Volume 1, Chapter 1
Shiina Miyuki skipped down the street, the rainclouds rumbling. "God, don't storm..." she thought, thinking of how it would ruin her hair. " 'Scuze me, young miss, do you have any money to spare? Even a little would be a great help, and I'd owe you a superb debt..." a homeless man said, looking miserable, but hope in his eyes. "Sorry. I'm broke." Miyuki said sympathetically. She looked concerned, worried. "Bless you anyways, young miss. It was nice of you to consider it." he said kindly, shivering. Rain started to fall as Miyuki walked away. Old man. What a joke. Sure, she'd give him some of HER hard-earned money! As if. She jingled her cash in her hand, then purchased takoyaki. "Mmmm..." she said, swallowing the warm treat. She propped her umbrella up and started walking. She popped another mouthful of takoyaki into her mouth and examined the clouds. Why was it always so rainy here? A car slowed down next to her and the window rolled down. Miyuki said automatically, "No matter how pretty you think I am, I'm not going with you." She ran off before the men could reply. "WHAT?" one of them said, calling her a nasty name. "Little witch. Full of herself, eh?" another snapped. "Don't worry. We'll get even. Remember? We're supposed to kill her." the one driving said. "When I saw her, I thought it would be a pity to kill something so cute. Now that she's opened her mouth, I take it back." another muttered. They chuckled, rolling the window up and driving off.
Miyuki wrapped the bathrobe around herself, putting her hair up in a towel. Ah, hot showers always made her feel better. She stuck some pocky in her mouth and exited the steamy bathroom. Her house was large, windowed, expensive. She lived alone, inheriting her parents' fortune when they died in a car crash. Sounds suspicious, but Miyuki was never planning on inheriting the money, anyways, so she had no motive. She flopped down on the couch and flicked the TV on. Once again, nothing on. "Ugyuu... I'm so bored." she muttered, licking her chocolatey fingers. She entered her room, locked the door (though no one else lived there, this was a habit), and let her bathrobe fall. In the mirror, she saw the strange birthmark she'd been born with. It was red, however, and on her collarbone. She touched it, wondering why she got it. It slithered all the way across her neck from its resting point at her collarbone and then down her abdomen, resting just above her waist. Okay, this was definitely weird for a birthmark. It was huge. Almost her whole front body. But she had this for years, ever since she was small. Just then, the bell rang, meaning someone was at her door. She threw on some clothes and trotted down the stairs. "Coming," she called, opening the front door. Her breath hitched as her eyes fell upon the man that stood there. He stood tall, but lean—like a cat, almost —and he carried himself with the slinky grace like that of a model. He had piercing red eyes that were currently staring down at her. His hair was white, wild. She shivered. He was utterly delicious. "Humm, hey." he said for the fifth time. His voice made her shiver. "Wha? Oh, sorry! Yes? What is it?" Miyuki asked. "Shiina-san?" he asked. "Yes, that's me." she quipped, smiling. "Ah, then I need you to come with me." he said, taking her hand and leading her away. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why?" she asked, pulling her hand away. "Who are you?" she demanded, crossing her arms. ". . .Can't tell ya." he said, looking bored. "What?! Well then, get away from my house or I'm calling the cops!" she snapped, going back inside. As she was closing the door, he pushed himself in, and clamped his hand over her mouth. He slammed the door shut and locked it. She was screaming through his hands, struggling to get away. "Shut it." he commanded, throwing her to the floor. He sat on top of her and pulled her shirt down to her collarbone. "Ah. Suetsukata." he said, getting up. She covered her chest and snapped, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL, YOU LECHER!?!" He looked at her, calm, and flipped the tail of his jacket back. "Stand." he said. Miyuki stood alright, but then she heard a window break in the next room.
The man stiffened, and he grabbed Miyuki's hand and pulled her to the ground. She was about to scream, but he silenced her. "Listen carefully. When your sixteenth birthday comes, the world will end. Everyone will die. I'm going to kill you so that never happens. However, THOSE guys will kill you PAINFULLY, while I'd do it painlessly. And I'll even ask them to Reanimate your body." he whispered sharply, holding her close, listening to the voices yell for the girl. Tears were now in Miyuki's eyes. What kind of prank was this? She shot up, nearly knocking the man over while doing so. "LEAVE ME ALONE!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!" she screamed, running for the door. She saw it was raining and grabbed her jacket out of habit, only worried about getting away. "Moro—" the man started, before she slammed her door shut and ran out into the rain, barefoot, light clothes, light jacket. Immediately she was cold. And it was pouring. She heard gunshots and screamed, wanting to just stop running and hide. She pulled out her phone and shakily dialed for help. "Moshi moshi, what's your emergency?" a voice asked. "There's a group of men trying to kill me—" Miyuki shrieked, before a gunshot whizzed past her head and nabbed her phone. She dropped the now crushed phone, her hand bleeding, and let out another scream. There was a scream from back at her house, and she had a split second to consider that she might have caused the white-haired man's death. But it was out of her mind as she started running again, faster then ever. Of course, she had to slow down. She was now far away from her house, but her lungs were burning. Panting, she came to a stop and collapsed in the street. She took in big gulps of air, the rain pelting her body. "Miyuki! What are you doing?!" Takashima's voice said as he rushed over with an umbrella. "M-men...in my hou-house...trying...trying to kill...me...!!!" she breathed, out of air. Takashima's face got even paler. "Get up, come with me! We'll call the police." he said, helping her up. "Hold it." came a familiar voice. Miyuki pressed against Takashima and whispered, "Help me!!" Takashima examined the man walking towards them. His white hair dangled to his shoulders, pressed to his face, soaked. "Is she yours?" he asked Takashima, stopping a few feet from them. The man's eyes trailed from Takashima to Miyuki, shivering from the cold and fear. "My, my." he said simply, getting up in Takashima's face. Takashima was taller, but there was an edgy look in the guy's eyes that made Takashima shrink back. "Well, she's mine now." he said, yanking Miyuki's arm. It took Takashima by surprise, and he reached out for Miyuki again. By now, though, they were in the air. "H-how can you jump so high?!" Miyuki shrieked, thrashing at him. "I will drop you." he said angrily, holding her away from him in a futile effort to avoid her thrashing hands. "TAKASHIMMMMAAAAA!!!" she screamed, watching Takashima shrink away the higher they got.
"Stop crying." the male commanded for the fifth time. Miyuki was in the back of a truck, sobbing. "Tch. Shut up! God, I can't concentrate! Now how do you drive a truck. . .?" he snapped, frustrated, before he started it. "Oh. That was easy." he commented, tapping his chin. "You don't know how to drive?" Miyuki asked, fear settling coldly in her stomach. There were a lot of big and heavy things in the back here, and hellish driving would be sure to topple them over and onto Miyuki. "Not a clue. Here we go." he said simply, shifting the truck into 'Drive' and speeding off. Shrieking, Miyuki clung to the bars in front of her. "Where are you taking me?!" she snapped, shutting her eyes tight. "Hum." he said simply, as if he didn't know. "At least tell me your name." she pressed. "Stalker." he said, pursing his lips. She wanted to kill this guy. "How'd you survive all those gunshots anyway?" she asked. "WHY are you asking all these questions?" he fired back. "I'M BEING KIDNAPPED. You could at least answer my questions!!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. He was silent, then braked suddenly. Miyuki shrieked, waiting for a crunch. Luckily, nothing toppled. "Where are you going?" she asked as he got out, opening the side doors that lead to the back. She scooted away from him, but he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out. He pointed and said, "Food." Miyuki paused, crying, looking at a small restaurant in the direction he was pointing. "I'm not hungry," she snapped, swiveling away. Her stomach growled at that exact moment though. ". . .Maybe a water." she said, turning red. "You're weird." he commented, throwing her in front of him and pushing her. "Walk by yourself. Unless you want to be even more embarrassed." he said. "Hmph. You'd only embarrass yourself!" she said snidely, not knowing what he would do. He sighed. "Alright. C'mere..."
He slammed his foot against the doors to open them, and walked in, looking bored. Everyone hushed. He would seem pretty normal if he didn't have a thrashing girl in his arms. She was thrown over his shoulder, beating on his back, kicking his front. He didn't even flinch though, and dropped her when he reached the counter. He kneeled by her and said,"Order." She scooted away, but got up. "Why are you going this far?" she snapped. He just looked at her, to the menu, her, then back to the menu. Sighing, she decided on a plan. She would order a LOT so when he had to pay, he'd be surprised, flustered, and she could make a run for it as he tried to figure things out. Ditch him and take the truck and speed off towards happiness. So she ordered quite a bit. "W-wow, can you eat all that?" the cashier asked politely. "I assure you I can. And if I can't finish it, he can." Miyuki said, jerking her thumb at the male. "Uhm, okay, and for you sir?" the cashier asked. He stood up and glanced at Miyuki. She was about to scoot away again, but he grabbed her wrist. She listened carefully to his order, and her stomach sank. He had ordered twice as much as she did. He must be LOADED, not a care in the world with all his money. He yanked on her arm and pulled her towards the table, sitting down and kicking his feet up. "Will you tell me your name now. . .?" Miyuki asked, wincing. Her wrist hurt now. "Yuu." he said simply. "Yuu? That's a surprisingly cute name for such a mean guy." Miyuki said, scoffing. "You're not the first that said that." he responded, looking off. "How old are you?" she went on. "Eighteen." he answered, then it struck her. He would answer everything. . .
"And where do you come from?" Miyuki asked, enjoying this.
"I don't know. Well, besides my company."
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"You'll cause the end of the Earth."
"How?"
"I don't know."
Okay, it was a good run, but he either didn't know or didn't want to answer. "Ah... My sweater's got a hole..." she said absently, looking down at her shoulder. "Why am I worrying (Clink) about this when I'm going to die? ...Wait, 'clink'?" she thought, looking over at what caused the sound. Yuu was holding a sewing kit, staring at her with solemn eyes. "And WHY do you carry that around?" Miyuki asked. "If I get cut, my clothes get cut. I heal, my clothes stay torn." he answered, throwing it at her. She caught it. "Wait, ME sew it?! I've never sewed once in my life! Sewing is the work of a poor man or something!" she snapped. He said nothing, just looked off. She growled, but started to do the best she could. "Aha!" she declared, showing him. It was pretty unnoticeable. "Hm." he said, looking away. "Well? What do you think? Am I good or am I good?" she asked. "Honestly, you should've turned it inside out. It would look more like a seam then a bulge if you had done it inside out." he said. She dropped her fork, surprised. "Be quiet, or people will look over and see your sucky sewing." he said, amusement in his voice. "Why you--!!"
"Ah, we sure spent a lot, didn't we?" he asked her cheerfully as they exited the establishment. Miyuki was too shocked to speak. As soon as they were ready for the bill, he swiped her wallet and paid with every last cent she had. "I hate you. . .Where are we going?" she asked. ". . .Sono Gakuen. . ." Yuu said, waving her off. "Uh-huh. . . Now, when you Reanimate my body, will I come back to life?" she asked hopefully. "No. Your body will just be able to move and do my bidding." he said, licking his fingers. "Well, that sounded dirty. Why—" she started, before he silenced her. He leaned closer to the truck. "It's ticking." he said finally, grabbing her arm roughly and leading her away. "O-ow, that hurts! Let go!" she snapped, before he picked up the pace. Behind them, a large explosion was heard, the force almost sending them forward. Screams were heard. "We should go back! There are people hurt!" she said, struggling. "And?" he asked, throwing her in front of him again. "AND?! And WHAT?! They are hurt!" she cried. "You're going to DIE, and you're worried about other people. What, being kidnapped makes you see that they way you were living, arrogant and shallow, was wrong? Hmm?" Yuu said coldly. Miyuki felt tears start. "No! If I'm going to die, then I'm dragging the world with me." Miyuki shrieked. "I won't let that happen." Yuu said, throwing her over his shoulder. "Hand that over." a voice came. Yuu turned slowly. "Hand what over?" he asked politely. "The girl." a man said, wielding a very large gun. They were surrounded by men now, and a girl floated above them. "What? This?" Yuu asked, gesturing to Miyuki. "No, I'm afraid this is mine." he went on in mock sympathy. "Let me go." Miyuki hissed. "Shut it." Yuu hissed back. "Alright, gentlemen! Aim! ♥" the girl said, pointing at Miyuki and Yuu. "Fire! ♥" she squealed, turning in air. A stream of bullets were released from each gun, but Yuu was already in the air. He landed on a roof and dropped Miyuki. "You try to run again and I'll kill you." he snapped, jumping back down. Miyuki inched over to watch. Yuu pulled out a gun himself, a way-too-large-to-be-a-handgun-but-is gun. "After you," he said politely. Several started firing again. Screams were heard, and Yuu was distracted. One grazed his arm, and he snapped back to the fight. He was behind one faster then he could blink, slamming his gun into his head. And again, faster yet, behind another. They fired into the man, missing Yuu. "Wow, so sad." Yuu said, crossing himself. The men clicked their tongues. "Wait, boys! You can't get him with normal bullets." the girl said, pouting. "What? You're giving up? That wasn't even an adrenaline rush." Yuu said, unamused. "Shut your mouth! Gentlemen, go get the girl! I'll deal with him." she said, rolling her shoulders. Yuu's eyes narrowed.
"Are you ready, Ryou-kun?" the girl asked. "As always, Mika." Yuu answered. Oh-kay, apparently they knew each other. Miyuki watched in fascination as the girl pulled a scythe from thin air. Yuu tapped his gun twice, and a blade shot out of the barrel. Ah, not a gun. Just then, someone grabbed her foot. "Eh?" she said, turning. "Come here, girly." the man said, pulling her closer. "YUU!!!" Miyuki shrieked, then realized Yuu was gonna kill her anyways, so just shut it. Yuu glanced at her, and said,"Ugh." Miyuki blinked. "'Ugh'? Just 'Ugh'? No 'I'll save you Miyuki' or encouraging words?!" Miyuki snapped. "Shut UP. I'm busy here!" Yuu hissed. "Doing WHAT? Staring at some skimpy girl who has a scythe?!" Miyuki asked. "Hey! I'm not skimpy. All the female executives wear this!" Mika said defensively. Yuu clicked his tongue and launched himself at the girl. His blade slammed into her scythe as she blocked, and soon they were rapidly slashing at each other. "Physical attacks won't work, Ryou-kun!" Mika cheered. "Thanks for the tip." Yuu said, slashing the air. From the slash, black feathers shot out and surrounded her. "Oh, is this new? I've never seen it before. What's it do—" Mika started, before a feather floated past her shoulder. She winced, her shoulder slicing in half. Her arm fell to the ground. Miyuki closed her eyes, looking away. "That." Yuu said. "It'll wear off, don't worry. But for now, you're stuck. I'll be taking that girl back now." Yuu said, appearing before Miyuki. He scooped her up and jumped into the air. "Bye, Mika! It was fun." he said, and she growled. "WAIT, RYOU-KUN!!!" she screamed, slashing at the feathers with her scythe to no avail. "And now, Miyuki, we carry onward." he said, sighing. ". . .Wow. My Hero." Miyuki said sarcastically.
Miyuki wrapped the bathrobe around herself, putting her hair up in a towel. Ah, hot showers always made her feel better. She stuck some pocky in her mouth and exited the steamy bathroom. Her house was large, windowed, expensive. She lived alone, inheriting her parents' fortune when they died in a car crash. Sounds suspicious, but Miyuki was never planning on inheriting the money, anyways, so she had no motive. She flopped down on the couch and flicked the TV on. Once again, nothing on. "Ugyuu... I'm so bored." she muttered, licking her chocolatey fingers. She entered her room, locked the door (though no one else lived there, this was a habit), and let her bathrobe fall. In the mirror, she saw the strange birthmark she'd been born with. It was red, however, and on her collarbone. She touched it, wondering why she got it. It slithered all the way across her neck from its resting point at her collarbone and then down her abdomen, resting just above her waist. Okay, this was definitely weird for a birthmark. It was huge. Almost her whole front body. But she had this for years, ever since she was small. Just then, the bell rang, meaning someone was at her door. She threw on some clothes and trotted down the stairs. "Coming," she called, opening the front door. Her breath hitched as her eyes fell upon the man that stood there. He stood tall, but lean—like a cat, almost —and he carried himself with the slinky grace like that of a model. He had piercing red eyes that were currently staring down at her. His hair was white, wild. She shivered. He was utterly delicious. "Humm, hey." he said for the fifth time. His voice made her shiver. "Wha? Oh, sorry! Yes? What is it?" Miyuki asked. "Shiina-san?" he asked. "Yes, that's me." she quipped, smiling. "Ah, then I need you to come with me." he said, taking her hand and leading her away. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why?" she asked, pulling her hand away. "Who are you?" she demanded, crossing her arms. ". . .Can't tell ya." he said, looking bored. "What?! Well then, get away from my house or I'm calling the cops!" she snapped, going back inside. As she was closing the door, he pushed himself in, and clamped his hand over her mouth. He slammed the door shut and locked it. She was screaming through his hands, struggling to get away. "Shut it." he commanded, throwing her to the floor. He sat on top of her and pulled her shirt down to her collarbone. "Ah. Suetsukata." he said, getting up. She covered her chest and snapped, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL, YOU LECHER!?!" He looked at her, calm, and flipped the tail of his jacket back. "Stand." he said. Miyuki stood alright, but then she heard a window break in the next room.
The man stiffened, and he grabbed Miyuki's hand and pulled her to the ground. She was about to scream, but he silenced her. "Listen carefully. When your sixteenth birthday comes, the world will end. Everyone will die. I'm going to kill you so that never happens. However, THOSE guys will kill you PAINFULLY, while I'd do it painlessly. And I'll even ask them to Reanimate your body." he whispered sharply, holding her close, listening to the voices yell for the girl. Tears were now in Miyuki's eyes. What kind of prank was this? She shot up, nearly knocking the man over while doing so. "LEAVE ME ALONE!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!" she screamed, running for the door. She saw it was raining and grabbed her jacket out of habit, only worried about getting away. "Moro—" the man started, before she slammed her door shut and ran out into the rain, barefoot, light clothes, light jacket. Immediately she was cold. And it was pouring. She heard gunshots and screamed, wanting to just stop running and hide. She pulled out her phone and shakily dialed for help. "Moshi moshi, what's your emergency?" a voice asked. "There's a group of men trying to kill me—" Miyuki shrieked, before a gunshot whizzed past her head and nabbed her phone. She dropped the now crushed phone, her hand bleeding, and let out another scream. There was a scream from back at her house, and she had a split second to consider that she might have caused the white-haired man's death. But it was out of her mind as she started running again, faster then ever. Of course, she had to slow down. She was now far away from her house, but her lungs were burning. Panting, she came to a stop and collapsed in the street. She took in big gulps of air, the rain pelting her body. "Miyuki! What are you doing?!" Takashima's voice said as he rushed over with an umbrella. "M-men...in my hou-house...trying...trying to kill...me...!!!" she breathed, out of air. Takashima's face got even paler. "Get up, come with me! We'll call the police." he said, helping her up. "Hold it." came a familiar voice. Miyuki pressed against Takashima and whispered, "Help me!!" Takashima examined the man walking towards them. His white hair dangled to his shoulders, pressed to his face, soaked. "Is she yours?" he asked Takashima, stopping a few feet from them. The man's eyes trailed from Takashima to Miyuki, shivering from the cold and fear. "My, my." he said simply, getting up in Takashima's face. Takashima was taller, but there was an edgy look in the guy's eyes that made Takashima shrink back. "Well, she's mine now." he said, yanking Miyuki's arm. It took Takashima by surprise, and he reached out for Miyuki again. By now, though, they were in the air. "H-how can you jump so high?!" Miyuki shrieked, thrashing at him. "I will drop you." he said angrily, holding her away from him in a futile effort to avoid her thrashing hands. "TAKASHIMMMMAAAAA!!!" she screamed, watching Takashima shrink away the higher they got.
"Stop crying." the male commanded for the fifth time. Miyuki was in the back of a truck, sobbing. "Tch. Shut up! God, I can't concentrate! Now how do you drive a truck. . .?" he snapped, frustrated, before he started it. "Oh. That was easy." he commented, tapping his chin. "You don't know how to drive?" Miyuki asked, fear settling coldly in her stomach. There were a lot of big and heavy things in the back here, and hellish driving would be sure to topple them over and onto Miyuki. "Not a clue. Here we go." he said simply, shifting the truck into 'Drive' and speeding off. Shrieking, Miyuki clung to the bars in front of her. "Where are you taking me?!" she snapped, shutting her eyes tight. "Hum." he said simply, as if he didn't know. "At least tell me your name." she pressed. "Stalker." he said, pursing his lips. She wanted to kill this guy. "How'd you survive all those gunshots anyway?" she asked. "WHY are you asking all these questions?" he fired back. "I'M BEING KIDNAPPED. You could at least answer my questions!!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. He was silent, then braked suddenly. Miyuki shrieked, waiting for a crunch. Luckily, nothing toppled. "Where are you going?" she asked as he got out, opening the side doors that lead to the back. She scooted away from him, but he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out. He pointed and said, "Food." Miyuki paused, crying, looking at a small restaurant in the direction he was pointing. "I'm not hungry," she snapped, swiveling away. Her stomach growled at that exact moment though. ". . .Maybe a water." she said, turning red. "You're weird." he commented, throwing her in front of him and pushing her. "Walk by yourself. Unless you want to be even more embarrassed." he said. "Hmph. You'd only embarrass yourself!" she said snidely, not knowing what he would do. He sighed. "Alright. C'mere..."
He slammed his foot against the doors to open them, and walked in, looking bored. Everyone hushed. He would seem pretty normal if he didn't have a thrashing girl in his arms. She was thrown over his shoulder, beating on his back, kicking his front. He didn't even flinch though, and dropped her when he reached the counter. He kneeled by her and said,"Order." She scooted away, but got up. "Why are you going this far?" she snapped. He just looked at her, to the menu, her, then back to the menu. Sighing, she decided on a plan. She would order a LOT so when he had to pay, he'd be surprised, flustered, and she could make a run for it as he tried to figure things out. Ditch him and take the truck and speed off towards happiness. So she ordered quite a bit. "W-wow, can you eat all that?" the cashier asked politely. "I assure you I can. And if I can't finish it, he can." Miyuki said, jerking her thumb at the male. "Uhm, okay, and for you sir?" the cashier asked. He stood up and glanced at Miyuki. She was about to scoot away again, but he grabbed her wrist. She listened carefully to his order, and her stomach sank. He had ordered twice as much as she did. He must be LOADED, not a care in the world with all his money. He yanked on her arm and pulled her towards the table, sitting down and kicking his feet up. "Will you tell me your name now. . .?" Miyuki asked, wincing. Her wrist hurt now. "Yuu." he said simply. "Yuu? That's a surprisingly cute name for such a mean guy." Miyuki said, scoffing. "You're not the first that said that." he responded, looking off. "How old are you?" she went on. "Eighteen." he answered, then it struck her. He would answer everything. . .
"And where do you come from?" Miyuki asked, enjoying this.
"I don't know. Well, besides my company."
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"You'll cause the end of the Earth."
"How?"
"I don't know."
Okay, it was a good run, but he either didn't know or didn't want to answer. "Ah... My sweater's got a hole..." she said absently, looking down at her shoulder. "Why am I worrying (Clink) about this when I'm going to die? ...Wait, 'clink'?" she thought, looking over at what caused the sound. Yuu was holding a sewing kit, staring at her with solemn eyes. "And WHY do you carry that around?" Miyuki asked. "If I get cut, my clothes get cut. I heal, my clothes stay torn." he answered, throwing it at her. She caught it. "Wait, ME sew it?! I've never sewed once in my life! Sewing is the work of a poor man or something!" she snapped. He said nothing, just looked off. She growled, but started to do the best she could. "Aha!" she declared, showing him. It was pretty unnoticeable. "Hm." he said, looking away. "Well? What do you think? Am I good or am I good?" she asked. "Honestly, you should've turned it inside out. It would look more like a seam then a bulge if you had done it inside out." he said. She dropped her fork, surprised. "Be quiet, or people will look over and see your sucky sewing." he said, amusement in his voice. "Why you--!!"
"Ah, we sure spent a lot, didn't we?" he asked her cheerfully as they exited the establishment. Miyuki was too shocked to speak. As soon as they were ready for the bill, he swiped her wallet and paid with every last cent she had. "I hate you. . .Where are we going?" she asked. ". . .Sono Gakuen. . ." Yuu said, waving her off. "Uh-huh. . . Now, when you Reanimate my body, will I come back to life?" she asked hopefully. "No. Your body will just be able to move and do my bidding." he said, licking his fingers. "Well, that sounded dirty. Why—" she started, before he silenced her. He leaned closer to the truck. "It's ticking." he said finally, grabbing her arm roughly and leading her away. "O-ow, that hurts! Let go!" she snapped, before he picked up the pace. Behind them, a large explosion was heard, the force almost sending them forward. Screams were heard. "We should go back! There are people hurt!" she said, struggling. "And?" he asked, throwing her in front of him again. "AND?! And WHAT?! They are hurt!" she cried. "You're going to DIE, and you're worried about other people. What, being kidnapped makes you see that they way you were living, arrogant and shallow, was wrong? Hmm?" Yuu said coldly. Miyuki felt tears start. "No! If I'm going to die, then I'm dragging the world with me." Miyuki shrieked. "I won't let that happen." Yuu said, throwing her over his shoulder. "Hand that over." a voice came. Yuu turned slowly. "Hand what over?" he asked politely. "The girl." a man said, wielding a very large gun. They were surrounded by men now, and a girl floated above them. "What? This?" Yuu asked, gesturing to Miyuki. "No, I'm afraid this is mine." he went on in mock sympathy. "Let me go." Miyuki hissed. "Shut it." Yuu hissed back. "Alright, gentlemen! Aim! ♥" the girl said, pointing at Miyuki and Yuu. "Fire! ♥" she squealed, turning in air. A stream of bullets were released from each gun, but Yuu was already in the air. He landed on a roof and dropped Miyuki. "You try to run again and I'll kill you." he snapped, jumping back down. Miyuki inched over to watch. Yuu pulled out a gun himself, a way-too-large-to-be-a-handgun-but-is gun. "After you," he said politely. Several started firing again. Screams were heard, and Yuu was distracted. One grazed his arm, and he snapped back to the fight. He was behind one faster then he could blink, slamming his gun into his head. And again, faster yet, behind another. They fired into the man, missing Yuu. "Wow, so sad." Yuu said, crossing himself. The men clicked their tongues. "Wait, boys! You can't get him with normal bullets." the girl said, pouting. "What? You're giving up? That wasn't even an adrenaline rush." Yuu said, unamused. "Shut your mouth! Gentlemen, go get the girl! I'll deal with him." she said, rolling her shoulders. Yuu's eyes narrowed.
"Are you ready, Ryou-kun?" the girl asked. "As always, Mika." Yuu answered. Oh-kay, apparently they knew each other. Miyuki watched in fascination as the girl pulled a scythe from thin air. Yuu tapped his gun twice, and a blade shot out of the barrel. Ah, not a gun. Just then, someone grabbed her foot. "Eh?" she said, turning. "Come here, girly." the man said, pulling her closer. "YUU!!!" Miyuki shrieked, then realized Yuu was gonna kill her anyways, so just shut it. Yuu glanced at her, and said,"Ugh." Miyuki blinked. "'Ugh'? Just 'Ugh'? No 'I'll save you Miyuki' or encouraging words?!" Miyuki snapped. "Shut UP. I'm busy here!" Yuu hissed. "Doing WHAT? Staring at some skimpy girl who has a scythe?!" Miyuki asked. "Hey! I'm not skimpy. All the female executives wear this!" Mika said defensively. Yuu clicked his tongue and launched himself at the girl. His blade slammed into her scythe as she blocked, and soon they were rapidly slashing at each other. "Physical attacks won't work, Ryou-kun!" Mika cheered. "Thanks for the tip." Yuu said, slashing the air. From the slash, black feathers shot out and surrounded her. "Oh, is this new? I've never seen it before. What's it do—" Mika started, before a feather floated past her shoulder. She winced, her shoulder slicing in half. Her arm fell to the ground. Miyuki closed her eyes, looking away. "That." Yuu said. "It'll wear off, don't worry. But for now, you're stuck. I'll be taking that girl back now." Yuu said, appearing before Miyuki. He scooped her up and jumped into the air. "Bye, Mika! It was fun." he said, and she growled. "WAIT, RYOU-KUN!!!" she screamed, slashing at the feathers with her scythe to no avail. "And now, Miyuki, we carry onward." he said, sighing. ". . .Wow. My Hero." Miyuki said sarcastically.
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