The Dead in Misaki are still a problem.
It was all Roa's fault, after all. They were still here, trying to act as servants of a dead master, gathering flesh for him to feast upon. In reality, though, he was the one to blame because of a far more despicable reason; one everyone close to her knew by now.
That number of people were few.
Ciel had decided to do things a little... unorthodox from what she did most nights when handling these controlled corpses. (Unorthodox... how scandalous... if she were a real member of the Church.) Instead of hiding her 80 black keys within her robe, waiting to be materialized and thrown straight through bodies, she had packed her shotguns. Yes, she used them. Not as much she should be, however, which was why they were in order now.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! CRACK!
Wow. She'd forgotten how noisy it was; she silently chuckled to herself. This much noise in the night was a bit naughty... but it was for a righteous cause.
The bodies in front of her turned to dust. They really were all the weak stuff, all the light work. She could actually make it even easier if she wanted to, but what she was thinking about was totally out of the question. Unless there was a secret evil side of her that would make use of such knowledge.
Yes, she could use Roa's vast knowledge of magecraft combined with her ridiculously large supply of Od to make this fight less than an afterthought, if that was even possible.
She bit her lip. That was a stupid idea. She hated that knowledge, knowing where it came from. She wouldn't just use it so trivially. It would need to be something really dangerous, like Arcueid or Akiha inverting.
Or Tohno-kun having a little lapse...
CRACK, SPLORT, BLAM BLAM RIIIIP SLASH...
She was glad he was not here tonight, what with his condition. No actually, it wasn't because of that. She just wanted to be alone. To have this moment. To be frustrated. To take out that anger.
For Tohno-kun. For the death of Roa's very memory.
Click click. These guns were awesome. Truth be told, she preferred the black keys, (of course,) but who didn't need a palette cleanser every now and then? To hear the sound of these things was nearly drowning her own mental conversation, though. It would be fine; she would just need to take out a couple more dead hiding around this corner, and –
Wait.
Whoa.
Why were there this many?
And why where they all suddenly upon her, teeth gnawing, blood spurting, words mumbling, hands grabbing for her body, they were all over her, how were they this fast, what –
She kicked off the first three triumphantly. CRACK BLAM KAPOW.
"You are seriously messing with me right now."
The guns were empty. She had forgotten that she needed ammunition to restore use to these firearms, so she had forgotten it. Now she had two useless little pistols. And there were about 50 dead trying to scale the wall she was clinging to with two fingers.
She clicked her tongue. How inconvenient. To think she would actually have to fight with her hands here... it should not have even been a possibility if not for her grave oversight. No matter. She needed exercise anyway. Leaving a waiting crowd with nothing but a horde of bullets to their faces was simply rude. They wanted her, they got her. No questions asked.
Breathing sharply, she kicked off the wall and down onto a head that was quickly removed from its body, the first of many. One, two, three, four at a time, they were all seemingly dealt with. Feet to the face. Hands snapping necks very efficiently. No wasted movement. No mercy. Just authority. Take their legs out. Hands behind backs in a split second – wrists broken. Gut. Crotch. Straight for the heart.
She screamed a bloodthirsty battle cry. Who were these creatures? Could they even be called creatures next to her? To her? They were so far beneath beings, beneath being thoughts, she thought, that they may as well kill themselves and save her the trouble. It was a great honor, in fact, for them to have their halfway-existences snuffed out by her own limbs. By her own superhuman power. Yes, it was superhuman. It was like she was even a –
Two of them jumped behind her back, the last two. Oh – she could feel a little something in her chest.
A hand inside it, reaching for her heart.
Wait, had she run out of energy? All of a sudden, she was letting this trash destroy her. Forget about regenerating herself when they were still eating her up. They needed to be slaughtered. Fast and brutally.
SHHHK, SLICE, RIIIP, SPLOTCH, GRIND, - pop. Their skulls were halved. Like little jelly beans.
Back on the ground, panting heavily, one arm propped to lift herself slightly, she looked up. Who she saw was not who she was expecting.
"Akiha-san?"
"Don't trouble yourself." In the most Akiha way possible, she answered in an extremely disinterested, yet haughty voice, and threw her hair back in the way she always did. "It was absolutely nothing. A mere pittance of kindness."
Well that was annoying.
"What are you doing, saving me, O great half-breed?"
"What else must I do when there is nothing else? Honestly... I thought you kept close tabs on my life."
"I'd like to think so, and you should be grateful for that – "
"Then we are even. I would like to hear nothing more of that matter."
Ciel huffed, finally standing. "Where is Tohno-kun? Asleep?"
Akiha looked at her for the first time, as if her eyes had subconsciously ignored her till then. "If he is, it is not in his own bed. I am out, you are out... it should be fairly easy to put together?"
The two enemies shared quite the meaningful look. "Ah... I see."
He was with her again.
A second snort came from the Burial Agent. "Leave me before I become more agitated at you."
"Agreed. Although, I would remind you of who you should really take your anger out on, if you can at least..."
"Fool, I don't need you to remind me of something that's fresh in my mind. Goodbye." She started to crouch into a jump, then halted. "Wait."
That irritable Akiha-san turned with the very slightest of interest in her eyes now. Good. She would want to hear this.
"Take your hands off my Tohno-kun. He is mine. However aggressively you may go after him, I will beat you. No one will beat me. Not that woman, and not you. Do you understand?"
A few second of dead eye contact froze the air around then. There was a scent of crimson. Of vermillion. In the air. It was everything tense.
At last, Akiha appeared a little... amused. She chuckled, once, then had to restrain herself from laughing out loud.
"No, Ciel-senpai. I do not understand. Not one bit." With a final toss of the black hair, she left.
Ciel was so mad she could kick through a wall. Before she knew it, her right foot was in a wall. She looked at the stupidity of her situation for a moment. Then she shook her head.
She really ought to calm down.
THE END.