Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BEN 10 OR AKAME GA KILL. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. BEN 10 IS OWNED BY MAN OF ACTION AND AKAME GA KILL IS OWNED BY SQUARE ENIX.
Hello all! This is MegaRdaniels giving you all a new chapter in the story, Ultimate ga Kill! Well, I'm going to do the Saitama Challenge on April 27-29. 100 Pushups, 100 Situps, 100 Squats, and a 10 Kilometer Run! I have been eating pretty bad and I think its time for me to get back in shape. Alright, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, please always leave reviews, they are always appreciated.
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XXXVII: Kill the Crazy Nut Job
The evening hit the Empire when the sun slid down the horizon, the now and lonely Seryu was in her room slightly calmer than the days previous. Word had gotten out that Dr. Stylish had been defeated...rumors of his death started circulating like wildfire. Esdeath tried all that she could to tame the beast within this girl. But all she could do was delay the inevitable.
Korro lied with his master as Seryu stared at the ceiling with a blank look. The hatred for the Revolutionary Army, the hatred for Night Raid was eclipsed by the absolute rage she felt against one man...Ben Tennyson. This was the man who humiliated her and her pet on multiple occasions. And she was blank of all thought. She was no longer seeing red. Her sight was black. Her sanity was beyond moot. Her heartbeat thumped like an out-of-control roadrunner on speed trying to break out of a glass bullet-proof box. Her eyes shook. Her mouth was numb, and her hands tingled. She felt nothing from her hand sot her toes. She lied up on her bed like a motionless plank.
Her sanity was in a coma.
Her mind was numb.
Her face cracked with pure acrimony.
Resentment.
Anger.
Black.
Her emotions were replaced by the definition of a moot moral obligation for justice to just pure, extreme rancor. Rancorous hatred, rancorous prejudice-rancorous feels. She was not human. No human being, even the ones who we defined as far gone, had not dropped so far down the cliff than Seryu. Korro was taken aback when Seryu, his master, groaned.
"She does not fucking understand my hatred for that fuck," she whispered in a dark, venomous tone so soft and innocent, but stung like myriads of honeybees stinging her at once, "Ben Tennyson and his ilk are terrorists beyond civilized definitions. Esdeath, a great of a General as she is, is ignorant and stupid for her own good. She underestimated him. And for that, had she killed him rather than sit down like a good little puppy dog, Dr. Stylish would be alive. But nope. She let him live. There was no word on the Emperor—I mean she did...but she did not argue her point. She's a bitch. She could kill all of Night Raid, but in my eyes, she would always be a bitch. Ben Tennyson killed my parents. Ben Tennyson killed my Doctor. He killed innocent people. And all...she...could...do...is offer me empty promises. Empty vessels. Like pirates on their endless voyage. She's no leader—not even a competent one. She is a tool of the Ben 10 Machine!"
There was a knock on the door, "Seryu? Are you okay in there?" Wave barged in without no regard for her permission. He hurried in worried about her. She had not seen sunlight for the past 3 days.
Seryu did not say anything. She was dead on the bed.
"Seryu?"
"Wave?" Seryu responded.
"Oh," Wave was relieved, "I'm glad you're okay. Esdeath..."
"Okay? Wave, please define 'okay'?" Seryu asked innocently, "Does it has a definition where you want to die?"
"Uh..."
"Because that is the feeling I have right now...dying, but not in a mortality sense. Life is just an illusion, an illusion where it can fade over time. A mirage as it seems. And before you know it, you're back to reality. And what is reality?"
"Um..."
"Death. Death is reality. Death is the cycle the world runs on, and everyone should follow it. It's the law of actualities. The constitution of infinite existence on this Earth. It is so powerful that those who defy such laws die without question. Your name and your existence would be nothing but fiddle. Your life is worthless—until one day that one man who defies all logic comes into existence to shit on our constitution. He is the threat of our status quo. Compared to Night Raid...they are Imperial Officers compared to that man," she finished.
"This isn't about this Ben Tennyson right?" Wave asked.
Seryu clicked her teeth and took a deep breath. Korro jumped out of bed and walked to the desk, "Can you close the door?"
"Why?"
"No, just close it. It's a private matter and I want this to be just between you and me. That's all," Seryu stated.
Wave closed the door; the room became darker as a result. There was some light from the sunset, but even that didn't do much to illuminate the heavily anti-Ben 10 room. Seryu got out of bed and approached Wave.
"Look, I'm sorry about what to the Doctor and..."
"I'm not mad about that...anymore," she smiled, "So you see, evil exist in all fashions. Those who wear capes and those who don't. Those who gladly pick up a sword to fight and those who raise families. Evil was not born by any entity or supernatural occurrence. It was here all along. And right now I have been fighting in a two-front war: those who support Ben, and those who think I'm a nut—so I want to level the playing field."
"Seryu, Ben Tennyson is not real—look I..."
"Hold that thought..." Seryu paused as she turned to a slightly disturbed Korro, "Korro, can you fetch me and Wave a glass of water?"
Korro nodded and hopped off the chair from the desk by the window. As Korro was retrieving some water, Seryu allowed Wave to finish with a simple nod.
"What I mean to say is that this whole Ben Tennyson thing is driving you mad. It's not healthy," he extended her hand, "Here, let me help you."
Korro gave Seryu her cup of water. Seryu held out from extending her hand to reach out to Wave. She didn't say a word. She answered with a simple gulp of the water. When she finished, something small dropped inside of the foam cup.
"Wave, I like ya. You're a well-mannered officer. A man of the sea, right?" she asked twirling her fingers around an uncomfortable Wave's chin, sliding her fingers down his chest before retracting back to her cup.
"Well yeah..." he said.
"The man of the sea," she repeated, "That's pretty sexy," she said in a flirtatious tone.
"You really think so?" Wave asked.
"Yeah," she continued, "almost as sexy as..." she looked dead in his eye, "Gax."
Wave froze; before he could react, Seryu quickly pulled out a small dagger from her foam cup and stabbed Wave in the chest. He screamed in pain as blood gushed out of his mouth at Seryu's face.
Seryu's anger and frustration froze over. She was silently enraged but with a meek, quiet tone. The knife and her fist were glued to Wave's body. The subtle, justice-seeking girl was fully married to mania.
She pushed her body up against the pained Wave, "Do you feel that?" she whispered, "That's my cold, short, steel blade interacting with your left pulmonary alveolus. The bloody, spongey air sacks that store oxygen and reproduces carbon dioxide. Air that criminals and criminal apologists pollute the atmosphere killing innocent lives."
"You're insane..." Wave said in pain.
"And you're brain dead," she whispered, "Don't think that I'm a fool to believe that you have not interacted with the evil man. You had trouble with him before. You ran up against him and you lost. Why believe them when you and I share a common goal."
"What are...Seryu, I...we don't..."
"Slow down...you'll die faster," she said, " she informed, "I heard through the grapevine that you had an interaction with Ben Tennyson. You fought him at Mt. Fake and you lost."
Wave groaned; he stood silent groaning in pain. She walked back, her hands tied behind her back, "You tried telling the Emperor and he laughs in your face. You warned people but yet scoff at you," she turned back, "Wave, I'm on a vendetta."
"A vendetta?"
Seryu pushed herself up against a pained Wave, "Wave, I have no allies in this war. Join me."
"You're crazy!"
"Maybe, but the sheer power the boy possessed, how he humiliated you? How he insulted your world..." her mouth slowly clasped onto his lower lips, "How he took advantage of your weakness and exploited it."
"I-I was..."
Seryu placed her index finger on his mouth, "I know," she slid her hand down his chest, "Join me and I will personally ensure that Ben 10 pay for his crime."
"How?" he whispered.
"By the worst means," she whispered to his ear; she licked it, "Join me."
"I will," Wave said. Without exchanging words, Seryu slammed Wave with all of her strength against her soft mattress and tackled him, pinning him down. The two aggressively exchanged lips, each enjoying each other's pleasure while Korro watched as the Nemetrix glowed red nearby.
...
Esdeath sat at her desk looking over at her city, guarding it like an angel. The one person...or perhaps two people she couldn't stop thinking about were Tatsumi, the mysterious blacksmith, and Ben Tennyson, the changeling. Her uttering the words Ben made her skin crawl, though she had considered him to be a great fighter and a worthy opponent, he was a threat beyond all levels.
Seryu had warned the Emperor including the General for the longest time. She didn't discredit or pushed her away, but she had to distance herself from her since her sanity was becoming moot.
However, she couldn't say she couldn't blame Seryu for her frequent fear of the green man. Tatsumi was enough but Ben was a whole 'nother story. Here was a man who could transform, according to the reports she received, a raging titan that could go toe to toe against Dr. Stylish's mutated form. Her thoughts on Tatsumi started to slowly fade, only seeing him as a second-best warrior. She still had respect for him, but Ben had more power than any assassin or any man could ever truly wield.
She did not deny that Ben was a threat or a danger to the empire. To be frankly honest, she would admit that she likes it.
She loved it.
Her last battle with him was graciously exuberant. Exciting. She didn't care if she died or not, she loved the idea of a strong opponent who could fight against her ton the death.
However, she preferred a man to whom she could control, she sought Ben as a person who was weak on unknown merits that she wants to exploit.
"General Esdeath," she turned around and saw a young man with milk skin, but and some muscular build to him. He had yellow eyes and crimson spiky hair a bit long reach to his back. Koan stood before Esdeath with an apathetic tone.
"Who are you?" Esdeath asked.
"I am Koan, a Vice Lieutenant for the Imperial Army, I have brought some concerning news," he said.
"Go on?" Esdeath said.
AN: Well, that's that-until tomorrow! HA YEP! Thought I was playing huh? Yep, I have written two chapters in ONE DAY! Well, THREE CHAPTERS pretty much. Two for this one and I believe one for the One Punch Man and Justice League crossover fic. But whatever.
Also, I have made my webcomic...but it's not a fan-comic unfortunately. The price was WAYY too top heavy! So, I made an original webcomic. And for those who are interested, please send me a PM and let me know so I can send you the link.
Oh, and as for the OC, he's not gonna play a major role in the story, but he is going to be important. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this fic as much as I have writing it. Please always leave reviews, they are always appreciated. And until next time...
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