Yakuza | DISCONTINUED | 2023 VERSION AVAILABLE NOW

The Advent

Edited on April 23 2016, 2:43 PM

The rest of the scythe comes into solidification as she moves it over her head and grasps it with both hands. All seemed well until her limbs froze into place and a deep laugh was heard from the man.

"I commend you of your Zetsu, but I also have to point out that the flickering pattern it has taken on gives out numerous weak points." he stood and faced her, lightly touching the edge of the scythe blade.

"You're probably wondering why you find yourself immobile, now of all instances. Allow me to be of assistance. After the ultraviolet waves have been disabled and you were granted passage, the black smog was activated. You inhaled it, therefore putting microbes in your red blood cells. You already lost." he raised his palm to show a circle red button strapped around his hand. By any of his fingers, he could quickly do what he wants with it.

"You don't know me very well." Her pupil dilated as she stared him down, disintegrating the scythe as she grew sensitive over the microbes. Specifying them, she pressured them enough to break. A horrified expression was seen in Avery's face as she breaks free and morphed her hand, reaching for his heart. As she digs it out and throws it to a long forgotten place in the room, a sudden force shoved her to the ground and pinned her arms behind her, her legs also in place by two more which surely didn't belong to another female. Determination getting the best of her, she sighted her aviators at a corner of the room with her burning red eyes. Her new opponent was a male, but not an entirely bulky-looking one. Turning her head the other way, she saw a laser beam on top of a table and controlled it with her eyes, firing at the wrist of her captor. She felt the pressure loosen and took her chance to somersault back to an upright position. She spent no time to Conjure up a glaive and push him to the wall, about to end his life as well had he not said two words that froze Akira with shock.

"A Certain."

The red haired assassin's breathing grew steady as she maintains her hostile stance, eyes indecisivelly swimming with brown and red.

"You'll lose if you kill me." he turned his head to her and gave her a serious look. She was able to see his cosmic blue eyes and get a closer look at his copper colored hair. "Is that a challenge, stranger?"

"My bad, you don't even know who I am. Glad to meet you, Siren, I'm Ace."

"If you think I'll give you my name, you have another thing coming." the glaive became a mallet that she then used to hit him in the head with, making him fall to the ground but this time, unconscious. By now, the data she was getting must be close to finished. They were occupied enough to not notice the flash drive she put in the middle of her fight with this Ace character.

~*~

But who was he? Why was he so intent at buying time? Was it a scheme? Did he have something else up in his sleeve? How did he know that he was a Certain, and she was his Siren?

Why was he so mind-boggling, above anything else!?

Akira shoved her pillows across the room and clawed at her hair. As a result, things began to levitate, disintegrate, disappear, and reappear someplace in the room as she rolled around her bed. Confusion crushed her which only added to the hesitance and conflict she's been feeling inside. Someplace else, Illumi felt a wrong pang in his gut while he, too, shut himself in his room, but he was not yet in the place to understand what it wanted to tell him. Completely oblivious to Akira's pain he remains lonesome in the Estate, robotically conceding to his parents' every command while he does so.

"Young Madam Akira...?"

"Y-Yes?" she looked up from her bundle of pillows, even though she just faced the door as the same muffled voice spoke. "Madam Akane has asked for you to be present in dress fitting. They won't begin in the east wing without you, Young Madam."

"Understood." Akira got to it, quickly fixing her appearance before following the maid to the dressing room silently. Once they got there, the three women along with Amira have been left to their own devices, piles and piles of dresses neatly hung around the whole room. Amira grew cautious of herself and so did Akira, but their mother didn't seem to mind, "Glad you could make it, my dear. Let's begin." She lost herself within the dresses, and the ambiance grew more reluctant.

"Kira, I'm not going to question what has been going on with you ever since you got back." Voiced the elder sister, "But I will let you know that you're not fooling anyone because I know your situation only got worse... whatever it is."

"I never planned to fool you, nee-sama." She bravely replied, "But I know I can handle this on my own."

"...if you say so." Akira uncomfortably looked away slowly, but there was a small feeling in her heart that was grateful at how respectful her sister is. It was one of the many reasons she wanted to be like her when she's her age, even if their Nen more or less conflicts with each other naturally.

"What do you think, ladies?" Akane's voice filled their ears once more as the woman emerges from the lines of dresses. Now, both of them were equally aware of how... emboldened their mother is, so they made the best of it.

"Mother, I think you should get rid of the sleeves for a better view."

"A Greek goddess dress will suit you, Mom! Along with a slit at the side to show off a gold-rimmed shoe...?"

Akane was back in the dresses in no time, and behind her back, Amira and Akira fist-bumped with a wink. Of course, when Akane grew tired, it was their turn to have fun in the room, and came up with fitting dresses. For the first time, Akira felt truly exhilarated.