Eurobeat and BL enjoyer*✧ ✰ ｡*

Life is not easy, especially when you are just a girl and trying to survive through possibly the most stressful time and hope it will pass soon. Especially when the main cause of your problems is living next to you.

It’s the worst.

It’s only her first year in the college, but for one gloomy girl, named Miu Kurosaki, it already feels like getting stuck in limbo.

No, it’s not like she is bullied or anything. That wasn’t even an issue in high school or even before that.

If anything, despite having an unreadable doll face, even the toughest delinquents were quivering by her giving a cold shoulder alone.

Although as long as she could recall, Miu wasn’t violent but she would become overprotective over her little brother. Her precious brother, who meant the world to her… Or at least until one certain girl has entered her world and becoming the light in her eyes, whose presence alone warmed her. Even if eventually Miu would understand that this girl, like the sun, wouldn’t only shine for her.

It was her first year in high school.

As the ebony-haired girl expected, this year she may be a loner again. But it was alright because getting too much attention would distract her from far more important things like studying, which should be her top priority. While stuff like friendships and love can wait. Besides, that alone wouldn’t assure a good future, and people's hearts change. So, today you might be irreplaceable and beloved; tomorrow you are just strangers.

Even your own company could be more comforting, and having peace of mind is more than calming. Or at least she convinced herself to think that way.

It was the end of the afternoon classes, but Miu’s mind was already far away somewhere else. That’s right; perhaps after finishing homework, she could finally install a new voice bank and see what she may do with it.

After leaving through the main entrance door and being greeted by the golden sunset and refreshing wind, she was in her own world while keeping her poker face.

Unfortunately for her, a harsh hit across her face made her trip over and gasp.

While she shakily respired and covered her face, she refused to make any noise or cry.

Meanwhile, the ball continued to roll away on its way, and other students briefly glanced at the poor girl who was sitting on her knee with a hung face before rushing through the school gate.

A moment later, Miu could hear rapidly approaching steps and a panicking voice. “Aaahhh! I’m sooo sorry!”

While covering her mouth and nose, the dark-haired girl with a long ponytail turns her face and stares at this person with her bewildered eyes.

Apparently, it was a brunette with shoulder-length hair still wearing a sports uniform.

Despite the concerned girl’s face while she was panting, Miu could recognize that she was one of the seniors from one of the sports clubs. What was more, she might have been one of the more popular students who had that distinct western accent that made her stand out.

But now, the brunette squatted near her and extended her hand at her. “Hey, are you okay? Did it hurt you badly?”

However, Miu didn’t say anything and turned her head away.

As she lowered her palm, the bright red blood painted her mouth and chin. Aside from that, the purple bruise under the curve of her nose horribly contrasted against her pale skin, making her look like a ghost.

“Oh goodness! It looks bad!” The girl in the sports uniform widened her eyes and covered her mouth.

Meanwhile, Miu only stared at her stained palm indifferently and let the nose bleed as if it was just dirt, just another inconvenience.

However, just when she stood up and planned to leave, the feeling of her hand gripped by someone made her look back.

“The nurse’s office might still be open. So, let’s hurry up!” The brunette prompted her, and after pulling out a cotton white handkerchief, she offered it to the injured girl. “Here. Don’t worry, I haven’t used it yet. So, it’ll do until we get there.”

Then she looked back and addressed her teammates. “Please continue without me! I need to take this girl to the infirmary.”

In the end, the ebony-haired girl only closed her eyes and silently sighed. It seemed she may need to warn her mom that she would come home later tonight.

It cannot be helped then...

On the other hand, even if she knew that this girl just wanted to help her, her hand's warmth was surprisingly pleasant. Perhaps it was warm enough to even reach her cheeks.

But… I don’t really mind it.

After entering the nurse’s office, the brunette quickly looked around. However, there was no sign of the nurse.

Although it wasn’t important at the moment, and they may still handle it before she returns.

For now, while Miu’s eyes were following the other girl searching through the shelves and drawers.

When she removed the handkerchief from her face, she carefully tapped under her nose and humbly commented. “It’s fine. It already stopped bleeding.”

After opening the freezer and picking up a smaller ice pack, the brunette wrapped it in a flannel and objected. “But it still looks like someone punched you really hard in the face. So, sit down and let me take care of you.”

Of course, Miu didn’t want to argue and wanted this to be over soon. So, she had no choice but to listen to this girl.

It’s bothersome. But it cannot be helped then...

After sitting on the hospital bed, she turned her head away and lowered her gaze.

“Come on, I need you to face me.” The brunette addressed her in a friendlier tone.

Even when Miu followed the given instructions, all she could do was stare with her sparkling eyes at this bright, sunshine-like girl so close to her.

Maybe an angel...

Now, she remained in awe at the brunette gently pressing the wrapped ice pack against her nose and reassuring her like a real nurse. “Here you go~ Just press it for a while like this and you’ll be good.”

At that moment, even her hands moved on their own and pressed the ice pack.

However, Miu was returned to this world by the other girl’s voice. “By the way, what’s your name?”

A moment later, she noticed how the brunette sat down next to her.

At first, the dark-haired girl gave her a confused look, but she averted her shy gaze and answered. “… Kurosaki Miu.”

“Miu-chan, then…” The brunette repeated her name as a newly learned word while looking at the ceiling.

When turned to the quiet girl, she smiled and introduced herself. “I’m Habana Moe. So, nice to meet you, Miu-chan, and let’s hang out together!”

“Hang out? Why?” Miu raised her eyebrow.

“Why? We are friends now, aren’t we?” Moe immediately responded as if it was the most obvious thing to say.

“But you are already popular, and everyone likes you, Habana-san.” The dark-haired girl politely objected.

After closing her eyes and sighing, Moe patiently explained, “First of all, you don’t have to be so formal with me. So, Moe is fine,” and fixed her hair while swinging her legs. “Besides, I like you. Or do you need another reason?”

You shouldn’t say such things so casually. Miu pressed a bit harder on the ice pack, making the ice crack.

“I see…” The ebony-haired girl said, and gave a demanding look like asking for confirmation. “Then will you be okay with that, Moe-san?”

“Of course, I will!” The brunette nodded and added. “Then if you wait for me at the school gate until I change clothes, we can exchange phone numbers.”

Lastly, despite still questioning this girl’s ulterior motives, Miu silently nodded.

Surely, even if their first encounter was clumsy, perhaps it was that moment when Miu fell for Moe. Despite that, she was convincing herself not to build high hopes, and it might have been nothing more than this girl just being friendly with her.

But is it okay to have these unknown feelings?

Besides, even if it didn’t take long for Miu to attach to Moe, she felt that the brunette was only taking care of her like how seniors do with their juniors, or even as a little sister.

Of course, she knew better; that’s how things should have stayed. It would been better that way. Even then, she attempted to push her luck and confess about these feelings, risking their friendship.

Thus, she decided to pick the right date and hope for the best.

It was the February 14th, which that year wasn’t just another date on the calendar, but a fate deciding day for Miu.

Of course, as usual, this couple wearing almost matching uniforms met in the changing room. Although there were a couple differences. While Moe preferred long loose socks and a sweater that nearly reached the bottom of her skirt, her friend kept the uniform jacket and had long black socks above her knees.

But for now, the ponytail girl curiously observed her senior opening her shoe locker and seeing a pile of letters in the pink envelopes and decorated with heart stickers.

Meanwhile, Miu wasn’t surprised at all or had any reaction to such a discovery. After all, it was natural that a girl like Moe would have a bunch of admirers.

However, seeing the brunette studying a purple envelope made Miu grasp around her chest and silently respire.

“Huh?” Moe raised her eyebrow and took the letter out.

Now, she started reading it aloud while keeping a suspicious look. “Let’s meet in the cafe at 6 in the evening. There’s something important I want to tell you. Okay, then?”

The brunette only scratched her head. “I don’t get it at all. At least be bold enough to leave your name so that I would know who you are. Geez…”

After taking a deep breath, Miu tightened her lips and asked. “Aren’t you going to meet this person, Moe-san?”

Surely, her friend’s voice made Moe turn to her and she softly smiled. “Why should I? Not only this person wasted the paper by printing this out, but also forgot to sign. How am I supposed to take this seriously?”

“But what if it’s something serious?” The reserved girl argued.

The brunette frowned and shoved the letter back into the envelope. “I doubt it. Even if that were the case, how am I going to explain to my parents whom I am gonna meet? Of course, they would be too suspicious and worry. So, it’s either a prank or, you know, a creepy stalker.”

After exhaling and lowering her shoulders, she returned to her usual self and declared. “That’s why after our classes are over, we’re gonna go to a karaoke bar, unless you have other plans.”

Miu shook her head and replied. “No. But are you sure it would be okay to turn this person down?”

In the end, Moe declared with confidence. “You know, I would rather hang out with you at any given time over some stupid guy. Besides, it would be waaay more fun~”

Surely, Miu could swear that moment she may have been blinded by her friend’s bright face, which might have been brighter than the morning sun vanishing the darkness.

Even if her plan utterly failed, the dark-haired girl was secretly happy because of these words. Besides, who knew how it may have ended if Moe decided to meet her? Her feelings would have been crushed; that was for sure.

But now… For now, Moe swore to keep her feelings a secret and take them to her grave.

It should be for the better, right?

Unfortunately for her, no matter how hard she tried to bury her feelings, they only grew stronger day by day, and it was challenging to hide them behind her reserved look.

That’s right; like flowers managing to penetrate the concrete and bloom, these were undying even after she entered college.

Of course, she has accepted that her love was one-sided, but it was okay. Even living together in the same dorm was more than enough for her.

Moe may think she was the only one looking after her, but she wasn’t aware how her long-time friend was keeping an eye on her and fending off any potential threat to the brunette.

However, Miu would stand no chance against someone who may become her worst nightmare and break her.

What if someday she introduces her boyfriend to me? No… I doubt I can endure it without falling apart.

But for now, she straightens her back and puts her headphones on before continuing to work on a new song or going live on stream.

It is the evening of another day. Finally, after finishing with the assignment tasks, while sitting in the comfortable office chair, Miu stretches out and starts twisting her neck and shoulders.

Fortunately, today her classes ended earlier. So, not only was she lucky to have the kitchen for herself, but she also changed into her more casual clothes, a black and purple striped long-sleeved sweater with loose shoulders, a black skirt and long warm striped socks. On top of the sweater, she also wears a short, thick black buttoned vest with pockets on the sides. While her skirt is decorated with attached chains on the sides.

However, a knock at the door makes her turn her head and glance in that direction.

Of course, even by the sound of it alone, she can instantly tell who that person is. That’s why, without wasting much time, she gets up and heads to the door.

Opening the door, her senses are correct again, and seeing one brunette only confirms them.

Moreover, judging from her outfit, she may have just returned from her work. That’s right; Moe is still in her open jeans jacket, white t-shirt, and pair of jeans.

While holding her friend's arm, Moe tilts her head. “Hey, Miu-chan, can I ask you something?”

The ebony-haired girl closes her eyes and calmly invites her. “Come in.”

One thing is for sure: for Miu, her room is her sanctuary, where she allows only those whom she trusts enough to enter, and her longtime friend is that one person who is granted that privilege.

Although while anyone else may prefer their bedroom lit up in either fake daylight or warmer tones, Miu prefers the light purple lighting. Besides, it’s more comforting.

Another source of the light in her room is coming from her monitor on the desk where rest the glowing keyboard, webcam, expensive headphones, microphone, or even small drawing tablet that at the moment is charging, along with a few trinkets.

One of them is the statue of a raven chilling on a skull, which is on top of the few books. Another eye-catching detail about this statue is that the skull has the glowing gem eyes. Of course, it might be just a mere Halloween decoration, but for Miu it’s her treasure. After all, it’s a present from Moe. What’s more, the brunette gave it to her because, according to her, she thought of Miu when she saw it. That’s why this raven now sits next to the monitor and works like a charm.

At the other side of the room, there’s a bed pressed against the wall. Unlike a regular twin-sized bed, the dark-haired girl has added her own touch to it as well. That’s right; with the help of Moe, she has turned it into a canopy bed.

For now, the black curtains with the lacy edges are open, revealing what’s inside. It seems the bed is neatly made and covered with a black blanket which is decorated in dark floral patterns. Then on two large soft dark pillows lean the smaller purple cushions and a couple of kitten plushies – one of them is white and another is black. Both kittens have button eyes and sewn whiskers and paws, matching ribbons, and simple lolita-styled dresses. Of course, like the raven statue, this couple of plushies is also one of Miu’s precious treasures.

Then next to the bed, there’s a window already covered with the night blinds, which is also decorated with the matching curtains as the canopy frame. Under the window, there’s a night desk with the night lamp on it, the charger, a small two-sided standing mirror, and a few other smaller items.

Lastly, on the walls, there are the several posters and the soundproof panels. Although instead of a wooden floor, her room has the carpeted one as well.

But for now, Miu gets right to the point. “What do you need?”

Seeing the brunette slightly swinging on the sides and grasping her arm tighter, Miu raises her eyebrow. “Did anything happen?”

“Nothing really. It’s just… You see, I need one favor from you. So, can you come to my piercing salon tomorrow after I finish with work?” Moe explains.

“And that’s it?” The ebony-haired girl asks.

After biting her lower lip, Moe lowers her shy gaze. “There’s something I want to try with you, but I’m not sure if you will be fine with it.”

At that moment, Miu can swear that her friend looked even more gorgeous, and the way she bit her peachy lip while asking such a thing is enough to take her breath away.

Even the way the brunette visibly blushes and gives her impatient look makes her heart skip a beat and see nothing but her.

Could it be...?

So, without thinking twice, Miu immediately takes her partner’s hand into hers and, with a strong determination on her face, declares. “It’s alright! We can do it here, Moe-san! I… I don’t mind it.”

Seeing Miu anticipated like that and bringing her palm to her chest surprises the brunette, but she tries negotiating with her. “But… I don’t have the right equipment with me, and I don’t want to harm you. So, it would be better if I were supervised by Yagami-san.”

These words bewilder Miu, and she grips tighter her partner’s palm while hearing a loud heartbeat inside her head. Being watched by someone else… If this is what you want, I’ll show I’m not giving you to anyone.

Now, the dark-haired girl gives her a firm answer. “If this is what you want, I don’t mind it.”

“Then do you prefer your ears to be done, or do you want me to pierce another spot?” Moe warmly smiles at her.

At the moment, not only Miu widens her eyes, but even feeling her tied hair standing straight like scared cat’s tail. “Huh?!”

Surely, the other girl’s genial confusion makes Moe rapidly blink and tilt her head. “What’s wrong? Did you expect anything else?”

However, Miu remains flabbergasted while doing her best to regain her calm posture.

After cooling down, she closes her eyes and exhales. “I’m sorry. I just thought about something else.”

When she releases her friend’s hand, she adds. “But what are you planning?”

“You once mentioned that you want me to pierce your ears. So, I thought that I would finally be able to do that. Unless you changed your mind, of course.” Moe calmly explains.

That was years ago… But you haven’t forgotten it. Why?

In the end, while containing her excitement, Miu replies. “Then I’ll go with you.”

“Great! Then I'm only gonna let Yagami-san know that you are really coming tomorrow. So, I’ll wait for you by then.” The brunette responds before taking her leave.

But for now, Miu wonders why her longtime friend decided to bring this up just now.

On the other hand, perhaps Moe just needs someone to assist with being her model, and she thinks that she can be good as one.

Although Miu is still amazed at how she could recall what was nothing more than a silly thing she once said.

Either way, it seems she won’t be needing these clip-on earrings any longer, and she may be able to wear whatever she wants.

Also knowing she’ll be pierced by someone whom she not only trusts the most but also loves the most somehow warms Miu’s chest and overwhelms her with that thrilling feeling.

However, yet again, she reminds herself not to set too high hopes, and it might be just nothing more than a friendly gesture.

But what if…?

Somewhere, outside the back side of the large storage complex. It is the middle of the night, and for some, it is a perfect time to come out from their lair and hunt.

One tanned brunette, wearing a black zipped baggy hoodie, tracksuit pants with three stripes and torn holes and sneakers that have seen better days, is holding onto the metal-wired fence and pressing her body against it, like an intimidating, large feline.

While in practice, she looks nothing more than a raccoon holding onto a fence with her fingerless gloves and analyzing her new territory from a safe distance.

But for now, she studies how the security guards are patrolling the area and complains. “Come on. Just leave already. Sooner or later, you’ll get bored.”

Unfortunately for her, when she assumes that the guards will use what she thinks is the door for the staff, two men seem to light the cigarettes and blow gray smoke, submerging into the chilly night sky.

Surely, it makes Kusanagi growl and grind her teeth while grabbing the poor fence. “You sure have a lot of nerve.”

When she smirks wide like a Cheshire cat, she narrows her glowing crimson eyes. “However, whatever you are protecting must be really important~”

Thus, after a brief chuckle, Kusanagi adds in a nearly singing voice. “Girls, your Big Sis will bring you the biggest feast you ever seen~ Just wait and see how your Big Sis will take down another rich ugly bastard.”

Lastly, the brunette puts on the hood and starts sneaking around the enemy’s territory while bracing herself for the brutal battle against who knows how many men in suits armed to the teeth. On the other hand, just the thought of boiling her opponents alive or burning them to crispy ashes sends a pleasant electricity running like countless ants all over her palms, and excites the tanned brunette.

Besides, it might also be a nice training before challenging her one and only – the Red Demon with the corrupted flame.

I’ll show you that I’m a far superior and worthy opponent than that good-for-nothing crybaby. Kusanagi closes her eyes and exhales like a high-schooler having a big crush.

However, the very little that she knows is that her wish will be granted and she’ll encounter one redhead. Although it may not be exactly who she expects.

After going through the whole circle as quietly as a stealthy huntress, Kusanagi is back at the starting point.

“It seems the coast is clear~ Good.” The tanned brunette rubs her palms before gripping the wired fence and starting to climb up.

Surely, it’s not as easy as she expected, but at least it’s not one of the spiky ones or electrified.

When she manages to reach the top of the fence, she throws her legs to the other side and jumps down.

After landing on her fours, Kusanagi lifts her bottom and gets up like a graceful feline, glancing around her surroundings with her cunning red eyes.

But for now, she throws the hood over her head before sneaking to the enormous storage.

While moving as silently as the night, the brunette wonders why this place has become such a ghost town.

Perhaps the guards or the owner of this place already know about her presence, but they decide to let her wander like a mouse in a twisted game.

Either way, there’s no reason to stay here more than needed. Or so Kusanagi convinces herself as she approaches the sealed, lowered gate.

Unfortunately for her, in the middle of her way, she is stopped by the stern man’s voice from behind her. “Stop right here! And raise your hands!”

As Kusanagi cracks a mocking smile, she sees more men coming her way and pointing their guns at her.

Even when the tip of the pistol is pressed against her back, the tanned brunette chuckles, and her crimson eyes flare like hell flame.

Despite that, she remains calm and does what she is ordered. “Aww, and just when I gonna look around and exit. Aren’t you ashamed of ganging up on a poor, defenseless woman? However…”

Smirking at these men in uniform, who keep a calm exterior and are ready to put their guns to use, Kusanagi murmurs. “I will play with you for a bit~”

Thus, after lowering her arms, she ignites her fists and aims at one of the guards from behind.

After hitting the same man who was pointing his gun at her, she stands there and watches as everyone is shocked by their comrade rolling on the ground and screaming while burning.

But for now, she uses such a distraction to her advantage and dashes at the storage gate like a blazing meteor.

“OUT OF MY WAY!” Kusanagi shouts at the guards blocking the door and shooting at her.

At that moment, one can swear that the bullets are useless against the she-devil whose flame devours them.

In the end, the men protecting the door fled to the sides, dodging the bolide that bends the heavy steel door with a deafening bang.

As the bright orange flame ascends and fades, Kusanagi instantly arches her back and fixes her posture.

When she turns her head, her deadly gaze alone is enough to make these armed men scream in terror and crawl backward.

“What’s wrong? Where is your big attitude now?” The tanned brunette taunts in a deeper tone while keeping her hands in her pockets.

The bullet that flies a few millimeters from her cheek makes Kusanagi widen her eyes and take her breath away.

However, just before she manages to do anything else, she is alerted by being grabbed from behind and handcuffed. “What the -?”

In the end, the buzzing noise and a sharp electricity against the nape make Kusanagi groan and mutter. “You fucker…”

Of course, despite her fading vision, she can still hear a rising ruckus somewhere in the distance. However, that is the least of her concerns at the moment.

Thus, as her consciousness fades away, her body collapses like a rag doll with cut strings.

An unknown amount of time has passed. Eventually, Kusanagi’s aching head and nape return her to this world.

Now, she realizes that she is sitting on something similar to a couch or armchair.

Just what the fuck happened to me? Whoever these bastards are will pay for it. The dark-haired woman turns her head, and her chest bloats.

For now, she tightly shuts her eyes and slowly opens them while groaning. “The hell?…”

It seems the very first thing she is greeted with is a concerned voice. “Hey, Sister! Kyoko is waking up!”

It’s too bright; even a warm lamplight above her makes her squint her eyes and lift her elbow to shield her face like a doll pulled by the strings.

Where the hell am I? Did you fuckers throw me into jail? Kusanagi stares at the cream color ceiling and walls through her spread fingers and narrows her gaze.

When she turns her head, she notices a couple of women standing not that far from the exit door.

One of them is a woman in her mid-twenties with long red hair and a white lock that is held by expensive hair gel, which these businessmen used to look flawless. Even though whatever look she hides behind the sunglasses, Kusanagi is certain that deep inside this woman is as shady as a slick viper. There’s no mistake. She knows it.

Aside from that, the redhead wears an open down to the waist black leather coat that reveals the unbuttoned red shirt and a black turtleneck. Even her black and gray striped pants with widening shanks and a fancy leather belt make Kusanagi realize that this time she may have messed with the wrong person.

Another person next to this redhead is a girl with medium-length silver hair, who wears a white shirt with an open black vest and a pair of blue jeans.

Even if she doesn’t look as intimidating as the other lady and rather seems to be as tame and naïve as a dog, Kusanagi refuses to lower her guard toward her.

More so, the tanned brunette can swear that maybe the previously heard voice belonged to her. However, it doesn’t matter now who they are to each other.

All Kusanagi knows is that she cannot just roast them in the same spot. After all, what if one of them, by raising their hand, may summon dozens of minions to take her down and possibly track down where the clones reside?

However, her further pondering is interrupted by the red-haired woman. “Kyoko? You’re awake. Just what in the world happened to you?”

The tanned brunette tilts her head and gives not the smartest expression. “Huh? Who the hell are you, and what do you want from me?”

Behind the dark shade of her sunglasses, the redhead narrows her gaze. Nevertheless, she keeps a calm posture.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired girl turns toward the woman in sunglasses and indignantly addresses her. “She is definitely not Kyoko but some crazy pyromaniac! That thief was not only violent to the staff but also damaged the storage. Shouldn’t we call the police, Sister?”

Surely, such an attitude annoys the dark-haired girl, and she throws her spread arms on the couch. “Who do you call a thief, you whiny, stupid brat? Ya know, you’re already hoarding money like a dragon. Besides, sharing is caring~”

“You…” The silver-haired girl growls at her.

Just as she is about to take a step forward, she feels a palm resting on her shoulder, and she turns her head.

“Soiree, calm down. It’s not worth it.” The redhead reassures her little sister.

After exhaling and removing her palm, she adds. “Besides, no one is harmed, and tomorrow, we can call the workers to fix the gate. This girl is worth of police’s attention.”

Meanwhile, Kusanagi only sticks her tongue and shows the middle finger to Soiree. How about that, you stupid sassy baby?~

Seeing how Soiree is doing her best to hold back from jumping on this homeless girl, the redhead warns Kusanagi. “It doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t act recklessly either. So, I suggest you be more careful next time.”

Instead of taking her advice, the tanned brunette only covers her mouth with her fist and snorts.

A moment later, she suggestively fixes her hair and adds in a playful tone. “Hey, onee-chan, you sure are generous to a complete stranger. But you are not gonna let me go just with a slap on the wrists, right? So, what do you want me to do for you, onee-chan?~”

Unfortunately, her sweet acting doesn’t affect the red-haired woman, who fires back while keeping a poker face. “How about working hard? But for tonight, you are coming with me.”

Suddenly, Soiree objects to such a decision while making big eyes. “But, Sister! She may try to rob you... Or even worse. Wouldn’t it be better if we could take her to the shelter?”

In the end, her big sister gives her a comforting smile. “I’ll be fine. And you should also go home and rest. Today was a long day for everyone, wasn’t it?”

After briefly looking away, the silver-haired girl nods. “Alright. But please be careful, Sister.”

Thus, looking at Kusanagi’s side, the redhead prompts her as well. “Let’s go. Tonight, you don’t need to worry about where to sleep.”

At first, the brunette hesitates, but she understands that she is not exactly in a position to object and follows this woman’s orders.

It cannot be helped… But I won’t hesitate to snap your neck if you try to drug me or try some weird shit on me.

After several minutes, Kusanagi is escorted outside by the redhead, who doesn’t seem to leave her side. On the other hand, she was confused how this woman hadn’t made a move on her, nor had she laid her hands on her.

But for now, the brunette’s attention is caught by the shiny crimson Mazda SAVANNA RX-7 waiting for them.

Certainly, even with zero knowledge about cars, Kusanagi is impressed by such a sports car that it takes her breath away. Are you trying to intimidate me with this bad boy now, you stupid, arrogant woman?

Thus, with a button click, the steel beast opens its glowing eyes like an awakened dragon from a deep slumber.

However, her further thoughts are yet again interrupted. “What is it? Come on and take a seat.”

“You don’t have to tell me what to do.” Kusanagi murmurs without facing the redhead, keeps her hands in her pants pockets, and heads toward the passenger door.

After she sits inside and closes the door, the brunette turns her head away and stares through the window.

Meanwhile, the redhead seems to be entertained by her partner’s behavior, but upon revving the engine, she suggests to Kusanagi. “Don’t forget to put the seatbelt on, okay?”

On their way, the brunette only stares at the passing streetlights and signs. Now, she asks this mysterious woman in a grumpy tone. “Why are you doing this?”

The redhead only cracks a smile, and as the white light reflects on her sunglasses, she replies. “Why? Do I need a reason to help someone who may need it?”

Surely, Kusanagi only frowns and makes a sour face.

Now, she sits back and glances at her driver. “Who the hell are you? Don’t get me wrong, I know we won’t meet again, but I just wanna know how to call you. At least for now.”

How cute... The redhead smiles, seeing the tanned brunette as nothing more than a stray cat.

After taking a breath, she introduces herself. “It’s Alba Meira, but you can simply call me Alba. And you?”

“Does it really matter to you? I can bet that the next day you gonna spoil another girl, anyway.” The brunette complains.

When Alba sighs and lowers her shoulders, she patiently replies. “Please don’t be like this. I wouldn’t throw a poor girl into cold streets. In any case, you have a name, haven’t you?”

As Kusanagi looks through the window and sees that they are reaching a rather enormous and highest quality hotel, she confesses. “… It’s Kusanagi. But don’t mistake me for that good-for-nothing lousy woman ‘cos I am my own original and waaay better than she ever be, remember that!”

In the end, as they drive to the parking lot, Alba repeats her name like a newly learnt spell while containing her excitement.

You are quite an interesting girl, Kusanagi, aren’t you?

Soon enough, they arrive at the right hotel room.

However, even at first, entering the hotel felt like being in a place where someone like Kusanagi didn’t belong.

After all, even the polite and well-trained staff stared at the brunette like she was street filth brought into such a luxurious and glamorous domain.

On the other hand, neither did she expect Alba to order the staff to treat the brunette as an actual human being instead of glaring at her like trash.

Even Kusanagi was certain that the redhead didn’t need to go that far for someone whom she would dispose of without a second thought, but she remained quiet the whole time.

However, the brunette wasn’t as in awe as entering the glass elevator and watching how the city looked from above.

But for now, after Alba unlocks the room, they get inside.

Thus, Kusanagi’s eyes spark with excitement at seeing such a spacious yet cozy room.

Apparently, the walls and ceiling are painted a pale yellow, and one wall features large windows draped with tall oak-brown curtains.

Then, on one of Kusanagi’s sides, there is a wooden desk against the wall on which rest a closed laptop and a desk lamp, and not far from it hangs a small painting. Of course, there is a fancy chair with soft cushions for one to sit down.

Next to the desk, there is a wide, fine oak closet that reaches another wall, with mirror doors. Not that far from the closet, there is a night drawer on which rests a lamp.

And, of course, then there is what Kusanagi considers as the star of the entire room – the queen-sized bed that has a couple of fluffy pillows lying on each side, along with the silk bedsheet.

However, the brunette is confused as to why the mattresses are split in half. After all, what’s the point of splitting the bed in half if only a single person would use it? Or in her case, sharing it for work purposes.

Aside from that, behind the bed, a large, nearly wall-sized painting of the blooming white cherry blossoms in the warm sunset background.

Then there is a divan in front of the bed, which Kusanagi assumes is used as a sit to watch the enormous flat-screen TV that is on top of the drawer.

And of course on this wooden floor, there is a large coffee-colored fluffy carpet.

But for now, Alba, seeing her partner easily thrilled by such a simple thing as a bedroom, prompts her to come in and locks the door behind them.

After nervously swallowing saliva, Kusanagi lowers her head and grips her tracksuit jacket. Shit… That stupid woman better be grateful, else I won’t forgive you.

Thus, with one sudden move, she unzips her jacket, revealing that she wears nothing but a white medical bandage wrapped around her breasts and fingerless gloves up to her elbows with a familiar sun crest on them.

Surely, sensing the brunette’s sudden mood change and her rushing to remove her tracksuit makes the redhead raise her eyebrow. “Kusanagi, are you okay?”

When Kusanagi throws her arms over Alba's shoulders, she stares at her with hungry yet scared eyes, and makes purring-like noises. “Let’s get down to business already. Besides, isn’t that what you want?”

It doesn’t help the redhead that even she can feel how her partner is trembling like a leaf.

After closing her eyes and tightening her lips, Alba carefully grabs her partner’s wrists and exhales.

When she removes Kusanagi’s arms from her, she tries to remain as patient as possible. “Please stop it. I’m not interested in a girl who forces herself on me. Neither do I want to take advantage of you.”

Surely these words frustrate the brunette, and she holds her arm. “Then am I not good enough for your rich taste?… Or could it be – you’re not swinging that way?”

You silly girl... The redhead clenches her fists. Although she doesn’t hold any anger toward this poor creature, she does toward her attitude. That’s another issue for another time.

However, Kusanagi’s growling stomach makes her relax her palms and exhale.

Now, she rests them on the brunette’s shoulders and explains. “It’s not that. I’m not sure what you went through, but I don’t want to see you selling your body or doing anything that you clearly hate. Please go clean yourself while I’ll order you something to eat. So, what would you like?”

After averting her gaze for a few moments, Kusanagi replies in a still doubting tone. “Then if it is on you, I wanna the largest beefsteak, and a bottle of whiskey.”

In the end, Alba nods. “Alright then. But wait a second, and I’ll give you something else to wear, and if you want, you may keep those clothes. So, give me a second.”

Even if Kusanagi is uncertain what she should expect from this unpredictable woman, she tilts her head and observes her like a curious feline.

After Alba wraps a fluffy small blanket around her shoulders and hands the brunette a neatly folded pile of clothes, Kusanagi gives her a questioning look while the heat rushes to her cheeks. “That won’t make me like you more, you stupid woman. But since you are so generous, I’ll take it.”

And thus, the tanned brunette immediately turns her back and lifts her head before going to the bathroom.

As the bathroom door shuts, Alba covers her mouth while containing a chuckle. “Looks like I caught a stray cat.”

Meanwhile, when Kusanagi locks the bathroom and takes a better look at her new surroundings, she impulsively let out a “whoa” noise.

After all, she has never seen such a sparkling, clean, and large bathroom in her entire life.

Additionally, a mini chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and the walls and floor are crafted from white marble.

On one side, there’s a large square bath that can fit at least a couple of people, and at the end of it, a white towel hangs on a golden hanger.

In the corner, there is a shower room with walls made from glass and have golden corners.

Then, at the end of the bathroom, there are a couple of marble shelves on which are placed rolled towels, house scents, bath salts, soaps, and shampoos.

In front of the shower room, there’s the toilet, and close to it, a bronze trash can.

Then, against the bathtub, there are a couple of separated sinks by the white, expensive drawers with fancy-looking handles. Even the top surface of these drawers is made from pale marble on which are placed liquid soap dispensers close to each sink, decorative candles, and, in glass vases, the bouquets of white lilies. However, there seems to be only a single cup with a toothbrush in it.

Above the sinks and drawers, mirrors are lined across the wall.

Lastly, a white, long, fluffy bathroom carpet lies close to the sinks.

But for now, Kusanagi straightens her back and takes a step deeper into this room.

After glancing to the sides, she rests the pile of clothes on top of the drawer, and while staring at the mirror, she slowly removes the blanket from her shoulders.

“Just what does this woman want from me? Like, no one is that kind for nothing.” The tanned brunette murmurs while making a gloomy face.

After leaving the blanket on another drawer, she starts opening one drawer after another, seeking anything sharp.

Unfortunately, her search ends in vain, making her deeply sigh and lower her shoulders.

“It cannot be helped then…” Kusanagi adds as she starts pulling the medical bandage and looking for where the end of it is tucked.

However, the knock on the door startles her and she loses the end of the white bandage.

“Is everything okay, Kusanagi? Or do you need any help?” The familiar voice addresses her behind the door.

As the brunette sits on the drawer and rests her hands on it, she tries to sound as unbothered as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been too quiet for a while.” The redhead explains.

Surely, it makes Kusanagi crack a smile and makes such a smug look. “Have you been pressing your ear and listening to me?~ Is the food already here or not?”

After a moment of silence, the voice behind the door responds in a usual calm tone. “Don’t rush yourself.”

As the brunette starts unwrapping the medical bandage layer after layer, she yowls. “So that you could eat all the food? No way I’m letting you, you idiot! Just you wait and I'm coming for you.”

Lastly, Kusanagi can swear that she could hear a faint chuckle and her partner responding before leaving her alone. “Sure thing.”

After some time, Kusanagi leaves the bathroom wearing a cozy sweater with black and gray stripes, while the rest of it is brown and a raccoon's head on the front, black shorts above the knees, and fluffy slippers.

And, of course, the very thing she notices is Alba sitting on the divan and not removing her eyes from her like watching a rare specimen.

Surely, it irritates the brunette, and she mildly frowns. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted me to wear?”

Although Alba is not affected by her partner’s grumpy cat-like attitude and compliments her. “Nothing. But it really looks good on you.”

While the television plays as nothing more than background noise, she adds. “Anyway, your steak is here. But be careful with alcohol.”

When the tanned brunette turns her head, she notices on the desk the plate covered by silver lid and, along with the cutlery wrapped in red folded tissues, a bottle of amber-colored liquid, and a couple of glasses stand close.

Glancing at the redhead, Kusanagi raises her eyebrow. “How about you? Why aren’t you having anything?”

However, her partner politely declines. “I’m good. So, go ahead and don’t mind me, okay?”

Meanwhile, Kusanagi only shrugs her shoulders and approaches the desk. “More for me, then, I guess.”

As the brunette sits on the chair and pushes herself closer to the desk, Alba gets up and heads to the closet.

When she opens the closet door, she calmly speaks up. “Enjoy your meal and good night, if we won’t see each other.”

Just as Kusanagi stuffs a huge chunk of meat and chews on it, she asks. “You’re leaving somewhere?”

While picking a fitting size pajama for her guest, Alba explains. “Do not speak while your mouth is full. You may choke. And no, I’m just going to shower. So, once you’re done, you can just brush your teeth and go to sleep.”

For an unknown reason to her, Kusanagi lowers her gaze and replies in a low-key tone. “Oh…”

After pouring the whiskey into her glass, the brunette chugs it as if nothing and sees her partner closing the closet door and smiling at her.

“What’s now?” The tanned girl asks with her mouth painted with the steak sauce.

As she places the neatly folded clothes on the bed, she keeps her poker face. “Nothing. Just don’t forget to wipe your mouth and wash your hands later.”

When Kusanagi cuts another slice of the juicy meat, she mumbles. “Whatever.”

Lastly, Alba takes one more look at her guest feasting on the steak as if she hadn’t had anything for days, and goes to the bathroom.

A couple of hours has passed. Finally, it seems that Alba is asleep, or at least Kusanagi is convinced.

On the other hand, what if it is the redhead’s open invitation for her to make a move? Or so the tanned brunette wonders while studying her slumbering partner.

After Kusanagi removes the blanket from her, she carefully crawls on top of Alba while wearing a light red and white checkered short-sleeved pajama shirt and matching shorts.

Despite her heart violently beating in her chest, she sits on top of Alba and corners her.

Thus, while keeping a blushing yet determined look on her face, Kusanagi leans closer to her without realizing what kind of trouble she may getting herself into.

Somewhere in the abandoned ruins of the NESTS lab.

One redhead seems to be busy looking for someone. Unfortunately, aside from the discovered corpses of the crushed and buried under the concrete Kyoko clones, her search was fruitless.

As she bends and pulls the injured feminine hand, she briefly stares at the severed and crispy limb.

Upon tossing it away like a dirty rag, she indifferently looks at it and sighs. “Perhaps that idiot already escaped, and I’m here, left like a fool, surrounded by her cheap copies.”

Soon, a familiar figure leaning against the wall catches her eye in this lonely, chilly place.

There’s no mistake. It’s her!

“Kyoko!” Ioriko calls her rival’s name as she makes her way through the rocky floor.

No matter how roughly she makes her way through, her opponent remains unaffected, neither does she move from the same spot.

After getting close, Ioriko notices the brunette chained to the wall with the exposed wires wrapped around her body.

Although she is hanged by her restrained wrists, from her torn and dirty clothes alone, one can tell she has been there for a while.

More so, the Kusanagi heir doesn’t have any other expression than a strangely sleepy look without bothering to say anything.

When Iori grabs one wire and attempts to tear them, the brunette chuckles at her attempt.

It makes the redhead growl while she desperately scratches the restraints wrapped around her rival until her nail stingers are bleeding. “What’s so funny? Or have you lost your mind, you fool?”

Kyoko smiles and replies in a bone-chilling tone. “You know, you’re late. Too late~”

“What are you-?” Ioriko lifts her head and freezes at the same spot.

The redhead nervously asks. “Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?”

As the crimson liquid runs down the corners of Kyoko’s lips and drips on her face, Ioriko shakes her lifeless partner’s shoulders.

“Stop joking around! Wake up!” She demands.

However, there is no response from the Kusanagi heir, and the deadly silence lingers in the abandoned, damp ruins.

Eventually, the wires unwrap along with the loosened chains and hang like withered vines.

Fortunately, the red-haired woman catches her rival’s doll-like body.

As her partner continues resting on her, Ioriko becomes alerted by getting soaked in a warm liquid.

More so, Kyoko’s instantly dropping temperature, which becomes as warm as a cube of ice, terrifies even someone like her, who is used to the smell of death.

Placing her palms on the brunette’s cold cheeks, the red-haired woman lifts her chin and narrows her gaze. “Shit... You gotta be kidding me. Hey!”

Unfortunately, despite her harsh and repetitive slapping the Kusanagi heir’s one and another cheek, the brunette doesn’t show any signs of life.

Even her once sparkling amber eyes are dim, and the only thing that gives her paper-pale lips color is the dried blood on the corners of her lips.

Just before she accepts her rival’s demise, several arms sprout from the concrete and hold on her legs.

It makes Ioriko gasp, and the harder she kicks off these limbs, the more appear, and the ground becomes an endless river of blood.

After a pause, another set of pale arms raises and snatches the dead Kusanagi while countless other arms wrap around the redhead’s waist, arms, and chest.

Even when she is about to call for her rival, her voice is cut off by one hand covering her mouth and gripping her throat.

In the end, Ioriko watches the brunette being embraced like a doll while she sinks into the crimson liquid.

As the pressure crushes her throat, her vision fades to black.

Suddenly, the redhead screams and immediately sits up.

Opening her eyes, Ioriko stares at the familiar room she’s in while her chest bloats.

When she notices that she is wearing a purple nightdress with straps and resting in her bedroom, she grasps the bedsheet. “Was it just another dream?”

After she fixes her hair, she facepalms and cracks a smile. “Of course, it was… And that fool is probably still safe in hospital, if not already discharged. Why do you have to haunt me in my dreams? Haven’t we already parted ways as you wanted?”

Upon receiving no response in this lonely place, Ioriko grabs her phone from the night desk and checks the time.

“Well, whatever. I have more important things to worry about.” Ioriko closes her eyes and sighs. But for now, she roughly removes the blanket and lazily gets up.

After looking for the bathrobe and putting it on, the redhead checks the pockets.

When she senses a half-empty cigarette pack resting, she lowers her shoulders. It may do for now...

Lastly, she heads toward the balcony door to start her day. Besides, if she has too much time to think about something that she has no power or will to change, then she should be using that time to practice and prepare for the upcoming concert.

It is a calm afternoon at one park. As the wind rustles the golden tree leaves, the warm orange sunbeams reflect on the river like countless shining gems.

However, one redhead holding a bouquet of roses cannot find peace of mind. After all, Ioriko has decided to settle one business once and for all.

Of course, she doesn’t expect her rival to arrive, but she hopes Kyoko will recognize that she texted her last night.

Speaking of which, one Kusanagi heir arrives at the time and greets Ioriko with an annoyed face while keeping her hands in her jeans pockets. “So, what the hell do you want, Yagami? Or do you have nothing better to do than being a nuisance? And what’s with these roses?”

When the red-haired woman grips the bouquet, the plastic cover rustles and she tightens her lips.

Meanwhile, her partner raises her eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Did the cat get your tongue? Listen, I don’t have all day wasting time like you.”

Finally, Ioriko takes a deep breath and slams her palm against her chest. “I know it may sound crazy, but… I love you, Kyoko!”

However, the brunette’s brief chuckle grows into laughter, which makes Ioriko tilt her head.

Kyoko gives her a mocking look and rests her palms on her waist. “Huh? What kind of joke is that?”

As the redhead opens her mouth to say something, the Kusanagi heir points her finger at her. “Shush. I don’t wanna hear anything, okay?”

A moment later, she adds. “So, you thought that you’re gonna buy me by giving me cheap flowers? You know, it’s amazing how you find new ways of annoying me, but this one may top your antics.”

When she approaches her rival like a feline toward her prey, Kyoko thrusts her chest and clenches her eyes. “You are a disgusting woman, and I had enough of you and your ugly face.”

Meanwhile, Ioriko only nervously stares at the brunette, then turns her head away and lowers it without knowing how to respond aside from wanting to be evaporated at the same spot.

Biting her lip, Kyoko continues her speech. “To think of, a dirty homo thinks that she can groom me. No wonder why your entire clan has died off. You all are disgusting perverts who know nothing but to jerk off to their enemies! So, why don’t you do a favor for the world and jump from the roof? Why do you wait for a silly curse to kill you?”

Ioriko feels how her heart is crushed and stomped on by the Kusanagi heir.

So, that’s what you’ve been thinking about me all the time? She hardly swallows her saliva.

Nevertheless, she clenches her chest and reaches for the brunette’s shoulder. “Kyoko, listen, I…”

Kyoko harshly slaps her palm and yells at her. “DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME, YOU CREEPY PERVERT!”

After the brunette raises her palm, she points at the golden ring on her finger. “Are you blind or something? I’m a married woman who has a loving husband and is already pregnant! So, leave me alone, you disgusting homo. Else I’ll roast you to death!… If not allowing him to do as he pleases with you.”

In the end, Kyoko turns her back and quickens her step.

No matter how desperately Ioriko calls her name, her rival disappears into the distance.

Thus, she falls on her knees like a rag-doll and covers her face. Even if she screams at the top of her lungs, the people don't pay attention to her and continue their lives as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, the redhead opens her eyes and realizes that she is in a dark room, and all she can hear is the howling wind outside.

More so, when she wipes her eyes, she feels her palm being soaked.

“What the hell was that about? Why did it feel so real this time?” Ioriko murmurs before reaching out for her phone.

However, the burst of screen light makes her shut her eyes and groan.

After opening her sensitive eyes, she sees that it is not even the middle of the night.

Despite the urge to smoke, she tightly closes her eyes and rolls on the other side, hoping that she will fall asleep soon.

Unfortunately for her, even the slightest noise doesn’t allow her to rest while her heart beats like crazy.

“Fuck…” Ioriko slams her face against the pillow and forces herself to get up by pushing herself.

After turning the night lamp on, the redhead leaves the bed and seeks the sleeping medications along with strong alcohol.

A week has passed. After several sleepless nights, Ioriko rubs her closed eyes that are no different from the black circles around panda's eyes while wobbling like a dead person on the crowded street.

Her body feels like being beaten like a sand bag and aching bones, but she refuses to return home and take a nap or eat anything. Besides, Kyoko may either die on her again or find new ways of torturing her, anyway.

Therefore, a few shots of whiskey or tequila may do a thing by knocking her out from this world. Or so Ioriko convinces herself while heading to the alcohol shop to restock her personal bar.

However, on her way, she bumps into someone. Even then, she briefly glares at the person who bothers her.

Upon recognizing the shocked Kusanagi heir, Ioriko widens her eyes and whispers. “Kyoko?”

No, it’s just hallucination. It’s some random stranger again...

After shaking her head and without facing her, Ioriko pushes her aside and rushes her way.

Meanwhile, the bewildered brunette freezes in the same spot without being able to comprehend what just happened. As if she has seen a ghost risen from its grave.

Even though the last time they saw each other was just around a couple weeks ago before Kyoko getting hospitalized, she is in disbelief seeing her rival resembling like a walking ghoul in the middle of the night.

Nevertheless, her further thoughts are interrupted by receiving a nudge on her back. Thus, she lowers her gaze and makes a long sigh before heading toward the arcade where her disciple awaits for her.

On the same evening. Kyoko, finally, returns to her room with a hanging head and tosses away her leather jacket.

After immediately crashing out on her bed, the brunette hugs the pillow and buries her face into it.

As the salty tears soak her pillow, Kyoko's shoulders shake. Despite being in private, she does her best holding from deeper sobbing.

However, just remembering the previous encounter and her rival's unforgiving gaze, crushes her and howls through her broken voice.

She understands that it is purely her fault ending like this and she starts hating herself for only managing to react like a useless and miserable creature.

More so, it doesn't change the fact that she is the one who has destroyed their relationship before it even had a chance to bloom. Neither does it make her less guilty of hurting her most important and dear person.

In the end, Ioriko hates her and there’s no one to blame but herself. Or so Kyoko convinces herself while sniffing and briefly withdraws her gloomy face to wipe the tears and mucus with her sleeve.

At the moment, she only curls up and stares at the wall and allows the despair to dim her mind.

After some time, countless, never-ending warm drops wash down the brunette’s scalp and back.

However, she only remains sitting and hugging her knees in the shower.

As she looks down with her melancholic eyes, she takes a deep breath and sighs.

At the moment, her mind strays to the memories of the simpler times. Back when the world was under shade of purple.

To the times when it seemed that getting challenged by Ioriko at the least expected moments would never change.

To the times when even after getting dragged from a living hell, Kyoko felt at peace by the redhead’s presence alone.

Even such a simple and mundane thing as relaxing in the bathtub together or staying up late and being wrapped under the shared blanket eased the tense and reassured the Kusanagi heir. If not also gave the feeling that despite being tainted, she could love and be loved.

Unfortunately, she has burned the bridges between them that are beyond repairing. Perhaps Ioriko even ceased seeing her as her rival and now she would be indifferent if she may get sent to Avici.

Perhaps rightfully so. After all, she may have hoped that if she killed her feelings and followed her duties as a successor of the clan, Ioriko may have as well found herself someone who is not broken like her.

On the other hand, what if it is too late for these thoughts? It’s already over and all she has left is trembling and being full of remorse.

Thus, with that in mind, even if it is hard to tell whether the tears are running down her cheeks or only the shower water. Neither does she bother removing the wet and sticking locks from her face.

However, she is immediately returned to this world by the knock on door and a worried yet gentle voice. “Kyoko, honey, is everything alright? You’ve been there for a couple of hours.”

When the brunette lifts her head and groans, she immediately responds in a mildly stuttering tone. “I’m fine, mom!.. So, I’ll leave it in a minute.”

Even after managing to get up and turning off the shower head, Kyoko rests her palm against the wall and lowers her gaze.

For now, she blankly stares with her swollen and tired eyes at the draining hole swallowing the remaining water and sighs.

She doesn’t want to leave a warm and comforting space like this, but she slides the glass door and steps out. Besides, it’s no good upsetting mom because of my own trouble… Hopefully, I didn’t make any funny faces in front of Shingomi as well.

It is the morning of another day. However, the loud tapping at the Kusanagi heir’s window wakes her up.

If it was single time, she may have just ignored it and just returned to her slumber, but that noise keeps bickering her further.

“I swear... Shingomi, what could be that important?” The brunette rolls to the other side and covers her eyes.

“Fine! I’m coming.” Finally, Kyoko throws the blanket and jumps from the bed.

After walking toward the window and opening the curtains, she widens her eyes. “Yagami?”

Apparently, a certain redhead runs away immediately.

Opening the window, Kyoko leans outside. “Oi, Yagami... Wait!”

Unfortunately for her, aside from the roaring engine fading into distance, her voice doesn't reach her.

“Just, what in the world is she up to now?” The brunette facepalms and shakes her head.

Nevertheless, she decides to go after her rival and without wasting a single second, she rushes outside while only wearing her pajama shorts and a tank top.

A few minutes later, when she gets to the mailbox, she notices a folded envelope sticking out.

Upon picking it up and inspecting it, she notices that it has neither the sender nor recipient written on or anything at all apart from the circle shaped sticker holding it together.

Of course, it doesn’t look promising to her and she may have just assumed that it is either a prank or some sort of stalker letter before throwing it away.

However, what if it is Yagami’s note for her? Perhaps for whatever reason even if she doesn't want to see her face, she may still have something important to say.

Please don’t tell me you’re in that deep trouble that you have to ask help from someone who ruined your life.

But for now, while pressing the envelope against her chest, Kyoko rushes back to her room.

Soon enough, the brunette’s senses are confirmed – it is her rival’s hand-writing despite it being more wobbly and less readable, and that she has serious problems. Otherwise, she wouldn't briefly ask Kyoko to meet at the desolated parking lot in the evening, right?

However, another issue is how to get there on time. After all, the Kusanagi heir’s steel horse is fixed, but she is still not allowed to use it for another few months.

On the other hand, even if it would be an expensive option, she may still call the taxi, or in the worst case scenario, just simply get there on foot.

Then, it is decided! If that might be the only way to approach Yagami, then let it be.

It is a late starry evening in the empty parking lot. After one redhead arrives at her destination, she parks her white Honda Civic.

Leaving her car, she shows up wearing red leather pants, white t-shirt and on top of that the black jacket while holding a bouquet of roses.

Even during the night, the redhead keeps the sunglasses on her poker face.

After briefly turning and pressing the car keys, her car’s lights flicker and click.

But for now, she picks up her phone and checks the time.

“It’s still a bit early. Well, let’s see what she said is true.” The redhead sighs at the shown time on her phone. Apparently, it’s still fifteen minutes early.

After putting her phone back to pants pocket, she looks around and leans against the buffer.

Of course, Ioriko is certain that Kyoko will not arrive, but deep inside, a tiny part of her wants to believe otherwise.

Lastly, she stares into the horizon of the city and how the moving cars look no different than flashing fireflies.

As time slowly pass by, according to the redhead’s watch, around thirty minutes have passed, but there are no signs of Kusanagi heir.

Perhaps she has forgotten about it or has something better to do. Who knows?...

Nevertheless, Ioriko continues waiting for her while the bouquet rests on the buffer and her blowing another light gray smoke that evaporates into the lonely night.

Before bringing the cigarette to her lips, she tightens them. “Maybe you’ve been right all along. I should not have never made a move on you and kept these useless feelings to myself.”

Strangely, these words manage to crush her inside and make her grasp her chest, even if she understands that it is nothing more than a painful truth.

When she lowers the smoking cigarette, she shakes her hung head and cracks a smile. “I’ll wait for a bit, but if you won’t come, I’ll take it as your final answer, Kyoko.”

Biting her lip, Ioriko covers her eyes and whines. “Please do not abandon me because I cannot take it any longer.”

Meanwhile, Kyoko tirelessly stares through the passenger seat’s window and hears countless cars around her honking.

Surely, of all possible times just when she is that close to Iori, she has to be stuck in the traffic jam, even if she left earlier.

For now, she checks the time on her phone and closes her eyes without hiding her frustration. Shit… I may get stuck here forever. So, I may just as well reach her quicker on foot.

Nevertheless, she breaks the awkward silence. “That’s it! I’m leaving!”

After picking the wallet from her leather jacket pocket, she throws all her savings to the poor driver. “Please take it. I don’t care, just keep the rest to yourself!”

Thus, just before the confused man manages to say anything Kyoko opens the car door and jumps outside.

Right now, the very least concern of hers is the sea of vehicles anxiously honking or her running around in the highway.

Wait for me, Yagami!

The brunette rapidly pants while breaking through the night with a burning determination.

In the meantime. It’s been more than an hour, but it seems that, in the end, the Kusanagi heir didn’t show up for this date.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. However, I shouldn’t have expected otherwise.” Ioriko cracks a bitter smile while keeping her dark shade.

After finishing smoking, she drops the last cigarette butt and crushes under her foot.

But for now, she gets up and walks toward the backseat door to look for a specific item.

Unlocking the door, she bends and picks a bottle filled with dark amber liquid.

When she exhales, she immediately opens it and chugs it despite her throat washed down by the rough, burning liquid with bitter taste.

Even if her face twists and the whiskey runs down the corners of her lips, she forces herself to empty the bottle as her life depends on it.

As the dizziness and numbness takes her over, she aggressively wipes her mouth with her sleeve and launches the empty bottle at the nearest sign.

Upon the glass shattering, Ioriko tosses her sunglasses away and drags herself toward the highway.

Eventually, she manages to reach her destination. After gripping the concrete fence, the redhead leans forward and looks down at the never-ending rushing traffic.

This is it. She may finally be able to rest in peace and end her blood curse.

Lastly, Ioriko closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Finally, she gathers her remaining strength to overcome herself and...

“... Yagami! Noooo!”

Suddenly, she widens her eyes and gasps upon someone wrapping their arms around her waist and pulling her back.

A moment later, her upper body is yanked and her back is pressed against something while the same arms refuse letting her go.

Even in such a state, she feels how this person’s chest is bloating while deeply breathing against her skin.

While her head is spinning, she groans and recognizes that unusual pitiful voice’s owner.

“Thank goodness I came just in time...” The brunette closes her teary eyes and tightens her embrace.

After she sniffs and holds her breath, she whispers. “Please. I beg you, never ever do anything like this again.”

However, Ioriko’s losing consciousness more until she only manages call her rival’s name before passing out.

Unknown amount of time has passed.

Eventually, one red-haired woman starts waking up and groans. Surely, that splitting head makes her want to smash it.

It doesn’t help that her throat and mouth are dry as a desert along with feeling nauseous and that her bladder may explode at any time.

Although she can recognize that she is resting in someone’s bed. Did anyone call an ambulance or was it the Kusanagi heir sticking her nose when she shouldn't have but instead left her as someone else’s problem?

On the other hand, that bedsheet is too soft unlike the one in the hospital. So, where in the hell is she?

When she shuts her eyes tighter, she slowly opens them and notices that, to her surprise, she is in her bedroom.

Upon sitting up and lowering the blanket, she sees that her jacket was removed.

While covering her forehead, she murmurs. “Just what the hell happened yesterday? And who’s that fool who brought me here?”

When she turns her head, she narrows her gaze. “The hell? What are you doing here, you fool?”

Apparently, the Kusanagi heir sits and leans against the edge of the bed while loosely hugging her knees and hanging her head down. More so, she is only in the white tank top and pair of jeans.

Just how long has she been there? Either way, it must be just another dream and that she may wake up any moment now.

But for now, the redhead throws her legs over the edge of the bed and about to stand up.

Suddenly, she becomes alert and freezes in the same spot when the brunette lifts her head.

“Yagami? You’re awake?” Kyoko looks at her with her sleepy eyes.

When she averts her gaze, she asks in a gloomier tone. “How are you feeling? Or do you need anything?”

Surely, the redhead is not sure how to respond and she only observes her rival hugging her thighs.

After swallowing the saliva and turning her head, Ioriko clenches her fists. “Why am I here and how long have you been here?”

Slowly closing her amber eyes, Kyoko shakily respires. “Do you recall anything before you passed out?”

When she opens them, she begins interrogating her rival while trying to remain calm. “Why did you want me to see me after you told me that you hate me? It must be important that you’ve been ready to throw your life away. But then what’s up with these roses left on your car?”

However, as the bangs fall, they cover Ioriko’s darkened face. “That’s… Does it matter anymore? Weren’t you the one that told me that I shouldn’t wait for my cursed blood to finish me and do it by myself? But I hoped to make one thing clear to you before ending it all or you hating me.”

Surely, the Kusanagi heir is genuinely confused by her rival’s words. Despite that, she lifts her head and fires back. “No matter what you ever do to me, you will never make me hate you or me wanting you to take your life. So, just tell me.”

After not receiving any answers for a few moments, Kyoko rests her palm on her thigh and gets up. “I’ll get you some water. You must be thirsty after chugging whatever was inside that shattered bottle.”

Just before she takes any step, she feels Ioriko weakly hugging her from behind.

The redhead presses her head against her back and murmurs. “I’m sorry… Please stay.”

Surely, it makes Kyoko turn her head and tilt it. “Yagami?”

When she rests her palm on the redhead’s wrists, she carefully sits next to her rival.

“What for? You haven’t done anything.” Kyoko softens her tired gaze and gently strokes Ioriko’s wrists.

Noticing that she hangs her head in the air above her lap, the brunette reassures her. “It’s okay. I don’t mind it.”

At first, Ioriko doubts like a stray dog whether it is okay, but she rests her on her ex-partner’s soft thighs and exhales through nose.

But for now, the Kusanagi heir slowly blinks and lowers her shoulders. “While you were asleep, I took these empty bottles and cans out. But it’s unusual for you to drink that much or being fine with living in such a pigsty. Did anything terrible happen?”

“Why do you care about it?” Ioriko frowns.

After a brief pause, she continues confessing. “I was thinking for a while about something. Since you’ve been haunting me during my sleep, I had to do it. So, I hoped that you would come and I could ask for your forgiveness for hurting you. Perhaps then I would not have ended my life.”

However, Kyoko only closes her eyes and tightens her lips. “Yagami, you fool.”

Suddenly, she picks Iori up like a puppy and pulls her into a hug. “You stupid, stupid woman…”

After sniffing, she adds while tightening her embrace. “Please never do anything reckless like that ever again. Else I’ll follow you and drag you out the Sanzu river, you idiot.”

As her eyes become teary, Kyoko does her best to hold back from crying. Unfortunately for her voice betrays her. “I was so sure that after that accident, you will never forgive me and hate me forever.”

Lastly, she whispers. “You should have told me earlier instead of shutting in because I would never have driven you away. You have no idea how I have missed you.”

At first, the red-haired woman hesitates, but she returns the given affection and wraps her arms around her partner.

Surely, it makes Kyoko widen her amber eyes.

However, feeling her partner’s palm landing on her head and stroking her hair strangely calms her.

In the end, she closes her eyes and rests her head on Ioriko’s shoulder.

Right now, neither of them speak or disturb this serene moment. Only the sunbeams break through Ioriko’s bedroom window and wrap them around with warmth.

After a couple more rounds, the fearsome vampire lord catches a break.

Who knew that his prized possession had so much hidden stamina to keep him long under his foot? Even Shiki could tell that Akira was doing his best to hold back from going full force.

Of course, it hurts the red-eyed vampire’s pride that his partner doesn’t take him seriously. On the other hand, even if it’s hard to admit, he’s secretly happy to learn that someone as reserved as Akira can be possessive and prone to jealousy.

However, his train of thought is interrupted when his lover throws his arm over his shoulder, pressing his body against his back. The vampire rolls his eyes and murmurs. “What is it? Are you still not satisfied?”

The silver-haired man only nuzzles his neck and closes his eyes. “Can we stay like this for a while?”

When he opens his sleepy blue eyes, he lowers his gaze and adds in a sensible, shy tone. “Besides, you’ve been snuggling like this with no issues in your panther form. So, it shouldn’t make any difference to you now, I think.”

Such a humble request pleasantly surprises Shiki… but he starts to get up nonetheless. “Don’t be a fool. I just don’t want to lie in this mess like an animal.”

Unfortunately for him, his attempt is utterly crushed when a pair of arms wrap around him and his needy partner pulls him close.

“Please.” is all Akira says, nuzzling Shiki again and refusing to let go.

After a brief pause, he adds in a slightly concerned tone, “How else will I know that you’re here and not throwing your life away again? Stay for just a second. That’s all I ask…”

When the dark-haired male turns his head, Akira’s blue eyes seem to be begging him. For sure, the ruthless vampire feels brought to his knees just by that gaze and unable to disobey it.

‘When did you become so clingy?’ The vampire wonders. But for now, Shiki silently groans and replies like a prideful feline. “Hmph. As if I have anything better to do… But only this time. So, don’t get used to it, understood?”

Relieved, the silver-haired male says nothing, and instead he presses a soft kiss to Shiki’s neck before resting his head on his shoulder.

In the end, Shiki returns to his thoughts while being trapped in his lover’s embrace. ‘I swear… Be grateful that I’m in this state, thanks to you. Otherwise, you might be singing a different song.’

After several minutes, Shiki tries to escape from the tight hug and, fortunately for him, succeeds. After escaping, he puts on and fixes his black bathrobe, walking on wobbling legs towards the door.

However, his partner’s voice makes him turn his head. “Wait.”

Akira’s laying on his stomach now, looking slightly concerned, “Will you be alright on your own? Just give me a moment and I’ll help you to walk.”

As the vampire leans against the door and feels the remains of their fight for dominance running down his thigh, he closes his eyes and fires back like a proud cat. “There is no need. Doing something useless like that would be a waste of breath.”

For sure, the blue-eyed male’s stubborn behavior makes him facepalm. After Akira brushes his hair from his face, he sighs. “But you may trip and hurt yourself.”

The dark-haired man’s poker face breaks when his prized possession stands up and picks up a white shirt lying on the carpet, not caring whether it belongs to him or not.

At that moment, the fearsome vampire, Lord Il Re, is like a cornered feline that doesn’t want to be petted. Akira can practically see his lowered panther ears and long tail curled around him, the tip twitching.

But for now, Shiki responds in a mildly irritated tone while his unbothered partner, wearing only a buttoned shirt, approaches him. “You worry too much, idiot. Just wait for your turn. Understood?”

After the silver-haired male takes his hand and throws his arm over his shoulder, he stares at him with demanding blue eyes and whispers. “Please.”

A moment later, the red-eyed vampire turns his head away and admits his defeat. “Do as you wish…”

Akira lowers his shoulders and nods before wrapping his other arm around his partner’s waist and leaving the bedroom together.

Meanwhile, a demon maid with green hair cleans the corridor, dragging behind her a vacuum cleaner whose body is an enormous skull with a hose made of spinal bones.

But she immediately turns it off as soon as she notices Shiki leaning on his lover.

For sure, that view alone bewilders the long-time servant of this castle. After all, it’s her first time in her life-span seeing a ruthless vampire that has never shown any weakness, now so vulnerable and fragile like a rag doll.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t leave the green-haired demon indifferent towards her master. Thus, when she turns off the vacuum cleaner, she addresses this couple with big, concerned eyes while resting her clenched palm on her chest. “Master, are you alright? Are you sick?”

When Shiki turns his head, his exhaustion and annoyance is evident as he narrows his eyes, glaring at the maid for a moment before turning away.

“Did Akira-sama do something to you?” The green-haired demon presses.

At that moment, the red-eyed vampire feels pierced by another sharp knife and lowers his head.

The demon tilts her head to the side and gives a questioning look at him. “Did you hurt him, Akira-sama?”

Akira senses the rising dark, murderous aura surrounding his partner. However, he remains calm and makes a request of the servant: “Can you send someone to tidy the bedroom and prepare the bath for us?”

“Y-yes! Of course!” The green-hair demon bows before running on her way.

After the couple is finally alone, the silver-haired male checks on his partner. Despite Shiki quietly growling, and his eyelid twitching, Akira closes his eyes and sighs. “Let’s go. Besides, weren’t you the one who wanted to go to the bath so badly?”

Thus, he prompts the dark-haired male before continuing the walk down the long corridor.

Some time has passed. Somewhere in the study room, deep in the dark Lord’s Il Re’s library, Akira comfortably rests in the armchair and reads another book from Shiki’s personal library while waiting for his return, unaware of the presence of the Evil One who tormented his lover for years.

Suddenly, the chill air and strangely familiar energy makes the silver-haired male freeze. As he lowers his book, he looks around, but there is no one aside from him, and that brief aura is nothing like Shiki’s.

After he closes his eyes and lowers his shoulders, Akira sighs. “Just be careful, you stupid vampire. I won’t forgive you if you die on me.”

Meanwhile, at the castle’s entrance, a loud banging on the wooden gate echoes through the room, awakening Il Re’s pet snake locked beneath.

The giant, black-scaled reptile lifts its head and opens its mouth, ferociously hissing at the intruders disturbing the peace.

“Silence!” his master says, immediately calming the snake.

The enormous snake lowers its body and flicks its split tongue while patiently waiting for its owner’s command.

Shiki lowers his sheathed blade and closes his crimson eyes, an arrogant smile crossing his lips. “… Not now. Why don’t I greet the guests first?”

When he lifts his head and opens his eyes, he orders the demon servants without looking back. “Take Akira to the underground caverns and make sure he doesn’t leave until I say so. Unlock Slyther’s room as well.”

The group of maids nods, some rushing to the library and a couple of them to the chained door that seals his pet.

‘Hmph. It’s been a while since I had so many human beings coming to my castle.’ The vampire ponders as he approaches the entrance gate with noble elegance.

However, when he opens the door, the smug look on his face fades away upon seeing a familiar couple: a red haired nun and a priest. Not only that, it seems they arrived not alone but brought an enormous group of men wearing white sacred hooded cloaks as well.

As the wind ruffles Emma’s sleeve like a waving flag, she politely greets the vampire lord. “Good evening. Ah, and what an honor we have earned to be greeted by Count Il Re himself.”

Wasting no time, the red-eyed vampire looks for a specific item in his pocket and upon finding it, tosses it at the redhead servant of God.

Fortunately, Emma’s reaction is quick, and she catches the cross at her and keeps it close to her chest while listening to the vampire’s indifferent speech. “If you came to pick up the boy you sent to take me down, leave. He was a waste of my time.”

Just as Shiki is about to shut the gate, a foot steps in, and the dark-haired priest holds onto the door without removing his eyes from the nocturnal creature.

Gwen narrows his eyes grip firm on the door.

“Father, you can let it go.”

Emma’s voice makes him turn his head. A moment later, she addresses the fearsome Count Il Re: “Not so fast, vampire. There’s something that you can do for us. So why don’t we talk?”

As she smirks like a viper, she adds, “Or would you prefer to be finished here and now, along with your servants, while we inspect this den of unholy creatures?”

Not even a second passes before the men in robes raise the holy relics, aiming at Shiki.

The noble creature of the night indifferently stares and respires. Hmph. They think they can threaten me with cheap toys? What a bunch of pathetic worms.

“Either way is fine by us. So what do you say, Count Il Re?” Emma continues.

However, the noble creature of the night keeps his stoic stance while leaning against the door. “Leave. I have no interest in fighting weaklings.”

“Neither we sending the Inquisitors to take care of one pesky, arrogant vampire. But there is someone else in this castle that must be retrieved dead or alive at any cost.” The stubborn, red-haired nun fires back with confidence.

Suddenly, the ice-cold and powerful presence of one certain dark entity, sends the bad shivers and makes Shiki widen his eyes. While he grips his arm, he wonders. ‘Shit… and of all times for him to show up. However, I won’t let him steal what belongs to me.’

He grips his katana and with his thumb pushes the sheath down, revealing the naked blade. He doesn’t remove his crimson eyes from the army of his enemies.

But Emma doesn’t give in to her opponent’s intimidation, “You aren’t leaving us much choice. If the only way to get to him is through you, so be it.”

Shiki takes another step and leaves through the door, he turns his head and gives a firm command to his loyal pet. “Slyther, come. Tonight, you can feast as much as you want on these vermin!”

And with these words, the large black snake bursts from its room and outside.

But before he or his snake can advance, knives from above cut through the air and stab one of the cloaked men. Shiki glances at one of the windows.

“Master, please let us take care of them!” The reserved blue-haired maid with the blue eye patch shouts from a window, another set of knives glinting between her fingers.

More so, there are several other demon maids on the roof with their folded wings, long sharp nails, and lashing tails that are ready to shred anyone who threatens their precious master’s life. On top of that, an army of armored knights surrounds the holy men.

As soon as the battle breaks out, Shiki rushes into the castle, sensing the Evil One getting close to the Inner Quarters. ‘He won’t run away this time!’

Meanwhile, in the study room, the sound of a door slamming in the distance makes the silver-haired male lift his head.

“Young Master, there is no time to waste! You must follow me!” the green-haired demon swiftly flies across the library without hiding her genuine concern.

Placing the book on the table, Akira stands and tilts his head to the side. “What happened?”

The concerned demon maid only folds her wings and presses her intertwined fingers against her chest with her lowered long pointy ears and big pleading eyes. “There is no time to explain. We have to hurry before it’s too late, Young Master!”

“Where is Shiki? Did something happen to him?” The silver-haired male asks.

The green-haired demon lowers her darkened face and immediately takes his hand. “Please listen to me. Master is fighting hard to protect you and everyone in the castle and told me to take you somewhere safe. I’ll drag you by force if needed.”

“Take me to him.” Akira orders shortly.

After a brief pause, he adds in a confident tone, “Your master may take more than he can handle and I cannot allow him to die. Or are you okay with whoever overthrows him and becomes your new master?”

“Akira-sama...” The demon maid only stares in disbelief. When she releases his hand, she softens her gaze. “As we speak, Master should be getting closer to the garden in the inner quarters.”

Akira closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”

Wasting no time, he heads towards the exit of the library.

Meanwhile, the green-haired demon maid bows and bids farewell. “Please be careful, Young Master.”

‘... Because Master needs you more than ever.’ she thinks to herself while watching the blue-eyed male slowly disappear from her sight.

After several minutes, Akira reaches his destination. However, he is shocked upon noticing the distorted scenery of once flourishing flora, plant monsters, and the ruined wings of the golden goddess statue on the top of the center fountain. It was as if a powerful beast had been looking for something. Even the crimson full moon in the sky only observes and illuminates this scene for the final act.

A few moments later, after shaking his head and fixing his hair, he steps deeper into the ruined garden. Step by step, until he gets close to the enormous fountain, and sees an unknown male figure.

He was sure he had never seen this man before in his life, but Akira had a strange feeling that they had met before, if not in this world, then in another one and another time.

The blonde man might be another vampire hunter, but that doesn’t scare Akira. He instinctively approaches the mysterious stranger, as if is drawn to him by invisible strings.

However, the cracked tiny stone under Akira’s foot and the man immediately turning back alert him and make him step back.

Meanwhile, the stranger with pale skin silently stares at him with his glowing purple eyes and a calm, robotic look.

“Who are you?” The blue-eyed male asks carefully.

The man doesn’t say a word, and it’s impossible to read his face.

Undeterred, Akira continues his interrogation, “Answer me. Is this your work?”

The light-haired man only turns his head and lowers his gaze.

After slowly blinking, he returns his gaze to Akira, moving closer to him.

Just as he lifts his extended arm towards the blue-eyed male, the click of a blade makes them both look back.

The bloody, red moonlight illuminates the dark vampire lord and his trustworthy katana blade pointed at his enemy.

When Shiki bares his fangs and wrinkles his nose, he growls like a feral beast while his red eyes glow with the hellish fury. “You won’t escape this time, you bastard!”

Akira could swear he had never seen such pure rage in his partner. His cold, murderous energy alone could kill an ordinary person on sight.

Meanwhile, the purple-eyed male keeps his stoic look and lowers his arm.

When he presses it close to his chest pocket, he narrows his indifferent gaze and comments in a monotonic voice. “You are still alive?”

After closing his eyes, he turns his head towards the silver-haired male and comments. “You… You are also tainted by the same black color as him.”

For sure, his long-time arch-nemesis ignorance continues boiling Shiki’s primal hatred for the nocturnal creature that once stripped his pride. Even the scar on his chest aches by his sight alone.

When he prepares to launch himself at the light-haired male with the heavy slash, something small and sharp rapidly flies past him.

As the crimson liquid runs down the noble vampire’s cheek, he hisses through his bitten teeth and freezes into the same spot.

Suddenly, Akira’s arms drop, and he calls his partner’s name. “Shiki!”

Before he steps in, the same sharp item bounces off the wall and flies near him. But it doesn’t freeze him in the same spot as the stern male voice announcing. “Halt!”

Apparently, that voice belongs to the preserved dark-haired priest.

As he catches the ricochet gem in his gloved palm, the red-haired nun steps forward and holds the bullwhip close to her chest. “You can no longer run away from us. Give up now.”

Seeing two familiar faces from the past shocks the silver-haired male. All he can do is silently say. “You two…”

“Hand over to us Premier Nicole and Null Nicole and we’ll make sure the Ordinary will take care of them. Your death will be also instant, if you cooperate with us, vampire.” Gwen addresses the noble ruler of the night and ready to unleash his weapon at any moment.

“Hmph. There is no need of him, Father.” The redhead curves a smile like a viper.

As she points the whip at Akira, she narrows her gaze and explains. “Haven’t you sensed yet? He is no longer human. Besides, he already served his purpose of luring Nicole. That’s why I can finally put them down before the church gets them.”

Meanwhile, Shiki lowers his sword and studies this couple that he temporally forgets about his arch-nemesis, who is apathetic to what is happening.

Gwen’s poker face finally cracks, and he addresses his mission partner. “Emma!… That’s not what we agreed! Are you disobeying the given orders? Are you aware of what happens to you if they discover you betray them?”

As something painful stuck in his throat, he continues. “I knew something was off about you before this mission started… I should have reported about you to the Ordinary before it was too late.”

Suddenly, his words are interrupted by the crack of a whip, and he yells in pain. “Gaah!…”

After Emma unleashes another heavy strike, she kicks him until his body hits the ground.

When the redhead nun bites her lip, she closes her eyes and confesses. “As if I ever cared about it! These church fools can do whatever they want, but I won’t let anyone stand in my way. Not until I put these two out of their misery caused by these heartless religious freaks!”

“That’s too bad that you betrayed me as well. Good bye...” Emma says with a bitter smile, tightening her whip around Gwen’s neck until he finally gasps his last breath.

Loosening her trusted weapon and lowering it, she faced the purple-eyed male, approaching him with an unusually concerned tone. “I’m only doing this to shield you from those awful men who twisted you into a monster.”

Upon remembering their last encounter, she feels a phantom pain and grasps the hollow sleeve of her tunic. “That’s why, for your own sake, I have to end this here, Nano.”

Just when she gets close to the light-haired blond and lowers her shoulders…

Suddenly, she widens her eyes and groans as this man’s hand pierces her chest like a sharp blade.

After Nano withdraws his smeared with bright red blood elbow, he indifferently stares at the redhead nun falling on her knees like a rag doll with cut strings.

Emma looks at him with her pitiful big eyes while her trembling lips whisper a few mute words before collapsing and sinking into the world of never-ending darkness.

After an intense pause, Shiki breaks the deadly silence and fixes his hair. “Now, it’s your turn.”

With these words, he charges at his opponent, who only cracks a mocking smile.

However, the dark-haired male becomes alerted by slashing a thin air and his arch-nemesis standing behind him.

Fortunately for him, he dodges the fatal claw strike.

Calmly, Nano observes the dark-haired swordsman, who nervously gulps and points his trusty weapon at him.

“You have fangs and claws, but you still cannot use them. Creatures like you don’t survive long in nature. You are still -” The blonde comments.

His words are immediately cut off by Shiki’s aimed stabbing strike.

However, his attack is evaded.

A moment later, the purple-eyed male sends a powerful punch into his guts, making him gasp and twist his face in agony.

Meanwhile, Akira watches as the blonde grabs Shiki by the throat and lifts him as if he was a small animal captured by an apex predator.

Even so, his body starts moving on its own, and he sneaks to pick up his partner’s dropped weapon.

The red-eyed vampire narrows his gaze and hisses as the grip around his neck tightens, accompanied by a faint cracking noise.

Even if he understands his demise is near, he refuses to let this sadistic creature enjoy his suffering or struggle in vain.

Without removing his eyes from the vampire, Nano extends his sharp nails and aims at his target’s belly.

Lastly, he announces in the same monotonic, lifeless voice. “Do not fear. I’ll set you free from this pointless existence. You won’t even notice it, vampire.”

The very little that he knows, the real threat to him is closer than he thinks.

Without Nano suspecting him, the silver-haired male with flaring blue eyes right behind him with his shining blade reflecting the crimson moonlight.

One sudden move and Shiki’s katana penetrates his chest, making him drop the original owner of it.

Even so, Nano lowers his gaze and indifferently stares at how his brown coat soaks with a dark liquid and the tip of the bloody blade.

“Ah...” the light blond sighs as if it is a small inconvenience to him.

After Akira pulls out the katana, he tilts his head and declares with a strong determination. “I have no idea who you are or what you need from me. However, I will not care if you are a demon, human, or the god himself. Dare to touch this man, and I’ll send you to the netherworld.”

Nano slowly turns towards the silver-haired male and takes a step closer to him while his purple eyes start glowing in various spectrum colors.

In the meantime, Shiki picks up his other sword and addresses his long-time enemy. “It’s not over yet. So, face me, you coward!”

However, the purple-eyed male ignores him yet again and focuses on Akira.

Surely, it annoys the dark-haired swordsman, and he lowers his darkened face.

As the murderous aura grows stronger with each second that makes Akira step back, Shiki addresses his partner while containing his primal rage. “Stay back and do not interface. It’s between him and me.”

When he lowers his katana, he rushes at his opponent and unleashes the heavy upward slash.

At that moment, Akira observes this as if time had frozen around them and Nano facing Shiki and accepting his fate.

Hell, he can swear that he could hear Nano whispering while putting on a victorious smile. “I won...”

Slash! The blond man’s head flies into the sky and as the bloody fountain splashes from his neck, his body harshly hits the ground.

A second later, Shiki falls to his knees and, as he deeply breathes, he lowers his head. “It’s over...”

The red-eyed swordsman covers his face with his palm and his chuckle growls into laughter. “It’s finally over!”

As he holds the corpse of the fallen enemy, he lifts him by his upper arms and brings him close to him.

Even Akira feels the bad shivers down his spine when the madness glows in these red glowing eyes with madness.

However, when Shiki opens his mouth and reveals his sharp fangs, he is about to sink them into the cut neck...

Suddenly, the silver-haired male acts upon the instincts.

After clenching his palms into fists, he approaches his partner and bends down.

As the harsh, loud slap echoes across this area, he pushes the dead body away from the reckless vampire and roughly grabs Shiki’s shoulders.

While the red-eyed vampire is dumbfounded and feels his pulsating, aching cheek, he keeps his bewildered look and respires.

When Akira lowers his head and bites his lower lip for a couple of moments, he lashes out at his partner. “Look at yourself! You already won. You finally set your score. That man is already dead and you are still not satisfied? Just why?... WHY ARE YOU STILL OBSESSED OVER HIM AND WANT TO KEEP HIM LIVE INSIDE YOU?!”

After shakily exhaling, he confesses. “I hate it. You should have killed me while you could, you fool... However, now, I won’t let get dragged together to whatever hell that man went... Even if that will take an eternity, I’ll make you forget that man and look only at me, no matter what it takes.”

These words spark the excitement in the noble creature’s of the night eyes and he curves a satisfied smile.

“How are you... Nevermind. Do what you wish...” He closes his eyes and replies.

When he rests his palms on his partner’s shoulders, he opens his eyes and adds. “Let’s go. The battle is over, but there is a lot of work left, thanks to these pesky invaders.”

After both stand up, Akira follows Shiki to wherever he might lead him.

Yet the dark-haired male is briefly surprised by his partner holding into his hand and gently tightening his grasp.

In the end, he turns his head and listens to Akira’s full-hearty confession. “I’m not letting you go. Not this time, not ever in the future.”

Not only these words but also these blue faithful eyes make even a ruthless vampire blush and turn his head before his partner used it as his chance to either tease him or point out the obvious.

Nevertheless, deep inside, he wouldn’t mind it. After all, Akira keeps proving that he is more than worthy of standing by his side for the rest of eternity.

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