Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Light Meets Darkness ❯ Demon's Fury ( Chapter 13 )

Light Meets Darkness

Demon's Fury

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, and never will.

Warning: No new ones other than mentioned in earlier chapters.

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//He's fast…// Fighter thought to himself dispassionately as he took another swipe at Wut, the demon managing to once again move just a centimeter past the deadly reach of his bugnuks.

//Fast, but that's just about it// Fighter dropped down and spun backwards 180 degrees, the back of his leg swiping Wut's legs forward, the demon losing his balance. Fighter rose upward towards Wut's undefended back, carefully calculating the angling and force needed to dig the blades deep into the demon's heart.

Fighter did not anticipate Wut's move, and that lack of insight cost him dearly. As Wut fell backwards his arms reached behind to grab Fighter's wrist, the demon using Fighter's limb as leverage to flip upside down and over the brunette. Wut maintained his hold on Fighter's wrist even as he flipped over the man, his steady grip on Fighter's limb lifting the brunette man clear off of his feet. With a small grunt of effort Wut threw Fighter through the air and down the aisle, the brunette's back slamming hard into the wooden cross, the pieces shattering and falling around him in a broken and disgraced pile.

Fighter coughed softly from the harsh blow that had knocked the air out of his chest. He spat out the mouthful of blood, growling softly as he heaved himself to his feet, any scrapes and bruises on his body slowly beginning to heal within a matter of seconds.

With an angry roar Fighter rushed Wut and grabbed the lapels of his uniform, his momentum carrying both of them backwards. Fighter grasped Wut tightly and slammed the demon hard into a tall wood pillar. He smashed Wut once again into the firm column of wood, ignoring the dull crunch of wood breaking and the sharp cracks of skin as Wut's skull and body slammed repeatedly back into the pillar. Fighter pulled back his right hand and slammed the blades deep into Wut's chest.

Wut gagged damply as the blades sank in, a wet gush of blood spilling past his lips and trickling down his chin. Blood formed in a large dark circle around Fighter's claws, the brunette summarizing that he had pierced at least one of Wut's lungs as well as graze his spine.

Wut coughed harshly, the cold burn of the metal weapon consuming his senses, red eyes glazed over and face tight. "I-ii-it burns…" He gagged.

"So nice of you to notice." Fighter drawled, twisting the blades slightly within Wut's chest as he prepared to draw back for another strike.

Wut's eyes widened and blazed, a dark grin nearly splitting his face.

If Fighter had never been capable of feeling fear or revulsion, he was certainly experiencing it now as Wut's hand came up and grasped his hand, without a flinch suddenly jerking the blades out of his chest, the demon not blinking as blood gushed out of the open wound.

In a blur of motion Wut's hand clenched around the side of Fighter's head, the demon's other hand grasping the brunette's far shoulder. Wut threw his head back, red haze forming along the whites of his eyes, every single tip of his teeth sharpened to match a wolf's grin. Wut hissed as he darted forward, sinking his teeth into Fighter's in the area between Fighter's shoulder and neck.

Fighter screamed, the sound sharp and agonizing, his eyes wide from the sharp pain of teeth clenching deep into his skin and the bite of cruel fingers twisted among strands of his hair. He choked roughly as he was pulled up against Wut's chest, not finding the strength to move his limbs as Wut glutted on the red fluid that spilled out of the wound, Fighter clenching his teeth as he felt the sharp teeth dig into muscle.

Wut finally pulled away from the ragged wound, drawing in a ragged gasp of air. His lips, teeth, and the lower part of his face was painted red, thick strands of blood trickling down to disappear beneath the collar of his uniform. Wut chuckled softly, the sound somehow bordering along hysteria.

"So warm…" He whispered roughly into Fighter's ear, "Your blood is hot and burning, it feels as if every portion of my body is on fire." Wut dragged his damp tongue along Fighter's cheek, leaving behind a thin film of blood as he pressed his damp lips to Fighter's, the brunette choking against the bitter sharpness of the few trickles of blood that escaped past his lips. He jerked his head away from the demon, the pain that was burning throughout him fading to be replaced by a deep rage, "Get off of me!!!" He cursed, managing to lift his left fist and smash it along Wut's face.

Wut stumbled back a step, Fighter nearly falling on his butt from the sudden freedom from the demon's grip. He pressed a hand over his wound, trying to smother the small seed of panic that rose within his gut when his hand came back damp with fresh blood.

//Why hasn't it healed over?// Fighter's mind screamed in confusion.

Wut laughed, his shoulders shaking as he casually held a hand to his injured cheek even with there not being a visible mark upon his face. "So you've now realized your mistake in fighting me. Your healing abilities cannot save you from the poison in my fangs."

Fighter was sure that his heart skipped a beat.

Wut began to slowly stalk towards the brunette. "Can't you feel it inside of you?" He cooed playfully, "The slow burn spreading inside of your body, reaching and grasping with its little fingers? You feel as if you're burning up on the inside yet your body feel so cold on the outside." Slim fingers skimmed along Fighter's face. "Your vision is becoming hazy, you can't seem to focus properly. Your legs feel as if they can't hold your weight."

"Shut up-" Fighter ordered, stumbling backwards and away from the demon, holding one hand out in front of him to ward the demon away.

Wut grinned, continuing mercilessly, "My poison is very unique, little boy. It does not kill living tissue or heat up your bodily fluids. It sinks into the deepest corners of your heart, pulling up your darkest fears and the worst living and breathing nightmares."

Fighter collapsed to his knees, his arms wrapped tight around himself as deep convulsing shivers wracked his body, cold sweat falling from his body. His breath was ragged and hoarse, the brunette's eyes clenched tight and mouth set in a firm line.

"Oh? Did I forget to mention one little detail?" Wut said dramatically, tapping a sharp nail against the side of his red-painted mouth, "Ah yes, now I remember. While the poison mainly sinks deep into your heart and mind," The demon's human appearance slowly began to fade, red power brimming along his eyes, "It does a nasty little number on your body by making every bodily movement bring upon excruciating amounts of pain, slowly paralyzing you."

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Feuer nervously moved through the burning ruins of buildings, his hands moving to direct flames away from the humans trying to flee from the fire. Burning debris fell around him, the flames, wood, and stone not touching his skin as the broken pieces shattered upon the broken pavement.

His power flowed along his skin as he summoned up more flames, the crimson tendrils of fire curling and swimming around his right arm a mere inch above his skin. Feuer stretched his arm and extended his hand outward, allowing his powers to concentrate a small distance in front of him. Slowly the flames began to form a large canine creature made entirely of red fire, the beasts orange pupil-less eyes looking up at Feuer solemnly, the creature standing a good seven feet tall just at the shoulders, its rough tail curled slightly behind its body. Orange and yellow flames licked along its red fur, the wolf's mouth opening to reveal molten-red teeth that burned brightly, a soft roar of heat and flames spilling out of its gaping mouth.

"You know what to do. Just avoid harming any of the humans." Feuer advised, his cautious words heeded patiently by his beast, the creature leaping into a nearby intact building, shattering through the large window. The building immediately erupted into flames, large mushrooms of black smoke escaping from windows that slowly began to explode from the heat and pressure of the fire contained inside of the building's burning shell. Feuer could sense when the beast disappeared to await Feuer's next call, its job done for the moment. The man released a small breath of air, his control shaky since he had pushed his limit by having summoned his beast while also keeping the flames away from killing the last few remaining humans.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" A loud voice startled Feuer, the man turning to look at the Wind Master of Weiss, recognizing the man since Geist had once shown them pictures of both Weiss and Schwarz.

"I'm doing my job." Feuer offered complacently, knowing the risk he was facing. The only other element to rival fire other than water was wind. When manipulated properly wind could smother and choke out flames, or even throw them back at the one wielding the flames.

While Feuer could not be harmed by fire, it did not mean that he wanted a wall of flames thrown back at him. The blow would certainly knock the wind out of him.

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/He's a tough one/ Yohji thought to himself, silently observing the quiet man in front of him currently controlling the flames around them.

/I'll have to take him out quickly/ Yohji gathered his power into a small ball of intense pressure and threw it at the Master of the Red Flames, the Wind Master not surprised when Feuer retaliated by blocking the orb of wind by creating a wall of fire between them. To Yohji's surprise the wall immediately fell once the Wind Master's attack was destroyed, the fire-wielder's strawberry-blond hair hanging limp along his face as he struggled for air.

/He can't hold it for long. His powers can certainly be used for quick attacks and large blasts of intense power, but to hold that immense power intact and perfect for just so long, he can't do it. It's too much for him to handle/

"My, my…" Yohji jerked as strong arms encircled his shoulders, familiar strands of long green hair spilling across the front of his assassin attire, "You certainly have any easy time finding trouble, don't you, Yohji?" Dameon purred, delighting in having captured the blonde once again within his grasp.

"This isn't the time! Let me go-" A small trickle of Dameon's power wound its way into Yohji's chest, the power seeming to twist and curl itself around Yohji's heart, the Wind Master reacting to the small touch of power by falling limp within the man's grasp. The blonde grumbled faintly in annoyance, silently pissed out how easily his powers reacted to Dameon's since the man's beast was one that was the Master of the Air and the Wind. This meant that Yohji's powers would have no effect on the man, AND that Dameon could even control Yohji's powers if he wished to.

Dameon, for the moment pleased at Yohji's current state, held the blonde comfortably against the cradle of his body as he peered at Feuer. "You're a fool to waste your effort to allow the humans to escape unharmed." He said bluntly.

That comment seemed to surprise Feuer. "I don't want innocent people to die." He replied softly.

Dameon scoffed. "Humans, innocent. Your naivete is amazing. Humans are selfish, vain creatures that hold no grudge against hurting other creatures, even their own kind, when they desire some sort of materialistic item of worth. Filthy creatures." Dameon's silver gaze burned with buried hatred. "How I hate them."

"How can you pour so much negative emotion towards such creatures? Is it worth so much to cause yourself pain by keeping such hateful emotions burning inside of you?" Feuer asked, not understanding Dameon's immense hatred.

Dameon seemed to deflate slightly, his gaze somewhat sad now. "You're young, you have not seen the bitter reality of the world around you. I myself learned at a young age how cruel and heartless humans are.

"I was born within a human family. For some reason beyond my understanding, I was born not like my brothers and sisters, but as something else entirely. My parents hated and feared me. They locked me away from the sunlight, enclosing me within a cage, attaching shackles to every limb. I was lucky to receive anything other than the continuous beatings.

"But that time was by far the most gentle of my life. During one memorable beating I finally fought back, ripping out the throat of the man I once knew as 'Father'. I escaped away from the prison and from there straight into hell. I was ten years old at the time.

"Soon after that some other humans captured me. They sold my body to those who paid well. I was raped or beaten almost every night. They delighted in my screams and curses, calling me a beast and a freak. Those sick, vile creatures thought they were the superior beings compared to me.

"But I had my revenge. One night I finally tore out of my chains with my own teeth, finally releasing my beast to its full potential. At that time I was twelve years old.

"During the night as those human pigs slept I killed the leader of their group, throwing the remains of the man's body throughout the encampment, scaring the other frightened humans out of their tents. I herded them into a section of the encampment where they could not flee from my wrath. I killed them all, women and men, those who raped and beat me. Some I killed fast, others I took my time in treating them with the same pain and humiliation they had caused me. It took me perhaps a full day to kill thirty-one humans. I only spared five humans, the ones who pitied me enough to give me scraps of food or caused me no personal harm. I gave them my own gift, the gift of the beast. Through those five I slowly built my pack. To my surprise when the five humans finally embraced their beast, each one of them was different. One was a wolf, the other a serpent. Another was of the feline family, another was that of a bird. Finally the last one, the one that I made as my companion to stand by my side as my trusted servant and friend, turned into a dragon as well."

/The shapeshifter that had grabbed Ken and Omi. That's the one Dameon is talking about/ Yohji thought, remembering the individual who had called Dameon as his master and had taken care of both Omi and Ken during their brief time within Dameon's territory.

"So tell me, why shouldn't I hate the humans? Why shouldn't I distrust and despise them, after what they did to me?" Dameon demanded furiously.

Feuer frowned thoughtfully, visibly affected by Dameon's story. "It isn't fair to hate all humans. They're not all the same." Feuer drew in a deep unsteady breath, "I do agree that humans can be cruel and unforgiving. My own family was murdered by fanatics who called us monsters and freaks because we all had the ability to wield fire and create living creatures from the flame. But even with the pain that comes with the memories of how my family suffered, I have to remind myself that I have met individuals who were not human, who were more cruel and merciless than any humans could ever possibly be. Yes, I did hate the humans who took my family away. I wanted them to pay and suffer," Feuer placed his hands over his heart, "But to put so much hate into one or more people, the hate seemed to kill me on the inside. No matter how much the past hurt, I could not allow hate to blind me from the present and the future in front of me. To hate something so much…it's like you're not living…I wanted to die from the pain yet I didn't want to let go of the knowledge that if I died it would only please those that had murdered my family."

"So you care about humans?" Dameon growled.

"In a way. I care for those who love life and who wish to live for themselves and do the best they can for themselves and for those they love. However, I pity the people who are prejudice of who I am by gender, my sexuality, and my inner nature as a demon. I pity people who react with anger and physically harm towards something they don't understand or fear." Feuer sighed, his heart heavy from his honest words, "No matter how much you despise humans, in a sense you needed them in order to create your pack of shapeshifters. Essentially humans are born with a beast inside of them, but the individuals decide if the beast will live in a state of eternal sleep, if it will flourish, or if the beast will rot, lose its mind, and die within them."

Feuer drew up the deepest reaches of his courage. "Answer one question for me. If the man in your arms was a human, would you embrace him as you do now?"

The words brought upon a heavy silence that Yohji felt as if he could choke on it. He could feel Dameon's body shaking ever so slightly, though he wasn't sure if the man was shaking in anger or confusion. The Wind Master wasn't sure of what he could do to help ease whatever thoughts were going through Dameon's head.

"Don't make me choose…" Yohji started with surprise when he heard Dameon's voice plead softly, the long-haired man burying his face against the crook of the Wind Master's neck.

/Dameon…/ Yohji gasped softly as the man seemed to try to wrap himself completely around his body, the taller man's hands clutching at the Wind Master's shoulders. /He's so afraid and alone…If I was to step away, he would surely break/ Yohji managed to twist his arms loose and laid his hands on top of Dameon's. His next words sealed his future, a future he willing walked. "I won't leave you, Dameon."

/I can't leave him, now that he has bared his heart/

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"Hit the deck!!!" Omi shouted, belly-flopping onto the ground as he barely avoided an arsenal of large ice spears that sailed over him.

"Damn that frigid-assed demon!" Schuldich cursed from the car he was hiding behind, ducking his head to avoid a fresh onslaught of ice that tore deep gouges into the driver's side door.

Aya waited until Winter was focused on the other assassins, running out from the safety of the store he had been hidden within. He ran parallel to Winter with a good seventy feet between them, gathering his strength and hurling his sword through the air straight for Winter's heart.

Imagine Aya's surprise when Winter merely caught the weapon by the hilt, the tip of the blade directly over his heart. In retaliation Winter threw the sword back at Aya, the Shadow Maker forced to roll out of the way as his katana was buried deep into the pavement. By sheer coincidence Aya rolled until he came up next to where Crawford was crouched behind an upturned truck, the precog immediately pulling the redhead against him and out of danger as a large blast of ice rocked their beaten shield.

Omi yelped as a large number of ice spears crashed into the ground around him, the tough pillars creating a cage of ice around him almost eight feet in height. Nagi immediately used his powers in an effort to free the Tamer, although his concentration was repeatedly broken as a large blast of frigid air slammed into him, the telekinetic's limbs growing increasingly numb from the cold.

"What do we do?!" Aya yelled over the roar of icy blasts, voice slightly muffled from being pressed up against the fold of Crawford's suit. His teeth chattered softly as Crawford held him to his chest in an effort to share body heat from the sudden drop in temperature. "He tore holes in my shadows and froze the rest of them in place!" Aya looked up at the mournful statues of ice that encased his loyal shadows, the darkness seeming to quiver in frustration within its confinement.

Crawford scowled, biting his lip against the frigid cold. He did not want to admit to the sour situation that they were in, especially since Farfarello had separated from the group earlier in order to search for Ken in an entirely different section of the city. The precog's bullets had been turned to ice at the beginning of their confrontation with Winter, the ice demon hardly blinking when he had summoned his power, his long silver-blue hair creating an ethereal halo around him as he began to freeze the area around them.

Schuldich's curses increased as the area around them began to be covered completely in ice, losing his balance and falling onto his ass from the slickness of the frigid ice beneath him. "What's the point of being a shapeshifter if I can't fucking get a handhold on anything so I can rush the blue-haired ice princess!?" Aya was moderately impressed when a large amount of white-blue ice crystals was dropped on top of the telepath's head, the ice demon seeming to not appreciate the last comment.

"Well hello to you too!" Schuldich yelled at Winter.

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Blut was not amused. He scowled down from the rooftop as he observed Feuer leading the Wind Master and the dragon shapeshifter in the direction where Winter was dealing with the others. Damn that fire-wielder for his sympathetic heart!

He would pay for his insolence.

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Feuer screamed as the red flash of power tore across the front of his body, a large cut opening across his chest from Blut's attack. The man collapsed onto the ground, clutching at the painful wound. Blut leapt from his post upon the building and landed in front of the three men, glaring down at the wounded demon. "You traitorous slut. I should have expected something like this from you." Feuer gritted his teeth as he glared at the demon, not offering any words of denial.

"Back off!" Yohji yelled, throwing his arm in the direction of Feuer's attacker, blades of air passing over the fallen demon and rushing towards the one that was standing. Blut moved and avoided the attacks effortlessly, raising and pointing his hand in the direction of the Wind Master. "Fool, I am beyond you." The red cloth flowed out from beneath his skin and rushed towards the Wind Master in one huge moving knot, slamming hard into the man's chest.

Yohji yelled in pain as the attack hit him and threw him back through the air. The pain did its job in blocking his concentration in trying to focus his power to cushion his landing. The Wind Master clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable pain of crashing hard into the wall behind him with various pipes sticking out.

To his surprise his back met the front of a warm body before he was slammed hard into an unyielding surface. Yohji fell forward crying out in surprise when Dameon collapsed onto his back, forcing the blond onto the ground thankfully free of glass of broken wood. "Dameon!!" Yohji gasped.

"Stay the hell down." Dameon hissed, his face buried against Yohji's nape, arms shielding the blonde's head.

Yohji felt a tendril of panic stir within him as blood fell steadily on the ground next to his right hand. "Why.." He sobbed, hating how the man had risked injury to save him, just like his lover, Asuka, had done, yet paid for her love with her life.

"Idiot." Dameon laughed painfully, silently annoyed at the piece of pipe buried deep within his back, the sharp pain a nuisance and enough of a problem to keep him down long enough for Blut to deal with the injured Feuer.

Feuer glanced up defiantly as Blut neared, slowly wishing his wound would heal faster, the wound hindering him from maintaining enough of his balance to rise to his feet. He desperately tried to summon up fire, even the smallest tendril of flames, but he merely collapsed onto his hands and knees from the wasted effort, having momentarily lost the ability to use his powers from the earlier strain.

/…Winter…../ He thought painfully, unable to smother the silent plea for the presence of his tall lover.

Blut smirked down at the injured demon, raising his hand to deliver the final blow that would easily kill the injured fire wielder.

*CRACK*

Feuer winced at the harsh crack of bones shattering, silently waiting for the pain to overwhelm him. When no sensation like that arose Feuer glanced up, looking at his attacker.

Blut stared down incomprehensibly at the ice spear sticking out of his chest, the weapon thicker than his forearm with sharp hooks on both ends, preventing the demon from pulling out the weapon that impaled him. He gasped dryly, hands clutching shakily to the spear, body shaking from the intense cold that was slowly growing inside of him.

"How dare you…" Winter snarled, coming up from behind the demon, skin glowing alabaster white from the rage that seethed beneath his skin. The ice demon cruelly grasped the spear, holding the struggling demon in place. "You just sealed your fate by touching my lover."

Winter's power used the ice spear as a focus, extending deep into Blut's chest. Thick crystals of ice began to form within and outside of Blut's body, Winter's power slowly encasing him in ice. Blut's eyes were wide in denial yet his rage was evident. "Fool…he'll kill…you all."

Winter's eyes narrowed at the threat of Wut's wrath. He ignored Blut's enraged curses, standing still until Blut was entombed in ice. With no shred of mercy Winter lifted his fist and brought it down to smash against the end of the ice spear sticking out from the statue's chest. With inevitable slowness the statue shattered into dozens of pieces, the demon's death swift yet hardly clean.

Winter resisted the urge to spit upon Blut's remains, holding back that desire as he knelt down in front of his lover, hands soothing the remaining aches from Feuer's wound. The smaller man whimpered softly from the pain, wrapping his arms hesitantly around Winter's neck, wincing as the ice demon carefully gathered him and lifted him into his arms. Winter carefully cradled his lover against him, whispered soft soothing words in order to comfort Feuer's still healing wound. The ice demon glanced back to see Crawford and the other assassins having finally caught up with him when he had suddenly abandoned his attack on them in order to save his lover. Turning back the ice demon watched calmly as Dameon instructed Yohji to pull the pipe out of his back. The shapeshifter emitted hissing curses when the Wind Master finally pulled the metal out of his back, the long-haired man truthfully annoyed by the stinging wound that would take at least half an hour to heal over completely without a lasting mark.

Winter couldn't help but release a small sigh of frustration. Well, it looks like they had a lot of explaining to do.

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Wut hissed softly in annoyance when he sensed his brother's life flicker and dim. The little fool. It was just like the younger demon to think he could handle things on his own. He had paid for his stupidity with his life.

Casting the inconvenience aside Wut returned his attention to the matter at hand, mainly the man in front of him struggling to stay conscious. The man was indeed strong, having resisted the poison's effects for so long. His legs were noticeably shaking, though, so there were at best two minutes before his legs gave out on him.

Wut grinned maniacally. Oh yes, this one would be absolutely delicious.

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:Not this…not now…: Fighter cursed, feeling his control weaken, the brunette's voice echoing around Ken. The Child whimpered softly near Heart, the taller man bending down and trying to soothe the boy's small sobs of fright.

"Fighter! What's wrong!!" Ken demanded, looking up into the cloudless empty void above him, not understanding what was wrong, since he was unable to see how Fighter was faring.

:Forgive me…: Fighter whispered in defeat, his one greatest fear smothering the man and pulling him back into Ken's mind, leaving the empath to his only option.

Return to the waking world to fight a hopeless battle against Wut.

Fighter's one true fear had finally come true…

The fear of failing Ken and leaving the empath to fight his battle alone.

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Ken's legs gave out beneath him and he collapsed onto his knees, the shock of being pulled out of his mind nearly causing him to vomit from the extreme mental and physical jolt.

:Oh gods…: Ken moaned silently, fierce pain burning through his body. He laid his hand over the damp wound over his shoulder, slightly thankful that the blood-flow appeared to be slowing down.

Wut cackled viciously, realizing who it was he was now facing. "Ahh, so the little empath returns to the living." He purred, slowly stalking towards the weakened brunette.

:Don't you dare underestimate me: Ken growled silently, clenching his right hand a second before he thrust upwards with the sharp blades of his bugnuks, aiming for Wut's throat.

The attack was useless. As if Ken were moving in slow motion Wut merely caught the empath's wrist, grinding the fragile bones within the brunette's wrist while raising an eyebrow lifted in wry humor at the kneeling man's actions. Wut nearly tore the weapon off of Ken's hand, the empath choking back a sharp scream as he felt the bones of his wrist snap beneath the hard jerk of his weapon being torn off. Wut tossed the mangled weapon over his shoulder, slowly continuing to close in on the injured man.

Ken tried to focus past the pain, tucking his broken wrist against his chest, finding himself trying to back away from the demon slowly closing in.

:This is it…: Ken groaned as Wut smiled down at him triumphantly, raising a hand over his hand to deliver the final fatal strike.

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Author's note: Don't any of you dare complain about the cliffhanger! Be thankful you got this chapter! The writer's block is terrible!!!! Any complaints and I'll have Wut have his way with Ken!!!

Stress? Me? Noooooooooooooooo……

'Ashes, Ashes' third chapter is in the works, and I have wonderful insight and encouragement in 'A Tale of Two Chibis'. ^___^ Much love to those who have encouraged me and offered support!! ^____^ I give to all of you who review and enjoy my fics a 'Matsumo' plushie. Cute and a wonderful cuddler. Be warned, though, the Auge plushie might get a little jealous of the attention and may try to steal back his little 'Moon Child'. If any of you don't understand that meaning, then read 'Dark Lover, Soul Taker', and you'll get it then. ^________^