HAHAHA WE'RE SORRY BUT NOT REALLY THIS ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE! (and for you new readers, us two authors posted a prank chapter saying we were discontinuing this story)

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The room turned cold as a dark aura enveloped both Irina and Nagisa.

"I. Don't. Care. If. You. Kill. People." She said, punctuating her words. "I want my son back. Right. Now." The force of her words could kill somebody, a sharp knife that lodged in their throats.

"Sorry, but customer service is closed for today." He replied, his teeth shining as the thick oozing blood formed into a Koshirae, a blade that Irina recognized that sat on the walls of one of her targets mansions. She stared with wide eyes as the tentacles finished their transformation, and she couldn't help but be surprised. Controlling a person after death was surprising enough, creating weapons out of nowhere was crossing the line of reality and into some fantasy television show.

Taking out her own knife, Irina watched as Karasuma laid Karma against the wall, bringing several of his hidden weapons into play, including his gun and a long dagger. Karma realized just how prepared they had come compared to him, cursing himself for not bringing any more weapons.

Nagisa didn't seem to realize how serious the situation was at hand, smiling right back at them. It began to dawn on Karma that Nagisa was ignoring him, and although Karma held onto the feeble hope that Nagisa still cared for him, he knew it was a mere illusion and the more likelihood was that Nagisa wasn't going to waste his time on somebody in his state.

He obviously hadn't recovered nearly enough for a fight, but he could at least muster a few words.

"W-" He coughed. "Wait. Nagisa! Please..." He managed a few frail syllables that formed even more delicate words, the sounds tripping out of his mouth clumsily.

Nagisa's eyes filled with light for a moment as he dropped his stance by the slightest millimeter.

"Karma..." Nagisa looked right at his lover before he began a coughing fit which somehow ended up evolving into a fit of villainous laughter, his shoulders shaking as his eyes gleamed hungrily.

And that was when the gates of the underworld roared open, an angry mass of pure hell escaping from its prison.

The dark aura increased around Nagisa, the air becoming as thick as the blood he shed.

"Aww, such a shame. Poor Karma can't accept death without some cheesy cliche ending, now can he?" Nagisa's smirk widened, and that's when several dark globules flew past Karma. He watched as Karasuma was slammed in the chest, Irina was grazed along her cheekbone, little pricks of blood gathering as it beaded and dripped down her cheek, and Misui was completely and thoroughly stabbed in the thigh. A small blob hit him along his throat, and he felt as if something was building in his trachea, his voice feeling empty as his tongue moved across the top of his mouth.

Irina didn't even bother reaching up to touch the fresh wound and blood, and she certainly wasn't going to allow Nagisa another round of shots, taking the first swipe for his sensitive scales. He dodged it by a hair, his eyes never leaving Irina's as Karasuma appeared behind him, his black tie swinging with his movements. Attempting to trip him, Nagisa foresaw the attempt and repositioned his blade, striking it down, forcing Karasuma to stop his offensive maneuver unless he wanted to be stabbed in the leg.

The blade cut through the ground, the wretched noise like nails on a chalkboard, and Nagisa removed the weapon as Irina attempted to slash down with her knife. Nagisa grabbed her wrist and twisted it painfully, forcing her to release her hold on it, the weapon clanging on impact as she was kicked in the stomach.

Irina backtracked some, clutching her abdomen as she struggled not to throw up her breakfast, her breaths heavy and her lips pursed. Nagisa turned back to Karasuma, blocking his lethal attacks as Karasuma tried to discreetly shoot his gun. He was left surprised as the top of his pistol was chopped off, along with his own blade thrown across the room. Karasuma winced at his sudden disadvantage, (even more so than before), and evaded another attack aimed for his chest.

Karma tried to scream for them to stop, watching his parental figures attacking their son and the love of his life was something he never wanted to see, but nothing except for air was able to escape his lips. He continued to try and find his voice, but it was as though someone had pressed the mute button on his life.

Karasuma parried another strike that was sent towards him, his body adjusting to the quick attacks. The adrenaline kicked in, allowing him to avoid the onslaught that Nagisa was forcing upon him. Irina, despite the pain, joined back into the fray, grabbing up Karasuma's abandoned dagger and aiming for Nagisa's head. Nagisa pivoted to the right, not bothering to deal with the blonde as he adapted around her battle techniques.

Nagisa was starting to get aggravated. Dealing blows to Karasuma while dodging Irina's hasty attacks was starting to really get on his nerves, making the whole process even more tiring. She swung the long blade, Nagisa ducking as to not be beheaded when he abruptly swung his leg from under Karasuma, the older man faltering as he stumbled to get back into position.

Perfect.

Karasuma was mentally prepared for Nagisa to attack him, and he was ready for Nagisa to finish him off with one of his new tactics. With Irina left behind Nagisa, she was left to deal with him, and hopefully she could take him out and remove his tentacles.

Only to be left surprised when Nagisa rotated on the spot instantaneously, not able to do anything as Nagisa's blade bled back onto his fist like a boxing glove, a roundhouse punch battered along her jaw. She was sent reeling for the second time, and she instinctively pulled her hand up to the blow. Despite the searing ache, she still managed to clench her jaw. Karasuma tried to stop the bluenette from doing further damage to the blonde, but he was too late.

The sword was reformed, and he brandished his weapon down onto the cold tile, the dark liquid seeping down the smooth white squares as it reached the poor woman. It reached up her leg, swallowing the pure skin as she choked in pain, blood filing out of her mouth. She stared at her son before her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the black substance crawling up her curved body slowly, like leaves slowly drying before shriveling up into themselves.

Karma stared with wide eyes, his voice still mute as he crawled his way up to his supposed 'future mother-in-law'. Looking at her, he grabbed her blackened hand as her blonde hair fell in waves around her. He felt empty. No sorrow, no rage, just constant blankness. He honestly thought that if something like this were to happen, the pain would burrow themselves into him, burning the memory into his mind for him to lug around for the rest of his life.

But staring at her, he couldn't feel the tears that wanted to come out, he couldn't feel the way her hand felt limp. She was dead. And Karma knew that.

Red liquid slithered its way out of her mouth, the black entering in exchange. Life for death.

Nagisa just shrugged at their 'over dramatization'. "She was going to die at some point anyways, might as well have her killed when she's pretty and everyone still cares for her."

Karasuma stuttered to life just in time to evade another attack directed to him. He suddenly gained twenty years of age, wounds quickly building up on his body from Nagisa's brutal assaults.

Misui, who had remained impossibly still during the entirety of the fight, slowly got to her knees. After getting the wound to her left thigh, she was forced to lie down to release the pressure she was putting on her leg. Shaking, she slowly maneuvered her way to Irina's side, gently prying the knife in her hand from her fingers. Her hands trembled as she held the handle tainted by the black blood, coating her fingers in the goopy solution.

She gripped it tightly, quietly hobbling over to the abandoned knife that Irina had originally used. The fight had continued several feet down, but even so, Misui had to swallow her fear of getting caught in the fray and hardened her resolve. Grabbing the second knife, she looked over as melancholy filled her heart, Karasuma's arm split by the now-reddened blade.

Looking back, she watched as Karma huddled over Irina's dead body, his lips moving without a sound. His eyes were black without emotion, and yet they looked to have desensitized. Steeling herself, the young brunette stood up on shaky legs, moving forwards despite the pain.

Nagisa's back was turned to her, and her heart drummed in her ears, her eyes wide as she forced herself to move.

"Ugh!" Nagisa said, the breath knocked out of him. He struggled, Misui's legs wrapped around his waist and her arms tightly encasing his neck, strangling him as he strained to breathe. The blades of the uneven-shaped knives carved into Nagisa's scales, sending waves of pain up and down his body. Just because the scales protected Nagisa from being stabbed in the larynx, that didn't mean he was immune to lack of oxygen or cut wounds.

Misui let out a cry of pain as his blade stabbed her in the back, her wound on her leg opening as it bled down and onto the floor. She clenched her jaw as he rammed her into the wall, her hold slipping for a millisecond before she regained her composure.

"Let... Me.. GO!" He said, his face turning pink from lack of oxygen as he struggled to speak. Misui's eyes leaked tears from the pain. She grit her teeth painfully, her molars aching. She breathed in as the scuffle continued, her legs growing numb. She ran the knifes over his neck more deeply, cutting into the scales.

"No!" She screamed, the pain overwhelming her, her objective shrieking at her to not let go. She was going to stay put, if that meant having to be hospitalized afterwards, then so be it.

A humorless laugh escaped Nagisa's lips as he fell backwards, his elbow jabbing into her stomach as a large breath escaped her from impact. She struggled to breathe under Nagisa's weight, her lungs hurting from the normal breaths.

"I'll kill you!" He said between clenched teeth, picking his weight up slightly, just to ram her back onto the chilly ground. Her lungs ached, her leg throbbed painfully, and her back burned like the devil, but she couldn't help herself. She grinned, the first time for a while. Her fiancé was always telling her that she had a dark side behind that nervous attitude, but she didn't believe her until now.

"THEN YOU'RE GOING DOWN WITH ME!" She said, her words forceful as a hawk and weak from exhaustion and lack of air. Closing her eyes, she let Nagisa throw her around, her body heavy like cement as she tightened her grip even more, puncturing the knives she had in her hands into the younger boy's shoulder blades. Nagisa yelped in pain, growling, rage clear in his eyes as he reached behind him, grabbing Misui's shirt and throwing her onto the ground.

Her head hit the floor as stars appeared in her vision, Nagisa coughing up blood as he stared her down. "Oh, I'm gonna kill you in the most painful way possible, little birdy, you'll be wri-"

WHAM.

Nagisa stepped back several steps, clutching his head painfully. A groan escaped his lips, and after removing his hand, she couldn't understand why he wasn't unconscious. The entire left side of his face was bruising already, his eye red. Looking at the offending weapon, she couldn't help but blink in confusion with the 'make way for ducklings' sign, held by yours truly, Akabane Karma. The serious look on his face, added with the way his arm was still bloated, didn't help the irony.

He leaned in next to Misui, his voice soft and still partially muted, "Think you can strangle him again for me?" He said nonchalantly, and she blinked again.

"Maybe." She muttered, clutching her head, feeling woozy from the amount of hits and blood loss she accumulated.

Nagisa barked in laughter, clutching his sides. "As if you guys can even do anyth-"

WHAM.

"COULD YOU STOP HITTING ME!?"

Karma shrugged, his face blank, though he still winced from the pain of his broken arm and ribs, his concussion starting to wear him down. "Not really." He gave Misui a sidelong glance, and it registered he was stalling for her.

Looking behind her, she saw Karasuma tending to Irina, dragging a dead Shiro behind him.

Gulping, she watched as Nagisa moved towards their direction, swinging at Karma and cutting the sign in half. He raised an eyebrow, and Misui swore she saw something deeper behind that mischievousness in his eyes. He was scared.

For Nagisa.

Growling under her breath, she ignored the pain and took a different approach. He had obviously heard them, and there was no way he was just going to leave his back unarmed. That is, aside from the daggers protruding from his back.

I'm gonna kill you in the most painful way possible, little birdy...

The only way to take him down was in one scoop. She looked up, noticing the lights that hung down from the smooth ceiling. She always remembered that they could hold several people's weight, despite being so thin and close to the ground. Apparently, that way the lights wouldn't kill somebody in case of earthquakes.

Looking down at her leg, she cursed. This was going to hurt like a bitch.

With a small running start, she jumped off of Karma's back and pulled herself on the platform-like light, wrapping her legs around it as she hung upside-down. Oh, did it hurt. Karma stared at her in surprise, and Nagisa, not aware what she was up to, took this as a moment to turn the tides into his favor. Karma blocked Nagisa's attack with his sign, but it was then that Nagisa used the triangle choke method, bringing back memories for Karma.

Suddenly realizing what Misui wanted, Karma brought Nagisa up, despite the pain from his disabilities. Misui reached down as far as her small body could go, Karma giving Nagisa a boost as she wrapped her frail arms around Nagisa's middle, the bluenette yelping at the change of scenery as he was forced upside-down, Misui hugging his middle as her face was buried uncomfortably into the boy's stomach, Nagisa wrapping his legs around Misui's neck for leverage and to choke the life out of her.

Karma stood face-to-face with Nagisa, him struggling to be let free. "You know, Nagisa?" Karma started, his eyes shining when staring back at Nagisa's fury-filled eyes. "I really wanted to punch Kayano-chan in the face when you did this to her."

Karma stole forward, their lips connecting as Nagisa's face struggled against him. The hits started to rack up, and at forty-three Nagisa stopped squirming, a pitiful whimper escaping him as he released his grip on Misui, slipping lower as Karma refused to let go of him. Misui, taking the needle filled with a clear substance from Karma, (who was still taking advantage of poor Nagisa), placed the needle along Nagisa's artery along his left wrist, pushing down on the tab to release the antidote.

The two, knowing that it would take about a minute to take into effect, sat there. Karma could barely stand, and the only reason he was so that he could make out with his lover, and Nagisa was like jelly, completely exhausted from the days events and not in the best mental state at the moment, hovering in between unconscious, controlled, an assassin, and a seventeen year old boy. Poor Misui probably had it the worst, feeling like all the blood was rushing to her head, having to hold all of Nagisa's weight for a whole minute. That, and it felt like Nagisa was going to pull her head clean from her shoulders, along with the fact the position of his legs was still making it tough for her to pull in full breaths.

At last, Nagisa dropped into Karma's one open and one broken arm, the redhead holding him close to his injured chest as the bluenette fell unconscious, Misui simply falling off the lights and splat onto the floor.

"You okay?" Karma murmured, his voice cracking from relief and pain.

Misui nodded, limply raising her arm about an inch off the ground before letting it fall again.

Karma laid down, Nagisa laying on his good arm as he closed his eyes. Karasuma entered his vision, saying something to the mischievous male, but he couldn't hear it, falling asleep, finally able to hold the one he loved close again.

One corpse. Four unconscious bodies. One PE teacher.

Life was great.