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Hey guys! Get ready for Chapter 3! This one will be dark so a warning a before hand. You are either gonna like or hate Suzaku after this. By the way, I've drawn a cover for this fic and the link is here sta . sh/0rgcm9q5mfp
It's what Suzaku looks like in this story too pft.
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Soft clouds dotted the afternoon, rolling through a barren blue sky. Birds twirled in the wind, landing in various dark corners and grooves of the timeworn buildings across the city of Florence. What was once a city of discovery that cradled the beginning of the renaissance was now transformed into a populated tourist destination. Flashing cameras glittered in droves, accompanied by the sounds of excited tourists that cheered at the reveal of the newly discovered artifact from long ago. Faded orange buildings contrasted against the harsh gray steel of the many large shopping malls that cropped up at the city's center, drawing in thousands of people each year. And among that dense jungle of the crowd walked four distinctive figures, who peered into the haze of the city's collective zeal.
"I thought Italy was supposed to be filled with a bunch of old buildings or some shit" Soul carried a small bag of essentials, walking right out of a modern convenience store. Followed by three others, each with similar bags in tow.
"Since when were you interested in architecture anyways? We're on a mission right now, so it's not like we have time to look around." Maka scoffed, appearing a bit impatient at the idea of wasting precious work time. The more they mess around here the further away was her goal of creating a death scythe. The only reason they went into that store was to purchase the last leg of supplies for their long trip in Europe.
"Whatever, let's get this over with so we can get back to the airport already."
"Hey, Suzaku, do you have the map downloaded for this place? My phone's having a bit of trouble getting a signal here." Maka tapped away on her smartphone to avail. Her international plan had run out of data in the worst place possible. Her friend approached, whipping out a paper map of the city that he had purchased from one of the tourist stands.
"This should do. It's big enough for everyone to see," Unfolding, revealing the layout of the area, the student gathered around, "According to the info we're given, our target likes to disguise himself as a tourist and catch unaware tourists in the old district."
"Did your soul sensing ability pick up anything, Maka?" Nunnally asked while Suzaku and Soul marked the areas they've checked throughout the last few days they were patrolling the city, area by area, street by street.
"No luck yet, but I think we're close." Maka crossed her arms in contemplation, closing her eyes to concentrate. Hundreds, no thousands of human souls popped onto her radar, moving in millions of ways and in multiple directions, overwhelming her senses. Steadily, she tried to narrow down her focus, feeling sweat dripping down her face from the intense focus, yet the search only grew more frustrating by the minute.
"Maka, are you alright?" A light tap on her shoulder jolted her awake from her intense focus, snapping her green eyes open to face her worried friend. Florence was a vast city, sporting an even more impressive population, so finding one egg in a hunting ground this big would take days if not more. "You don't have to work so hard if you feel like you're reaching your limit, range wise"
"I know, I know, but I just don't want us to be stuck here all week because of one guy. It's been a long trip…" exhaustion built up in the pig-tailed meister's words, sometimes she wondered if any of the others were having an easier time. They had run down the last of their supplies when they first packed for this month-long mission to Europe. Similar to the trip to France, the targets were tricky than the students expected, often ambushing or blending into society so well that it was borderline impossible to sniff them out at times.
"When we get back, we should give the others a bigggggg welcome!" Pulling out a gift box that shot out a clown with multiple strings of confetti, this made the two girls giggle, washing away any tension from before, "I got one for both Kid and BlackStar," Grabbing another box clown from her bag, this one appeared entirely asymmetrical.
"Pft, that's too mean Nunnally!"
"No gift for us, eh? Can't believe how hurt I feel," Soul interjected.
"Sure Soul, I'll get you something if we get this done quick" Suddenly sensing impending danger, there was a hidden pressure to Maka's teasing, although Soul could not figure out why, but his primal instincts told him he was in some real danger when they got back. Dark smiles greater than any kinshin eggs plastered on the two girl's faces, making the scythe boy afraid for his well-being "H-how about we get back to the mission for now. Suzaku, take it away man!"
"Two teams are better than one, we should split up again to find the kishin egg before he leaves another victim" Ignoring his friend's pleading eyes for help, Suzaku casually listed off the plan he had brewing in his mind. "Me and Nunnally will take the northside and you guys will go south" Pointing to two suspect locations, the boy further elaborated on his idea, "Despite having multiple other areas on the map, I have a hunch that the target likes to change locations for his crimes. Four days ago, a body was found in the eastern region by the museum bar, and just yesterday he ambushed another in the underground in the western parts here. Pattern wise, he always goes after vulnerable tourists who stray away from the crowd, ones that are heavily intoxicated or lone travelers."
"That's a lotta info you just rattled off. How'd you figure that much out from such a short time?"
"The DWMA takes in all of the police reports for Kishin eggs, so I thought I'd look into them by asking some local authorities for help" Pulling up some notes on his phone and a pdf containing the last few list of crimes committed in the area that matched the suspect's memo.
"Doesn't only the academy receive those reports?" Maka mused out loud, raising an eyebrow.
"My father does have a few connections in Italy…he just visited a month before" Scratching his head sheepishly, Suzaku hid the real method that he had come into contact with this information.
"Being the prime minister's son does have its benefits, never thought you'd be the type to leverage them tho?"
"I don't like relying on him for stuff, but it was for the best this time around".
"Soul! Scythe form!" A blinding white flash followed up by a cold red scythe made contact with sick, rotten flesh, slicing the figure mid air, under the demonic moon of the Florence sky. Wielding her weapon, swinging it upwards in a graceful arc, the meister ensnared the soul before having her scythe consume it in one fell swoop. Bloodied ribbons of crimson rained down like confetti showered the streets below, dying the dark cobblestone streets in a deep red.
Landing on her feet as she released her partner from her grip, Maka dusted off any remains of kishin egg from her long coat. It was black for a reason after all.
"Nice, guess we got to the guy first. Feel bad for the other two tho". Soul had gotten back on his feet, morphing back into his human form. Looks like their friend had hit the mark, but also lost his catch.
"We should get into contact with them, can you call Suzaku, Soul?" Still having no signal on her phone, Maka turned to her friend for help, but before her partner could reach into his pocket he saw his meister snap her head away, directing her attention to a tall, nearby, building.
"Huh? Something wrong Maka?" Wanting to get her attention, Soul waved his hand in front of her to no avail, it was like he had suddenly disappeared from her vision entirely. Instead, he could see her visibly shake.
"Soul…we should go and investigate that church over there…" Her voice curt, her eyes brows furrowed, showing a face of intense concentration that silently spoke to the boy of its severity, as well as relayed to him the sudden triggering of her soul sensing abilities. Ten, twenty, fifty souls in the building surrounded by someone and something. But it was off, very off.
"Whow, you can feel something from this far away? You sure that's a good idea? We should call the others for backup first if it's a-"
"No Soul, there's no time. I need you in scythe mode, now." Reaching out her hand, Maka waited for his reply. In her mind, a sea of souls had just vanished from the church, only four signatures remained.
"Fine, but at least tell me what's going on while we get there!" hopping from building to building with her partner in tow, Maka raced her way to the building, her heart racing as they went. Souls linked through an inseparable connection between meister and weapon, Soul was able to feel her agitation grow as they approached.
"There's a meister on meister fight happening inside there right now! I can feel their souls clashing as we speak!" Hair blowing in the wind, Maka held onto her scythe tightly, her grip ever increasing, closing the distance. Leaping off of one build, making a brisk landing she met the twin doors that harbored something inside.
"Another meister and weapon pair other than our two teams? You sure this wouldn't be BlackStar paying us a visit again?"
"No…this one feels different from our usual mock battles. I felt several more souls just before we arrived here too, but they've all gone and vanished!" Pulling open the grand doors, Maka zoomed out of the way of a battered Suzaku that rolled onto the streets, barely catching himself with his sword in hand, clutching his left shoulder. Turning her attention inside, she saw a pink haired figure wielding a dark sword stand in the middle of a massive church.
"Didn't I say it before? The doors only open from the inside-! oh, it looks like you finally listened to me for once."
Suzaku jolted up from his position, dashing straight inside again, running up the side of a wall in the church in a zigzag fashion, leaping out of the way of several dark projectiles headed his way, throwing his body, landing a rough kick on the boys head, crashing him into multiple wooden church chairs.
"Suzaku! What's going on?" Maka dashed inside after her friend, who was laser focused on his enemy in the rubble.
"I'm going to stop him. This bastard just executed a ton of people for no reason at all!" Blood trickled down from his cheek, as the brunette brushed off the pain and pushed onwards. His classmate steadied herself, aiming her scythe at the pink haired figure who slowly rose up from the destruction, akin to a twisted phoenix.
Body broken, neck misaligned, face contorted, the figure snapped his once battered form back in place. A dark shadow grew from his back while his sword screeched, causing everyone to cover their ears in unison.
"Hey! Is that a girl? Do I have to fight her too? I dunno how to deal with girls," aiming his sword, rushing like a speed bullet across the church, he clashed against the soul force of Suzaku who raised a fist, jabbing him in his abdomen before he could swing, followed by a powerful sword that knocked him down by the head. Following in his footsteps, Maka swung her scythe, aiming at the figure's neck, letting the cool metal eat away at his skin, yet just as she was through, her blade stopped.
"What!?" Leaping back from a barrage of black blood that erupted from the wound, small spikes tore into her coat while she got away just in time. On the opposite side, she could see Suzaku guarding his sword with his left hand, while the ominous figure rose once again.
"Pft! Girl or not, finish them both you dolt! Stop fooling around and kill them already!" The dark blob yapped, forcing the figure's to move against his well, causing the two to discordantly fumble around the battlefield, heading straight from the scythe meister in the back of the church. Holding up her weapon in anticipation, guarding her vitals, Maka dashed for a counter attack but she heard a voice yell for her to stop.
"Maka! Don't let Soul clash with that sword of his! It'll hurt him!" Suzaku shouted, running after the two, dashing up the walls of the building, reaching the roof, flipping in an arc to intercept the attack by cutting the distance between them and then delivering a soul force kick to the enemy's head but it was too late.
Scorching energy coursed through the figure's body, blisters, pops, and burns arose from his innards as he forcefully locked blades with the female who reeled back at the blood that splashed out from her scythe. Two chorus of screams erupted under the crimson stained glass of the broken church, separating the two, knocking one to the floor and another against a wall, clutching her partner tightly.
"Soul! Soul, are you ok?" Maka looked to her friend, who grimaced at the pain from within the reflection of the blade.
"We have to finish him now, Maka! Never mind about me! Now's our chance." Shaking her head, she knew Soul was trying to encourage her to go on, however he only worried her more.
"But I can't let you take another hit!" She felt her hands shaking for the first time ever since she became a meister. Cold sweat rolled down her face, this was the first time she'd ever seen the splattered blood of someone she cared about. Crimson red dripped down from the stained glass windows, giving them an ominous aura.
"You two should get out of here and call for backup from the DWMA, I'll hold him off in the meantime and make sure he doesn't leave this church" Suzaku restrained the figure when he landed straight on top of the boy, one foot on his back and a hand twisting his arm, preventing him from his using his sword.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! Get the hell out of there you idiot!" Wincing from the volume of his earpiece, Maka noticed the voice.
"Is that the same voice caller from before? If he's telling you to run? We should all retreat and contact the academy!" Maka pleaded, just who was on the other line and how long had her friend been listening to its directions. And there was also the worry from Nunnally facing the same consequences as Soul.
"I can't! If I let him out into the city, there's no telling how much damage he might do. You saw how our weapons don't work? This guy's only weakness is punching him over and over again with soul force, so go meet with our reinforcements and take Soul to safety right now!" Confused at what the brunette meant at meeting others, Maka had no choice, being backed into a corner. Shouting, no ordering, the meister at the top of his lungs, she picked up a weapon and made way for the door, but as she was about to escape, an arrow-like beam shot down from the sky, causing her to leap backward.
"W-whos' there?!" Suzaku heard the clearly shaken scythe meister call out, now out of her element. Her face paled at what she saw outside, yet Suzaku was only able to hear this brief exchange having a dark spike driven into his side, stabbing all the way through.
"Suzaku!" iron bubbled in his throat, a warm liquid spewed from his mouth as he struggled to pull back with Nunnally forcing herself into her human form to yank him out of the trap when countless other obsidian spikes erupted forth, almost impaling the brunette into a thousand places.
"Ack! Stop it Nunnally! Turn back into your sword form before he gets back up!" Clutching his wound, warm red bubbling against his palm, unimaginable amounts of pain shot throughout his entire body. It was like a deadly poison that coursed through his body, causing him to throw up, his body shaking to stop the pain. All the while he heard all ranges of cursing, shouts and accusations come from the other line of his earpiece.
"I can't! I have to get you out of here, no more fighting, you'll die if you keep this up!" She tagged at his arm, not noticing how Maka and Soul were engaged in their own battle outdoors.
"There are already enemies outside too…the voice on the other line already informed the DWMA, and Lord Death's forces …they're already on the way." His vision faded in and out, in his hazy stupor he could only make out a kaleidoscope of colors mixed with alarming shouts from his partner. And lastly, something black oozing from his injury. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him at the massive blood loss from his deep wound. His eyelids grew heavier and his pulse slowed to only a tenth of what it used to and then…it all faded to black.
Live…
In that darkness he heard a faint voice echo in his mind.
Live.
The voice was stronger now.
As …. I command you, LIVE!"
Snapping his eyes open once more, he found himself in the middle of a shower of smoke and dust with his enemy petrified in the center, gripping on to his dark sword with shaking hands.
"S-stay back you freak!" The sword shouted, unlike before, with his meister tightly guarding his vitals with the blade. Looking down at his hands, he noticed the fierce glow of Nunnally's blade form and the stains of black blood all over his bare hands. The wound before had been closed with dark stains around his flesh.
"I don't wanna deal with him anymore Ragnorak! He's hurting me! It hurts, I don't wanna get another roof collapsed onto my head, let's go home!" Fighting back tears, the figure backed away from the brunette, now that he craned his neck to look upward, he saw the expansive night sky above with the creepy moon hanging in the middle. His jaw dropped, noticing the clean blade cuts that collapsed the entire church roof. Fallen pillars stained with equally eerie splashes black mixed with buckets of red. Moving to raise his arm, he found he was unable to control his own body as it charged crackles of black lighting coursed through his left hand while he held the sword in his right, smashing his palming into his battered opponent, he heard a yelp before running his sword through the chest of the pink haired boy, releasing it and then pulling something out of his pocket he threw the object at the other meister who only covered his eyes.
"Not again! No! Don't do it again! I hated it last time-!"
A flash and a bang, a nasty ringing pierced his ears, louder than than scream ever could as Suzaku linked with his weapon, resonating, charging a powerful hot white plasma that tore through his opponent's clean off like slicing through butter.
"Nooooooooo! Stop! That was my arm! How am I supposed to go home to eat dinner now!?" the body part flew, letting go of the sword held in its hand in the process. A large fist met Suzaku's own when it collided with the force of Ragnarok, taking over the boy's body. A terrible screech emanated from the sword that flew towards the weapon's main body, letting the large pre-kisin wield his own sword, forming a purple aura around him but not even this was enough to deter the determine of Suzaku who's eyes were now invaded by a pure, seething madness that swirled inside his mind. His face a blank, he matched the pre-kishin blow for blow, jab for jab, aiming his now plasma coated sword at the main body of the boy, tearing off leg in the process.
"GAhhhhhhh! Not my leg too! What will she say when I go back!" Tears flowed from the boy's eyes, he backed away, trying to run away by sprouting wings but Suzaku's body gave chase, devoured by the blackness swirling inside him, grabbing onto the boy's remaining leg as he took off. Trying to shake him off, flying in erratic patterns, bumping into structures, the crazed meister tried to reach for the screaming child.
"Stop it! No! Stop it now! I hate you! Get away from me! STOPPPPPP!"
Then a flash of arrow shaped lighting descended from the sky, finally knocking down the boy's pursuer. Falling to the ground in a loud thud, giving Ragnarok and his meister to flee the scene, broken and battered.
Waking in a cold, white room, he rose from a deep slumber like never before, his entire entire body ached from pain. His vision slowly adjusted to the familiar setting of the academy's infirmary. Flowing white curtains fluttered from the light breeze of the outside, obscuring rows upon rows of empty hospital beds. Pulling his sheets aside, he met eyes with a face that he had seen all too often. Blonde hair wrapped into a single long braid down the front of her neck, Medusa granted the brunette in a gentle smile.
"How are you feeling Suzaku? Is there still any pain?" She inquired, a clipboard along with a bag of medication in hand. Her angelic demeanor soothed his mind, being bathed in a pure white light in the morning daylight.
"I'm still a bit sore but other than that, I don't feel that different," Suzaku had vague memories of what happened or how he ended up in the hospital bed as he did. One moment he was in Italy on a mission and another, he was here, back at the DWMA.
"I'm glad you're recovering well. You were in a coma for three days straight after they brought you back" The woman saw change on the boy's face, a concerned expression mixed with confusion.
"Are the others ok? What happened during that mission…?"
Medusa paused for a moment, before explaining, "You were during a brawl between you and an unknown weapon and meister pair. By the time the academy's forces arrived, you were out like
a light." She summarized the situation, already seeing the boy wanting to speak up about his other question, "As for your partner and Maka's team, they have already recovered and are attending classes as we speak."
"That's a relief, as long as everyone got home safe, things ended pretty well." Staring back down at his hands, memories flashed of a certain time. Yet, he had a hard time recalling when or where. His mind was still dazed. Feeling a sudden jolt from an oncoming headache, he clutched his head in pain.
"Are you alright, dear? You should stay here for at least the next two days to recover fully."
"Thanks…but I'd rather be off-" Losing his grip, he slid off the bed, being caught by the doctor.
"Like I said youngman, this is an order directly from Lord Death himself, stay in bed or they'll make you, you got that?" Medusa was serious, making sure the brunette understood while handing him in some medication.
"These are pain killers, take them to help with that headache of yours."
Authors Note: The flash bombs Suzaku used were mostly what stopped Crona from going nuclear on him which turned the fight in his favor, thank Lelouch for placing them as fail safe items in Suzaku's locker, this will also be touched on as well. As for the black blood, it mixed with the geass command of forcing Suzaku to live and that's how he was able to overpower Crona so easily. After getting the black blood his body literally willed it into becoming his armor and steroid boost while he soul resonated with Nunnally to bring out that plasma sword. He had no memories from the fight itself either.
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