekeshi was silent as he located the hidden elevator and summoned it, "I won't. I am surprised that you actually realized it."
"I've noticed how you look at Dyke when you know she isn't looking. I wanted you to look at me like that for so long. I should hate that you don't, but the more that I think about it, it seems right. When I first noticed, I wanted to cry, and I ran away before you noticed. When I finally found a place to be alone, I couldn't cry. I laughed, at myself. I laughed because I realized just how stupid I have been all of my life. If you were really my destined one, then there would never have been anything to get between us, otherwise it wouldn't be destiny after all. I kept on acting like I always have, because I didn't want you to feel like I had stopped loving you, I didn't want to hurt you," while the timing was inappropriate, it made the girl feel good to make her chest lighter, if only figuratively.
Tekeshi quickly closed the distance and embraced the petite girl, "Harumi. I told Asusa this not that long ago, but you are my sister as much as you are anything to me. Even if not by blood. I will never stop loving you, I will never push you away. One day your destined one will come along, and he better hope that he treats you like the princess you are, or he will have to deal with me. You are right though, I am in love with Utsuki. I, don't know how to tell her, but I am."
"The elevator is here. Thank you, Onii-san."
"I AM SO FREAKING BORED," one of the three guards in the post complained.
"When aren't you? Gods, there only needs to be two of us here at a time, go take a break. Go have fun with the witch or something," one of his companions said never taking his eyes from the monitors.
"That isn't fun anymore. I mean, she isn't exactly that fresh. She wasn't when I got here," the first guard complained again.
"That isn't my problem. Go hit up post 5 five, I hear they have a chick up there that was just assigned, and can't get enough."
"Doesn't sound like she would be all that fresh either then. Wait, there is the little witch, I don't think anyone has touched her yet," the first guard said pensively.
Both of the other guards swiveled and stared at him. There weren't really good people, but they had to have some kind of line they wouldn't cross. Without that line, they weren't monsters, they weren't men. They would only be beasts.
"For the love of... What the hell is wrong with you? Are you completely depraved? The girl is six years old, what the hell," the third guard couldn't believe what he had heard.
"Who would care? It isn't like they will ever see the outside world. Who knows how long the higher ups are even going to continue keep them alive? There are rumors that they might even dispose of them soon, so why shouldn't she get a chance to feel like a woman," the tone that the first guard took disgusted the other two.
Both of the other men felt sick listening to him. So much they had forgotten what their purpose was. Had they been paying attention, they would have seen the slaughter that was occurring in the halls. The juggernaut with the sword cleaving entire groups, and the beautiful girl dancing through the gaps and leaving nothing but corpses behind her.
"You sick son of a bitch. I have never liked you, I have tried to get you removed from this post, and they have said to suck it up. You need to be put in the ground. No, they want us to stay in a human form to try to unify us, but there is only one kind of monster that would even consider that. You are a damned orc. I should have realized it before. Get the Hell out of my guard post now, and don't come back," the second guard stood and yelled at the man .
"Yeah, yeah. You know command is going to override you, but if yo-," as the door opened a sword impaled the pervert through the mouth and out the back of his head.
"Wow, I didn't know that karma acted that fast. Hope you burn, you piece of shit," the third guard said as he observed.
"Well, you are the worst post here. The prisoner you have held here, where is she," they finally snapped out of it and saw the blood splattered teenagers staring them down.
The two realized they were most likely not going to live much longer, but they suddenly found that they needed to do something decent, "We will take you to them. That cadaver you just made us woke us up to who we have been following," the second guard said.
Harumi stepped over to him, "Well, are you telling the truth, or are you just trying to save your life?"
The third guard spoke up, "That corpse was a favorite of the base command. He was just talking about raping a child, all because he was bored. What do you think?"
"You think that everything you do is in the right, until you are really confronted with it. What are your names, and what kind of monsters are you," Tekeshi stepped over to look at the camera panel.
"I, am Darius, I am cyclops," the second guard said.
"Herman, I am an alp," the third guard said quietly.
Tekeshi raised an eyebrow, "I didn't expect you to answer. Maybe you really have seen the truth, but here is my next question-."
"What are your sins," Harumi finished for him.
Darius took a deep breath, "Things I no longer wish to live with. Follow us."
The guards led the teens through the halls, blood covering most of the surfaces. Sightless eyes stared into the distance from so many bodies, and sometimes heads that had been removed from their respective bodies. It was strange how calm the men were among their fallen comrades, but then they now knew what they were.
"Here," Herman said as they reached a heavy looking steel door.
"You understand that we can't let you live? Do you have anyone that you want a message passed to if it is possible for us to," Tekeshi asked solemnly.
"We joined together. Neither one of us have any family. Nobody will miss us. We don't blame you, when we joined we made our choice, and we must accept the consequences for it. Even if you let us live, then Fairy Tale would see us dead," Darius didn't make any excuses.
"Please face the wall," Harumi said as she let two of her nails grow out, "I will make it clean and quick."
"Can we at least know your names before we die? So we know who to forgive when we reach the other side," Herman asked as he and his friend faced the wall and closed their eyes.
"My name is Tekeshi Aono, and this is Harumi Kurono."