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Wails of udder anguish filled the cold night air, echoing and twisting in the moonlight as the lone girl stood in a park. Her palms covered her eyes as she cried out in pure, unfiltered pain that shot through her body. Surely people would come and she would have to flee, for if she didn’t they would face severe consequences they couldn’t possibly imagine. Gripping onto fine cerulean locks, the female arched her back as she screamed up into the night air and leaving a whisper of her crystallized breath to fade in the air.

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—{♞}The night air is silent. Trees close in around the path she's walking, indeterminable the direction in the darkness. The weapon in her right hand is quiet now, whispering corroboration to fill the silence. Its constant chatter is her only company, and Sakura finds comfort in it.

A scream breaks the still.

Birds fly abruptly from their trees, and it echoes throughout the forest. Sakura raises her head, and the spear roars to life in her hands. A defense mechanism, she turns her head quickly, in the direction of the abrupt noise, kicking her feet up and running towards it as fast as her legs can carry her. It's a familiar sound, an unwanted reminder. A female voice, it sounds like

"Yui..."

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He sighs as a shadow-sheathe suddenly materializes at his waist for him to rest his blade for the time-being. If she wants to actually talk peacefully, then he is fine with that. Even if her weapon is something of a concern in a multitude of ways…though it was doubtful that such would be an issue for him at this moment.

"You seem to misunderstand me. I am fine with a simple conversation, girl, but I must ask that you follow the same terms. Discard your weapon as I have sheathed mine, it is as simple as that…" He shrugs with blunt indifference towards the girl. "If you want to accuse me of lies and slander, go right ahead. I really have no reason to deceive you. Though, I wonder if you can say the same… But, first things first. What is your name?"

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—{♞}Sakura drops the weapon to her side, grasping it as it slips from her fingertips with the weight. The way he is speaking is seriously old-fashioned and heavy-handed, she thinks with an inner eye roll. Spirit World Warriors can be so obtuse. Sometimes, she wonders why she ever strives to be one. To be strong enough to avenge her sister's death? To not have to rely on others?

She doesn't give herself an answer.

"Haruna Satou."

It's the name she has given herself. A common,undetectable one if ever under someone's radar. She doesn't expect Mirai to not recognize her, but in the position she's in, an aliases would be better than her real name. To tarnish her family's name further would be degrading.

"I doubt that. I have other business to attend to, if you'll excuse me." The girl says quietly, turning back to the direction she's heading. The spear aches for more power in her hand, bell clattering against her clavicle as she walks.

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Looking at the girl, she sighed and nudged her head towards the direction of the school, “Just come with me and I’ll show you the way.”

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—{♞}Nodding in response, Sakura pushed her schoolbag, the one she brought for the disguise, from the crook of her elbow to her shoulder.

"Thank you." The brunette pauses, eyes cascading to the ground. "My name is Haruna Satou. I'm new."

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Akihito remained quiet for a few minutes, save for the soft clearing of his rather parched throat. Perhaps he was getting sick due to the coldness? The seasons were changing after all, and he didn’t exactly dress for it. Sighing, he gave a light smile, head bowing as he put his hands in his pockets in an attempt to warm them.

"Good evening," the blond greeted, chuckling. "It’s gotten quite cold, hasn’t it?"

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—{♞}Goosebumps rose on pale legs, pricking her skin as she tucked her hands into the sleeves of her coat. It was times like these that Sakura wanted to pack up and go back home, but she knew very well it was hardly a possibility.

Her head raised to the sound of a voice, raising higher to meet the somewhat familiar face. The second time they had met, she had woken up in his bed. He was, decidedly strange in his habits despite his friendly outward appearance. She could tell by first glance. With so many people in this town and too many close together encounters, she has to be suspicious.

"You're following me."

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—{♞}"Can you lead me the way to Nagatsuki High? I'm a bit lost..." The girl sniffs, eyes looking to everywhere but the face she's speaking to.

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Icy cyan orbs penetrate the soaked landscape, carefully observing the girl as she hunts her prey with the aid of the ‘mysterious’ spear in her possession. Although they did not recognize the weapon itself, the aura about it was all too familiar. However, it was obviously overwhelming in comparison to the girl’s own meeker presence. So, it was no wonder that she relied solely on what the blade could do rather than on her own abilities.

As she finishes off the creature and absorbs its energy into the weapon, the owner of the observing eyes goes further down the main road leading back to the moonlit town beyond the makeshift hunting grounds. And rather than repel the drops cascading from on high with something as mundane as an umbrella, he surrounds himself with a shadowy dome-like barrier that seems to devour each drop as it penetrates its umbral shell. Hopefully, this of all things would catch the mystery girl’s attention…

A few minutes later, she finally shows herself before the observer, who bows slightly upon her arrival.

"Evening. I was wondering if you are in the mood to talk. Or perhaps you are still too fired up for words and would prefer a duel?" With a flick of his hand, a pitch-black curved blade with a slim division in its center appears in his hand, seething with as ominous of an aura as its wielder and perhaps even rivaling that of the girl’s own weapon. "I personally would like to know more about who supplied you with that weapon…and furthermore why you are so desperate to allow it to consume you."

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—{♞}The girl's feet pivot, face impossibly stony when she raises her head from the ground to look at the speaker. Her heart rate picks up its feet, pounding impossibly fast in the cavity of her chest. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He didn't-. The man didn't show her what to do in such a confrontation, only swayed with a few parting words and a tempting motive.

R E V E N G E

She can hear the bell screaming a warning.

"Stop." Sakura says, straightforward as she thrusts the sharp end of the weapon forward, threatening. She doesn't want to attack him, know she could never take him on like Mirai could, but she shows her best fact forward.

Besides, people who provoke others could hardly be confident of their own abilities. They need a reminder of the power they hold, even if it means challenging a young girl. Fuchsia irises flicker downward towards his hand before raising back to his face, locking her eyes to meet his.

"Stop trying to scare me. It's not working. If you're trying to get information out of me by threatening me, then you're a coward. You could have just asked." Looking into the sky above her, she shakes her head and kicks at the dirt. Allow it to consume you. "Besides, feeding me lies isn't going to do you any good."

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—{♞}тнιѕ ιѕ σηє σƒ тнє вєℓℓ'ѕ мємσяιєѕ.

тнє вєℓℓ яємємвєяѕ тнє ¢σσℓ αιя ¢αѕ¢α∂ιηﻭ ∂σωη ιт'ѕ тнιη єη¢αѕιηﻭ σƒ мєтαℓ, ѕєη∂ιηﻭ ѕнινєяѕ αѕ ιт'ѕ ¢нαιη ƒℓυттєяѕ ιη тнє ωιη∂, α тιηкℓιηﻭ ℓαυﻭнтєя єѕ¢αριηﻭ ιт.

Sakura's heel's dig into the ground as she presses harder into the blade she wields, extended in front of her as far as her underdeveloped arms can reach. She's shaking despite the easy slicing of the blade under her palms. The air is chilly against the back of her bare legs, the night having fallen down on the indigo sky.

A small grunt makes it's way past her lips with a final shove of her blade through the beast's abdomen, letting it explode in a shower of light, the blade reflecting the sparks as she lets the stainless tip fall to the ground.

The brunette can feel the power of it charging through her fingertips, readjusts her grasp as it leaves them numb. Pushing back her hair from her face, she turns on her heel to retreat back into the woods.

I'm coming home.

Rain dots her skin, pitter patters against the cold, dirt ground. It drips off her face, leaving her open mouth full with its cleansing. Drops run down the face of her blade as if trying to see who can go faster, who is stronger than the other to reach safety on ground.

тнє вєℓℓ ωєєρѕ ιη ѕσяяσω.

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"Sa…kura?" Akihito blinked, looking at her as she was right there. But why did she come? "Sakura… You wont find Kuriyama-san here…" He said with a sigh, crossing his arms as he blocked the front entrance.

"And you’re not coming in. I don’t want you messing up my apartment. Do i make myself clear?"

"So… Sakura. Why are you here?"

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—{♞}Really, she should have expected this.

"That's fine."

Mirai isn't the type of girl to spend the night at a boy's house. Too falsely pure to portray herself as anything else. Fuschia optics stare blankly at the speaking door, spear still unsheathed and lethally sharp.

She really doesn't have time for small talk, nor the complicated details of Kuriyama's location. Besides, confronting her upright did little to nothing the first time. As if it were a viable option. This time, she would let the girl come to her, by any means possible.

"Open the door." Sakura tries again, voice as cold as ice.

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Akihito yawned as his eyes slowly opened, looking up at the ceiling. “Hmm…” Another school day for him… great. The blonde got himself out of bed, yawning a bit as he looked at the time. The alarm clock was flashing in red. ‘6:00AM’

"…" Even though sometimes he hated waking up in the morning… He had to do it. Its not like no one else is going to show up, telling him to get up and be ready for school. "I could even just sleep in and no one will tell me what to do… I do live alone in this apartment…" The half-youmu muttered to himself as he started to change into his school clothes before walking over to the kitchen, preparing his breakfast. As he was doing that, he heard a sound of a door bell ringing. "Hm…?" He raised an eyebrow as he stopped putting the ingreidents he needed on the table. "Who could that be…" He said as he walked over to the front door, unlocking it first before opening it. "Hello?"

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—{♞}Keep to yourself and you won't get hurt.

When setting out on this journey,searching for nothing more than repentance and closure, Sakura knew this well. It was a must in her mind, a strategic set of rules and regulations she was to follow if she wanted to survive. No, she was not as strong as she portrayed to think of herself as, rather a wolf in sheep's clothing in that respect, and yes, she knew she had some sort of limit. But until that limit started showing itself, it was hardly a concern.

She had broken her number one cardinal rule before the first time she struck. A true test to that plan had resulted in failure. Killing Mirai Kuriyama had been proven more difficult than the brunette had anticipated. If she was going to do this in half of the time, she was going to have to take drastic measures.

Posing her wrist over the door, Sakura knocked a formal thrice, lowering her hand to grip the other end of the spear, fixing from where it was dipping from the uneven distribution of weight. To get to Mirai Kuriyama, she was going to half to get there through collateral damage.

A voice answered her calling.

"Open the door."

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